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Black and White 1

I was finally here! Opeliucid Gym. Samurott seemed as glad as I was! Before entering though. I was sure there would be other trainers I would have to battle. So I changed my direction and headed for the Pokemon Center instead.
"Wow.. Pink hair! How do cousins look so alike?!"
"Hello, and welcome to the Pokemon Center!"
She giggled and I grinned.
"We restore your tired Pokemon to full Health! Would you like to rest your Pokemon?"
I nodded and handed my Pokemon over. Samurott Lv.53, Liepard Lv.55, Musharna Lv.42, and Boldore Lv.50. Nurse Joy gladly took my Pokemon.
"Ok, I'll take your Pokemon for a few seconds."
I waited as my Pokemon heBlack and White 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters

White Knight EnglandxReader"I give up! You aren't getting any younger. What are you waiting for? No white knight is going to come along and sweep you off your feet." Hungary was frustrated with you again. You kept turning guys down and she was tired of being the only girl dating out of your group of friends.

"Well I'm not waiting for France, who backs me up into the ancient history shelf every time he comes into the library."

"Oh! He does!! Oh my God! I never knew working at a library could be so hazardous!" Hungary gasped at this little bit of gossip.

"All I want is a plain man, a modest man, a quiet man. A strait forward and honest man. And NOT Turkey, with that White Knight EnglandxReader1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

NEW 100 Themes Challenge~THE 100 THEMES~

1. Names
2. Hardship
3. School
4. Opinion
5. Break Up
6. New Love
7. Alley
8. Riddle
9. You and Me
10. I Do
11. Secret
12. DO NOT ENTER
13. Colors
14. Cruel
15. Kings, Queens, and Jokers
16. Run Free
17. Where are the Crackers?
18. Life
19. R is for Revenge
20. Burning
21. Do You Want To Know?
22. Discovery
23. Birthday
24. Rocks Aren't the Same
25. Shadow
26. Fate
27. Freedom Isn't Free
28. Wildflowers
29. Energy
30. Notes
31. Numbers
32. Dying Fire
33. Breaking Point
34. Fish
35. Trapped
36. Dancing
37. Don't Go
38. Alone
39. Betrayal
40. Due Date
41. Sealed in Blood
42. Impossible
NEW 100 Themes Challenge4 years ago in General Non-Fiction

Nose Kiss

"N!" Touko shouted gleefully, running to aforementioned person.  He opened his arms to catch her and the next thing he knew, she was in his arms, laughing.

"What is it Touko?" he asked.  Touko beamed up at him.

"I got the lead in the Musical!  My Emolga will be the star of 'A Sweet Soiree'!" she exclaimed.  "Isn't it wonderful?!"  N smiled down at her.

"It sure is." And he bent down and affectionately rubbed noses with her, the two laughing.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*

Forehead Kiss

He hugged her tightly as she sobbed in his arms.  He cursed Silver's bruteness. 7 Kisses2 years ago in Short Stories

White Handkerchief

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uQML3NPSXvU Please Listen!!

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"Let's break up" the words in her letter said.
Neatly folded among it's contents,
A white hankerchief.

A letter, fallen carelessly on the dirt-paven driveway, was picked up with gentle fingers. Lightly pulling the thick parchment flap, the fingers elegantly tugged the envelope open. Falling from the envelope to lazily drift to the ground was a folded piece of paper. The edges of white messenger fluttering in the breeze. The figure bent down and carefully grasped the letter and the movement opened the white edges. The messenger bearing openiWhite Handkerchief8 months ago in Short Stories

The White Parade: I of VIChapter I: The Patient(s)

They call him The Patient.

No one is really sure what his real name is, save the doctors and nurses who treat him, I guess—but really, what sort of shitty general nickname is “The Patient” in a place like this? This hospital is full of patients—most of them running out of patience for their diseases and the treatments that are supposed to help them. But somehow… It doesn’t matter who you’re talking to, or who is talking to you; say “The Patient” with the right amount of inflection and people automatically know. It doesn’t matter how they know—they jThe White Parade: I of VI7 years ago in Introductions & Chapters

Untitled Tiger Project Part 1

Drip. Drip.

The strange feeling came over the tigress Penumbra once again. Her paws tingled, her charcoal hair rose as if electrified, and her body felt faintly as if it were being constricted by the air around her. She flicked her ears in irritation, but she was too used to the phenomenon to express actual alarm. She didn't even bother to raise her head off of her single broad foreleg. The sensation would pass, as it always did, and she paid little mind to it.

