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2 January Chapter 7Cold. It hadn’t warmed outside a single degree since my last walk outside. I listened to the snow crunching under my boots as a way of clearing my mind and trying to calm down enough to finish the work I hadn’t finished the day before. This was the first thing I had done after waking up and preparing for the day. I couldn’t face Sandree in that condition, or anyone else. I tried to not think about anything to prevent my thoughts from wandering back to Sandree and that dream. It had worked for a while, but I’ve always been inside my mind, constantly thinking. It had always been my escape, but now it was betraying me. I had attempted meditation several times during my walk, but I could never stay focused for long.
But my breaking point, the point where I couldn’t fight it anymore, was when I had reached the spot where Sandree had hugged me. I sank to my knees as tears silently streamed down my face, and I realized something: This would never end. I would con
2 January Chapter 6Betrayal. That’s what it felt like. I had no reason for it, but I still felt it. After I had woken up, I pushed through the hangover and went through my routine like it was any other day. I kept my feelings in check the best that I could manage and avoided Sandree as much as I could that day. However, before I knew it, it was already dark outside once again, and I had some reports that Sandree needed to sign before the end of the day. Reluctantly, I made my way to his room. Without thinking, I opened the door without knocking and I saw him sitting up in his bed with his chest exposed, the blanket covering his lower half. With him was Angelika, who had the blanket pulled up to her chin and appeared to be sleeping. He looked up from some of the papers that he was holding upon hearing the door open.
“Rurik?” Sandree questioned. Something inside of me broke. Why are they sleeping in the same bed? Did they…? Why do I care so much if they did? They’re back t
Tell me, who am I? Let me give you some hints. Remember that girl who commit suicide last year? I was the one who whispered into her ear that everyone would be better off without her. When you had depression for several months, I was the one that told you that you were worthless. That panic over the anthrax hoax last month? I was the one that spread the paranoia. That man that killed his own brother just last week, when they were both trapped in a mine? I was the one that told him it was his life or his brother’s. And most importantly: I’m the one that made you cry. I made her cry. I made him cry. I made them cry. When you had a minor argument with your best friend, I convinced you that it was your fault, and that she would never forgive you. I made you angry at everyone. I made everyone angry at you, or at least, made you think that they were. I made you hate them. I made you afraid of every little “mistake” that you made, and convinced you that you were making
2 January Chapter 523:55. There I was again. As I was the night before, too trapped in my thoughts to sleep or want to. After we had gotten back to mansion, Sandree had left to go take care of something, and I went back to my room. The day had gone by too quickly, and it left me with many confusing questions. What was I feeling? Why was I feeling it? If it really was... THAT, then why was I feeling it so suddenly? Perhaps, I was just mistaking one form of that emotion for another. I saw him as a father and I wasn't used to seeing him that way, of course a new emotion would emerge. But why today of all days? The day where I mourn my mother, or at least, what I should have been doing. Just like many times earlier that day, I found myself feeling guilt amongst the confusion, for not using the day to honor my mother's memory.
23:56. I started to wonder if Sandree would come in again. I scolded myself for thinking that. Why would I want that? But still, half of me wanted him to walk in, and half of me hoped t
2 January Chapter 4“Feeling better yet?” Sandree asked, breaking the silence aside from the sound of crunching snow under our boots. After I had gotten my matroyshka doll and headed back to the living room, I hesitated just outside the door. I didn’t know why, I had no reason to, but I did. I couldn’t shake this horrible feeling that I would I would have to endure something terrible if I went in there. I don’t know how long I stood there for, but eventually Sandree opened the door to see me standing there with my head down, snuggling the doll. I must have looked like a small child, and considering that he was there that day, I can’t help but wonder if he had a flashback of some sort from the sight. His smile faded instantly. He put his hand on my shoulder with a concerned expression and asked if I was okay, to which I responded that I was fine and I just needed some fresh air to clear my thoughts. He nodded in understanding and offered to take a walk with me.
