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RQ #6: Green X Eevee Child Reader-My Friend
Green was just having a normal day..or so he thought. Green, the handsome gym leader of Viridian City was outside for a breather since one of his challengers had a weezeing use smoke screen and that didn't turn out well. Green was walking around a small forest around his area looking at the trees and blue sky. Every once in a while a bug catcher would want to battle him because he was a gym leader. He also met a group of girls who were looking for "cute" pokemons, but instead of leaving him alone they followed him everywhere.
A eevee with (hair color) was looking for food to eat since she was hungry. She took a look around making sure there were no trainers to bother her. The young eevee was tired of having trainers trying to catch her just because she was a eevee.
Why won't these pesky girls leave me alone? Just because I'm famous doesn't mean you have to follow. I was just out here to take a quick breather while the gym was airing out.
Fangirls are so annoying. Why can't
whispering galaxies She whispered galaxies into the night sky, hoping for an echo to return. The emptiness of the quiet consumed her, drowning her thoughts as she tumbled downward into a spiral of mayhem. She reached for moonlight's sweet lullaby, frantically trying to swim her way towards the surface. The darkness hummed a serenade, wrapping its poisoned touch around her heart. Engulfed, terrified, she tried to scream, but all that was left was silent agony.
she wept in the night
where only echoes of the broken remained.
© oakleafninja23, 2014
Nerds and Jocks STILL in college 3
“I need to get a what?”
Sasuke commented as he slammed the door behind him.
“A job Sasuke, a job.” Kiba sighed “You’re parents kicked you out remember?”
“You gotta be kidding me!” Sasuke did NOT want to hear this right now. Especially since he just got told that Naruto was not going to be moving back in with them.
“Welcome to the life of being independent.”
“Oh you have NO idea.” Shino smirked. All he could think about was how fucked Sasuske was. After living with his parents for so long Sasuke hadn’t a CLUE how the real worked.
“Can’t I just go apply to be a model or something?”
… see? Absolutely NO clue.
“Oh Sauske, you’re so cute.”
“What? I’ve got the looks right?”
“Maybe after photo shops done with you.” Shino snickered.
“Ch.” Sasuke flicked his head away from the others “Why do I need a
EIMDPnF2: Trauma incorregible XDPhineas: ¿Por qué rayos no puedo ir a ningún lado? Les juro que mi pie está mejor.
Gumball: ¿Seguro? (Le toca el pie)
Phineas: ¡AU! Sí.
Darwin: Lo siento, pero debes quedarte en cama hasta que tu pie se mejore.
Phineas: ¿Y qué voy a hacer mientras?
Ferb: Toma, lee este, libro. (Se lo da)
Phineas: (Lo toma) Mhh.. Ok, creo que leer no me hará daño.
(Dos horas después)
Phineas: *"¿Cuáles son tus últimas palabras, boba?"* *"Tienes unos ojos hermosos."* *"Morirás, Scootaloo. ¡MORIRÁS!"* Jamás debí leer ese libro.
RD: (Abre la puerta) Phineas, vine a ver si estás mejor del pie.
Phineas: ¡AHHHHH! ¡ME QUIERE SACAR LA SANGRE! ¡AUXILIOOO! ¡AHHHHHHH!
RD: Ahm, ¿Estás bien?
Phineas: ¡ALÉJATE DE MÍ, ASESINA!
(Al día siguiente)
RD: Por tu culpa Phineas me tiene miedo. ¿Qué tipo de libros lees?
Ferb: Oye, no e
A dream come true-Resort of the heavensThere is something that lures me to sleep. I'm used to it you could say. The pitiful crying of desperation and hunger drives my friend mad. So she cries and wails throughout the night. Oh I just wish I could be in a better place.
The streets of New York are filled with us. Who is us? Us are the children that sleep in the alley ways. Cardboard tents are like treasure to us. With cardboard tents you can shelter yourself from the harsh, cold wind and deadly weather.
Scraps of food is what we live on. If that night my loved ones hadn't crashed I could've still had enough food to keep my ribs from showing. I could feel happy. My thoughts are interrupted by someone speaking.
