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The OmeletI went to church today.
I'm an atheist, but I went anyway. I go every Sunday. People say that I'm a hypocrite or a dirty liar, but I'm not. I just go to church. You learn stuff there, like how to be a better person and how to be tolerant.
I mean, it's not like I worship there. Sure, I sing the songs, but I can't help that. I'm singing anyway, so what difference does it make if it happens to be a hymn? My best friend goes there. I think I would probably waste away if I couldn't see her any less than once a week.
The sermon today talked about September 11th. Six years ago, on my ninth birthday, hundreds of people died.
Or maybe I'm getting it wrong. Maybe it was thousands.
I don't like to think about that day. I do anyway, but I don't like to. I think about how selfish I was. I got really angry at my mom for making my omelet "wrong." She had made it specially for me. But still I went to school, beaming and happy-faced with cupcakes in hand for my class.
I had hardly touched that omelet.
Masquerade!~Ezio x Reader~Assassin's Creed II~Ch.1
Florence. A fine name for a fine city. Here celebration never ended. Here people sang in happiness most of the time. But it was fine as long as you were someone in this fine city. Wealthy was important here as well everyone but at least people weren’t so blind about it. But what about that young woman?
The young woman was walking around to the streets of this fine city with all the eyes f the male passengers on her. ____ was considering since she was born one of the most beautiful women this city had to offer. Her long ____ hair she tied at a low ponytail in a messy way yet she was breathtaking, her lips that had the same color with a rose that had yet to bloom and of course her well shaped body that made her dress looking even more stunning than before.
With appearance liked that anyone who saw her could swear to God that she had a suitor at her side waiting for her. But no. That was not true. The young lady didn’t have one. Not because she couldn’t find one but beca
Ticklish Trouble Maker-BullyA Ticklish Trouble Maker
When I was much younger I had a friend named Conner. Well actually, he was more of an acquaintance than a friend. I thought of him as a friend of a friend. Anyway, Conner was infamous. He had the reputation of being a trouble maker, and was famous for picking on other kids. I mean this kid got down right nasty sometimes. I remember seeing him beat up on other kids, tease them, and call them names, etc. Most of the time, when such things happened, I removed myself from the situation. I never wanted to be part of such things, so I didn't. But, I did remain friendish with Conner despite these things.
Side Note: (For some reason, Conner never really tried to picking on me. Not sure why, I wonder if it was because he thought I might fight back or something? Or maybe it was because I was slightly bigger than him? Who knows)
Anyway, you would have thought this kid was invincible. The way he
Vore Narrative Prompt #1 - A Normal DayRemember to read the rules first! If you didn't bother, it isn't my fault:
Summary: Write a fictional story which involves putting vore of any type into your daily life. Please start the story at the beginning of your typical day, but from there, you may take it wherever you please (as long as vore comes of it) - fantasy, sci-fi, horror, comedy, romance, etc. Please write in first person, using the pronouns "I" and "me" to represent yourself.
Example: "I woke up and began cleaning the house when a giant pulled off the roof." etc.
Focus: Vore occurring in your daily life in any fantastical or more realistic form.
Form: Write in first person (Using "I" or "me" instead of "he" or "she".)
Character: The story should be about yourself.
Vore: May be any form of vore.
Genre: Fiction, otherwise any genre.
Please do not include an
Dreamin' of You Chapter 2
Dreamin' of You
I gasp sat up in my bed catching my breathe sweat sliding down the side of my temple, I put my hand over my face crying "...Macbeth." I stop crying and wipe the tears when there was a knock on my door so I quickly got up smooth out my now long blue hair before answering the door to see my long time best friend back when we were slaves at the Tower of Heaven.
"Morning Cerise! Coming to the guild today?" I forced a fake smile like always 'Sure just let me get clean clothes on first." I close the door and went and put clean clothes on, when I was done I step out of my room smiling at Ashley who smiled back.
We got to our guild step in we had to dodge a fire and ice spikes headed our way "It seems Gray and Natsu started a fight early this time." I said still wonder why those two always end up fighting, well they our fire and ice they don't go well with together but Ashley secretly likes Gray~
"Yeah it seems like that...they are both idiots if you tell me." she scuff wal
Forbidden Destiny Chapter 6
I was huffing and puffing while escorting Cobra the idiot- I got smacked by the snake loving bastard must of heard me...
"You know I can hear you crystal clear you brat!" I chuckled michievously "That's the point...baka." I kept walking thinking of the Rite of The Maiden 'Is she really going to do it?' I thought to myself not knowing I stop showing a panicked face and worry "hey...whats up with the Rite of The Maiden anyways? It's not like people dye or something..."
