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Psychic awakeningBased on a true story...
I'm just any other ordinary internet-addicted-anime-lover girl. There's really nothing special about me. The only thing I really find non-ordinary, is my writing skills. Nothing else. But, that changed the other day. Shall I tell you the tale?
It was any average school day. I was in fifth hour—which was PE—the hour I dreaded. I was feeling fine until I walked into the stuffy gym. My breathing suddenly became short... This hasn't happened before! But, being the naive person I am, I shrugged it off.
There were stories of the school being haunted. Personally, I believe in them—It's in my culture to believe in them!—but, I didn't think that the school was actually haunted.
There wasn't a teacher (Thank god!) so I went to sit with my friends known as Rocket and Chesnie. They were listening to their music and I was listening to mine. Then Rocket starting listening to Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift, but it was a cove
The Story of Senpai and WhoredonSenpai was a mean child. A 'little shit' if you will. She always yelled at the other children, stole toys, and was a complete brat. The day she met Jordan was the worst day of preschool ever. "Hello. Will you be my friend?" A tan boy with black hair and brown eyes kindly asked Senpai. "No! We will never be friends! I hate you stupid!" Senpai shouted at him. They didn't talk for the rest of the year.
Jordan was a nice guy... at times. He can be mature when he wants to be but that's pretty rare. He was playfully mean, but Senpai didn't know it at the time so it was rather annoying to her.
Time passed and it was Kindergarden. They weren't in the same class, but they talked. Well, more like exchanged 'Hellos' and 'What's up?' and that was it.
For the next few years, Jordan and Senpai became great friends. They were grouped together in the same classes until Fourth grade. Senpai didn't like the insults, but she dealt with them. When Rocket came along, Senpai's friendship with Jordan w
My Useless Android, Lucy ~* Prologue *~ Loading... Please wait...
Bridgette's sky blue eyes watched in awe as the human-like android before her was being brought to life. "S-She's actually working!" She adjusted her glasses to get a better look. The android raised herself up, when she did, she opened her eyes to reveal blue-violet orbs that were just beautiful. "Oh my gosh! Bridgie! You've made the first ever custom Android!" A smaller android shouted from the Bridgette's shoulder. Bridgette pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose.
The smaller android jumped off of Bridgette's shoulder and landed on the other android's stomach. "Hello there! I'm Momo!" The smaller android waved. "Mo.... Mo?" The bigger android tilted her head to the side, some red locks of hair falling off her shoulder. "Yes! That's right! Now can you say Bridgette?!" The overly-excited android asked.
"Momo please, I'm not dumb." Bridgette stared at the larger android, and started taking notes. "Interesting...." The larger android picked up Mom
Thirteen and a Dictator ~* Chapter 1 *~Floda pulled up her boots, making sure that they fit perfectly. "Alright, time to change some things around here." She sighed and stood up, hands on her hips. "I'm so glad zhat papa didn't have many people in his army, if zhere were more than thirty zhen I vould have a hard time...."
~☆ Meanwhile ☆~
"Apparently, we're not free just because Viktor died..." An American man spoke up. "NANI?!" His Japanese friend shouted. "Yeah! I heard that his daughter was his replacement!" "Che? Is she-a pretty?~" An Italian accent spoke up. "Dante! Oh thank god, you always make things better." Dante smiled.
"Gute Morgen everyvone. Just to let you know, I hate you all. And zhis vill never change" A feminine voice spoke up.
Everyone turned their head to where the voice came from.
She was a girl. A very young one at that! She wore a shirt that exposed her stomach, extremely short shorts, gloves, combat boots, and a strange eyepatch that had a slanted 'G'. "I'm Floda Reltih, your ne
The Chronicles of Serenity ~*Chapter 2*~Severus sighed. He didn't really like being away from his amnesia-suffering sister. She could be doing anything!
One of Severus's friends, Luis Zimmerman, put his hand on his shoulder. "If you're vorrying about your schwester zhen calm down, she'll be fine! You're not her father. You are like, vhat, ten minutes apart?" Severus hung his head. "Five." He corrected. "Vell, you can't protect her forever. She has to go on her own sooner or later." Severus sighed again. "I guess you're right."
