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Remember, you're my safty blanket.Loki sat with his head in his hands, thinking back on all of his mistakes. He could feel tears gathering, he missed home, his adopted mother, and father, hell, he even missed his stupid idiot brother. Loki looked about until he spotted one of the humans near by, the arrow human he believed.
"You!" Loki pointed at him, the human looked up and waited for orders, "Come. Here!" Loki beckoned him with his finger.
The blond walked forward obediently, stepping in front of his master.
"Whats your name?" Loki watched him, a hint of anger and sadness in his voice.
"Clint Barton." he replied eagerly, always willing to please his master.
"Clint, I want you to hug me." Loki held out his arms.
Clint, ever faithful, put his arms around the god, not doing much else but standing awkwardly.
"No no no!" Loki chided, "Like you mean it!"
Clint furrowed his brows, but held his master closer, not sure if he was doing it right anymore.
"No! There's no feeling! Hug me like-" Loki stopped himself from saying hi
I might just live past this yet.You smile and it doesn't reach your eyes.
My words are my disguise.
It's fine,it's okay, if you don't like me that way.
It couldn't possibly take away our friend ship.
Guess we we're more in common then we thought.
It's not like I'll beg you to come back.
You weren't happy.
I refuse to take that.
I want you to smile, so it reaches your eyes.
You can't do that, in my world of lies.
It's taken time, and a river of tears.
But I'll face this fear.
I still love you, I do.
But it can never again be me n' you.
So if my love was ever true, I'll let go of you.
Holding on to what we had, only caused me pain.
It's gone, and left my heart out in the rain.
I only wanted it to last.
But at the risk, it wasn't worth it.
You had your reasons, and I get that.
But it still hurts, those things of the past.
When I close my eyes, I remember those times.
You seemed so happy then, maybe we should have just stayed friends.
Tears still can fall like rain, suffering from impossible pain.
Shot in the heart Ch.7"I'm so glad your alright." Ivan didn't even notice he was crying.
"Where am I?" Ludwig looked about the room weakly.
"Your at the hospital Luddie." Ivan was smiling sorrowfully now, "We all thought you where going to die." He stiffened for a moment before in a whisper so quiet only Ludwig could hear he asked, "Why did you save me?"
Ludwig's eyes drew a blank, as if he had no idea what Ivan was talking about, or he was hopping the Russian would give up and not ask about it again. His lips tilted up ever so slightly at the edges and he reached forward with a trembling finger and wiped a tear away from Ivan's cheek.
"I'm not exactly sure." Ludwig mumbled, his hand fell back onto the bed and he just watched Ivan for a moment, as if in a trance.
"I thought you where going to die." Ivan buried his face in the sheets next to Ludwig's palm, tears stained it with a warmth and brought pangs of sorrow into his eyes, "Please don't leave me Germany."
Ludwig didn't know what to say back, so he just
Side story for :Electiraclly chargedGir kicked his feet over the edge of the dock, smiling widely at the ripples of the tide coming in off the lake. Zim refused to go near the water, telling him he didn't want to be burned by the 'ACIDY LIQUID OF DOOM'. Gir was sad about that, but didn't protest against his master's decision, and went alone. It was a quite April day, bird's where squishing, flowers where glowing radioactively, the sun as just barely shining through the smog clouds from the city they lived in.
Zim glanced up at the cyborg from his book, he smiled at the back of Gir's head. He went back to reading 'Interview with the Mutant KATT', it was interesting, if not a lengthy read. His eyes were silver gray because of his lenses, but it was different from the thick clouds of smog over head. He frowned, earth was a disgusting planet.
Gir stood up and stretched, noticing his master in the nearby tree, he giggled to himself as he went to scale it, teal eyes glinting mischievously, Zim was distracted with his book. Gir
Creativity and KindnessOne day a young girl smiled, picking up a pencil and declaring she would draw the best picture ever made.
Her father laughed at her, thinking it was cute. She was hurt.
Determined to prove him wrong she worked hard on her art, and it became wonderful and detailed.
One day some boys and girls thought it would be funny to crumple her drawings. The pushed her away and destroyed all of her work. She cried and cried.
She only had one piece of paper left, she could never make anything good with it, but she tried. She was so sad, she got her tears all over the paper, until her pencil wore holes in it.
In disgust she crumpled it and threw it away, collapsing onto her desk, head buried in the folds of her arms. It was hopeless.
Soft footsteps came closer.
