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This is LoveThis was love.
This was what my childhood dreamed of; being whisked away by a handsome prince while riding on the back of a white steed. The sky glistened deep sunset hues. The air around us seemed to sparkle as we shared our first kiss.
There was no horse, but I was taken away by some force that wasn't there before. The sky may not have glistened, but my heart did. The air lacks sparkle, but I can see it in my eyes every time I utter his name.
So this is love.
This is love.
Tink and the SHINee Lost Boys [extra special]"I'm proud of you guys. Don't give up yet. We still have a couple more schedules before the day's over," Onew told the group, patting each member on the back as they headed towards their car.
"Ughh, I'm so frickin' tired," Key whined, waving a hand as he climbed in and leaned the car chair back.
"Wait until we all get in," Jonghyun told diva Key, poking at the back of his head and earning a glare from having the puppy even think about touching his hair. Nonetheless, the diva pulled the chair back up so that everyone could safely get inside.
"What do we have left?" Minho asked.
"One live performance and an interview," Onew replied.
Taemin was the last to get in. The maknae looked the most tired out of everyone. He tried to turn things around and have an uplifted look upon everything that day, but... it was tough. They had been up since the wee hours of the morning and it was already almost evening. More than likely, they'd be working into the night. This was the life of an idol. It was
Fooled Me Once, Fooled Me TwiceYou fooled me once, you fooled me twice.
Now all I have is an empty abyss.
Where do I go from here, when all I want to do is hide?
I miss the happy days...
Sunshine and rainbow and bliss.
Perfection at its finest.
Weren't we happy?
Weren't we always happy?
You fooled me once, you fooled me twice.
But don't worry, I'll be fine.
One day, this dark abyss will blossom
into the brightest star once more.
My smile will be the most killer one
anyone will ever see.
But, until then, let my rivers flow.
Let my heart ache.
And please, in the end, let my confusion ease...
For you have fooled me once, and twice,
and now I'm on empty.
Snipped MarionetteCold. Empty. Broken.
Just a marionette freshly snipped away from her strings.
What's this? Doesn't the sky have any sympathy to spare?
Each chilling drop all but absorbs through her flesh. The torn, filthy clothes cry, "No more! I cannot take in any more water! Please don't make me appear to be so dense, so obese; a boulder. Any more weight, and my owner may be crushed."
Though she begs for warmth, all received is the feeble, dropping body heat her fetal position possesses.
Her heart is far too gone.
[re-upload] 16 -- SHINee Lost BoysTaemin was shocked that SHINee was getting a break! Lately, even during the holidays, they had to constantly work. It was a sad truth that SM was pretty well-known for being a bit overworking. The rumors of the harsh treatment to the idols must have finally gotten to the management. Not only did they get Christmas off, but three whole days! No concerts, variety shows, or commercials... nothing. The only thing they were requested to do was one Christmas special for SHINee Chefs before taking off to Japan, but how hard was that? He'd still get to see Lee Lee!
His heart throbbed, causing a delighted smile to naturally come across his face. Tink... SHINee had finally completed the process of making her their personal chef. That way, she could travel with them and make them her delicious food all the time. It would also be a way for her to make money after SHINee Chefs was through... Taemin constantly offered to give her money to help her out later on, but she refused. Now that hanging out
18 -- SHINee Lost BoysThey were finally alone. Taemin, being the sneaky boy he was, figured out a time where everyone would be busy. He was lucky that his Koala Kid promotions had ended early. After being dazed by the flashing lights and numerous shouted questions, the staff decided to cut things early for the actors. At word of it being over, he called Marilyn right away and asked if she wanted to spend some time with him back at the apartment. For some reason, she hadn't been too keen on him being over at her place lately... not that he minded. As long as he got to spend some time with her, that's all he needed.
Having the apartment empty for once was a relief. Lately, it was rare for him to be alone from the others. They even went to the Koala Kid premier with him and came home with him right after. He appreciated their support and loved the guys to death, but everyone needed breathing space.
