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Pirate!EnglandXPirate!Reader-Rich Girl P1 in Short Stories
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JohnDave Part Two Your name is Dave Strider, and currently you are trying very hard to keep your cool.
Remain your confident, calm, and collected self like you usually do around this loveable, adorable, sassy ball of derp that is, as of right now, blushing like mad at what you just said to him. You can feel it, physically feel it, warmth seeping from his tomato-red cheeks through the thin fabric of your clothes and onto and into the left side of your chest, close to your heart.
Which, contrary to pop-culture's belief, is still beating, healthy and well.
"So..." you start, albeit a little bit hesitantly. "Are we good then?"
John's hands are fisted into yourJohnDave Part Two in Short Stories
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Rain Over Me in Short Stories
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The Jealousy Game (Part 3) There was nothing but silence in the car during the first few minutes, not even Bolin was speaking. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife and the soon to be married couple seemed to be brooding.

Bolin took notice that Korra was tapping her hands together somewhat aggressively and that his brother had a tight grip on the steering wheel. And he wasn't too much liking the sharp and quick turns Mako was making. Maybe it was time for the earth bender to work his magic and better their moods.

"So…Pabu told me this really funny joke not too long ago…"

The Avatar spoke suddenly. "On and off the field, Mako? What was that aboutThe Jealousy Game (Part 3) in Short Stories
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pokepasta: raimbeon's revenge in Short Stories
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Story for ScalerAegis The sun rose over the city recently built is the Stardust Speedway zone. Karl Aegis and his wife, Sophie, were walking home from the hospital with their newly-born son.

"It's hard to believe this will be my last child…" Sophie said as they drove home.

"I'm lucky you and the child are still with me." Karl responded. "I have no idea what I would have done if I lost both or even one of you."

"Yes, we're both very lucky to be here." Karl's wife responded. "So, have you thought of a name for him?" She asked.

"Oh, you know I'm not good with names." Karl said, chuckling nervously.

"I was thinking maybe… Scaler. I'll let you choose hisStory for ScalerAegis in Short Stories
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Legend of Korra: At the Gala Bolin had never felt comfortable in situations like the one he currently found himself in.

When Korra had first asked him to go to the gala Tarrlok was throwing in her honor, he had been reluctant to. However, when she had said that Mako would be going with Asami and that she didn't want to be left alone with them, he had given in to her pleading.

The two of them had arrived together along with Tenzin and his family, but Bolin had lost Korra when Tarrlok had taken her to talk to the press of Republic City. He hadn't seen her since. He had already asked Asami and Mako if they had seen the water tribe girl, but they said they hadn't, so he haLegend of Korra: At the Gala in Short Stories
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DracheXSolluxXGamzee Not Again... Part 1 Your name is Drache Maehim. You currently are at the ball field behind your hive like usual late at night. You have the stadium lights shining as bright you can, while your pitching machine is set on the slowest pitch setting.

The pitching machine you made is your great companion when you are upset. Lately, you've been having some trouble with a friend of yours about a relationship.

You hit ball after ball until one of your friends contacts you. Great, you think, just what you need.

twinArmageddons [TA] began trolling universalTerrorist [UT]

UT: dude wh4t do you w4nt
TA: calm down man ii ju2t want two ask you 2omethiin
TA: you know thatDracheXSolluxXGamzee Not Again... Part 1 in Short Stories
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Espionage Part 1 of 2 in Short Stories
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Shannon's story pt.3 And suddenly, Tom Hiddleston...Shannon's story pt.3 in Short Stories
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Lower Class-NeedXSmit-6-Z                                     Lower Class!

                 'Years ago!' "In this assembly, you'll be shown what is waiting for each and every one of you. Those who's succeeded,

and those who'll become a something later on in the game.." I yawn and my eyes flick closed then pop open. Its been a week after the

show we had in our High School auditorium. I look to Smitty and shyly smile. I had shown him my answer and I GUESS we were going

steady? As he puts it, we're still friends, just with more feelings passed between us, then normal friends. I nudgeLower Class-NeedXSmit-6-Z in Short Stories
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Random Literature XD "The woman who stood by the lonely corridor of dark and shadow; left by the crimson, ominous wind to venture alone, the rain pattering down on her innocent head, and her less-than mind. What did she seek in the lonely allies and gullies? To discover her truth? Or live her darkened dreams? The night opened the stronghold of questions; away they flew into the minds of many who would pass by."

"His eyes gleamed a purple spark; filled with the complexity that builds a dreamer, his souls and values. What did he seek, one could only wonder, to roam the darkened night, opening the gates to ideal, passion, and the destiny of sure discovery of himselRandom Literature XD in Short Stories
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A letter to a friend My dear friend,

I received the message you sent me. Thankyou for that. No, I don't mind the delay- receiving a reply six hours after I sent the message is a speedy reply, by your standards. I'm sending you a letter instead of a text because, well, I'll explain that later.

Yes, I'm doing fine- no, I haven't been out much recently, partying has never been a favourite occupation of mine.

About the text- well, I'll just say one thing. Of course, you are my very best friend and all that, but there was just something weird about that text that you sent.

