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Hatred. Raw, burning, hatred. People who felt this knew how hard it was to take it, without it rubbing off on them. It creates a pure longing for the shelter of darkness. For people who feel the hatred of family members, despite they're saying that they loved them. It felt like a betrayal. It makes people do things most people would find horrible. But its just people trying to find an escape.
She knew more then most that people who felt hatred just want to rebel and do want they wanted. All she wanted to do was go to parties with friends and leave her house to do as she wished. But she was fifteen and constantly felt the burning hatred of her parents and siblings. She just wanted to cry herself to sleep and never wake up.
She often cut her arms to keep herself from losing her mind. I know what your thinking, poor girl, she should listen to her parent's, what's she thinking, shes disgusting yadda yadda. I know. But hatred can warp a person.
Pride. It kills. It makes people do things they normally wouldn't. It makes them hard people to understand and know. It makes people stuck up, unbelievable. And most of all. Cold.
She knew that more then most people. She was a very proud girl, fourteen years old and already she was the least trusted member in her nieghborhood. All because she got into to many fights, ws to pridefull, and didn't take criticizm well.
She took hurtful words everyday from her enemies, friends and even her siblings. She just felt broken, but her pride wouldn't let her take anything, from anyone without returning the favor.
She sighed and turned from the magnificent view of the Colorado mountains. She walked back towards her house through the forest. She hurt. Mentally, she felt drained. Like coldness, hurt and rage was all that was left within her. She couldn't take much more. She wished her pride would release her.
So very much...
Twilight stood in the tree that hung over her camp. Her silver toed paws itched to run down and slaughter the cat she called leader.
The Black cat narrowed her eyes. She could do it to. She was Deputy, no cat would believe a deaf medicene cat. The cat she had looked up to and called Leader for so long had LIED. The old tabby that was slowly dieing in his den had lied to her all her life. She had always beieved she was Clan born, a loyal she-cat. A proud warrior of Thunderclan. But NO, she was the kit of a rogue. A rogue that still lived and whose son would be crueler than any cat in the twoleg place.
TwilightShade. Thaat was the black and silver toed she-cats warrior name. Her mother had named her Twilight. And her Leader TwoStar had taken pity on the starving rogue in the middle of Leaf-Fall, he took a kit that hadn't even opened it's eyes and brought it to another. The cat she had claimed was her mother for so long was SpottedWing. She was a beautiful white cat with grey spots dottin
TrustIt is said that the most heavenly wind. It that, which blows between.
A horses ears. I believe it. Any girl who has ridden a horse.
Will believe it. In the mornings. I wake up to the smell of horses.
Still in my nostrils from the dreams. And I can't help but smile.
When you've been around horses. Almost all you're life.
You can't help but think that horses have become apart of you.
As if it was some vital part of you're body. Like you're lungs.
Or you're heart. If you take horses away. You basicilly die.
When you're around horses. You feel as if nothing can stop you.
When you're riding through a jumping course. Or flying.
Through the tree's of a cross country course.
Or exicuting the correct movements of dressage.
You feel the bond with the horse beneath you. Strengthen.
The horse understands what you ask. And does so. Without question.
When you're heading to a competetion. And you're laughing and.
Sharing stories with you're friends. While riding with the horses.
The horses understand
Time Slows"Steady. Whatch for the jump....
Now!" Feeling the powerful animal under you.
Surge with strength as it makes the jump.
The feeling of time slowing as the critical
Moment passes over. No falts.
Turn leap. Four falts.
"That's okay. Come on we can make it"
Soothing the horse under you as it nickers
in frustration. Turn speed up.
"No!" Warning the black being as it heads towards
The wrong jump. It swerves akwardly. But you make the right jump.
The surge of pride as you and you're horse. Leap over the final fence.
Time slows again. Hoping beyond hope. That there won't be any falts.
You clear it. Gently slowing the cantering horse down.
Raising the hand holding the crop up high in victory. As the judge
Announces the time. Hearing you're team mates cheer as the horse rears up.
Patting the gentle giant with pride as you head to the stables.
Brushing the horse down with pride until his coat gleams in the dim light.
Taking pictures with you're mom and friends to remeber the great times.
The thrill of the leap
ask it too.
you had made.
It's the trust.
That you Share.
When it seems
The two of
you make it
Even though it seems that horses don't understand.
It's more then just the competition
The Spill of '14Velvet quickly served her friends beverages and pastries that she had just recently baked specifically for this time they spent with each other.
