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Three Hundred Theme Challenge #014Three Hundred Theme Challenge
A smile had always come easy to Tora. Even if his day had been the worst kind of day you could think of, he could put a smile on his face and laugh it off.
Most people passed it off as there was something wrong with him, after all, how could he smile and laugh after the world beat him down the way that he does to everyone.
However, Tora wasn’t strange. At least, he didn’t think so. He was just a very positive person and that was why lots of people actually liked being around him.
So what if some people thought his ability to smile no matter what was crazy? So long as he was smiling and laughing, he could make other people feel better about themselves and knowing he had made someone else feel better was one of the best feelings in the world to him.
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“Why?” the girl sobbed loudly, falling to her knees the second people had left the house, “why?” As the tears flowed down her cheeks, Lexy allowed herself to cry for the first time since she watched her family’s cottage burn to the ground with her grandmother and aunts still inside. True, they had already been dead, she had felt it when they willed their power to her, but that didn’t change the fact that she had lost the last of her blood relations.
Her mother was dead
Her father might as well be, locked in the psych ward after all those seizures destroyed his mind.
Now, her grandmother and aunts where gone, too.
“Why?” she sobbed, wrapping her arms around herself as she cried herself sick. She just felt so alone, so lost.
“Hey,” came Caleb’s soothing voice as Pogue wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling the thirteen year-old into his chest so she could cry on his shoulder.
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"I hate photos," Cody muttered, eyeing the photography crew that had set up at the other end of the Palm Woods' pool, "the bright flash, the having to pose, it's all just so annoying."
"Not to mention Gustavo yells at you when you don't do it right," Carlos added, taking a seat beside the blond girl.
"Gustavo yelling is totally the worse part," she nodded, eyeing said man as he yelled directions at Logan.
"Good thing we got them over with, though, right?" Carlos laughed as James and Kendall sent the pair envious looks.
"Totally," Cody laughed in agreement, taking a sip of her ice tea as she watched the show before her.
Three Hundred Theme Challenge 076Three Hundred Theme Challenge
#076. Broken Pieces
Looking around at the glass, Kai felt a dark smile grace her lips. Taking a step forward, she felt the shards of shattered glass cut into her feet and she let out a small laugh.
The glass shards where so much like her it was laughable. She herself was nothing more than a shattered little girl, full of sharp edges and held together by shear will power.
Those who dared to touch her came away with blood covered hands, just like anyone who tried picking up the glass.
Anger flared through her then.
How dare this glass represent how she felt inside, where no one could see. She liked people not knowing her real feelings, it kept her safe. How dare anything, living or breathing, try to tell the world how she felt.
With an inhuman growl, she ran across the glass, snatching up the broom and trash can standing by the door before she set to work cleaning up the blood and broken pieces that littered her bedroom floor.
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Few things in life were forever, as Saki had come to learn.
She herself was one of those things that could, and would, last forever. No matter what time could throw at her, she was able to stay the young twenty year old girl she had been before her change.
Other things, however, changed in what felt like the blink of an eye to the never ageing vampires.
She had seen many different empires rise and fall in her time. She'd seen hundreds of people be born, only to die a very short time later. New technology came, only to be replaced but a few years later with something even better.
This was something that she knew had driven several hundred or her own kind mad, but for her, the reaction was different. Unlike most, Saki rather enjoyed being able to witness such changes in the world. To be able to witness the fall of massive empires in one life time, a feat that no other was able to accomplish, created such a wonderful feeling inside her that not
The beta Test part 1The Beta Test
Would you sign away your memories? Your personality? Would you willingly sign away everything that makes you the person you are?
All I know is that I signed mine away to what most people call the Dollhouse. I don't remember who I am, was, and I don't know why I did it. Now, because of that, I'm probably one of the most broken people on Earth.
You see, those people who sign away their memories to Dollhouses' all over the world are left in a child-like state. They're innocent of everything pain, hunger, fear and trusting of everyone. But, like with all things, there is a catch.
Depending on the preference of the clients, the Dollhouse will imprint these people, actives, with the knowledge, memories, and skills to do anything, be anything. Once these engagements are completed, the actives have their memories wiped of the event and are once more innocent as children.