I sent you a message right before we were supposed to meet up. You were three-quarters of anA letter to a friend in Short Stories
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Stop bothering me Shady: *poke poke*

Ritzuka: *ignoring bussy readiing*

Shady: *poke poke poke*

Rit: *annoyed ignoring*

shady: *poke poke poke poke poke poke poke poke poke poke poke*

Rit: What!

shady: *smile* hi

Rit: shady

shady: hmm

rit: *SMACK!*

shady: ow

Rit: serves you right

Shady: *bite*

Rit: shady apperantly you dont remember what happened last time you tried that

shady: *shrug*

Rit: *glare then thumps shady on the nose*

shady: Ow *lets go of rit's arm*

rit: good boy

shady: grrrr

rit: *thwack*

shady is now face down in the carpet hands held behing his back with rit siting on him

Rit: what NOW

shady: my nose

Rit: why dont you go boStop bothering me in Short Stories
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Scratch Art "Edward… Please, just stop."

"Why?"

"Because it's annoying, that's why."

Jonathan Crane massaged his temples, his long bony fingers trying-and failing-to calm him down before he needed to leave the room. The Riddler continued to scratch away at the scratch board, shedding black scraps of paint and little bits of foil he'd been pressing too hard on all over the carpet.

"You're making a mess."

"I'm nearly done!!"

It was going to be a true piece of art. Edward held his 'Art' up to the lamp, getting a real good look at it. He added another few scratches here and there, before slamming it down on the table.

"Haha! Finished, finally."

Scratch Art in Short Stories
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As Dead as Clock Hands There was no mistake, he was dead. His pulse no longer existed, his eyes rolled into the back of his head, glazed over, and his once tanned, warm skin, pale and cold as ice.
A thin slither of blood still crept from the injury sustained on his head.  Staining the hardwood floor and seeping through the slits in between each poorly placed plank.

A partly smashed grand farther clock, cracked picture frames and a bloody crowbar.  
The scent of blood and sweat still lingered in the cold air.  Muddy footprints scattered the area.

The room had been swept clean of any valuables, except a silver pocket watch that lay absent minded in the middle ofAs Dead as Clock Hands in Short Stories
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Peace in the Puzzle Chapters 5-7 in Short Stories
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Casual Conversations Asahina walked down the long hallway. Yumi Asahina. She was being led by two officers into a small room with only a table. Before they walked in, they stopped at the one-way window.
"Is this the guy?" one officer asked.
Yumi stood there for a moment, scanning over the man sitting in the small room.
"Let me talk to him."
"Huh?" the other, much younger, officer said. The senior officer placed his hand on the younger one's shoulder, then nodded to Yumi.
As soon as she stepped inside the small room, the man looked at her strangely. And with a sense of familiarity.
"How are you?" she asked, as if greeting an old friend.
"How do you think? ICasual Conversations in Short Stories
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Summers First Haunted Campout The wind was nice and cool, the heat was unbearable, and the rivers were nearly freazing. In Northren Oregon Jack, Ashley, Ryan, and Megan were all going to go camping in a nice dense part of the woods about 7 miles away from Salem's city limits, its name Insaniss Forest. They were going to start on a car until they reached the end of the road and then they would hike 1 mile to the camp.
    "Come on Ryan! Megan and Ashley are already up here!"said Jack.
    "Well they dont have to carry all the foods, tinder, and the tent!"yelled Ryan,"I will throw all this stuff down and beat you black and blue if you don't shut up!"
    "What a greaSummers First Haunted Campout in Short Stories
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Reflections Face covered by a mask, I sit in a teacup, spinning.

"You're avoiding me?" My angel glided towards me; a white mask with black and gold designs concealed the majority of her beautiful face.
"Avoiding you?" I answered, feigning ignorance.
Sweeping her hand up to her eyes, she pulled the mask off her face. "You didn't recognize me!" She accused, smiling.
Her face uncovered, I pulled her in and kissed her. "Of course I recognized you." She smiled as she stepped away, moving her mask back into place. "I'd recognize you anywhere."

As I spin, I choose a distant mirror as my focal point. Dancers do it to keep from getting dizzy. I, on the otherReflections in Short Stories
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Lower Class-NeedXSmit-5-Z in Short Stories
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Lucky Break in Short Stories
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The best feeling of them all. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and it's always after this kind of weird dream. The dream, as crazy as it sounds, seems to plop me right in the middle of this aisle; a church aisle. Oh trust me, I'm not walking down this aisle to get married…at least I don't think I am. I mean, I don't have a bouquet or I'm definitely not wearing a perfect wedding dress. I'm not dolled up either, I'm just…me.

As I'm walking down this aisle, I don't—or rather, can't—see anything else except for this person standing at the end of the aisle. As I walk closer, this person reaches out their hand to me. I don't know why, but I feThe best feeling of them all. in Short Stories
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The Outsiders- Parallel Novel Bits I swallowed, wiping the sweat off my upper lip.
"Johhnycake?" I said in a hoarse voice. "Johnny?" Johnny shifted around a bit, then opened his eyes. "Hey." He mumbled.
"We won," I panted, hoping the news could fix him, even though I knew it wouldn't. "We beat the Socs. We stomped them – chased the outa our territory." Johnny didn't even try to force a smile.
"Useless …fighting's no good…" The kid was as pale as New York snow. I licked my lips, trying not to seem nervous.
"They're still writing editorials about you in the paper. For being a hero and all." I tried to control my talking, but I couldn't help it; this shouldn't The Outsiders- Parallel Novel Bits in Short Stories
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