2 January Chapter 3“What is the point of this show?!” I shouted angrily at the screen. I just couldn’t believe how idiotic the people on the show were. After Sandree had apologized earlier that day, we decided to attempt to improve our relationship with each other, but it was still my birthday, so I wasn’t ready to leave the house just yet. So instead we decided to just relax in the living room. At some point we turned on the TV since I never seem to watch anything but the news, and I was curious about what shows were airing right now. We landed on some show that I don’t remember the name of, and I remembered why I don’t watch TV. All that I can tell you about it is that there were some strange malevolent creatures involved and the people were fighting over trivial things despite what was going on around them.
“Fine, we’ll find another show.” It appeared as though he wasn’t enjoying it, either. The next show was even worse, though. It had some f
2 January Chapter 2Tired. I was tired. Everyone at the table for breakfast was tired. After Sandree had shouted “Happy Birthday” I had chased him all over the house, effectively waking everyone up. It was obvious even without that information, though, because everyone had bags under their eyes. I can only assume that mine were the worst. After I had finished chasing him it was 0100, and I spent a few more hours pacing and thinking before I finally collapsed on my bed at some time that I can’t remember. Then I woke up at the same time that I usually do, 0500. In any case, I could tell that today was going to be a long day. However, while I was still thinking about that day, something kept plaguing my thoughts: He put his hand on my shoulder to comfort me, but he said it anyway. While I knew that it was ignorant of me, I actually started to think that this year would be a little different. But no, it wasn’t. In fact, it was actually worse, because he took the opportunity
2 January Chapter 123:50, January 1. Just 10 more minutes until the anniversary of that wretched day. The day my father killed my mother, all because she gave me a gift for my birthday. I sighed, feeling both anger and grief at the memory. I sat on my bed, repeatedly looking back and forth between the ceiling, the clock, and the matroyska doll that my mother had given me that day. The room was dimly lit, only the moonlight coming through my window and the digital clock allowed me to see anything. 23:51. 9 more minutes. The memory ran over and over again in my mind. I could still see her face so vividly. The dullness in her eyes, the blood, the tears. I closed my eyes and rested my head on the pillow, but I wasn't going to sleep. I didn't want to. It was then that I heard the door open and the sound of someone walk in and stop just a few feet away from me.
"Hey Rurik?" An older male voice asked in a whisper. I could tell that he was smiling through his tone. It was one that I had become accustomed to: one
Random Written Meme~RULES::
1) Pick 6 characters in any order
2) Don't change the questions
3) Please don't look at the questions while picking characters, it's more fun if you don't!
4) Tag 2-5 people to do the meme (if you want)
5) Have fun!
PICK SIX CHARACTERS::
[Note: These characters are from different stories unless otherwise stated.]
1. "Patches". Patches doesn't have a name, or a gender. The name Patches was given to them by two people they tend to pester a lot. They're very naive and won't know if someone is angry or trying to hurt them unless they are physically attacked. (S)he practically lives on a diet of sugar, and is generally happy-go-lucky. Their appearance is strange, having random patches of different skin colors, and beige hair.
2. Alexa. Alexa is a horror junky living with her hyper roommate Jacky. It's pretty obvious that she's from the south due to her accent, though it isn't the heaviest accent ever. She has a sh
TDAS Re-write episode 2: Evil Dread
Total Drama All-Stars Re-Write episode 2
Re-written and edited by: Joey Turner and Tanya Furness
Chris: (Voice-over as clips from the last episode play) Last time on Total Drama: I welcomed the All-Stars to the newly decontaminated island. Then, it was Heroes VS Villains, diving into shark-infested waters in search of the one key that would unlock the door to the all-new McLean Spa Hotel, for winners only. Thanks to Scott's cowardly fear of sharks, we learned that in every robot beats the heart of a Spaniard. In this case: Alejandro. And, while Alejandro might not hold the key to Heather's heart anymore, he did hold the key to the spa hotel, and victory for the Villainous Vultures. And the Heroic Hamsters bid farewell to Lindsay via, our newest and most humiliating “commode” of transportation, the Flush of Shame. (Cut to Chris and Chef grinning on the Dock of Shame) Who will be next to pop through the pooper? Find out right now, on Total Drama All-Stars!