I'm one of the few who are, were, different. I don't truly know when it started, b
The Dress of Change (Request)
“Hey, where are you going, Carl?”
“Oh, uh, you know, home.”
I cringe as Scott Young presses me against a fence. You know, just one day without this sort of abuse would be nice. Just one day.
“You made me flunk my History test, smartass! How many times do I have to tell you to make your answers visible?”
“I tried!” I exclaim, “Dude, Mrs. Grier has the eyes of a hawk. Both of us could’ve gotten detention!”
“I could care less about detention,” Scott sneers, “I have it almost every day anyway. YOU, on the other hand, need to man up! Better both of us take the fall than me getting an F!”
“I’m not done,” my aggressor cuts in, “Listen, do I need to remind you why we’re having this talk?”
Oh Shit! (Levi x Reader)
"Squad Leader (Y/N)! The meeting is going to start soon!"
Oh, right. There was another meeting. You detested meetings. And so did your boyfriend of two years, Levi.
You grumbled a small "thanks" to the cadet at your doorway, and put your paperwork aside.
Honestly, the relationship you had with Levi was a surprising one, especially because you had to keep it a secret. The military wasn't fond of relationships between its members, especially ones between squad leaders.
Their excuse was, "Blah blah distraction blah blah court cases blah blah death."
Anyone in a romantic relationship had to fill a shit ton (Levi's favorite unit of measurement) of paperwork, and the entire military would know. And if you guys broke up?
Every single person would know.
So it was in your's and Levi's best interest to keep quiet, and enjoy the times in broom closets and midnight strolls through the woods. At least now you knew why Levi had the cadets clean every
Marvin was someone who rarely got into trouble or altercations with anybody. He wasn't one to start arguments or get anybody angry with him, since he was a rather timid and shy person himself. Plus, he didn't have the best stature to stand up against a fight, if he ended up in one. Of course, someone he knew years ago was sent to prison because of something that happened between them. Marvin had accidentally spilled a can of worms about one his friends cheating on another one of his friends. Because of it, his friend was literally out to kill him because he destroyed potential happiness. Since then, he's been in prison.
It was another crisp afternoon in October. Marvin was in a cafe, toying around with a new tablet he'd bought. He was sitting on a sofa, sipping from a bottle of tea he'd bought. He looked up, seeing two police cars and a nice looking car following behind. He smiled, thinking back to something that used to make him smile about cops and donuts. T
EWL Payback - TGOh man it’s Friday night and nothing to do but sit down and keep typing away at the big story of mine. The thought of finishing it loomed in the back of my head as I opened up the word document and looked over at all that I’ve written these past few months. I smile while slowly scrolling down through almost thirty pages worth of work till I get to the bottom and see where I had previously left off.
Just as I start typing away at the keys on the mechanical keyboard I see the blinking cursor move backwards, deleting letter by letter, then word by word. I gasped and looked down to see if the backspace key was stuck and after pushing it a few times I realized it wasn’t me that was deleting my own work but something else. I frantically started hitting the undo button to try and save my work from being removed from existence. Once that didn’t work I basically said to hell with it and closed the document and when prompted to save any changes I immediately clicked no an
Child!Prussia x child!reader: first kissI do not own hetalia or you
((Okay so in this Ludwig is Gilbert's older brother so yeah enjoy))
I sat in the back seat watching out the window as all the trees flew by. I groaned...today I have to go to daycare...why would I want to do that when I could stay at home with my big brothers Alfie and Mathew? "Daddy! Why can't u stay at home with Alfie and Mattie?" I asked looking at my British father driving. He looked at me in the rear view mirror. "Because their at school love." He said. "Do I have to go to school?" I asked. He chuckled and nodded. "Yes poppet, at one point you need to go to school." He said. I huffed and watched as we pulled up to the daycare that I toured with my daddy last month.
My dad got me out of the car and held my hand as we walked though the doors only to be greeted by a woman with bright green eyes and pretty blonde hair who was known as Ms. Belgium. "Oh! Hello Arthur! Hello (name)! You look so pretty today! Did your daddy get you all dressed up
Gaea The Goddess (WG) 4"You wanted to see me, Gaea?"