Amongst the table, there was Icee, Ali, Luna, and a new guest named Supah, whom Icee had found a while ago and discovered that he was a cyborg. After a bit of introduction and backstory with everyone, there was no longer a gap of awkward silence and questions.
Now they shared a table with snacks and drinks.
"Can you drink, Supah? Or eat?" Velvet asked as she laid down a tray of pastries for any of those who wanted seconds. Ali was the first to reach for the cookies and cupcakes, and Luna slapped her hand away, seeing that Ali still had a plate full of them.
Supah shook his head. "Unfortunately, no. But I guess it's a good thing. I don't have to feed and water myself everyday." he replied.
Velvet nodded. "It is a bit of a plus..." she agreed as she took the plate and glass of water away from him.
"But he won't ever be able to experience t
Reader x KnB: Holiday job Kagami's ending
Author's note: Here is the first ending with Kagami. And yeah, I know it's been already two weeks since I last uploaded a chapter, but I just started eleventh grade at school and it's really exhausting.
f/n = first name
l/n = last name
e/c = eye color
h/c = hair color
f/c = favourite color
“Whaaaat!?“, say both look at me like I’m crazy.
“Are we talking about the same Bakagami? The idiotic giant fool?”, Riko asks.
“Yeah. Is there a problem?”
Momoi asks “What do you love about him?”
All I can think of are this funny moments I had with him the last days.
“He made me laugh and that’s all a good boyfriend should do” And I smile at them and they realize how much I’m in love with Kagami. Then Riko and Momoi look at each other and take a decision.
“(_f/n_), we will help you. Kagami is so dense, he will not understand it the normal way. So we have to make good plan.”
Halloween Prelude: Mothman vs. Jersey Devil
???: Cryptids. These creatures have haunted our world and minds for countless years. Though their existence has yet to be proven, they have proven to be popular enough to be cemented in modern culture and caused many to spend their lives dedicated to proving they truly exist.
???: And in this fight, we're pitting two flying monsters famous for making the Northeastern and Southeastern U.S. the worst places to spend your vacation at!
???: The Jersey Devil, flying terror of the Pine Barrens!
???: And the Mothman, an exterminator's worst nightmare out of West Virginia!
???: Our benefactors, Madness Abe and Insanus Abe, will be out for this month and we've been hired to take their places for the time being.
Our hosts: Raziel and Abridged!Alucard
Raziel: I am the wraith Raziel and accompanying me is the Hellsing Organization's top agent, Alucard, and together we'll analyze each fighter's weapons, armor, and skills to find out who would win a Death Battle.
A thousand years of Sonic 36A thousand years of Sonic 36
Silver was searching in Alice's library, he picked out a book and opened it. "What are you doing?!" Fleetway face pop out of the book, "AHHH!" Silver slammed the book shut. Silver grabbed his chest he thought he was going to have a heart attack, "Fleetway!" Silver yelled he was mad. He walked down stairs and he didn't saw Fleetway he looked from side to side. "Fleetway?!" Silver called he started to walk and bumped into a refrigerator, "A refri- what is this idiot up to?" Silver asked. "I have become a refrigerator... I hope this story wins a Oscar" said the fridge as he talked by opening the bottom door. "What?! Fleetway?" Silver asked confused of the talking fridge, "No it's El Pendejo, yes it's me" said Fleetway. "Why are you a refrigerator?" Silver asked to know the story, "Well I was searching for the spells in my book an it turned out that some of my spells work better
Profile Zoe JacksonOC PROFILE (Percy Jackson, next generation)
Name: Zoë Ariel Jackson
Nicknames: Zow, Starfish
Birthdate: December 18th (Sagittarius)
Hometown: New York
Years at Camp: 6 (since age 12)
Godly blood: Poseidon blood
Family: - Althea Lockwood (mother, daughter of Demeter)
- Percy Jackson (father, son of Poseidon)
- Rowen Jackson (younger brother, 2 years younger, Demeter blood)
- River Jackson (younger brother, 4 years younger, Poseidon blood)
- Sfea Jackson (younger sister, 6 years younger, Demeter blood)
- Demeter, goddess of grain and nature (maternal grandmother)
- Rowen Lockwood (maternal grandfather, deceased)
- Sally Jackson (paternal grandmother)
El origen de las piedras del destino
Molly dice: Hola a todos
la historia que les voy a contar transcurrió hace mucho tiempo
una de las cosas que la gente sin magia no sabe es que muchas cosas
de el mundo normal fueron obra de seres desconocidos
me llamo molly y les explicare el origen de las piedras del destino
mucho tiempo hace ya cuando en la hermosa parís recién florecía
la famosa catedral de notre dame fue construida como otro fruto del renacimiento
Un mago muy poderoso que llevaba una vida tranquila y había ayudado a construir la catedral de notre dame
en un principio solo pretendía usar sellos en roca
conjuros pequeños que quería que lograran que toda persona que entrara en esta hermosa obra de la era gótica
expulsara un poco de sus males y se purificara el alma reflejandoce en los hermosos mosaicos de la catedral
un pequeño hechizo pero probocaria algo serio
No se si creas en el demonio pero si existe Dios temo que también existe el
El Demonio estaba molesto y
Super Soldier X Reader (part 12)You'd cried yourself to sleep and woke up the next morning looking and feeling a troll. Your hair was tangled and puffy, sticking out at odd angles, and your eyes had enormous dark circles underneath.