Sonamy Boom Head Canon! :D (Tumblr)Okay..soo..I now have presented a challenge for myself that I never thought I would never have to face…
This is for cutegirlmayra …also known as my friend, who always makes me squeal and laugh by her Sonamy fan fictions…
And now..IT’S MY TURN…
*TAKES DEEP BREATH* Alright, here we go…
Backstory : Sonic and Amy were doing a mission together, when they get sidetracked by a monster that seemed to be made of water.(Maybe a Boom version of Chaos?) Sonic, of course, was a little skittish about fighting it, since it WAS rather close to a water fall. So, Amy did most of the fighting while Sonic helped out. Sadly, this led to the fight ending with Amy being dragged over the edge of the waterfall with the monster into a huge river. Sonic watched helplessly as they vanished into the mist below…
And now, our scene beg
Growing Around: Jump and Jam (Draft 2)(Episode opens with Timmy and Sally at the breakfast table. Timmy is reading a newspaper, the headline of which reads “Adult Drinking At An All Time High: What You Can Do To Stop It”, a picture of an old man chugging soda pop is shown.
Have you checked Linda and Robert's rooms recently?
Read this. Someone who goes to school with them was caught with soda, and may have been sharing it.
Don't you trust them, though? They're always so well behaved!
I guess you're right.
Lemme see the paper.
(Timmy hands Sally the newspaper, she starts flipping through it extremely fast. Suddenly, she begins waving her arms and celebrating.)
OHMIGOSH! IT'S FINALLY THE DAY!
Timmy (raising an eyebrow.)
Um... What day?
Only North's new CD comes out today! I've only been waiting for it my whole entire life, practically!
Hasn't that band only been around for a couple years, th-
Ohno! It costs 25 Ginomon cards! Where
Belated birthday presentFrankenDoodle
French Narrator: Well, well, what is this? Ah, the artist at sea. Let us watch and see the fruits of her struggle. Ah, it seems that inspiration has struck.
Artist: Hmm...Ah! [Draws some strokes. she hums something. however, she accidently throws her pencil into the air] My pencil! What?
French Narrator: The artist has learned the first lesson of the sea: Always bring a spare pencil.
Artist: FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!! [With loudly sound. cut to the pencil still spinning in the air. cut to the Hall of Heroes, where Canny Tim, Karl Sturngard and Sir Daniel are seen playing "Rock, Paper, Scissors" with bubbles]
Canny Tim: OK…ready, guys?
Karl Sturngard: One...
Sir Daniel: Two...
Canny Tim, Karl Sturngard and Sir Daniel: Three!
Canny Tim: Scissors beats paper, Captain! [Laughs]
Sir Daniel: One...
Canny Tim, Karl Sturngard and Sir Daniel: two...
Sir Daniel: three! Karl, how come you always do paper? [The pencil drops and th
*camera zooms in on Slendy's house*
Jeff: Slendy!!! I need to borrow some cash!
*slendy walks in*
Slendy: no Jeff, the last time I let you borrow money you spent it on 20 pounds of catnip.
Jeff: Samuel needed it! He would've starved!
Slendy: *sigh* Jeff I told you this a million times. Samuel is dead!
Jeff: probably because he starved.
Slendy: He's not even a cat! Samuel is a bird!
Jeff: It wasn't his time. *sniffle*
Slendy: Jeff, if you want money,you gotta get it yourself. Why do you need it anyways?
Jeff: to get the new Amnesia game... and a new bird.
Slendy: I heard there were jobs opening up at the new SCP Foundation. Ben, Eyeless Jack, and Masky are all gonna sign up together. Maybe you can do it, too. If you want.
Jeff: Sounds good. How much will I get paid?
Slendy: I dunno. Why don't you ask the people paying you?
Jeff: but your so much closer. Can't I apply online or something?
Slendy: Jeff that's for college. You didn't pass the fourth grade.