...Except he didn't want space from Lee Lee. Seeing her skip over to the car brought a certain warmth to his hear
Creepypasta x Depressed!Reader - ZombieI frown looking at the small red droplets covering the bottom of the bathtub. Hearing three louds knocks on the bathroom door makes me look up from my wrist. I didn’t even hear him coming down the hall. Who am I kidding, I never hear him when it most matters.
But I hear the now, going back to the living room. I hesitate for a moment, cleaning up the tub and pulling my sleeves over the soon-to-be scars. I exit out of the bathroom, cigarette smoke instantly filling my lungs, making me want to tear my skin off and cough so bad that it makes throat ache. But I can’t. He is already standing there, eyes narrowed, making his face look much older than it actually should. I walk up slowly, aggravating him more.
He probably wouldn’t have been this angry if Vanilla was here.
She had left a few weeks ago, all while killing our mother. She was just abusive as our father, maybe worse. The police were called before she could get to our d
Eren Yeager x Reader One-Shot: His Hero
Being forced into training after being attacked by the Colossal Titan has caused all Hell to be released into Wall Maria and threatens all inhabitants of Wall Rose. It's only been two years since you, Eren, Mikasa, and Armin were pushed in the Trainee Corps. Just being there the first day was harsh enough to drive people to their limits, sending them back into the fields to work hard labor. The sincere intimidation from Keith Shadis had shown the wretched truth as to why some people had signed up in the Trainee Corps in the first place. It made you sick to see that people joined only to live in the luxury of the Military Police Brigade where none of them had to face the horrific creatures known as Titans. You, on the other hand, were planning to join the Survey Corps where you would be serving a purpose; whether it meant you would lose your life the next day.
"WHAT'S YOUR NAME, MAGGOT?!" Keith continued on with intimidating the Trainees as he w
UnableEmily leapt out of the car as soon as it was stopped and her fidgety hands could undo the seat belt, she excitedly ran straight over the lush green verge and into the pebble-dashed sand. Falling to her knees she clamped her hands around fistfuls of the warm little stones and threw them, delighted, into the air. The beach! Emily loved the beach, she had loved it her whole life. It was her second favourite place to be (after her pillow fort with Jennie, her polar bear teddy).
Emily’s Dad scooped her up off of the sand and held her upside down, making her shriek with laughter. He scolded her for running off but she knew that he was as happy as she was to be back at the seaside, so she laughed until he put her down again for wriggling too much.
Right way up again Emily scampered up and down the golden sweep of beach front looking for the absolute perfect place to watch the tumbledown waves of water. Emily knew her
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When I was younger I had many imaginary friends. Short ones, tall ones, some looked like cats or dogs, but none of them could compared to Mr. Thing. Mr. Thing, when I was younger, was a cute little teddy bear my mother had given me when I was three. Despite my imaginary friends he was all to real, cuddling me at night and keeping me company during the day. I carried him everywhere, and had refused to go anywhere without him up till the age of seven. Though even after I had stopped taking him everywhere I had still carried him around the house as if he were able to save me from dangers.
I had explained to him that I didn't want to take him to school anymore because he'd get dirty, and of course he had understood. Patiently waiting for me to return home to play with him. When I would come home he was the first thing I went to; where he would then sit, and help me with
WonderlandThe woman called Alice walks alone through the hollow streets, a seed planted in her sterile heart and a rifle sleeping in her belt. Last night, she'd witnessed the popping of Pérignon, and a dazzling display of fireworks, complete with alcohol-polished emotions and hundreds of thousands of citizens pulsing rowdy fanfare. She'd netted her highest number of kills that fateful day. Blood still rests in the creases of her palms.
A streetlamp greets her brightly with its mild glow, and alerts her to a dirty and disheveled homeless man groveling for money on the other side of the street. The young couple next to him give a feeble attempt to back away, claiming they have none to spare.
"Lies," Alice whispers. She can easily see the pearls jingling from the lady's neck, and a well-crisped suit guarding the young man from the night chill. Money is more than expendable to them. And this city could do without this attractive mask of a couple. They, too, are expendable. Alice begins t
Suicide and RebirthI stumbled upon a beautiful girl who was listening to loud music. I asked her,
"What kind of music do you listen to?"
She took out one earbud from her ear and replied,
"I listen to many things, sir."
