|"Bittersweet" number 2 in my coloured flowers series. I particularly like this one for the almost sadness factor.|
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Age: 24 (5th November 1989)
Location: Medway, Kent, United Kingdom
My nickname is: Foxy/Poptart
I’m a sucker for: Cats!
I reluctantly admit: I'm A Very Jealous Person
My worst habit is: Attacking First
I won’t eat: Chocolate Ice-Cream *nose wrinkle*
My favorite color is: Purple, Blue, Black & Red
I’d give anything to have met: Florence Nightingale
My favorite historical characters are: Jack The Ripper & Wellington
I wish I knew more about: Animal Psychology
My strongest quality is: Fiercely Protective
My weakest quality is: Pride
My pet peeve is: Nail Biting -.-
My favorite vacation was: Crete
My favorite foods are: Chicken & Jelly tots
My heroes are: Jason Statham & Stuart Townsend
Most significant achievement was: Triple Distinction in Animal Management Diploma
The last good book I read was: The Darkest Kiss - Gena Showalter
The last good movie I saw was: Remember Me
If I won the lottery, I would: Get A House!
My favorite meal is: Roast Dinner
If I could invite four people to dinner, they would be: My Family
The best advice I ever received was: Don't Let Them See You Cry
One word to sum me up is: Confident
The hardest thing I have ever done was to: Give Up My Pets
For fun I like to: Re-enact
If I could change one thing about myself, it would be: My Appearance
People who know me think I am: Alpha
My favorite TV show is: Heroes
If I were stranded on a desert island, I would want: Rescue
My life would have been greatly diminished without: The Re-enactors
My friends describe me as: Overprotective
My favorite movie is: Mamma Mia!
My favorite author is: Gena Showalter
My favorite book is: Goodnight Mr Tom
My favorite song is: Black Heart - Stooshe
The best gift I ever received was: My Camera
When I’m worried, I like to: Tidy
My favorite sport is: Swimming
In the future, people will discover: Life On Mars XD
If I could take a trip, I would go to: Paris
No one knows I: Eat When I'm Sad
I like to wear: Black Clothing And Coloured Scarfs
My favorite childhood memory is: Family Parties
My favorite subject in school was: Science
The thing I hate to do most is: Wake Up In The Morning
I can’t wait until: I Have A House And Pets!
I’m really glad that: I Met My Fiance
I can’t imagine what my life would have been like without: My Family & Fiance
Stars."Wait, You two have been fighting?" Meilin whispered from the other side of the bed.
Abeke nodded, "Yeah, for a few months, actually."
"Why didn't you tell me before? I mean, I'm not some relationship genius. Obviously."
"I just thought, 'Hey, it will be over soon, right?'." Abeke admitted, "And you obviously don't need anything else to worry about."
Meilin had been preoccupied before, but ever since breaking up with Rollan, she'd been downright distracted.
"I'm fine. Just... Tell me." Meilin looked at her expectantly, so she just let the words pour out.
"I can't even remember what we fought over, just that it had to do with the war. One thing led to another, and next thing you know, he ends it. I yelled at him, I said, 'If you dislike me that much, why are we even dating?' and he shouted back, 'Fine then! It's over Abeke! We're done!' And I just walked out."
There was a long pause, "It wasn't all your fault," Meilin broke the silence, "It's just as much his fault."
Collision Course: Chapter 1: Don't You Dare.Hey! I'm back! Thanks to everyone who read and special thanks to everyone who reviewed on the SAMB or FanFiction. Wow, you guys rock! 8 Reviews! This chapter will be from Meilin’s POV Now on with chapter 1! ----IADS
The first thing she saw was the blood, and then the fletches of a single arrow protruding from his chest. She ran over to him, ignoring the searing pain in her leg. Meilin dropped to his side. His skin was a deathly, pale color; his head was slumped to one side.
“If you went and died on me, I’m going to kill you.” She whispered as she examined the arrow. It had gone into the ground and the fletches were touching his chest where the arrow had gone through.
He lifted his head a little, but didn’t open his eyes. A few seconds later, he muttered, “I don’t think you can do that.” Even though he was most likely dying, he still managed to smile, and even to make her smile in this seemingly impossible situation.
In that mom
Krickette It's been four years, thought Krickette, still reclined in her seat. She
looked back at the clock. A half an hour had passed since the Sunday
service had ended, and nearly everyone else had left. She couldn't make
herself move; she couldn't stop the questions and the doubts that were
invading her mind. Four whole years... and I'm questioning this.
And indeed, it was a valid concern. When she and Noah had met a good,
long, four years ago, there was instant chemistry. They began dating
about a year thereafter, and pulled through with ease throughout their
remaining years in high school. They had both graduated only a couple of
months ago; up until that point, Krickette thought for sure that they'd
end up going to the same college, graduating with honors, getting
married - you know the drill. Now, though, she wasn't so sure. But why
wouldn't she be? All those years together, they were more than just
boyfriend and girlfriend. They were best friends. Every time he
Do You Want To Fill A Bucket (a werff fan-fiction) Their were two men, both had dark hair, one with more then the other, both with wisps all over and brisqly swing over there head. They were hand in hand, walking home after one got an official devours from his old "Wife". When they reached the end of their path they kissed.
(worst story EVER)
"Aghh! Todd!" One man monad at the top of his voice. They were in a place where a certen brunet with green eyes herd. she knew she shouldn't tell anyone about this, but she flipped out her phone and texted her friend about this.
"Todd, GRAB A- aghh!" (what the hell am I writing!?!) the man, David Werdmuller, started to yell only to get stopped by pleater. The girl out side, his favorite student this year, let a giggle out.