"HEY IDIOTA!" A mean, yet familiar Italian accent called out. "What's up Adriano?" Luis called out. "Don't 'what's up' me kraut-face!" Severus rolled his eyes. "What have you-a done to my idiota sorella?" Severus shrugged. "I don't hang out with your sister. My sister does but not me." Adriano was furious. "DON'T-A LIE TO ME! I am from the proud city of-" "Staples?" Severus interrupted. "I would kill you if you weren't-a my sorella's best friend's idiota fratello!" Adriano walked out if
NOTE: This involves 1337. Translations are in the description :I
One day, Senpai was just surfing the Internet. Then all of a sudden, she was trapped behind the screen! "What the hell is going on here?!" Senpai shouted, hoping that someone would hear her. Fortunately, someone did.
A cat with a poptart body walked over, leaving behind a rainbow that it was crapping. " /\31(0V3 70 73)-( !|\|73|2|\|37. ! /\!11 83 '/0(_)|2 6(_)!|)3." The poptart cat said in a strange language.
Senpai was confused at first, but then the realization hit her. He was speaking 1337!
"0)-( (-)4! |)3|2. !'V 53|\||*4!." Senpai mumbled, hoping she didn't get anything wrong.
The cat just smiled. "!'V |\|'/4|\| (47"
THE Nyan Cat?!?! Senpai thought to herself.
"5)-(4!! /\3 637 574|273|)?"
"53|\||*4! _|(_)V|* 0|\| V'/ 84>
[Gift for Xx-Rocket-Xx] A best friends' storySenpai wasn't always a nice person. When she was in preschool, she was known as adults would call her, "A little shit". She would stab other children with a pencil just to make sure it was sharp! But all she really wanted was to play, or at least have a friend.
One day, a boy named Jordan came up to her. He was a good boy, but playfully mean, so Senpai didn't like him that much.
"Will you be my friend?" Jordan asked Senpai. "NO I'LL NEVER BE YOUR FRIEND!" Senpai shouted at him, but that wasn't true, she wanted a friend desperately but she didn't want to show it.
A year passed and Senpai was now in Kindergarden. But, she was put in Ms. Girty's class, the opposite of the class Jordan was in! (Ms. West!) But Senpai somehow managed to be friends with him even though she said that she would never be friends with him.
But one day, there was a transfer student, she was known as Rocket. She was from a country Senpai has never heard of before. "What's Australia?" Senpai asked Ms. Girty
Thirteen and a Dictator ~*Prologue*~Thirteen and a dictator
Have you ever heard of my Papa? Course you haven't! I haven't told you about him yet! Well, hardly any people heard about him. You see, he wasn't very successful, which isn't surprising if you haven't heard about him... Let me tell you about my papa:
Ein: He wanted to follow in Hitler's footsteps. (you know, killing Jews and stuff)
Zwei: He left for a few years. Why? Well, he needed people for his army. How did he even convince them?
Drei: Papa says that I have to continue his legacy when he passes. I don't want to kill Jews! That's the last thing I want to do! The only nazi I'll ever be is a grammar nazi!
Vier: Papa just died last week... Scheisse....
Enough about my father! Let's talk about me!
My name is Floda Reltih! My papa named me after Adolf Hitler... How? Well, he flipped Adolf and Hitler backwards.... I have black hair, ummmmm colored eyes... I always wear an eyepatch over my right eye.... Because of.... reasons...
KlondikeI breathe heavily, trying to catch my breath of what I have just done. Blood runs down the knife I have just used, and it goes down my arm. My hair this morning was clean, but now it's a complete rats nest. My skin is stained with blood.
This is the first time I have ever seen this much blood. It's not like a small nosebleed. It's much worse than that! It's more like someone had a lot of blood and just threw it on the wall without even thinking!
I take another deep breath. The girl I have just murdered mercilessly was beautiful. She had ocean blue eyes, golden blonde hair, rosy cheeks, flawless skin (Not a blemish in sight!). It's such a shame that her beautiful skin had to be pierced by my knife that ended her life. I'm very sure that many of her loved ones will mourn her death.
I wish that I was like this gorgeous girl. I have dirt brown eyes, glasses, brown hair with natural red highlights, lots and lots of freckles on my face, and let's just say that I don't have flawless skinů
Bathtime"Sherman! It’s time for your bath!"
Uh-oh. Sherman was trapped. This was one of the worst possible things that could ever happen.
