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Suicide CircusI knew the hooded figure was watching me, even if I couldn’t see his face from the shadow of the cowl. His cloak hid his true body from me, only his white gloved hands visible. The material of the cloth seemed to be velvet as it shone and danced under the paleness of the moon. He was shorter than me maybe by only a little bit, that I could see even from our distance, yet still made me shiver as he stood there, silent, just watching.

“I don’t think I should be here,” I mumbled under his invisible yet watchful gaze. He made no motion or acknowledgement of my words, just stood in front of the great golden doors that had

The Mistress's TaleThe trip to Canterbury was one of great advent’a,
Unless, of course, you were a maiden of great dementia.
The roads were filled with squires, nuns, and monks,
And gentlemen who thrived in the game of hunts.

Upon this road was one that strode in the back,
She was ridden upon a horse, mane of white, fur of black.
Upon the woman’s crown
Was a top hat, large and round.

The countenance she bore was one of mystery,
And her voice was one that could entrance a flee.
The Mistress, she was called
If you thought it scandalous, she would be appalled.

No, the name itself meant great estate owner,
One with servants and plenty of money for do

SON PRIMOS ??? CAP 1SON PRIMOS ??? CAP 1
mi vida cmbio mucho desde ace una semana , bueno , les contare que paso...
una mañana , como todas , mis 3 casi primos , phineas , marck , y arthur , el hermanastro de phineas , ferb , y un "amigo" , bruno y yo , nos levantamos muy temprano , para acer un nuevo invento
phineas : creo que este proyecto sera muy largo
marck : aggggg , bueno , espero que no tanto
arthur : *mira picaramente a marck*
marck : que ?
vicente : que intentaras acer ahora ???
marck : nada :D
bruno : ok
vicnete : *suena el celular y contesta* hola
¿? : vicente???
vicente : migel ?
migel : vicente , puedes venir por mi ???
vicente : par

Death. Dying. What a pleasant story, right? I could go on, and on about death, but, you would die before I finished (the pun, yes, I know.) so I'm going to make it quick.
How I got to be like this is a long story. Basically, all my life, I've been "special," and people have been hunting me. Well, they got me. In the year 3002, they can kill you painlessly and slowly. That is what is happening right now. My body is shutting down.
What it feels like...boy, this...this is the longest part. "The light at the end of the tunnel," you know, that phrase? It's actually pretty accurate. With my eyes closed, and no last words to utter,

Remember“Take your medicine.”

John smiled gratefully at his wife, offering his palm. “Thank you. I almost forgot. It’s good to have someone around when you’re nuts.”

His wife sat herself next to him. “John… do you remember?”

“Do I remember?”

A smiled graced her face. “Do you remember us? Can you remember, John? Can you remember us before this happened?”

“May, you know I can’t remember anything past-“

“Try. Please try to remember. For me? Try, John. I know you can.”

Do you remember us?

“Excuse me.”

The young man looked up

Salvation“How many did you want again?”

“Thirty. You have it right.” The man dressed in white doused out his cigar. He picked up the thirty packs of white powder from the table and placed them in his pocket.

“You ain’t gonna weigh them?” asked the bald, short, and chunky man standing beside him.

The other man smiled and patted the baldman on the back. “There isn’t any reason for you to double cross me, is there?” The bald man shook his head.

“No, of course not. But there is one problem- you talk too much.” The man in the white suit pulled out his revolver and placed a bullet b

FrUk ~ Pain No More ~ DrabbleWhy? Every time that damn frog enters the room, I get lost in his beautiful hair, clear sky-blue eyes, NO! What am I thinking?!? Gah, I just don't know anymore.

America says I mad, I think so to, how could I forget centuries of war and loss.

So, now I stand here, alone, like always, on top of London bridge. Can nations die? Maybe not physically. But mentally. The water of the river Thames. So clear. So, so....

And now I'm falling. Falling without a care in the world. Will anyone miss me? I doubt it. Would the world be more peaceful?

I feel pain, but pain no more...

DoorA dark concrete room, with a solid door completely closed. There is a young girl locked out from the world, wondering if the darkness will end and maybe she'll see sunlight. That she will be able to see her family again, and to be free from this endless torture of loneliness.
She doesn't know how she got here, doesn't know when, doesn't know where she is, but all she knows is that she is Here. Here, the endless darkness. Here, the everlasting torture from freedom. Anything is better than Here.
The door, wide and enormously tall, keeps her away from the ones she love. No one has found her yet, but she knows she won't be free from this Hell for years to come.
Her Hell had an edgy look to it, being in a place away from civilization. The walls and ceiling pitch black, a small tuft pillow under her head, her body on a creaking old bed. All necessities given at the end of the day, each with a scary, snarling male voice on the other end, promising to make her life miserable until the da

Soul's Escape Chapter 1CHAPTER ONE

“Have a seat, Valerie.” The silhouette instructed.
Valerie did as she was told and sat at the little folding chair that was placed in front of the desk. She could barely see anything. The lamps on the desk were too bright and shining right into her face. Valerie kept her eyes forward, but squinted.
“Are you ready to tell me what happened?” The silhouette asked.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.”
“Good. Start from the beginning.”
Valerie sighed and leaned her head on her palm. “Okay, it all started with a letter we all got in the mail. The letter said that we had won an all-expen

