Good Deeds Don't Go Unrewarded
Barbara was screaming bloody murder as she ran down the street in mismatched high heels. Paulie knew it was her as soon as he saw her oversized duffel bag. Thinking fast, he jumped into the closest cab. The cabby didn’t know what to think!
“What the heck?” the cabby grumbled as he closed the taxi doors. “How did a stupid dog get in here?”
Paulie wagged his curly tan tail and snorted from where he sat in the back seat. Mucus dribbled from his pushed-in nose, and he panted incessantly. The pug looked up at the cab driver expectantly.
“What?” the driver asked gruffly. “Ya wanna ride?”
Paulie barked to confirm. Then, the little hound leapt into the front passenger seat, placed his paws on the dashboard, and peered out the windshield. Paulie eyed the screaming redhead intently as she ran down the city streets in those ridiculous heels.
“So… She your owner?” the cabby asked him.
Paulie ran around in circles on the imitat
Running Away and New BeginningDark, cat like eyes glowed slightly in the dark. The pitch black walls gave only a little room to maneuver around in. There was only one window and that was attached to the door. Even though there was just that little window, there was no light aside from the dim purple glow of the eyes that belonged to a slightly tanned male. Rustic orange hair fell around their face, covering one side of their face, their shoulders scrunched up, tensed. Their face was completely lax, no emotion showed aside from a twitch of the corners of their lips going downwards.
Soon... They thought, straining their hearing so they could hear what was going on outside the room. Their room. There was silence, no movements and breathing that was so quiet you'd swear they weren't breathing. Still as a statue, quiet as a predictor hunting and posed to lunge at a moments' notice.
For a few minutes there was nothing...until they could hear the sounds of shoes hitting the floor and the faint smell of metal hit th
Chico VasilievStop it. You can't! Why? What did I do wrong? Where are you going? Is it my fault, is it yours or hers? Is it life, death or me? Did I do that? Did I make you hate me? Or what...? Why am I here just listening to you belittle me, that fire in your eyes is unmatched even today. You say you hate me, you say I'm disgusting...
But who is the real monster? Who is the real lowly being? You or me?
Stop trying to control me! I'm not a toy! I'm not some pawn in your games. I'm a human being too! Or...am I? Am I really just a piece in someone elses' game? Am I just a toy?...No. No I'm not. I'm not! Why would you say that? Am I not good enough for you, am I just an idiot for thinking I'm a human being like you?
And I truly what everyone says I am? A freak of nature that shouldn't have been born? What about this tight feeling in my chest? What does it mean? What are these salty drops of water going down my face? Is it raining...? Why is my face warm....why am I shivering? Am I
As pixy children flitter by,
They may hear vinewhips crack.
Knowing their err far too late,
They become the Snapper's snack.
Its petals closed in disguise,
Then unleash jaws in full bloom.
To feel the touch of its tongue,
Is undeniable doom.
The Snapper waits in the forest deep,
It prefers its meals be fresh.
Lying in wait for the time-
It may feast on faerie flesh.
To not heed the elders' warning,
Is the path to one's downfall.
Dryad, fairy, elf, or nymph-
The Snapper takes you all!
While human children fear the dark,
And bear cubs fear the trapper,
Pixy youth are most unwise-
To dare not fear the Snapper.