It was the water leaking from the rusted pipe above her head that caught her interest, though. She had been absent-mindedly watching the pure water fallUntitled Tiger Project Part 110 months ago in Introductions & Chapters

Murdering Mary SueMurdering Mary Sue

Every aspiring writer has met her at least once, whether in his own works or in those of others. The alluring temptation of a perfect character taunts the author from one side while his muse urges him to keep writing from the other. Who wouldn't love her? She's the most beautiful, talented, fantastic woman in the universe, with not a flaw in sight. Every woman wants to be her; every man wants to marry her, so why would anyone want to kill her? Who would want to murder Mary Sue?
I would. I and many greater authors have been working hard to keep this succubus in her proper place: the trash can. Mary Sue is one of the worsMurdering Mary Sue5 years ago in Academic Essays

The White Parade: FinaleChapter VI: And on the Sixth Day...

His heart gives out in the emergency room. Doctors rush to fulfill their Hippocratic Oath. Intubate him first; get him breathing. Get the air in his lungs. While they do that, determine that this is the situation for the defibrillator, then get someone else to wheel it out so they can get his heart working. Charge it up…

“CLEAR!”

The girl screams at the way his body jerks on the table. The heart monitor displays a sudden spike of green, stalling in its sound for a second before the spikes even out again, returning to the comfort of being a flat line.

“Shit. Again!”

&ldquoThe White Parade: Finale7 years ago in Introductions & Chapters

JohnKarkat: White ChristmasYour name is John Egbert and as you look outside your window you realize something.

There is no snow on the ground.

And it is Christmas Eve.

Sure it's not really December, the months are different on this new planet, but it's close enough and everyone decided on keeping the holidays and traditions. You look back towards your bed and observe the blanket nest move a bit. You know what's underneath all those layers. A troll boy you just happen to be boyfriends with, though he keeps telling you to call him your Matesprit.

You learn that trolls don't do so well with cold, they freeze easily and Karkat seems to just curl up in blankets and growJohnKarkat: White Christmas1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters

PrussiaxReader-White IceIt was a cold, winter, Friday night as you walked home from work. You were exasperated. It had been an incredibly long day for you. Your boss had been constantly asking you to do things for him, a lot more than usual.

"Hey _______! Can you go grab me a cup of coffee? And remember, I only like..." "_______, go print out 150 copies of..." "_______. I need you to go pick up..."

"Stupid boss. Always making me do the dumbest things. And do I ever get a 'please' or 'thank you'? No! Sometimes I really do wonder why I even work for him!" you grumbled to yourself.

Rubbing your hands together as you blew into them, you grumbled some more. "And of coPrussiaxReader-White Ice2 years ago in Short Stories

Touko idly stared out of the Ferris wheel carrier's window.  Touya and Jessi, her companions were talking in the seat across from her.  Everything would've been perfect if not for the empty seat next to her.

N.

Cheren and Bianca were on the carrier below them, and as they ascended to the top, Touya noticed something.  Someone was manifesting next to Touko in a green glow.  And Touko was in a daze and depression to even notice it.  A hand was beginning to appear on Touko's hand.  Touya's eyes widened.

"Jessi.  Hey Jessi." he hissed.  Jessi turned.

"Yes?"

"LookMagnet2 years ago in Short Stories

The White FlowerIn a clinical vase lies the White Flower. Her hair is as soft as dainty white petals, and spreads over her pillow in the same way that cherry blossom litters the ground in spring. Although her skin is deeply creased, you can tell that she once blossomed like no other, for her cheek bones are well formed and her nose perfect.
The White Flower's body is slender, almost as if the rot growing inside her has devoured all the fat, all the muscle. Every sort of wire is connected to her, some are embedded in the skin of her hand whereas others snake tendrils across her face. It doesn't matter what purpose they serve to prolonging her sorry liThe White Flower2 years ago in Short Stories

Every YouTube Fight Ever(This will almost certainly contain heavy profanity and the usernames used in this were pulled out of my own head and aren't any real people that I know of but if someone has usernames matching them then it's probably coincidental).

SamusFan20 in the video description: This is my Metroid compilation of pictures in a slideshow featuring Samus set to Queen's "We Will Rock You." I hope you guys enjoy.

DisgruntledAsswipe87: Jesus Christ you're such a faggot. Why the hell would you post pics of a fictional girl and set it to Queen? Do yourself a favor and go get a REAL GIRLFRIEND, loser. Oh, and stop shaming such a great band with such a shitty Every YouTube Fight Ever3 years ago in Short Stories

Bitten -twisted snow white- TEASER

Please check out chapter one, now posted :D http://fav.me/d4ighs5

This is just a teaserr! if you like it, promote it! if I get enough views/faves/comments I'll continue writing!! :) Enjoy :)

The pain was unbearable. My body was stiff all over, so much so that it hurt. I could feel something running through my veins, mixing with my blood and filling my body.

It hurts.

"I see you've finally awakened, sleepy beauty.. Or are you Snow?" there was humour in the voice I heard; I could imagine a cocky smirk. I opened my eyes, and I was right. There it was, playing on the lips of a gorgeous man, shrouded in darkness except for half of his face.
Bitten -twisted snow white- TEASER1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters

Hetalia vs Cleverbot- America

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN Hetalia. Or any of the characters used in this. Or Cleverbot.
WARNING: This has hints of USUK.
(A/n: Hey guys! Sorry for not updating for a while. I've decided that I will update all of my fanfics/stories
every Saturday, okay? This way, I can have some sort of deadline, which will help me to update faster.
Anyway, now it's America's turn to visit the Cleverbot.)

