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My Worst NightmareMy Worst NightmareMy Worst Nightmare by SkulduggeryWho
Setting: acting seminar, theatre area
“How now, fair maid?”
“I am come to know your pleasure.”
This boy could not get into the scene. I mean, it was already awkward enough for him, knowing what kind of role he was playing. But he was speaking barely beyond a mumble, he was standing rigidly, and there was just no life in him! Oh, if only he could let go and actually be Angelo.
I tried communicating with my eyes to him, hoping maybe he’d get a clue and try a little harder. But it obviously didn’t work.
“Which had you rather, that the most just law now took your brother’s life; or, to redeem him, give up your body to such sweet uncleanness as she that he hath stain’d?”
The emotion monitor on the wall gave me emotional cues, but I didn’t need to look up anymore to effectively say my lines.
“Sir, believe this, I had rather give my body than my soul.”
“I talk not of your soul: our compell
Little Red Ridding Hood ft. Oc DND CharactersLittle Red Riding Hood:Little Red Ridding Hood ft. Oc DND Characters by zenkai97
The Dungeons and Dragons version
Yes it is a re-imagining of the story
Once upon a time, there lived a girl who wore a red hood. A hood that hid her face and is often seen with it everywhere. She's often called Little Red Ridding Hood or some may call her Little Red since there too lazy to say her full nickname. No ever even calls her by her real name. In fact, I don't know her real name. Who gives a f*&%! Lets get back to the story!
Today is a day where Little Red has to visit her Grandmother by herself. Her mother just thought that she can handle it so she just packed her some food in a basket and let Little Red be off to Grandma's house.
The little girl walk through the deep wood where danger is present. Its was all dark despite the fact that is only daytime. The frog's croak is the only sound that is a melody in these dark woods. Little Red braced herself as she tries to walk onto of a log to pass through a swampy pond.
There were many strange th
Never FoundLives lost in the city,Never Found by SepticSkeptik
Like pennies on the ground,
Left behind for the shadows
Of alleys that drip from streets,
In the stolen hours of the night.
Lives lost on the ground,
Forever to hold the night,
In the insect-paved streets,
That forsake the city
To operate in shadows.
Lives lost in the streets
To mischief of the night,
As lovers dance in the city
Laced with acidic shadows
That tuck them into the ground.
Lives lost in the night,
Like pebbles on the streets,
From that which lurks in shadows
And poisons the ground
Of this two-faced city.
Lives lost in the shadows
From lives plaguing the streets,
Littering pockets of the city
And blanketing the ground,
Whether day or night.
The DancerAs I write this I am waiting for him. I can hear his footsteps getting louder and louder as they come toward me. I am completely alone. I do not know where I am and if there is anyone else out there looking for me. In my hand is a knife, and even I don’t know if I intend to use it on him or myself. Either way, this may be the last thing I ever write.The Dancer by EricAMBM
It began about a week ago, as I slept. I was having the strangest dream I've ever had.
At first it was just tapping, like the steps of a tap dancer. It was a low and quiet noise, so faint I wasn’t certain I had heard anything at all. They came through pitch darkness from a source I could not see. They sounded hollow and distant, far too distant for such a quiet noise to travel, and echoed despite not having anything visible to make them echo.
Stranger still was the rhythm. The steps bounced and clicked like a tap dancers, but seemed to follow no pattern at all. They came in bursts of inhuman speed then paused at random interval
Pressure's On! - Bucky x Anxious! ReaderPressure's On! - Bucky x Anxious! Reader by cassylovespink
This was it. The week that could make or break you.
Your fingers threaded through your [h/c] hair in anxiety. ‘What about I mess up?’ you thought frightened, ‘If I screw up on my finals my grades would be a disaster for sure!’
Unbeknownst to you, Bucky was silently sitting on the couch at the other side of the living room reading a book titled, “Relationships for Dummies”. Generally he would have never picked up such an insulting book but after all the failed attempts to try to ask you out, he eventually caved in and bought the damn book.
However when he heard your distressed sighs he quickly hid the book and went over to you.
“You seem stressed” He spoke in monotone.
Feebly you rose your head from the Pre-Calculus book on the table. “Bucky. I didn’t see you there”
“I was on the couch”
“Oh” Slowly you straightened your position only to immediately freak out,
May the moment lastMay the moment never passMay the moment last by bradly66
As we get along.
Our memories get stronger
As time passes.
The things we share
Will get us there.
In every way
Will show us how to live life.
May we always find solace
In every happy moment
That we share together.
For those are the moments
We treasure the most.
Kat's BackstoryKat's Backstory by hikari-panda
I pressed my fingertips to the warm red liquid that seaped from the corpse of another idiotic pervert. I chuckled at the thought, they never suspect that such a cute and nice girl could be the last thing that their sadistic, sex crazed minds would see.
I turned to face the dark alley wall next to us. I cheerfully scribbled a red "meow" littered with tiny crimson pawprints. The local news stations started calling me the "cat killer", it's really sad actually. Because I don't kill cats, I kill disgusting men. I see them as nothing but perverts, who desire nothing more than sex and one night stands.
Why is this? What could have made such a normal, and sweet girl hate men so much? I wasn't always a man hating teenager, so what made me snap?
It was about three years ago, I had just moved to a town that was closer to my school, I was 17 and I had always lived a pretty sheltered life. That all changed the day I met him.
He was fairly good lo
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