"Do you want to fill a bucket~" She chimes, zoon to be followed by a giggle. So she wouldn't be caught by her favorite teacher and his 'lover', she took off, sprinting away.
(WHAT THE HELL DID I WRIGHT!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!)
The Wolf Before Her [1/?]Thought up a random short story the other day and thought if you guys liked it, I might just continue it. Any suggestions would be awesome!
A deep throaty growl had barely a chance to escape her lips before she'd lunged at the wolf before her. Her heavy jaws clenched and tightened around his neck as she flung him around like a chew toy, throwing him at a nearby tree. The blood in her mouth fueled her rage as a yelp and a whimper pierced the air. She stood, ready to kill the one who'd threatened her and her cubs. The wolf whined, getting up, and stood ready to attack the sturdy, powerful, and rage filled bear before him. He'd threatened her the second he knowingly stepped onto her land, frightening the three cubs.
"Who are you and why are you on my land?" The ginormous bear stood tall and intimidating as three little pairs of curious eyes peeped out from behind her. The wolf, hurt and confused had taken too long to respond according
It Was Just For One Night (part 1) It was just for one night, she reminded herself. After all, it wasn’t every day that you not only discover your secret admirer but also get snowed in at their little ramshackle house in the woods. And then have to huddle together in the cold to survive. And then find out that not only was your secret admirer an ailuranthrope of all things, but they were still trying to be friends with you after you rejected them.
Lily thought back over the past day, still trying to figure out if there was in fact one thing that happened to get her stuck with a semi-psycho lesbian werecat. It was already 11:52 PM. She had to have some way to pass the 8 hours until they’d have to find a way out to go to school or...something. People would notice them missing by then...right?
The alarm started the day at 5:30, like it always did. Lily popped her head up, startled by the harsh beeping, then allowed her head
Book 1 Shattered Bones and Broken Dreams Chapter 1
Rhaena Jones-Collins was born on earth, in a place called Tokyo, Japan. She had been put up for adoption, but her parents had a better plan. They left her on a strange planet and never came back.
They gave her to what they assumed was the king of the planet, but was really king of all of Westeros and the Free Cites.
June 7th 267.
Rhaena woke before everyone else, she was going to run away today. She had planned it for weeks and weeks now. The only thing was, she didn't know where she was running to.
She wrote a letter for her foster father and mother, and left it on her dresser. It said,
Mother and father,
I am sorry, but I have to leave. I know I am young, but I will find my way. I know that I am not yours, that my true parents are out there somewhere. And I have to find them. Wherever they are.
Don't be mad at him, but Rhaegar told me. He did not want me to stay if I could find my parents. I don't know where to look, but maybe north is
Confessions. What seemed like a gift sent straight from the heavens to most people was a curse in my book.
Many have told me I'm a strong person, who easily forgives and moves forward with her head held high, not letting anything get in her way and not letting anything get her down.
However, that is just what I want them to think. Manipulating people to think something completely different is too easy most of the time. And when it's your own friends, why wouldn't they believe you?
Yes, I will admit, the break-up for me went a lot....smoother, then I had expected. There was no big bang at the end, no large fight to send it off. When it was really done and over with, there was only me and there was only him. No us.
Now, for the cursed side of me to take hold. Did I cry in front of my parents when I told them? No. Did I cry in front of my friends when they found out? No. Did I rant to people who I would never
Dear My Closest FriendI'm sorry I underrate you,
Stomp all over you for no reason
Chew you out,
Except that i'm tired and hungry.
The truth is that I really love you:
You've always been there for me,
Never complained, always listened
And I just want to say thanks for that,
(However, could you stop making me fat? Thanks!)
The SituationThe Situation
There's a time when enough is enough... and I know it's hard to gauge where that chalk line is drawn, but the doorway's here as a landmark for that line, and I'm kicking you out, into the hall and over that line into blurred lyrics. I'm slamming the door, locking it, and I'm not coming back out until some daylight spills in through the shut blinds again. You dropped my key through the slats in the storm drain a long time ago, and it's gone; there's no way to get it back. I'm checking my broken phone and playing back to you the voicemail that says, "It's all over now." So, if you must die, choke on your own words, when my melody plays, resonating along the “A” string of my violin, seeming to sing "There's nothing left for us here now." Of course, you won't hear it. My walls are sound-proof, and I'll keep my tears to myself. One day soon, maybe I'll slide a CD under the door, and if you're still there you can find it and play it. It'll have directions to the spa
equinoxBeyond an ash gray skyline the sun was lying in wait. A molten liquid center with an atmosphere of blistering gasses was hidden behind winter’s cape. Spring was burrowed deep, steeping within the confines of hibernation. She dreamt of rampant flower beds, colors rioting in the wake of a new season. The awakening was gradual, the peace of deep slumber cherished and warm.
Spring stretched her arms wide
exhaled and released her heat
billowing warm wind
A Little Cold [Sherlock X John]---------------------
By the way, a quick note before you read this; THERE ARE A FEW SPOILERS.
[So if you haven't seen much of Sherlock, then I suggest you don't read this.]
Hyde Park; one of the busiest places in London at around Christmas time. The pair had been out and about just for fun for a change, and by the content look on Sherlock's face, it might be fair to say that the 'difficult-to-impress' by means of ‘ordinary entertainment’ Sherlock was actually enjoying himself.
Some considerable hours passed by and the day was getting colder than it already was and darker, so like most people, John decided it was time to head home; much to Sherlock’s disappointment. He'd actually for once liked this 'down-time' that the pair of them had had together.
On the way back to the flat, John noticed that his partner was being a bit quieter than usual.
“Sherlock..? Are you alright..?”
“Hmm? Oh..! Yes Watson, I’m fine” The brunette said with