He hated it. The cold water (which was due to the fact that he delayed his bath for as long as he could) the fact baths always stopped him from playing, the scrubbing, the inevitable bedtime afterwards…it was no fun.
What was he to do? There was only one thing for it - to hide. So that’s what he did. Thinking quickly, he hid under his crib and hoped his father wouldn’t find him. Perhaps if he lay still enough, he wouldn’t be noticed.
He could hear his father’s clunky footsteps coming closer. The door creaked open. There was a silence, then a short sigh. Sherman heard Mr. Peabody nearing his crib and within seconds, he found himself getting pulled out from under it. He shook his pudgy fists about.
"Come now, Sherman, let’s not have this," Mr. Peabody muttered.
"Nooo! I don’t wa
It had been a long grueling day out in the desert, and as usual I was on my own. I was travelling with a group of fellow archeologists in order to check out an old tomb for some possible hidden treasure and artifacts. Unfortunately for me, I was stuck navigating this hot and musty old ruin by myself! My group had chickened out after watching The Mummy the night before, and decided against following me into the ruin. I made my way through the decrepit tomb, looking for some sort of special treasure to bring back. Sadly, searching ruins isn't as glamorous as they make it out to be in movies. There aren't any large caches of treasure, mystical artifacts, or Daedric weapons situated anywhere. It's a good thing that's the case, I'd hate to be transformed by some kind of weird magical artifact again!
I wandered through the ruins, and looked about for anything worthwhile. Finally, I found a strange room in the back of the ruins. Sitting in the middle of the room was a glistening golden statue
Goodnight DadHere's some music to go with this story
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The elevator doors opened and out stepped Sherman. He was all grown-up now and had travelled all the way from his home to visit the old penthouse he once lived at. Now it was just owned by the famous Mr. Peabody, who had disappeared out of the limelight quite some time ago, due to him not appearing as often.
The reason? Mr. Peabody was too old.
Sherman’s shoes squeaked against the laminated floors as he glanced around at the mostly unchanged house he used to roam about in as a child. He entered the lounge, looking about for his father.
"Hello?" he called out.
Suddenly, there was a quiet thud at the door. Sherman swivelled around and saw it open slightly. A cane came through, shortly followed by the hunched, greying figure of Mr. Peabody himself. His green eyes sparkled the moment they set upon Sherman.
"Ah Sherman, my boy," the elderly genius greeted, "so glad to fin
Giving Life to The MoonBlackness. She was going in and out of blackness. It was consuming her, pulsing around her. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't think.
A voice kept coming to her, faint and quiet. She couldn't understand it. It was too far. She felt as though she were underwater. Everything was distorted beyond her senses.
And then there was pain. It shot through her like the talon of a hawk, or the fang of a dog. It gripped her tightly, and held her it's prisoner. She could smell blood. She could feel the blood. It was all over her. And it was overpowering.
There was that voice. She tried to open her eyes, to see who was speaking to her. It was hopeless. She knew she was going to die. Is this was death felt like? Pain and darkness, consuming her? It was horrible. She wanted it to be over.
"Timidbreeze? Can you hear me? Just breathe, okay?"
Her ears twitched. She felt herself take in a deep breath, then let it out slowly. She opened her eyes slightly, blinking her blurred vision away. Bre
The Storm - Chapter 6It was an ordinary day for most of the population. They were all in work or school, living out their lives like it was any other day. However, this day would become the day that changed the lives of many forever.
Mistress was in place, the camera focussed on her as she prepared for what was about to happen. Vincent, in his new female form, stood behind the camera performing the behind the scenes operations. She hit the button and soon the transmission commenced. Suddenly, all the television channels were cut off, replaced with the image of Mistress looking down upon the worried viewers. Crowds soon developed, eager to see what was happening as this figure they had never seen before began to speak.
“Hello World. I am Mistress.” She began. “For years, our world leaders have been oppressing the lives of women across the globe, deeming us weak and ignorant. Today I am telling you that this day of male dictatorship is over once and for all. Together, fellow females, we can
Giving Names to The Moon"Timidbreeze?"
She felt her body shudder with her sobs. A small bundle was held between her front paws, her warm tears dripping down upon it. Two other small bundles were nearby, both mewing and wiggling around. But this one.. was still. And silent.