"Akira. Come with me Akira." The voice whispered. Goosebumps started to rise. There was something unsettling about the way he talked. He was behind me, whispering like the wind passing by.
He was the only motivation I had left, my crush. "Where will we go?" I asked, sounding better than I felt deep down.
"I know y
RA: zad.1Przeraźliwe wycie wyrwało Stacy z niepewnego snu. Otworzyła oczy i wpatrzyła się w biały sufit pokoju, w którym spędziła niemal całe swoje życie. Musiała przemyśleć sytuację. Z całą pewnością nie tak brzmiał budzik oznajmiający jej, że nastał kolejny dzień tortur. Usiadła niczym robot, cała zesztywniała, po czym przystąpiła do porannej toalety.
"Pozostało 25 minut do autodestrukcji ośrodka. Uprasza się o zachowanie spokoju i udanie się do wyjść ewakuacyjnych celem zachowania życia. Dziękuję."
Szczotka do włosów wypadła jej z ręki. Rzuciła się na drzwi, które zawsze otwierała tylko specjalna eskorta mająca zaprowadzić ją do miejsca badań. Tym razem szkło bez trudu przemieściło się pod naporem jej dłoni.
You're a KittenYou crawl across the kitchen floor. For you, it takes miles to reach Mother. You take some milk and gulp it down. You continue to venture around the house. You make it to the middle of the hallway before you get scooped up from the floor by the girl. You look up to see her face. She's smiling. She says something, but you don't understand. She brushes your soft fur. You like it. She does so multiple times, causing you to purr. The purr rattles in your throat. It roars loud. The girl rubs her nose on your head. You continue to purr, squinting. She puts you down and you wander, still looking for more adventures...
Boo and ButterbeanShe sat there in bed, surrounded by loneliness. The sounds of her sobbing echoing in the darkness.
The furry, purple monster peeked out from under the girl’s bed, having heard the broken sobs. “What’s wrong?’ He asked, his voice still rough from sleep. She quickly wiped away the tears. “Nothing.” She said as she turned the other way.
“But ButterBean.” The monster whined and clumsily climbed out from under the bed. The girl felt a huge dip in the bed beside her. “C’mon ButterBean.”
“It’s nothing Boo.” She whispered as she scooted away. “Please just go back to sleep.” She continued.
“But Boo can’t sleep when ButterBean is sad!” Boo exclaims before his eyes widen and he covers his mouth with his large, clawed hands. He looks to the door and when he hears no footsteps, turns back to you. “Don’t make me get tickly…”
The girl flips onto her back and stares
Midnight Travelers/TT Errand #9 Bucking La Cart Ven gave a hefty yawn as he accompanied Brutus through the streets once more. It was morning once again and he ceremoniously forced to tag along once again for nonsense reason Brutus came up with. It was a benefit to be outside this morning. Rowen and Annie seemed to make themselves properly at home with an instant to his amazement. Instead of his typical nightly stroll, he was forced to make another room for them. He grumbled, rubbing his sore claws from all the carving he had to do. Should have never offered them a place to stay… But the Nidoran’s teary gaze came to mind at the thought. He clutched his chest as his heart gave a small cringe, placing his right claw on it, eyes filled with scorn. “Dammit…,” he murmured.
Brutus gave him a questioning gaze which Ven merely shook his head with his right claw, swiftly placing his claw down. Lately his partner had been doing things he found horribly out of
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five.Five is the number of times you worry he’s stopped breathing, as the surgeons carve around his heart, twisting away the plaque ridden arteries, and pulling a vein out of his leg. Five is the number of heart wrenching hours you and your family were waiting in the hospital room, worried that your lives would crumble, that there would be five members of the family instead of six, that five days out of the week he would not come home for dinner, that five kisses from him would no longer be given to his wife and four children. Five was the amount of fingernails you bit off while watching people enter and exit the waiting room, and the amount of minutes your mother spent on the phone, explaining that something was wrong. Five is the critical difference between holding a father’s hand as your mother cries into his heart shaped pillow. The difference between rejoicing and smiling weakly because he’s okay or carrying your father’s American-flag-covered-casket and watchin
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