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Not every love story has a happy endingHe didn't want to. He really didn't. But when given the choice between the death of his entire clan, or the death of a single human The choice was clear.
They had spent most of the day together; Gil had showed the other the beauty of things most humans didn't notice about the sea; he had even gone so far as to have offered him a tour under the sea of the most beautiful unknown places he knew of.
But the day was now coming to an end; the day's time he was given to kill his best and only friend.
They were lying on a stone by the water, relaxing as the sun set. Gil asked to excuse himself for a moment, and when he was out of sight of the other, he laced his lips with a plant's juices that was fatal to humans, before coming right back.
"Can I tell you a secret?" The siren leaned down so their noses were barely touching.
He blushed, "S-sure! You can tell me anything, Gil!" The other chirped sweetly, innocently, which forced a stabbing pain of guilt into the sea-dwe
A Beautiful NightIt was a beautiful night, and a young woman who went by the name of Miran decided she would take advantage of that. Strolling through the park, she got lost in thought, soon not paying attention to where she was going. Of course, this caused her to trip, falling towards the ground. She closed her eyes, waiting for impact, though it never came. Slowly opening her eyes, she found herself face-to-face with a man, about her age, who she could have sworn she knew.
"Are you alright, Miss?" He asked, seeming as off as Miran.
The brunette nodded, gaining her balance once again, "Y-yes, thanks to you "
"Good," the man smiled at her, "I wouldn't want you hurt, a pretty girl like you. My name is Yao, may I ask for yours?"
"I'm Miran," she smiled back shyly, a blush covering her face, "Thank you for catching me, Yao."
"Beautiful name, fitting for a beautiful lady," He charmed, "And don't think anything of it, I couldn't just let you fall on your face."
Again, Miran blushed, trying her best no
Wooden Dolls PrologueSomewhere deep in the depths of a place many never wish to see, a black-winged figure is hard at work on her newest creation. This will make her the most loved of any of her king's minions, a gift unlike any other. Carefully crafting each to the exact detail, she ties each hair by hand. They have to be perfect. Setting them aside to let the paint dry, the demon takes small pieces of bright red string from a container, each labeled in its own bag. She carefully imbeds the thread into each of her creations, before carefully crafting each a box to rest in. Finally she was finished, admiring her work.
Eight small wooden dolls lay on her crafting table, each looking exactly as the person they were meant to be. She carefully lays each into their boxes, and spreads her wings, carrying them off to visit the boss.
"What are they?" He questioned, staring at the small figures incased in their glass-lidded prisons.
"The perfect way to reap any mortal's soul before their time." She smirked, "If the
Ryou's Problem (Your Problem parody)Sorry I treated you like an angel,
What else did you want me to do?
Sorry I treated you like you're perfect,
And smiled when I spoke to you
Sorry I couldn't be sexy,
Am I just not enough for you?
Is that what you do when I'm missing?
That must be such an inconvenience to you, well,
I'm just your problem,
I'm just your problem,
It's like I was, not even with you,
I'm just your problem
Well, I shouldn't have to check in on you,
I shouldn't have to be there to keep you,
I'm sorry that I exist,
I don't know what landed me on your blacklist,
But I shouldn't have to be the one that makes up with you, so,
Why do I want to? Why do I want to
We'll always be watching you...Judging eyes watch her, as she walks down the path. She takes a deep breath, shaking slightly. She's the new girl, the fresh meat, the prey. Little does she know how true that really is.
She is lead into the building, shocked by the lack of lights. She knew this was a night school, but she was unaware there were no lights allowed on. She is welcomed by a teacher, and notes that she is being watched more like a new toy than a new student.
"Where is my room?"
"We'll get to that, follow me."
She is lead by the teacher a man in his mid twenties into a large, completely black room.
"Where are we?"
"You'll see soon enough."
She nods, and allows herself to be practically pushed into a chair. She hears movement, and jumps in shock when her wrists are grabbed, and strapped with rough leather to the chair.
The lights come on, and she screams.
"Hush child, it'll be over soon "
Grey, bloodshot eyes open to the darkness. Jumping to her feet, she stands before her new master.
Becoming the killer I once wasHe was the star,
Who kept me in the light,
He was the one,
Who made me not need to fight.
Now that he's gone,
I don't need to be kind,
Now that he's left,
I can leave this behind.
But I'll never forget,
The reason I now fight,
Is because my little angel,
Has now faded from life.
He was the star,
Who kept me in the light,
And now that he's gone,
I will enter the fight.
