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Chapter 4"Goodbye, Akino-kun!"
Yumiko waved at him, as they took different paths.
Someone called for her.
"Kyone-chan!" Yumiko's face lightened up. They hugged.
"Yumiko-chan! Oh, how I missed you!" She said.
Kyone was a friend of Yumiko since they were little. They shared the same passion for drawing and video games, and when they could, they spent afternoons at Kyone's playing and drawing. She was tomboyish and wore the boys uniform, unlike all the other girls. Some boys mocked her and called her lesbian. She just punched them in the head and moved on.
She likes boys, but her way of dressing makes her somewhat vulnerable to those comments.
"Kyone-chan! So, now you're in this school too?" Yumiko's face couldn't control itself, and so, her smile seemed to be fade-less. "Oh, I'm so happy! I didn't see you in ages!"
"I'm very happy too! And you seem to be like butter, I couldn't find you. As soon as I know I was going to this school, I checked your timetable, and I look
Chapter 3The weeks passed.
Yumiko and Akino were working on their story, and they had already something they thought it was good.
The were writing about a poor girl that was very intelligent and that got a scholarship for a good and well known school. There, she met a boy that would become her boyfriend. At least, that was the plan.
"We're gonna do it like this: Her books fall to the ground and he helps her!" Yumiko growled.
*Sigh* Akino made.
"What if, she stumbles, and he catches her?"
They've been discussing some ideas, but non seem to please both of them.
All of a sudden...
"Time to go class, and don't forget to leave the room as you'd like to find it!"
They all rushed out of the classroom without giving anything about the room's condition. The teacher sighed.
"Can you help me...?"
Yumiko and Akino were still packing their stuff.
"Yes, we will help you, sensei."
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When they realized it was already time t
Mob Story - Chapter 3We had a lot of trouble to get the bar to its previous looks.
Ygana bought a lot of new tables, and even got a new door with an iron sheet, that she was told it was more resistant than the other one we had. We also had to get new curtains, and wood for the walls. The only thing we didn't need to buy (at least, not in a big quantity), was the alcohol. We had plenty of that. I was glad we didn't hit the drinks room.
Ygana kept on recovering from the shooting, and in three weeks she didn't walk around with a cloth holding her arm against her chest. I think she should have left it there for longer, but she just didn't listen to me. She still had her arm tied where she had been shot, though. At least that.
The time passed. The girls were almost always in missions, so, I didn't see most of them walking around the bar on those times. Runa kept on being the same bitch as always, but she had some moments when she was herself, her true self, instead of that show off slut. I confess that s
Let It Go (LokixReader)
Let It Go
"I don’t care, What they’re going to say..."
You sang cheerfully, looking at yourself in the mirrior. It was one of those weird winters where almost every time you looked at the Weather Channel, TV program or website, it was ass freezingly cold outside. And, I say ass freezing, as in ASS FREEZING. It was almost 16 degrees out to begin with, with a wind chill making it feel like -10.
And yet, here you were, going out to see Frozen in theaters.
Thankfully, you weren't going alone.
You slipped your hair into a braid, Elsa style, as a familiar head rested on top of you own, arms snaking around your shoulders.
"Hello Loki." You sighed. You saw him smile in the reflective glass.
"Ello (y/n)." He said gleefully. He always seemed chipper, a little out of character, when he greeted you. "Now, let me tell you, unlike the last time, I refuse to be late to a movie."
"Oh please. Endless Love wasn't THAT bad." His shocked expression made you rethink
Road To Mentality~WARNING, this story has scenes that will disturb some people, read at your own risk.~
It was seven PM, a day at the orphanage had finally finished, but it was another disappointment for Jack. It was was a cold, snowy December, the coldest weather England has ever had, and still no sign of his mother. Even though Jack was 15, each day he was hoping that his mother would come back for him, but she has not seen him since he was born. He was usually patient, and maybe hoped that another loving family might welcome him with open arms and hearts, but that was when he was ten. Jack knew that he had little chance of being adopted at such an old age, he couldn't even go to a foster home for the fact the caretakers labeled Jack as a trouble maker for wetting the bed and hiding in places that were out of bounds, like the time he was found under a counter in the kitchen for three days. The stench of urine that lingered on him would put anyone off him anyways.
Venturiantale-There Little Trouble Preveiw
"Big brother look, look," a excited 5 year old girl said.
"What is it (name)?" Jordan and Isaac asked at the same time.
"What's wrong (name)?" Cierra asked.
"Are you okay?" Bethany asked with a worried look on her face.
"Don't worry big sisters I'm fine, but look at what I made," (name) said showing her older siblings the drawing she made of them.
She also has a talent for drawing and loves drawing. She has a love for sweets, video games, drawing, and writing. She loved her family and likes to play video games with them, but she never records with them.
"That's awesome (name) your gonna be like Bethany when you grow up!" Cierra exclaimed.
"Really?" (name) asked.
"Really!" Isaac exclaimed. "You're better at art than me so you'll be fine."
(name) smiled and skipped to her room. She picked up her puppy which is a golden retriever boy named Tobi.
"Tobi guess what," she exclaimed.
"I'm a good artist."
A Normal Day at the Ahnenerbe Cafe part 1Prologue
It was a beautiful sunny day outside as the café Ahnenerbe as the place was busy as always. Course for one of the customers, things could be better.
Kirito aka Kazuto Kirigaya sighed a bit as he was looking at the Want ads in the newspapers.
Kirito looked and smiled a little to see Wing.
“Oh, hi Wing,” said Kirito, through there was a hit off from his normal cheerful tone.
Wing noticed this as she raised an eyebrow a bit.