User: AMERICA HAS ARRIVED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BE EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!!!! XDDDDDDD
Cleverbot: No. You did not win. You're trying to cheat now. I won, you lost. Admit it.
User: WHAT? I'M A HERO AND HEROES DON'T CHEAT! D:
Cleverbot: You are good.
User: OF COURSEHetalia vs Cleverbot- America2 years ago in Short Stories

Black and White 3

"Boldore! Use Rock Blast!"
"Unfezant! Use Detect!"
The bird Pokemon was able to protect itself before Boldore could launch one boulder towards it.
"Again! Boldore, use Rock Blast!"
Before Cheren could say anything, Boldore was already on the move. Launching gigantic forms of rocks at Cheren's Unfezant. Until it was knocked out.
"Unfezant! Return!"
I smirked as Cheren returned Unfezant to its Pokeball.
"Semipour go!"
"Boldore return!"
Cheren sent out a blue, monkey Pokemon. Lv.43 Water type, as you could tell by how she looked. I returned Boldore to his Pokeball.
"Go! Liepard!"
After being in the Pokeball for a while Liepard appearBlack and White 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters

Pokemon-Shadow Triad

We had been abandoned as children. Cast out in the rain like dogs.

He only noticed us because of my middle brother.

Green hair, just like his son's, he said, and offered us an opportunity. He took us in, fed, and clothed us, and then one day, he presented us with uniforms.

"Wear these, so I don't have to look at your faces every day."

The green hair of my brother's that saved us was nearly our downfall, but every day we wore the uniforms, the happier he was with us.

Over the years we met this son of his. N, a strange name, I supposed, but his father's name wasn't the epitome of normal either.

N once saw us out of uniform, and ran away sPokemon-Shadow Triad2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

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Skye's History: prt 2

"Well, those next eight years were spent with him mindlessly killing, robbing, torturing, and dissecting victims of all kinds, and developing his powers and seeing to the extent he could use them. Hmhmm~! I hope your taking notes kid. We've only dived about halfway into this terribly...fascinating tale."

Daniel at this point was thoroughly intrigued. His hands had remained clasped this whole time, but his grip was tighter now, so much so that his knuckles were blazing white with pressure.

"I am taking good account of all thSkye's History: prt 22 years ago in Short Stories

The White Parade: IV of VIChapter IV: 3AM

“Once again, I can’t stress how…terribly sorry we are about the mishap this afternoon.”

“N-no…no, it’s fine. Honest. I won’t sue unless I develop a habit for the stuff.”

They chuckle nervously. “Regardless… That was a careless move on our part. It could have been worse than a sedative.”

“Is he always that difficult?”

“You mean, ‘Is he always that hysterical?’”

She nods. “He’s never been…that way before. I’ve never seen him like that.”

“Yes, well… Normally we wait untiThe White Parade: IV of VI7 years ago in Introductions & Chapters

The White Parade: V of VIChapter V: Four Weeks

It’s a month to the show. A month. Four weeks, give or take a day…

Week One.

“I can’t believe it. Prismacolor markers, pencils…oil paints, turpentine…brushes…” He stares at the bounty with wide eyes. “Where did you get all of this?”

I just grin and set down a bag full of canvases of various sizes on the bed. “I happen to have very good friends.”

Actually, Mac happens to have very good friends. Friends in places an artist can only dream to have friends.

“Are those the…?”

“Mm-hmm. I think someone said something aboutThe White Parade: V of VI7 years ago in Introductions & Chapters

Black and WhiteI met him in the sandbox.

It sits just past the streetlight mamma tells me is old fashioned because it looks more like candy than a stoplight. I don't agree, but I'd never tell her. (she only insults it in this manner after she forgets to look for it and runs a red light)

I was not building sandcastles, or playing house, or pretending to be princess of anything. I was building roadways and mountains and intersections for my little yellow jeep to purr its way over; ignorant of all traffic laws. (Did you know that if you purse your lips and blow, you can grrr just like one?)

He had green eyes to match his green tractor, and we built farms anBlack and White4 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives

Are You Gay, Bi or Straight?

DETERMINING SEXUAL IDENTITY
For many people, there is no question at all about what their Sexual Orientation and Identity are, starting at a very young age. But for many others, it can be very confusing and traumatic. ALL of us are a blend of Straight and Gay. People who are almost completely Straight or Gay usually know how they are different from very young ages. Everyone else will have some someone degree of Confusion and Questioning. Many young people have a small amount of latent homosexuality, enough to confuse them, but not enough to be a Bisexual. Others can be confused by having a friend they love dearly. Some young people are latAre You Gay, Bi or Straight?3 years ago in Academic Essays

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