Little Miss ShyLittle Miss Shy so delicate and sad
‘why do you never smile’ one day asked her dad
To smile, she thought, means I’m happy, does it not
‘Not necessarily’ said her dad but the sky is clear and day is hot
She nodded her head. Little Miss Shy had to go outside and face the world
Little Miss Shy so timid and quiet
Wonders into class, to those making a riot
She places her face down and tucks in her chin
Her friend smiles and waves, but she cannot offer a grin
She sits alone, quiet, hollow and empty again is Little Miss Shy
Little Miss Shy so nervous all the time
‘Talk to me’ mother says over like a nursery rhyme
With a shake of the head she says with a forced smile
Nothing is wrong. When things have not been right for a while
Off she goes, Little Miss Shy to her room again, the only place that’s hers
Little Miss Shy so thin ad frail
Looking at her skin, so tired and pale
She sighs deeply, feeling a fast heart beat
With tears running now she fal
One DayThere will be a day when I don’t live in fear
Where I don’t cry at every mistake I’ve ever made
There will be a day where I can stand tall and be proud
And not dwell on every thing I hate about myself
There will be a day where the nightmares will stop
And I wont be afraid to live anymore
There must be a time better than this
A time where I am as happy as they said I can be
There must be a time where I am not crippled by a racing heart
Or feel like falling from weak knees
There must be a time not far from here
Where I live completely free from fear
One day I once said there will be a day
There will be a time and there will be a future
One day not far from this one I will smile again
I have lived until I feel alive again
So one day, one day soon
I will be happy
Happy New YearAnother year older but none the wiser
They will clink glasses and celebrate together
I’ll sit in my chair in the dark with a glass of whiskey
They’ll party until the crack of dawn, waiting for that 12th stroke
I’ve never seen the fascination; it’s a stupid time, which disguises a holiday
Another year brighter yet the skies are cold
Perhaps it’s the youngsters who like to get drunk
I’ll sit and watch them on the news as they get kicked out
They’ll be blue by morning, wondering if it was a spectacular show
I’ve always hated the thought of giving up my time to celebrate the horrid moment
Another year closer to that daunting goal
Maybe I’m missing the point, or so they say
I’ll sit on my own like I do every damn year. Waiting
They’ll try to come round to spread the festive cheer and good will
I’ve despised the lot of them since they took this bloomin’ holiday seriously
Another year gone as another is born
When you leave, will you still love me? -One Shot-((Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh))
((I wanted to genderbend Chazz and Jesse since there are like, NONE. There are to many genderbent Jadens so I decided to do Chazz and Jesse. So if anyone can draw both of them genderbent, please do. And please be nice, I'm not that good at writing YGO stuff and I might not remember how to spell certain names.))
I looked in the mirror and sighed. I dress and act like a boy in this god-forsaken academy. Otherwise I'd get picked on for my tom-boy attitude and looks. My brothers know my secret because they are family. I still have no clue why Jesse dresses up as one since she is like, the most pretty girl in all of Duel Academy. "Hey Chazz, you alright?" I heard Jaden's voice ask. I started to panic and I quickly did everything. I checked myself a few time to make sure everything was in order. It's a good thing I have a flat chest.
I pick up the device that changed my voice into what my voice would sound like if I were male. I pulled down my
Marion/Alex/Puppet -One Shot-Marionette was a quiet person by nature, not speaking much or at all in some cases. The raven haired male preferred to keep to himself and off to the side where he was quickly forgotten about by his fellow coworkers. He liked the solitude very much, but sometimes after being visited by the kids and as the guard kept his box wound, he could feel small pangs of loneliness creep inside him. Like how Foxy usually felt because kids couldn't visit him. But at least others paid attention to him and he was like their brother. Marion didn't have much of a purpose aside from handing out prizes to the kids with a smile on his face and a ruffle of their hair. Quite sad if you were to ask anyone but him about it because he would say that he loved the solitude, not being bothered by loud annoying brats who are his coworkers.
When he was still new he loved and craved the attention from the kids, from the adults around him and from his coworkers. However, it was like he wasn't even there half the time
Twist, a Psychic Academy Fanfic((Prepare for cringe people....becase this is one of my older stories. It was just on Fanfiction.net))
Ai was walking to the Psychic Academy that he was transsfered to. Ai sighed as he clutched his school bag in one hand and was over the shoulder while the other was dangling. "Woah! What's that kid wearing?" he heard someone say.
He just ignored the comment and kept on walking. "Oooo, he must be going to that psycho school they started up. Look at him all dolled up and looking so pretty." he heard another say. One could say that he was used to the comments by now.
He cursed his mother for being so pretty. He used his free hand to pull the cloak he was wearing tighter around himnself. No matter how used to the comments he was, they always seemed to mke him unconfortable. He didn't seem to mind when it was the girls, but with boys...it was a whole other story.
He was the only child in the family and that made him pretty lonely at times. He heard many stories about a guy named The Vanquis
Hell's Gates: Chapter 3"Telepathic communication"
"Demonic Voice\/Demoni Speaking"
"You mean to say that whatever is wrong with them...is because of this damned Gate?" Chrono hissed as he narrowed his eyes at her in puzzlement and irritation. She narrowed hers in return and hissed lowly before rolling her eyes and getting all serious. "Yes Chrono. It IS because of the Gate that our Rangers are getting ill." Chrono spat to the side and bared his teeth at her. "Please enlighten me about the Gate." She just waved a hand at him like he was a little boy who did something bad. "I don't really know the details myself, but I do know that the Gate is from the Other Side so to speak. The Gate from Hell is what it's called among those who have actually seen it with their own eyes. Or, so dubbed by me, Hell's Gates. They say when the Eight Tribes were still separated and scattered among the East, West, North, South, S
“She lived in this shit hole of a town bar-tending. I got wind of her and paid her a visit, fool had no idea who I was. Just sitting observing her for an hour I managed to suss out her entire life—reject—drop out—popular. A total bitch who could mooch anything off of anyone with the flash of a smile and the flesh of her breasts. I felt relieved—satisfied—exhilarated that she hadn’t changed one bit. My desire to smash her pretty little skull in flared but I had to be careful. I was a respected cop who coincidently had moved to the area three months later.