As your were trying your best to clean up the mess, Bruce came in and smiled warmly at you. You blushed deeply and smiled back.
"You're ready to go home." He said, tapping a finger on his clip board, then politely asked, "Ruff night?"
Undoing a heavily twisted knot in your hair, you said, "That bad, huh?"
He chuckled. "I've seen worse."
"Are you just saying that to make me feel better?"
He smirked. "Did it make you feel better?"
You got out of the hospital bed and began pulling on some pants. "Any new reports this morning?"
"Just one. But Nick wouldn't tell me what it was. As soon as you get back to headquarters he wants to have a word with you." He caught the look of worry spread across your features and clapped a hand encouragingly on your shoulder. "Don't stress o
Creepypasta the Fighters: Steven and Miki
Bio: In-between the timelines of Gen. 0 and Red's story/Ash's story, there was a trainer named Steven. He was dressed in the recognizable G1 outfit Red wore, but he had long, black hair as well as a smug look on his face. He and his brother Mike were on the basic objective in the Pokémon universe: be the very best like no one ever was. Steven was the idol of Red, and was the talk of the region. He was even the boyfriend of Blue's older sister Daisy. Rather than be given an objective to record the data of all 151 Pokémon with a Pokédex to prove it, he was given it out of kindness. He blew through the competition on his way to achieve his basic goal. At the end of it, he gave up after a tragic accident.
Powers/Weapons: Steven carries along his Charizard nicknamed Miki. She's a veritable powerhouse who wasn't able to be easily weakened by attacks in the categories of the Achilles' heels of fire-type Pokémon and could do more damage than an average Charizard. With her a
Friends Episode 5: Let's Be Cops
Reggie has his hands on the steering wheel of the police cruiser with Zach sitting in the passenger seat. “Hey, since you’re my new partner, how bout I tell you my story?”
Zach turns to him. “Sure, I’d love to hear how you managed to become a cop.”
“Well,” Reggie begins, staring through the windshield. “When I was an Elgyem, I was inspired to become an officer from witnessing so many arrests on television. After I evolved, I signed up for the academy and passed. Too bad my old friends from my home planet won’t be seeing me for what I do.”
Zach clenches one eye. “Why, don’t you think they’ll visit?”
“Because I was sentenced to exile from my home planet, I almost died in the wild because I didn’t know how to survive. Then I met her, the most beautiful Audino I’d ever seen. I’ll never forget her. Mimi and her friends made sure I received enough medical attention and helped me
The Way of Life chp.6
NightKit sat rather calmly in her seat before TearStar. As her brother and sister danced in they're seats brimming with excitment. She scowled.
'WinterFall is gone and they act like nothing has happened. SpiritWind has moved on. Am I the only one here with feelings?' she thought as her attention set on TearStar.
Her sister was proclaimed MoonPaw and given SparrowClaw as a mentor. NightKit snorted. A light hearted yet quick warrior. She was known as a wonderfull huntress. But when it came to battles she merely gave the offending cat light scratches before scareing it away or moving on. She would suit MoonPaw.
Next was TimeKit his little golden pelt was puffed out in pride. NightKit narrowed her eyes as SharpLight was called out and the broad warrior approached proudly. NightKit let out a huff. SharpLight was known as the the second strongest warrior in the clan and had only lost one fight. The only other cat she would approve of being her mentor was....
"NightKit!" TearStar meowed. Nigh
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