"Like what?" I ask with curiosity.
"I listen to the breeze of the wind and the sound of the rain slamming on the roof during the stormiest of nights. I listen to the laughter of children when they play on the playground. I listen to the humming of the birds and the buzzing of the bees." She says.
"What beautiful things to listen to." I smile. "Do you listen to anything else?"
She smiles. "I'm glad you've taken an interest to my taste of music." She continues. "I listen to the pecking of woodpeckers and the howling of the wolf."
"The heart has its own song as well, sir. Do you hear it?" She asks in a tender voice.
"I do not." I say. "What does your heart sing of?"
"My heart sings of the rattling chains coiled around it, constricting it tighter and tighter as life drags on. It
Water Runs in My Veins I break the surface and feel the waves embrace my into their icy, yet soothing arms. Once I am completely immersed, every inch of my skin tingles. My bones seem to melt to match the temperature of the water, and my movements become fluid. I deftly plunge deeper, feeling both the cold and the warmth rush past me with every stroke. The pulse of the ocean beats against my skin; it is alive. I open my eyes to take in the scene. I can't see clearly, the images are blurred. Still, I can make out soft hues of color. I reach out and feel the hard, smooth surface of a rock, resting amongst others. I feel a rigid plant, and my hand even grazes the backs of a couple of slimy fish. With each connection made by my senses, I feel a rush of adrenaline. I am truly unlimited when I'm under the sea; my fears have been washed away by the white waves.
Growing excited, I continue to venture deeper into the dark depths. Soon, I feel wisps of seaweed brush up against me, tickling
Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess and a handsome prince. The prince was a little older but the princess didn't mind. He was like a brother but very, very cute!
But the princess had an evil, mean, stinky older sister who always took the prince away from her! This made the princess very sad and angry!
She wished she was older...that way she could have the prince all to herself!! So one day she prayed to the stars and wished to be older!
"AND IT CAME TRUE!!!" Brianna screeched in her room. She stood in front of her mirror and struck a few poses. The clothes draped on her, and the heels were way too big for her feet. They were heels, bright red ones from mother's closet! Her dress of choice was the most beautiful one out of her mom's closet- a lovely blue sparkly dress which flowed outward like a mermaid dress. However, when Brianna wore it, it looked like a bag.
That's not all she had "borrowed." Her mother's jewelry always lay in the jewelry box on the dresser. It was
Death Battle: Travis Touchdown vs Jack Cayman
Madness Abe: Alright, the votes are in and the combatants are set. Let's end this battle once and for all.
Insanus Abe: IT'S TIME FOR A DEATH BATTLE!!!
Varrigan City, Jefferson Island
The monochromatic city of Varrigan was once more in a state of...bizarrely enough, organized chaos. This year's DeathWatch games had started off with a bang, and quite a bang it was. While it was difficult to repair from the damage caused during the last games and was a pain to look for new sponsors and organizers, but in the end, it was done. And the games were once more going and providing blood-soaked entertainment to all.
Jack Cayman stood in the middle of an empty street, leaning on a wall and smoking a freshly lit cigar. It was quite surprising to see the reigning DeathWatch champion be so relaxed...especially considering the fact that he was surrounded by an ocean of mutilated corpses, all victims of a chainsaw to
SeparatedThis wasn't where he wanted to be. Tears never used to leak down his face, until now. The faucet inside of him currently didn't want to stop. He could never feel them, but he knew they were there. He wanted to scream, he truly did... but somehow, whenever he tried, the tortured voice would get caught in his throat. Nothing but a squeak like a mouse hiding from a cat. Things weren't supposed to end this way.
She wasn't supposed to look like that. Her face was simply blank. Lifeless, some may say. He wanted to shake her awake, even tell her to get a hold of herself. She would never be able to listen. The poor man wanted to scream his tortured scream all over again. Didn't the woman want to live out her life? All she needed to do was get up. He knew it was a task never to be accomplished on his own.
She looked so pale, so empty. This wasn't the woman he once knew. He clearly remembered the way her smile glistened. Her cheeks used to hold such a glorious pink glow. Everything that she once
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