Jeff: fine. But while
Funny Cat Story Part 3So the vet said that I should put the cat on an incredibly strict diet. no more italian food from now on. Then as days go on, I tried to feed the cat something else, yet he refuses to eat anything healthy. All he wants is Italian food. But I made sure to NEVER by any for him just to keep him alive and well. But spoiled as he is, he goes into a rampage. He clawed the chairs, rip the curtains, tore up my papers, even tip the litter box. All that just to get what he wants. So as punishment, I did the worst thing imaginable. I locked him up in the cage and left him to starve, but let a water dish for him.
Somehow, this feels pretty mean to do that just for discipline. So I thought I'd let him out and give him some lasagna as a token of my apology, but only a little bit. Suddenly, I saw the cage totally broken. The cat has escaped. Good thing I spotted a wet trail from the water he spilled. So I followed the trail, and saw the cat, and done the unthinkable, as well as the most tragic thing
Homestuck Parody || Sixteen Going on Seventeen[DAVE]
You wait dorky boy,
on an empty page,
for 'Hus to make an upd8.
You acts silly boy,
are leading me on,
and I will take the bait.
You are sixteen going on seventeen,
Egbert, it's time to think!
be cool and aware,
Egbert, you're on the brink.
You are sixteen going on seventeen,
people will fall in line.
Eager young chicks,
and guys with huge dicks,
will offer you expensive wine!
Totally unprepared are you,
to face a world of women.
Dorky and shy and scared are you,
of things beyond your ken.
You need someone,
older and cooler,
telling you what to do.
I am seventeen going on eighteen,
I'll take care of you.
==> cue the mini gay dance scene
Sing you shit.
I am sixteen going on seventeen,
I know that I'm naive!
Ladies I meet, may tell me I'm sweet,
and willingly I believe.
I am sixteen going on seventeen,
more innocent than Rose.
Xenava academyHey guys carmen here I'm going to start a new series called xenava academy it's a rp academy where the classes are rp starters and any student is welcome and if you would like to be apart of the staff or teacher send me a note I'll add you to the list and as always have fun .
:iconcarmenvoong: carmen,shappheria and firetail
WIIWTH Next Generation: Dorian and Eloise BiersackDorian and Eloise
Andy and I were standing outside our twins' bedroom. It was Dorian and Eloise's fifth birthday and they were in for a real treat. We both snuck into their bedroom, quietly so that we won't wake them up, seeing as they were still sleeping.
"Ready?" Andy whispered.
I nodded. "One...two...three..." And we both began to sing.
"Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday Doran and Eloise
Happy birthday to you"
The kids both woke up and smile upon seeing us. They jumped out of their beds and hugged us.
"Do you want to see what presents you got?" Andy asked.
The kids nodded and went to find their gifts. The first one was from me and Andy.
"Awww we got new cloaks." Eloise smiled in delight.
"Your mom made those." Andy inquired.
"Mummy did you make these?" Dorian asked.
"Of course, I did." I replied smiling.
"Thank you." The kids smiled hugging me and Andy.
The next present they got was from my brother, Dave and Taylor. Dorian got a new leather jacke
Script For 'First Day' Script
Characters: Glenn (Male), Huldra (female), Nick (Male) [Cocky], and background characters
*Glenn and Huldra are standing in the classroom, talking about stuff. Nick is standing close by, but not a part of their conversation.*
Glenn: Ugh, first day of school.
Huldra: I know. It sucks. Can’t wait to be overloaded with homework. (sarcasm)
Glenn: I know. My name’s Glenn. Yours?
Huldra: Huldra. Nice to meet you.
Nick: [Turns around and looks at them.] Whoa, hold on a minute. Did I hear you right? [Laughs a bit, and looks at Huldra.] Your name is Huldra?
Huldra: [A little offended] …Yeah.
Nick: [Bursts out laughing.] Oh my god! Your name is so weird!
Huldra: [Hurt, but hides it behind indifference. Voice shakes a little.] I was named after a creature from Norse mythology.
Nick: [Still laughing.] That’s even weirder! You’re a monster, then?! [Laughs even harder.]
Glenn: [Not am
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