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The WindYour voice saves my life. You angelic, innocent eyes make me want to melt. Your gorgeous smile makes me sing. A million and one things you do to me. Yet you don’t even know I exist. Your words tell stories. Stories I only wish I could star in. I guess you can say I wear my heart on my sleeve. But you make me smile inside. I love what you do. I love who you are. I wish you’d knew. But I can only say that to myself. I love you. I just have to let the wind carry it along.     The Wind
EndureEven from the perspective of the ground, the blood still resembled the saturated mud I lay in.     The rain was pouring down, effortlessly cleansing the muck of the viscous fluid. An ache had long since settled within my abused skeleton. A stinging, stabbing sensation, as if daggers had been thrust into every nerve ending of my body.  
   Judging by how the puncture wounds had clotted, the anonymous attackers--one, only known as Jack to me, the name one of his buddies had shouted when Jack had driven a knife through my ribs--had missed any vital organs, meaning I wasn’t going to die. In the least, Endure
IM - How we met.How we met.   
"Mim!" Lardnar yelled for his assistant.  "Yeah?" Mim had been working on trying to get her collar that was there ever since she was born.  "I need come down here to meet the new crew member!" He shouted.  Mim dropped what she was doing and jumped down from her room and got down.  "Mim, Meet Tec" Lardnar pointed to the tall and slim irken.  He had smooth turquoise eyes and light green skin.  He was wearing a Dib jacket and a light red shirt with a grey tie hung around his collar.  "Nice to meet you,I'm Tec" he held out his hand for Mim to shake.  "Ugh...Hi,Invader Mim" Mim was a IM - How we met.
Velvet Symphony: Chapter 1Chapter 1   
 
“The whole thing, gentlemen, works according to the principle of the steam engine and it’s perfectly simple. We just release this clutch…”  Fifteen men, sitting in a semi circle, loudly caught their breath, as the unusual carriage, sized down to the size of a toy, ran itself across the table. It traveled for about a yard with loud cracking and crunching when suddenly it seemed like something blew up and broke. It stopped and steam puffed out of it. When it blew up, they saw that the minor explosion of the ‘engine’ blew away the coachman’s seat and the front right wheel. &nb Velvet Symphony: Chapter 1
SaM: Potato Stew"Mmmmm.  Thanks, Shadow," Silver smiled weakly with cheeks bulging with stew.  He flinched a little when Shadow looked at him, but that was his habit.  He somewhat despised himself for it.   With a chuckle, the black hedgehog replied, "You are very welcome."    SaM: Potato Stew
SasuNaru-I Don't Love U
SoonYour warm whispers trickle down my spine and goes through my body. Your touch gives me chills and a smile across my face.  Every step you take gets me excited when you step closer to me. I can’t imagine my life without you, and I don’t have to, since we are meant to be. You are my better half, my king in shining armor, my best friend. You are there when I need you the most, and I am here for you when you call. The guy I can joke with the man I call love.  The dork that can make me laugh the sweet heart that never makes me cry. My imagination, but soon you will be a reality soon I will be able to hold you soon, yo Soon
SomedayInspired by the song “Someday” By Nickelback   
Someday   
Thomas Stands across the room looking out the window, Alice picks up the news paper and starts to cry hard, and she throws the newspaper on the table and it hits glass of milk and spills it all over the floor. On the paper read ‘Man….. Bridge’ the Rest was covered.   
She packs her things into a suitcase, she yelled ” why” and leaves walking over the spilt milk leaving a trail of footsteps behind and walks out the door, Tom follows but leaves no trail of milk.   
He taps on the car window, calling her name but Someday
Nadie como tu... SasuSaku fic
PnF - Hidden Secrets 5(Perry’s P.O.V.)   
 I sleep on the ground, rather happy that I found the courage to give Isabella that flower. I feel myself being scooped off the ground, and I open my eyes.   
 It’s not who I hoped it was. Phineas lifts me into his arms. He carries me through the house and into the backyard. He puts me onto the grass. I look around, hoping Isabella is out there, but she’s not.   
 Suddenly, I hear the door shut behind me. I turn around and Phineas walks away from the door, leaving me outside.   
 Only one thing is going through my mind:   
 What’ PnF - Hidden Secrets 5
The Last BlossomThe Last Blossom.   
Her name was the only one that wanted to fall from his lips.           Rolling over, trying to gain some comfort from the slants of moonlight falling across the opulently carved furniture, he thought about the way she'd said her name. Shui. How she'd spoken as if it was something sweet; a secret or the tang of plum. Whispering her name into the darkness, he stared at the far wall, wondering how something so fragile and exquisite could exist in a country so ravaged by war.            The wound in his side still pained h The Last Blossom
31: Forget"I promise I'll call you every day. You can bet on it."   
That was one year ago, to this day.  Three hundred sixty-five days ago, he moved to New York City to go to university, leaving me here in California; little ol' me, going to Stanford.   
Yup.   
I planned on transferring to NYU; it was a reputable school, I saw no harm in it. If anything, I'd be closer to him.   
But he knew that it was my dream to go to Stanford, and he adamantly refused to let me transfer to NYU because of him. He appeased me with promises and assurances.   
Still, every night before I go to sleep, I wonder 'Why 31: Forget
Tremble: Chapter 1Chapter 1  Abri  You & I  "Once upon a time" lives and breathes in little girls minds; but when that little girl starts to grow "once upon a time" slowly begins to fade and die. There is no "happily ever after", because no matter what, someone always gets hurt....  A little girl who believed in "once upon a time" learned if she wanted her "happily ever after" she'd have to be a black sheep to keep from becoming like everyone else; But as she got even older she found she was taught wrong....  Or was she?  That sweet little girl was me. Abri Walsh. Yes I said Walsh, the fourth most common Irish last name known to m Tremble: Chapter 1
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