I’m not stupid, I knew that I had to make a good impression on the town and other officers to help cover any tracks and win public opinion. One I’d done that Carly and I got talking. We talked until we fucked and we fucked until she figured out who I was, by then I knew exactly how to get rid of her”
“By taking her when she was most vulnerable, w
Drown Ch.24 (Final)
Stepping into the next room I can hear voices from beyond the door at the far end of the room. I identify the voices to be James and Lee arguing about something. As I get closer I can hear James yell
“You don’t understand”
“I understand, James” Lee says softly, “women must be punished for being beautiful and manipulative. But there is no way you’re leaving here today”
“I don’t want to leave” he screams frantically, “I want to die. You’ll kill me and I’ll be with Adalind and Erica. I will be free of this world and I will be praised for what I have done”
“No James” Lee says slowly as I gently open the door to where the confrontation is happening. Lee has been backed into a corner with his gun on the floor while James stands in the middle of the room aiming at my partner. James doesn’t notice me as I enter behind him, “you’re not go
I am joined by Shauna shortly after, but unlike me she is able to put up a fight. When he opens the door I see him struggle with Shauna under his arm. She kicks her legs and tries to bite him, but he slams her into the side of the van, hitting her head again. This dazes her and provides James with just enough time to haul her small frame into the van. She lands on top of me, digging her knee into my waist and making me cringe. James shuts the door and curses loud enough for me to hear.
As soon as Shauna gathers her bearings she slides off of me and smashes her hands against the door. She reaches for the handle but of course it does not budge. She calls him every name imaginable until falling onto her knees with her head in her hands. I can see an open wound on the side of her head where he last hit her to stop her from screaming. A gash like that was caused by some force—this broad is tough.
Coming to her senses she looks down at me and gasps
James left in a hurry after that. I think what I said got to him, I guess that was the point. Lee isn’t looking for me, that much is clear, but he won’t rest until James is caught. I just hope I live long enough to see him get taken down. I estimate I’m on the third day. Reports will have gone out, my face will be all over the news along with Shauna Richie’s. I bet Jake White and Mr Young are laughing to themselves: the nosey old cow finally got what was coming to her.
I can no longer feel the cold against my blueish skin and my stomach has given up rumbling. I think the worst thing I feel right now is the thirst. It’s been three days since I tasted water and my head is starting to pay the consequences. I keep hearing voices and seeing flashes of people who I know are not real. I grit my teeth and try to fight the pain that I feel in all areas of my body, but I have to admit, it’s getting harder to keep my head above the water. My b
The Courage to LoveThe cab screeched to a halt in front of Good Shepherd Hospital. Skye stumbled out, pulling a twenty from her wallet and handing it to the driver. Struggling with her purse a moment, she tucked her wallet back inside. She was late. It had been happening more and more often with her after school activities taking up more of her time. Before, when she was still in junior high, she was able to make her meetings with Alex on time. But since starting high school, sheʼd become involved in many extracurricular activities. She knew Alex understood and didnʼt hold it against her. Still, the guilt ate at her.
It was rare for him to be home, often spending weeks or months in the hospital when he had a relapse. She knew he was lonely and visited as often as she could. It seemed to help and the perpetual sadness that enveloped many of the other patients escaped him. Even then, she knew it was hard for him. Skye was his best friend and she did what she could to be there whenever he needed h
The Courage to Love: conclusion
Skye followed her father through the doors of the surgical wing in silence. Padraic kept his face forward and expressionless. The silence played heavily on Skye's nerves and she wished to break it. At the same time, she was afraid to. What if her father told her that Alex wouldn't make it? Would she be able to keep walking down this corridor if she knew only sadness waited at the other end? So she kept quiet, her fingers fidgeting within the pockets of her jacket.
As they neared the end of the hall, Skye noticed they were heading toward the recovery rooms. A spark of hope lit within her and she turned to her father. His smile beamed down at her.
"Daddy?" she asked, her eyes wide.
"He's going to be fine," he said. "It was tricky for a while there, but he pulled through. He has an amazing will to live."
"Thank-you, daddy!" she cried, throwing her arms around his waist.
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