Wu stood off to her right as Tabitha waddled into the room, pulling back the curtain of shells, beads and sea glass so that the former warrior may enter. The dark, bark-colored walls wrapped around this circular room, and it surely had been a spacious room at one point, but with piles upon disorganized piles of empty food containers, boxes and jars filled with miscellaneous items, keepsakes and mementos collected from around the world, a few old sheets and clothes, and a skeleton taking up said space, it felt just a tiny bit on the cramped side of things. For a big girl like Tabitha, it was a poor setting to be stuck in. Gaea was slouched in a chair constructed from the interweaving stems of several enormous sunflowers. She seemed only half-awake, lazily munching on handfuls of roasted seeds and nuts while staring straight ahead at nothing. Maybe she was in some sort of trance, or she was simply feeling gloomy. When Wu announced Tabitha's presence, Gaea su
New Personality TG I have been making gaming YouTube videos for over two years now. I put effort in and give my few fans what they want to see. I had 34 subscribers and each video received barely 20 views. I wanted to keep making content for the internet to enjoy, but was giving up on my gaming.
In hopes of finding new ways of creating more popular content, I asked my friends and family. My friends had little to say; I don't tend to get along with my classmates. I asked my siblings and cousins my age and none of them had any ideas, until I made contact with a fairly distant female cousin, Thalia. She was 3 years older than me and had a small beauty and occasional vlogging channel with nearly 3000 subscribers. I emailed her and she invited me over the following week.
She lived about 20 minutes away so I took the bus. I knocked and she hurried me inside excitedly. 'No-one's going to be around for a few hours,' She said before taking me up to her room. 'Would your parents be cool with t
TG Caption This: The Tree of Rebirth!
If there was a word for someone who had so much reverence for the natural world it was nearly a religion, that word applied to Ashton. Rare was the day that didn’t find him out exploring the undeveloped land around his home, wandering for hours even at the expense of his studies and social life. Nothing else mattered so long as he could feel the sun on his skin and smell the life all around him. Sometimes it felt like nature itself was his companion on those afternoon jaunts. The sun in rustling leaves was the face of his companion, and the babbling of streams her voice.
Of course, he was uniquely placed for such a life, high in the wilderness of Northern California. There were less than a thousand other people in the “city” he lived in, and a good half of them (including his parents) were too high or drunk to be aware of anything outside of themselves. The other half worked in the metal foundry that was the only reason the town existed, living from paycheck to payche
TG Caption This: The Tree of Rebirth!
Right now, Harley found himself at the entrance of a garden temple. Only days before he had nearly been killed by a sadistic band of Murderers known as the Laughing Coffins. He had fought them at first, but later ran away knowing the futility of being killed; death is permanent. Lonely, Disorientated and separated from his friends, it was only by chance that he had managed to stumble upon a neglected path. It ran for miles into forests, through valleys and under a mountain, but never did he even think of turning back. Eventually it took him to the base of a gargantuan and fruit-laden tree. Harley sparsely had any supplies of his own left and he knew he would have to scale it if he wanted to survive. It took him 2 days and 3 nights to climb leaving his hands red, raw and bleeding. Late in the morning of the third day he managed to clamber up into the canopy of the tree and to his surprise, along with a beautiful array of fruits, he found a wooden garden temple growing from the tree itse
Theme 108. Novel
Three Hundred Theme Challenge
When she was alive, Sloth had loved books. No matter what the weather was like outside, she could always be found in her town's local library, sitting in a corner with piles of books surrounding her like the walls of a castle. Some people had felt it strange for a young girl to spend so much time in the library, but as she got older people stopped caring.
With such a deep love of books, it was only natural that she would start to want to write a novel of her own. Sloth would have loved to write a book just as wonderful as the fictions she had spent most of her life reading. However, fate did not seem to share her wish as she died at the young age of eighteen; burned to death, surrounded by the very books that she loved so much.
After that, writing a novel had been the very last thing on her mind. Between training, fighting the Virtues, and exploring her new boss' massive library, she had almost no time to work on her own personal writing. Once,
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