I clinch my fist glared at him heatly "If she complete's the Rite, she is!!" he stared at me with wide eye's "N-no...you mean if she complete's the Rite of The Maiden...she'll dye?" I roll my eye's "Yes! The Rite of The Maiden is the villagers sacrifice the purest maiden if it must happen but it rarely happens...you know this is all your fault! You should of left like I did! But no you want to be strong mister big shot!" I pushed him angry tears rolled down my cheeks "Your killing my only
A New GuildIt was another day for Wendy Marvell, DragonSlayer of the wind. As Wendy was walking with Carla to the local market, she noticed a commotion amongst the people. " what do you think they're talking about? " Wendy asked Carla. " probably something stupid " Carla replied.
After getting all the things she needed from the stores, Wendy and Carla were walking back to Fairy Tail; when suddenly Wendy was pushed down to the ground and her groceries were taken! " ah! Someone help" Wendy screamed as soon as she got back up. With no one around to help, Wendy chased after the burglar. Once she cornered him in an alley, the man jumped at Wendy and was about to use a magic-based attack! Wendy could only close her eyes in fear as the blast was about to hit her. However, a mysterious figure appeared out of nowhere and deflected the blast. Then without a second to lose, the hero knocked out the thief and picked up the bag. Wendy, who's eyes were closed the entire time, finally opened them; seeing a hand
Forbidden Destiny Chapter 5
Robin has been helping me out keep Cobra at my hut while I go around like I normally do to get more herbs but I didn't notice someone was following me when I was walking back home. I walk in my hut "I'm back!"
I sweat drop at my kitchen...it was all covered with flour and food "Oh dear..." I saw Robin and Cobra covered head to toe in flour and food as well and what's more? Robin was hitting Cobra with my frying pan "um...What's going on? And did I tell you not to hurt Cobra, Ro?"
She stood up fast hiding my frying pan behind her "I-I'm not! I'm just hitting a annoying fly!" I raise my eyebrow she huff "Fine! I got annoyed with him so I started hitting him, happy now?!"
"Yes, now get off him now so I can check on his injury's." I helped Robin up then check Cobra that was out cold I frown "Can you carry him to my room? And make sure you don't drop him okay?" she rolled her eye's "Fine..." I sigh watching her pick up only his half letting his legs drag on the floor.
Zycia nie da sie przewidziec II Niespokojnie szamotał się w łóżku zaś na czole, szyi, nieco na torsie rosił się lodowaty pot, niczym przy febrze. Mięśnie były niemiłosiernie spięte. Zbladł mamrocząc coś niezrozumiale jakby majaczył w wysokiej gorączce. Z trudem łapał płytki, chrapliwy oddech. Gwałtownie zerwał się do siadu szeroko otwartymi, niezdrowo błyszczącymi oczyma. Usta zasłaniał jeszcze chwilę dłonią powstrzymując niedoszły krzyk. Nerwowo jak i łapczywie nabierał powietrza do płuc, wręcz się nim zachłystując. Drżał cały, a ból spiętych mięśni dawał teraz o sobie znać. Czuł jakby serce chciało połamać mu żebra, rozerwać skórę by znaleźć dogodne i szybkie wyjście na świat. Chwilę tak tr
Happy Coockies en ArcaniaLaila caminaba por los pasillos de la corte algo cansada y aburrida ¿La razón de eso? Quería hacer galletas y no encontraba a alguien para que las haga con ella. Sir Adi estaba en el fondo de la fuente donde estaba su cuarto. Su hermano Azrael había salido a quien sabe donde. El abuelo Rapha no la podía ayudar a hacer las galletas y la princesa Simariel estaba descartada por defecto; era de la realeza, no tenia tiempo para sus sandeces.
Suspiró por cuarta vez cuando lo vio. Caminaba al fondo del pasillo, tranquilamente. Parecía que no tenia nada que hacer; más por su cara de "hoy estoy libre, haré lo que me plazca" que por otra cosa. Al parecer no tenia idea de lo que iba a pasarle. Laila rió divertida y se acercó al elfo lentamente. Tenia que idear una manera de que la ayudara, sabia que Sisŏl no querría ir con ella a cocinar así que solo le quedaba una cosa que hacer.
Cuando estuvo a su espalda pellizcó un pun
A letter to my best friend.You're my best friend. My very best friend. If there's one thing I've ever been sure of, it's that.
But now I'm not sure any more.
I mean, I would love to believe that nothing has changed over the past week. But somehow I think that it has. I don't know how or why, but suddenly you're only talking to me about a boy in your math class you think likes you and then walking over to two other boys. Don't get me wrong, I like them. I wish they were my friends, but they don't like me.
Maybe you're just more charismatic than me, or something. Maybe I'm just not as pretty as you are, so they'll accept you as their friend.
But not me.
You are my best friend, and I love you dearly, and I would die if you weren't there for me. But right now, I don't think I'm your best friend. I hardly see you anyway, so the one time a week I get to see you, I'm really happy.
When you use that time we have together to tell me about a boy for five seconds and then move on to other people, that hurts.
And I wish I c
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