Soul's Escape Chapter 4CHAPTER FOUR

When Burgundy’s execution was finished, it was about 2:30 in the morning. Needless to say, everybody was tired and left to go to bed. Even though everybody had just watched a young woman die, they didn’t feel the least bit fazed. They were getting used to watching people die at this point.
At about 10:00 or 11:00 everybody was awake again. Everybody was going about their day in the resort when another announcement came on.
“Hello, everyone! I hope you all had a good night’s rest. I forgot to mention something that I believe is important. The student you are supposed to kill has an assistant that does some

Positively GlowingDown in a daisy-strewn valley in the middle of nowhere, lay a humble town with humble people and quite humble houses. The weather was nice and the townsfolk even nicer; they’d give their life for a stranger in need. At the same time every day, darkness was drawn over this quaint little town, with men and women alike turning in to rest their sleepy little heads. Not a sound was heard in the middle of the night; the wind was calm and even the mice had curled up to bed. But there was always one light on at the end of the block, a blinding beacon to all who dared to look out at the foreboding sight.

It was an unearthly glow, like one strai

Twin BladeSienna felt like she was melting on the couch from absolute boredom that morning. Summer vacation had just begun and she didn’t have anything to do. The summer heat made it feel impossible to go outside at all, and there was nothing to do inside but lay in the cool refreshing air condition all day. “What should we do Zelds?”

Hmm, I don’t know. Talk maybe? Zelda responded inside her head.

There were a few moments of silence before Sienna sprung up into a sitting position, “Can I tell you a secret?”

Of course, besides I can’t tell anyone. They both giggled at the thought. Zelda was after all just

Senses, Chapter 1, Page 1Eyes
The young she-cat stretched her back in pleasure of the sunlight. She flicked one ear absentmindedly and found what she was looking for. A silver tom was strolling across the camp's rough rock floor.
"Silverpaw," The she-cat padded over. "Whiterain's taking me out for hunting, he wants to know if you and Sparrowfeather want to go, too."
"I suppose," Silverpaw mewed, he flicked an ear. "I'll go ask. He's probably still sleeping." The she-cat's eyes glowed with happiness momentarily. Silverpaw bounded across the stone floor of the ravine to a hollow toward the front of the camp's entrance. The hollow was shallow, but covered with brambles. The cats had weaved leaves and grass to the top to keep out rain. Silverpaw slipped in. Within a few heartbeats, he had returned with a broad shouldered tabby tom. His green eyes were tired and bleary. After them came a white tom with blue eyes.
"Mrrr, I c

25. OldWhen I was younger, I used to watch one of my elderly neighbors when her children would go out of town or couldn't find the time to check on her. I never understood why they sometimes gave me terrible excuses for their absences because she was very easy to manage. She didn't talk very much, and when she did, it was mostly to comment on the weather or how lovely the birds sounded or she needed help with something. It was always a pleasure to look after her and I never declined when they asked, but as the years went on, the requests became more frequent.

I never had any meaningful conversations with her, I didn't even know her name, but I alwa

Another Innocent Soul, LostDarkness of Eternity:
Chapter Eight: Another Innocent Soul, Lost
Rosa cried and cried; rain began to fall, putting Melati's burning body to a still, burnt state.
"P-Please," Melati's childlike voice was back, "just try to understand... The demon within me was starving... And because there were no babies in near sight, it went after the first scent of blood. When you become a vile creature like me, you're practically possessed. I truly did want to help." She laid there, now feeling like the worst trash ever. "Kill me." Rosa was in somewhat shock of these words as she slowly wiped her tears away (even though it didn't matter). "It's the only way I can sleep in peace; even if I don't have an afterlife. I'd rather have my soul disappear than ruin the lives of anyone anymore."
"W-What?" Rosa was still wiping away tears, in shock of Melati's attitude.
"Just create that fire sword of yours and," Melati moved a limb and cried in pain from the burns, "just

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ONCE 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.
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MERRY CHRISTMAS ALL YOU IDIOTS! I LOVE YOU ALL. >:U

~wolfofashland Dec 28, 2011 Student Traditional Artist

I gave birth to Manfred.

~canada-rose Dec 28, 2011

No. Manfred gave birth to you. (Or.. I don't know maybe you did... hard to tell with Cabbage plants...)

~wolfofashland Dec 30, 2011 Student Traditional Artist

ARE YOU SURE MANFREDS A WOMEN?

Cause' i checked.

And i say otherwise.

~canada-rose Jan 2, 2012

-_-'
I don't know.

~Cisee Dec 27, 2011 Hobbyist Digital Artist

i loved the
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~canada-rose Dec 28, 2011

Glad ye liked it~

~Cisee Dec 28, 2011 Hobbyist Digital Artist

~InTheDeepEnd Dec 26, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

BEST STORY EVAR.

!epixthefailkid Dec 26, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

THAT.
THAT WAS THE BEST THING I'VE READ ALL YEAR.

Oh my gignit...me and Ana started a crackfic somewhat like this. It was inappropriate. And Japan had a jetpack.
But is was Prussia-level awesome.

~canada-rose Dec 26, 2011

so sweet, i wish i could read that...

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