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Monster High fan-fic- Part 1ÿþJackson walked to school everyday knowing that at some point in the day,He was going to be picked on by Manny Taur (Son of the Minotaur) Manny is known as the school bully.
Manny always picks on Jackson for being half-normie,and today Manny was waiting for him outside the front door of the school,Jackson gulped hard as he walked toward Manny with his hands sweating and his body shaking.
"Where do you think you're going,Normie?" He said blocking Jackson's path
"What do you want Manny?"Jackson asked trying not to sound scared
Manny grabbed Jackson by his shirt,and began dragging him to the school fountain behind him
"Wh-what are you doing?!!"Jackson asked trying to break free of Manny's grasp.
"I'm just taking you for a little dip.." Manny awnsered with an evil chuckle
"ARE YOU CRAZY??,THE WATER'S FREEZING COLD!!!"
"That's the point" Manny said while putting Jackson on the edge of the fountain and pushing him in.
Jackson screamed as he fell into the freezing cold fountain wat
Spencer reid-Angel READ DESCOkay,i know Reid's not helpless or anything but,when he's in pain i just can't stand it i just wanna protect him..and this song explains how i feel about it perfectly ->http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rtGt89HPhco
Stoaway ch.2After driving about an hour or so we reached Aunt Beckys house
"Sam,get your suit case from the trunk and head inside"Mom said with a smile on her face
"Okay" I said as i opened the trunk a familliar face poped up "Harley, what are you doing here???!" i whispered
"I'm here to show your Aunt i can be good." she replied
"Harley,sneaking into our trunk when you know your not soppose to and coming here is NOT good!" I whispered harshly
Harley sighed "I know,i just really wanted to go with ya.."
"Well,i'm going to have to hide you somehow.." I said
Harley looked down "You got anymore room in that big bag?" She asked
"Whats in the bag hun?" Mom asked while i struggled to drag it along
"Clothes" i said while still draging it
"I'll help you carry it" Aunt Becky offered
"No thanks,i got it" I said while succsessfully draging it into the bed room and shuting the door
I opened the zipper on the bag and Harley jumped out
"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING???!!" I yelled as she stood the
Stoaway ch.1I walked in to get my clothes and pack them in my suit case,my mom and i were going to aunt Becky's for 2 week's since we hadn't seen her in over a year
Harley walked in behind me with a sad look on her face and asked "Aw, remind me agian,why can't i go with you guys?"
As if i wasen't upset enough that she wasen't coming i told her.."Because you can't..i'm sorry Harls i'd love to take you but..Aunt Becky just dosen't trust you.."
"But i'll be real good,i promise!"Harley replied with her blue eyes twinkling
"Harls...Your Joker's hench girl.." I awnserd
"Eh,come on Sam, me and my Puddin'are just havin'some fun"Harley said while giving me a wink.
"I know" I said rolling my eyes
Just then mom walked in "Honey,its time to go say goodbye to Harley and let's go."
"Okay,Bye Harls, i'm gonna miss you" i said giving Harley a tight hug trying not to cry.
"Okay..Bye." She said sounding upset
I walked out the door with my suit case in hand and headed to the car...
As soon as we were in the car and
CM-Down with the sickness pt 7
About an hour later Hotchner and the rest of the team arrived at the E.R. worried sick
Hotch walked up to a nurse and asked "Exuse me,were from the F.B.I.were here to visit one of my agents Dr.Reid,hes fallen ill..
The nurse looked at her chart and found Reids name "Dr.Spencer Reid?" she asked
"Yes." Hotch awnserd "How is he?"
"Oh i have some great news,the antibiotics has entered his system and its cleared alot of fluid from his lungs, we suspect he'll be back on his feet in about 2 weeks"
Everyone's faces lit up
"Oh my god! THAT GREAT NEWS!" Prentiss shouted "what room is he in???!"
The nurse smiled and said "Oh,hes in that room right over there" she pointed to the room next to her with the open door
"Thank you so much!" Hotch said smiling (He smiled?! awww then he must really love Reid )
The team ran to the room Reid was in
Reid looked up and saw everyone at the door "Hey guys! come on in" He said still sounding very sick
"Hey kid" Morgan said while giving him a hug (This
CM-Down with the sickness pt 6
A few hours later the phone rang,Hotch raced to it and awnserd "BAU,Aaron Hotchner"
"Hello im calling on behalf of one of your agents Dr.Reid,we got his lung ex-rays back and.."
"AND WHAT?!?!" Hotch asked sounding like he was going to explode
" And..He has a very severe case of Pneumonia as we suspected.."
"Will he be alright?" Hotch asked
"Well we don't know yet. his lungs have a lot of fluid build up in them,if he didn't get here when he did his lungs would have collapsed and he most likely would have died in a few minutes We've started him on antibiotics to cure the infection and get red of the fluid but if the antibiotics dosen't work he may die.. ."
"Ca-can we visit him?" Hotch asked
"Yes,feel free to come visit him and if he improves we'll let you know" said the Doctor trying to sound cheerful
"Is he awake?" Hotch asked
"Yes,but hes very weak so please be easy on him the Doctor handed the phone to Reid and said "Your team mates would like to speak to you" "Okay" Reid a
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
Aiden's Backstory. -ROUGH DRAFT-I bet you're wondering why Aiden is so shy and scared acting,well I'll tell you.
Growing up,he was extremely sheltered from much of the outside world,by that I mean,he was home schooled,and due to his horrible allergies,whenever he would go outside to play,he'd often come back in feeling terrible,so he often stayed inside his own house,never really going out all that much and getting to play with kids his own age,so that's why he's so clueless and shy when talking to people,he's so afraid of saying something wrong,or offending someone that he often tries to just keep his mouth shut and just stay on the sidelines.
He was extremely lonely most of the time,even though he DID have an animal companion (Swoops the bat),he longed to have someone who he could talk to and hold an actual conversation with,so he occupied himself with his school work to try and forget about how lonely he was.
He found Science to be absolutely fascinating,and it became one of his best subjects,leading him to
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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