She sobbed again, trying desperately to drag her tongue across the unmoving brown kit. She thought she would taste it's warm pelt and fur, but instead she got a mouthful of her own salty tears, and felt his cold body.
Her head shot up, her eyes locking on the form of the grey pelted medicine cat. He stared at her sympathetically, and moved closer, glancing down at the brown tom between her paws. His voice was calm, and quiet, "Timidbreeze.. He's gone. He's with Starclan now. I'm sorry."
She tried to speak, but only made a few small grunts instead. Her paw came across her eyes, wiping away some of her tears. How could any of this be real? With everything that had happened in her life, she had no idea her heart could possibly b
The Wanderer She was known as the Wanderer.
A modern-day Forest Gump or Jesper Olsen, she went from place to place, going wherever her feet led her.
Except unlike both the fictional and non-fictional people mentioned above, she was on the back of a horse.
Sitting astride a black horse, she rarely said a word other than a simple 'thanks' when news vans and curious passerby recognized her and swarmed like bees to a congregation of pollen-laden blossoms. Her once frightened and flighty horse had turned into a trusted travel companion, merely looking at the noisy crowds with seldom a flicked ear. On her mahogany-colored custom-made saddle rested saddle bags filled to the bursting point with necessities such as her wallet, clothing, grooming supplies, a first aid kit, and other items of that nature.
One might wonder how one such person is able to feed the ravenous appetite that a horse brings. Well, when one is a national celebrity, one does fin
My Gorgeous Rose: A SonAmy FanFic. Ch1 It was morning, the sun was glimmering like diamonds. 13 year old Amy Rose was sleeping in her bed. "Amy..." a voice called. Amy got disturbed and continued to sleep. "Amy get up you're gonna be late again!" Amy opened up one eye to see who was calling her. An 16 year old blue hedgehog with Hair that reached to her thighs, a bang on the side of her head, 4 eyelashes on each eye that were separate. (Like Tails' eyes.) She was dressed in her Sailor uniform for school. "C'mon Amy, you're dozing off. Get up now it's past 8:00!" Amy got up. "Eh...? EH?!" Amy got out of her bed quickly and took
Off all her night clothes and goton her Sailor Uniform quickly. "Let's go, Amulet!" Yelled Amy. Amulet stood there and sighed. "Okay." Then Amulet ran downstairs and saw the Amy already left for school. "Amy..." Amulet grabs both of there lunches and ran out. Amy was still running the fast as she could. "Amy! Wait up" yelled Amulet. Until Amy was in fro
Sherman's Mother"Are you alright, my dear?"
Mr. Peabody’s attention had been drawn to a shifting in a nearby alleyway. He squinted at the dark, hunched figure. He guessed it was a woman from the sound of her voice. Unfortunately for her, she was retching. Despite the repulsion, the dog kept a good distance away while she finished emptying her stomach. For a few moments she didn’t move and Mr. Peabody stepped forward to see if she was alright, hand extended.
But at that moment she raised herself up, almost tripping up on her dress. She swayed outside onto pavement lit by the streetlamps, the pale light reflecting off her shiny, auburn hair. She glanced down at Mr. Peabody.
"Whadda you want, mutt?”
Mr. Peabody showed little sign of offence, knowing fully well that she was still under the influence and therefore not thinking straight. “I was just concerned for your well-being, ma’am.”
"Huh. My well-being. That’s a joke… Along with eeeverything
[Senpai's Minecraft Adventures] Cupa's surpriseIt was just an ordinary day on minecraft for Senpai. She liked to do custom maps for fun. But this custom map was pretty well-made and tricky.
There were a lot of puzzles to solve, not like those easy puzzles you played with in preschool, they were tricky.
Senpai had just finished a puzzle that had to do with riddles and flipping switches. As she went through the hallway (that she unlocked the door to). She saw that the next room had to do with timing and accuracy.
She looked around and saw a lot of rocks that were placed pretty far away, but they were in jumping distance. So Senpai gathered all her courage, and hopped on one f the stones. It was pretty easy, but the others would be a challenge. She took a long leap, again, again, and again.
Finally, she passed the rocks. Senpai looked around, and saw a hallway leading out of the room. She slowly walked into the hallway.
Senpai started talking to herself as she was reaching the end of the hallway. "Not everything in this world-" All of
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