A hand reached out and picked the crumpled ball of paper up. The sound of it crinkling could be heard from in between her quite sobs.
"Did you draw this?" a small voice asked.
The girl nodded.
"It's really good, I like it." a hand was placed o
TimeIn my dreams there is a boy, who loves me very much.
He tells people lies just so he doesn't have to turn them down.
His eyes are so blue, and his skin is so pale...
When my eyes open, I don't want to wake up.
I want him to hold me forever, and kiss away my fears.
But I can't.
I'm supposed to be an older brother, I have to be strong.
He needs me more then I need my dreams.
He's growing up, and I've almost forgotten the boy in my dreams...
But then one day I get home and I swear he's sitting at our table.
But no, it's not him.
His eyes are the deepest blue, this boys eyes are green.
He smiles at me.
Is it odd that I hate him?
Dirk walks in, and he smirks.
"Yo bro, this is Jake."
Jake, how is it possible to despise someone so much?
The way he just looks and acts like John-
Who is John?
How do I know him?
He must be...
My head hurts, I'll just go to bed.
Jake doesn't leave for a long time.
And the more he's here, the more I realize how alone I am.
I've started to cry at ni
Imaginary Friends Remember when you were little and had "Imaginary friends?" These invisible people that you would talk to and claim as your best friend?
I remember. I use to have this one imaginary friend and he was my best friend. We would talk.. watch tv.. play with my toys, and such.
Thinking back to those memories, I smile a bit. After thinking about it some more.. it started to become weird..
I remember browsing the internet, mostly about the paranormal since I'm kinda obsessed with that stuff, and I remember reading something that said "Kids are more likely to see ghosts then adults or older kids."
Then I started to think.. what if our imaginary friends.. were actually spirits?
Jolly Sailor Bold Her voice was like silk, bouncing off the damp cove walls. The song was hauntingly beautiful, mesmerizing to the ear. The young sailor continued on his way towards her, enchanted by both the song, and the voice. Boots sloshing through the wet sand, the sailor eagerly walked to his true love. His brain was fuzzy and scrambled, but one thing he knew was to walk towards her. It kept pulling him towards it, pulling him to the angel that was singing.
'My heart is pierced by cupid
I disdain o' glittering gold
There’s nothing can console me
But my jolly sailor bold.'
She was sitting atop a large rock, her long, wet, black hair covering most of her exposed back. Her skin was fair, giving her an already haunting look to her. Before the sailor could react, he caught a glimpse of shimmering gold and green beneath the water. He let out a content sigh, watching as her body moved in water. She paused, making the sailor snap out of the trance her song kept him in. Turning slowly, she smi
Advantage of being tinyYou were always felt out of place because to you your family are giants but on day you decided to take a vantage out of it it can be any family member u want .
18+ is allowed and no killing my oc
'I Was in Love'Her rich blonde hair, brushed with dark auburn stripes, captivated me. It captivated me. But not as much as the way she caressed her glass, full of whiskey and wit. Head shaven in at one side, letting the light hit her left side beautifully, I smiled.
The mysterious womans' blue eyes shimmered, the dull lights which illuminated the room poorly seemed like God's rays descending from above. My spine began to tingle, and whether it was influenced by the drink or not, I was in love.
Tattoo's cascading down both her arms, the skulls and roses and other rugged things hugged her thin but muscular arms so tightly. Her tattoos seemed to be a shell, because her laugh was like one of an innocent little girl. The bartender, Bradley. had her laughing at all the right times, kept her smiling, and kept the drink flowing to my unfortunate temper.
If only I weren't the scruffy mess in the corner. If only I weren't the unshaven, stubbly, grubby man that my father always knew I was going to be. If only m
No Remorse'Welcome home,' the guard smirks as he pushes me inside and seals the door. These concrete walls exist for my solitary confinement. No contact. No escape.
The air is stiff. Like the time I'd been to visit my Great Aunt in the nursing home, many years ago. The smell of dust and decay that had tinted every inhale then, would be like fresh air to my lungs now.
A small slit in the wall near the ceiling allows only a sample of sunlight to stretch into my presence. Even when I jump, I can not touch the rays with outstretched hands.
In the summer these walls drip with sweat, and perspiration clings to my torn clothes and flimsy blanket. In the winter these walls pierce me with an icy touch any time I dare to move, the cold confines me closer than my 4x4 square.
I killed him. That's why I am here. The lonely tune of a bird calls from outside. I whistle an answer to my friend as his small body blocks the light from my cell.