“You all right?” asked Wing, “You seem down for some reason.”
Kirito paused for a small moment before he sighed.
“True is, I’m having trouble finding someplace to work at,” admitted Kirito.
Wing couldn’t help but smirk a bit.
“You? Looking for a job? I thought you said your main forces was going to be school with how long you’ve been trapped in Sword Art Online,” pointed out Wing.
Kirito nodded a little.
“It was. But see, I’m hopin
Mike's Backstory: Part 2A month has passed since I was diagnosed with MPD, since then, I have discovered two other personalities. There’s Vito, He appears whenever I take off my shirt and is the hardest to keep in check. So mum brought me a swim shirt to wear during lessons. He is tough, scrappy and flirtatious with the girls. Like my other new one, Manitoba Smith, although he can also be quite sexist at times and has a thirst for adventure. He also possesses a distinctive Australian accent, and is triggered whenever I put on a fedora. I found that out when mum brought me one for my birthday.
S`vetlana is actually quite useful and I use her to my advantage. I’ve won, well, she’s won, quite a lot of gymnastic awards and is the reason I’m as fit as I am now. I even have abs, not that I really care.
Chester is just…. A pain.
I am in my second year of high-school and even though I haven’t told anyone about my disorder, I have basically next to no--- well…. I don’t
ATWC's Final Fantasy VII part 1Prologue: The Rosary
“I know there are an infinite number of universes out there. Some similar to ours while others are completely different. But what would happen if someone was brought to a different universe is something I have always wondered…”
It was midnight in the city of Paris as most of the citizens were asleep. However, it was a different story for someone else.
Outside a mansion, three figures were on the roof tops, two of them jumping onto other while the third appeared to be floating for a bit before landing.
Moments later, one of the figures was climbing down a rope to the lower level of the mansion. The figure jumped down to a dim light, reveling to male grey raccoon wearing a black eye mask, a blue hat, blue gloves with golden bands around them, a golden belt with a blue raccoon symbol on it, and blue shoes with a golden hook cane in his hands. This was Sly Cooper, a raccoon from a long line of master thieves.
He glanced around the area
How to Name Your Character (Divergent)When you name your characters, you should focus mostly on the faction they are born into, not the faction they choose.
Amity names are usually soft, peaceful. You could use names like Sofie, Andy, Luna, Paul.
Erudite names are usually very matter-of-fact. Names like (yes, I'm stealing from the book) Fernando, Cara, Wilson, and Agatha would do just fine.
Abnegation usually use names that say "Don't look at me" Names that don't really bring attention. No flashy, different names really. Names like Jack, Alyssa, Tyler, and Caitynn. ('Cause that's how you spell Caitlynn. Good spelling gurl.)
Dauntless have very extravagant names. Like from the book, Uriah, Marlene, Lynn. Names like that. Heather, CJ, Yasmine, Rori
I believe Candor should be able to use any names they would like, they are Candor. They value honesty, so they should be honest with their children's names by using what they would like.
Mike's Backstory: Part 1MIKE’S BACK STORY:
HIS LIFE BEFORE TOTAL DRAMA
An eerie calmness filled the room, slowly enveloping the silence and corrupting the shadows. The fire crackled with a solemn voice and a small tuft of ash rose from the furnace, giving the walls a dull, earthy look. The flames rose high and danced upon the air slightly illuminating a dishevelled figure.
A woman hunched over a phone, twirling the cord between her fingers nervously as if to avoid letting her heart shatter. Her dark hair sprawled unevenly across her face, untidy and knotted. Her current nervousness turned to anger and she belted her thoughts into the phone before slamming it down onto the desk where she seemed to spend her life. She sat back against the chair, an irritated sigh escaping her. Why couldn’t they just leave her alone?
The phone buzzed again. She glared at it with darkness in her eyes. She picked it up and put it to her ear, but stayed silent. The voice on the other end had been calling her for weeks a
Far From Home- Part 9: The Scientist“Are you sure this scientist guy can help us?” asked TrueMU, staring up at the giant castle on the hill.
“Almost positive,” said Xephos, his words not matching his uncertain voice.
“Well that’s reassuring,” muttered Sky. Next to him, Deadlox chuckled.
“Come on, you lot. Hop in a mine cart and get going,” called Honeydew, from a wooden platform with two rail tracks and couple dispensers. Already on the tracks were two carts.
Sky eyed the carts wearily, then looked at the track, which seemed to end at the edge of the platform.
“Where’s the rest of it?” Sky asked, mirroring the question on the other two faces.
Honeydew pointed ahead with a smug smile. Barely visible in the grass were a couple more single tracks spaced out much too far apart to actually be considered a track, it also didn’t help that there was a small river separating them from each other. A little further on was another platform that curved towa
Halloween EntryMonstrous Entry
Halloween is coming!! Halloween is my favorite time in the year, and the only one when I'm allowed to use my powers without getting punished for it. Since I don't cross the line, of course.
Oh, I didn't introduce myself, sorry. My name is Scotty, and I'm a Magic user. I'm a 16 year-old girl, in high school, and I love to trick the others. Even though I'm like every other students, and a good student, actually, man, I love tricking the others more than the normal people. Because I have Magic in my power, and, that makes my pranks a whole level superior. They don't know I control Magic, only my best friend, her name is Holly.
In my best pranks, I made some chairs Flash-Mobbing in the middle of a class, with students sat in them!! Oh my god, it was soooooooooo funny...!! Me and Holly (and the others, except those that were grabbed to their chairs. And of those some, the majority was laughing. Only 3 were scared as hell XD) laughed until the air ended. Even the teacher l
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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