He Hid AwayLet me tell you,
Of a young teen,
Who's life to him,
Has no mean
He'd never say,
He hid away
He was shot down,
With bloody cries,
He hit the ground
Now pushed away,
By the evil things,
That people say
Let me tell you,
Of a young teen,
Who's life to him,
Had no mean
He'll never say,
He hid away,
He hid away
It can ruin a friendship,
And break a heart.
It can cause tears to fall,
And turn ever the brightest soul bitter.
It can make you do terrible things,
And cause you to hurt those you love.
What is this I'm speaking of?
This feeling that causes so much pain?
It's the bittersweet feeling,
Violet Eyes - ProloguePrologue; letter never to be sent
Dear Violet Eyes,
I was thinking of you again. I don't think there's a day that's gone by without you popping into my mind. It seems like forever since I bumped in to you, but really it's only been a few days haha, who knew time could move so slowly when you're in Never mind.
Anyways, I miss you a lot. Sometimes I wish you'd just talk to me, but I know that'll never happen, and I'm much too shy to go say hi so I guess these letters have to do.
I'll write to you again soon!
Swampy murky water, continuation
Note, no there is no waccum machines in this universe but... Well don’t ask why Fall compares something to a waccum machine e___e
Also this doesn’t take up exactly where the other story left. After their first meeting Flower demanded to see him more and when she got tired of waiting she decided to search for him herself.
Why did she always have to get herself into trouble? Sure it was cute that she had tried looking for him on her own but it was also highly dangerous... Why hadn’t she listened when he had told her to wait for him... He sighed and continued looking around the swamp... Her whole village had been starting to look for her so he kept himself well hidden and out in the deeper waters...
Fall continued swimming further and further out the swamp, where could she be? She wasn’t in the swamp that was for sure, and she wasn’t in her village since they were looking for her... Maybe the current had taken her and her boat?
The currents was kinda
MLP: In For a Spell
Passing into the Golden City of Tambelon through the Northern Gates in their little red and green open carriage, the little filly Candy Apple and her mother Cheerilee sit close together as they enjoy their usual morning ride to Tambelon Elementary School...to take part in another fine day of learner and teaching. Even as it is only half an hour until eight, the loving mother and her precious daughter are always keen to arriving early for a bright and beautiful start.
Candy's smile brightens when she turns her attention to the many citizens of the glorious golden city already up and about, heading straight for work, jogging on the sidewalk, or just enjoying the warm spring morning that the weather pegasai in Cumulai above are working hard to maintain. It is always a pleasant sight to see the the various creatures, pony and otherwise, working together in friendship and harmony.
"It's always so pretty here, Mama...as well as busy..." Candy express
'Don't cry, Punzie.' - Jackunzel OneshotRapunzel lay in her double bed, the hazy afternoon sun beating through the cracks in the black out blinds, casting patterns across the room and Rapunzel's porcelain skin. The teenage girl had nothing but a pair of playful underwear on and her boyfriend - Jack's - blue jumper covering her skinny torso, and half of her thighs. It was perfect, no noise was heard throughout the entire house. Her parents were busy people and had gone out, leaving Punz alone for the day. Normally, people in relationships would of invited their other halves over for a romantic session alone. But not Rapunzel. This teenage girl like peace of mind, she liked being alone to give her time to think about anything she pleased. The blonde haired girl felt bad for not inviting Frost over, as they hardly got to see each other whilst in school putting into consideration both of their contradictory status', and Rapunzel's anxiety. But there was something deep inside her, buried within her chest which relaxed her. Curlin
Pennies clanked onto the cemented floor of the telephone booth as the nervous teen's fingers searched anxiously through his wallet, not realizing the dimes, nickels, and dollar bills that had he had dropped.
Firey looked desperately, as a bit of sweat rolled down his face, until finally he pulled out a quarter, rushing as he stuffed it into the slot of the Payphone.
He dialed in the numbers, mumbling to himself.
Picking up the phone with his right hand, he stuck his lefty in the pocket of his jacket, waiting for her to pick up the phone.
"Come on, Firey. You can do this. Be a man," he told himself as he waited, realizing how unusually wet the palms of his hands were.
Some sort of heat-resistance defect he had from birth never let moisture really get on the outside of his body without burning up into steam.
A sobbing female voice could b
Love Hexagon 10: Heart and Soul (sneak peek)Heart and Soul
3 Days Earlier…
“I’m just saying,” Amy says as she is having a conversation with Cream and Tikal in front of her opened locker, “I think the school should also have some vegetarian and vegan courses. I mean, we can’t always have meat and greasy fast food every day. That’s just disgusting.”