If I could go back, I'd do it again. Tiny feathers fall like snow onto
Movie Night - Relativity Episode 31 "Sara, hurry up. We're going to be late."
Yule appeared from his study and approached the chef. "I didn't know you were here."
Greg gave a half-sigh. "Sara left her sweater here the other night and insisted we pick it up."
"I can't find it." The redhead appeared at the top of the stairs and made her way down. "I'm sorry. I get so cold all the time. You'd think after nearly dying in that hot coal mine, I'd want it cold, but it's the opposite."
"You've become hypersensitive to the temperature," her father explained. "It should pass over time."
Michael had been reading a book, over by the window. He rose and headed over. "Where are you guys headed? Somewhere fun?"
"We're going to Ray and Mel's to hang out and watch movies, do the couples thing."
"Oh," he said, disappointment in his voice.
Greg felt bad. "You know, I'm sure they w
Decsending "You know what? Try telling me something that I haven't heard already from that slimy mouth of yours, that actually makes a lick of sense! I am bone dry tired of listening to your excuses. Just get out!" Maya yelled at him, completely furious with his ignorant attitude. Of course, Mark didn't do anything to deserve this wrath brought upon him, but it was the up-tenth time that he had come for more money and a place to stay, looking like crap. He always came to her looking like a wounded animal, but she was tired of spending her pity on him.
Mark just looked at her open mouthed, as if he was trying to actually comprehend what was happening to him, and how to respond. Like that ever happened before. She looked at her broom, since she had been eyeing it earlier as a third arm to maneuver the beast out her door and onto the curb where he belonged. She was overwhelmed with everything in her life right now, and
MGM Gate -1 (part 14)
Evelyn copied information off their ID's then handed it back to them. There was only one thing left. Lucas handed Godlwing's private number to Evelyn. She placed it on top of the rest of the papers.
After the officers left, Lucas walked around the zoo. He came across a partially shut door. When he opened it he saw camera equipment. He had a curious look on his face. He didn't know what it was there for, or even how it got there. He just closed the door in a cold shoulder manner. Lucas then walked over to Hanz Patrick and Maxi standing at the entrance gate. "Do y'all know, how that camera equipment got into the back closet, to the left of the black lions exhibit?"
"I don't know," Maxi said.
"That door was locked!" Hanz shouted.
Patrick shut the power. All the bulbs on the chandeliers blew out, like candles, only without the occurring smoke. They had left the zoo the way they found it, animal-less.
Meanwhile, spotters were watching over the city from several rooftops. Everyone of the pub
Apocalypse Part II quickly tucked in my loose shoe lace and sprinted towards the back of town near the fields alongside the graffiti wall. I was right. I saw them emerging from the ground, escaping their cells. We thought we had captured them, locked away forever. But it wasn’t enough. They had escaped. The Zombie Apocalypse was upon us, again. I looked back and saw others beginning to notice what was happening. An alarm rang out across the town and the zombies arose, heading for my town. A small military force jogged by me and began to set up perimeters around the back streets. “Get into town!” one of the guards commanded me. So I quickly jogged back to the nearest town house. I took a deep breath and squeezed my way between the building and the fence towards the inner city centre – this was a path I took last apocalypse in order to keep my visibility to a minimum, hardly anyone can see you here. As I made my way through the tight alleyway I noticed that the day had became unus
SPECIAL COOKIESONCE UPON A TIME THERE WHERE A SPECIAL COOKIE NAMED GORGIO AND HE HAD A STUPID TUMOR. HE HAD SIX MONTHS TO LIVE.
HIS OLDER BROTHER HAD A SEXY GIRLFRIEND, AND GORGIO HIT ON HER ALL THE TIME. ACTUALLY HIS OLDER BROTHER WAS DATING A PLANT. A CABBAGE PLANT. HER NAME WAS MANFRED. MANFRED PEPPER SPRAYED HIM IN THE ASS.
ON CHRISTMAS HE RAN AROUND IN CIRCLES UNTIL HE FELL OF A CLIFF. THEY DIDN'T EVEN TRY TO SAFE THAT LITTLE MOFO.
THEN HE DIED THE END.
I SAID THE FUCKING END! GET OUT OF MY ROOM! iohgfrihrih uiobgefsndfkjnboierughuvjnjbsuhfdighdfrbsndfuoghserfnubnufhspdfiuhjckxnvofihgesiuhndfkjlcn.
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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