“Yeah, I couldn’t agree with you more,” Tikal remarks, “I’ve been a vegan for almost five years and I can’t stand the cafeteria food anymore. Plus, I’m looking forward to share some of my favorite recipes to the school, like my tofu dumplings and veggie stir-fry.”
Cream makes eye-contact with the eco-friendly female, “I actually liked your tofu dumplings. I don’t know why your boyfriend made such a big fuss about it.”
Tikal chuckles and shrugs, “Well, you know my Knuxie. He’s a carnivore jock; he has to have ‘real’ protein in his system in or
The Key to the Past part 4Chapter 3: The Attack
Outside of Moonlight town, a blue/yellow van with flames and a raccoon symbol on the sides was driving on the dirty road as a certain raccoon, King of Knights, and two childhood friends were inside.
At the wheel was a male pink hippo wearing black goggles, a red mark with flames on top of them, a white scarf, a bright blue short sleeve shirt, a brown belt, red finger gloves with strings hanging off of them, a red boots with flames on them. His name was Murray.
At the computer inside the van was a male green turtle in a wheelchair and was wearing glasses, a safari hat with some pens and pencils being held by the band, bulletproof vest, along with a grey button-up shirt underneath his vest, grey gloves, and shoes. His name was Bentley.
Bentley frowned a bit as Sly had explained what had happen while Saber (Now wearing her hair in a ponytail and was wearing a black tuxedo suite, shirt, tie, shoes, and gloves to make sure she didn’t stand out) was looking
An Apple A Day: MLP Vore StoryWarning: Shrinking Ponies, and non-fatal Big Mac vore Eeeyup
It was the beginning of spring in Ponyville the trees had began to grow as well as the apples on the Apples farm Celestia had already started to set the sun and Luna had began to raise the moon to a beautiful star lit night.
Applejack walked into the house sweating from apple bucking for hours AJ used her hat to fan herself and she was joined by Big Mac her big brother a very large and string red stallion he was cracking his stiff neck from the hard work him and AJ had finished, Applejack and Big Mac walked into there living room they both sacked out on the couch sitting beside each other Applebloom the little yellow filly with a pink bow in her mane walked in propping her older siblings back hooves up on the snack table and placing pillows behind there heads "Ah thanks Applebloom," Big Mac complimented in his deep ton
"yeah thanks sugar cub," Applejack added in the tired ponies relaxed already feeling sleepy just re
Donovan DayClyde burst through the classroom door, and excitedly approaches his group of friends.
Why was he so excited? It was only his birthday. And he couldn't wait to celebrate with his buddies by bunking off class and having fun instead. His birthday was always on a school day, just before the spring break. It was a bummer, but he always looked forward to the evening, because something cool would always happen. He had nothing planned this year. Not even a party. He expected somebody else to throw him a surprise party. And, considering his popularity at the school, at least one person would consider it.
He looked at his usual group of friends, waiting for them to respond to his arrival. He excitedly shifted around, a huge stupid grin on his face. But his friends didn't say anything.
"...what's wrong with you Clyde? You look like you got a snake in your pants or something." Craig responds in a monotone.
"DUUUUH! What do you think today is?"
"...the day we get our math test
Far From Home- Part 15 A Friend for a Friend“You know, you’re only making this worst for yourself,” sneered the scientist, strapping the spaceman’s arms and legs to a table. “Just tell me what I want to know, and I’ll release you.”
TrueMU squirmed and tried to kick the scientist, but only one leg was free and within a moment that too was held down with thick leather straps. In the cage, Jerome was watching the scene with fury and fear, but kept his mouth shut all the same. He didn’t want his other friends ending up like them.
It had been nearly two days since Lalna betrayed TrueMU and threw in the cage with Jerome. It had been mostly quiet, besides the daily visits for food, when the two would shout and snarl at the scientist to set them free. Today, Lalna came down, but this time without food, and began bombarding them with questions. At first he was polite and friendly but when the captives refused to answer him he grew angry and threatened them. When that didn’t work he de
true and false"It is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all"
That's a load of bull crap. Loving and losing hurts like hell. It breaks your heart, and heartbreak never goes away.
"All wounds heal with time"
Another lie. Not all wounds heal. Physical wounds? Yes. Emotional wounds? Almost never. If you spill out your guts to someone, and tell them how much they mean to you, how much you love them, and then get shot down that wound won't ever go away.
"When a heart breaks, it doesn't break even"
Now that, my friends, is the truest statement I have ever heard.
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