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The Pain and MiseryWolfleap lay in the nursery, her belly swollen with kits. They are going to be on their way soon. The grey queen struggled to fall asleep. All she could possibly think about was her previous clan. Wolfleap had a brief flashback of her terrible past.
There she was, with her best buds. Birchbreeze..Tarfoot..and espically Nightsky. Nightsky was the first warrior she ever met after her warrior ceremony. She was brave..skilled..and kind. Nightsky was Wolfleap's best friend, but one day she disappeared, and so did Wolfleap herself.
Nightsky knew about Wolfleap's precious secret, and she promised not to tell a single soul about it, Wolfleap knew she could trust her.
The she-cat then snapped back to reality again. She stared at the nursery wall blankly. Tears slowly swelled in her eyes, she was so lonely by herself, without her friends and home clan. Tears started to stream down her face like a river. She only left her home clan because she was chased out of the territory by stupid dogs!
Stay Awake, Don't Go To Sleep -Story|Page 2Stay Awake, Don't Go To Sleep. Chapter 1 Page 2
My screamed echoed around my room's walls. I was terrified,I wasn't able to fight back. Jeff let go of my hand, it was all red, you were able to tell he squeezed it pretty hard. He raised his knife up high, ready to slice it across my neck. He shot the knife towards me, but I shot to the side before it hit me, it scraped against my wall instead. Jeff stared straight at me. I jumped off my bed and landed behind him. My heart was racing and my breathing was fast. I never thought this person..this person could be real! Jeff turned around and stared at me.
I slowly backed up and hit my back wall. The killer walked closer and closer to me. I became frozen with fear, I couldn't move. He put his hands against the wall, around me, so I couldn't escape. His smile..his eyes..It all scared me, but deep inside..There was something I could feel, there was something I liked about him.. He didn't speak, just stared. I was trapped at staring back,
Stay Awake, Don't Go To Sleep -Story|Page 1-Explanation:
This is a story of me, knowing about Jeff The Killer, but I thought he was just a myth, but he turns out to be real, and now he is after me, trying to kill me and yeah. I still remember things from that day XD And then I make up some stuff.
Here we go. c; Enjoy.
I woke up at 3:00 in the morning, I somehow just wake up at that time, I don't how I don't plan it. I looked straight across my bed. I saw somebody watching me. The person game further every step he took. I started to shake, my room was dark, so I couldn't see the person. Then, he said three simple words..
I let out a scream, thats when he jumped at me, he pinned me down on my bed. I couldn't get out of his grip. I looked at his hand. He was slowly getting out a sharp knife. I snatched the knife away from him and started to stab him. I knew he couldn't feel it, I was giving him a taste of his own medicine. There was a bang on my door. Thats when he ran for my window and jumped out. My mo
Encyclopedia of Internet IdiotsEver since the Internet was popularized in the 90's, the human race has been united through a cybernetwork of fiber optics and electric pulses. The internet allows for interaction and actions that formerly took days, months, or even years to take place. The internet is also a database of all known human information and knowledge. Since the mid 2000's, the Internet has become its own society with it's own culture and social structure, composed of many different human cultures, beliefs, thoughts, and ideas. But in a place where everyone is connected, you are bound to come across idiots. I have put together a list of the different categories of said idiots, it will give you a brief description and subtypes of said idiot. This list will be expanded based on your suggestions, but for now, enjoy the lulz
Fail Troll: A person who attempts to troll people or groups of people to get a rise out of them. They are not clever or sneaky like the professional trolls, and they are rather
England X O.C. I Do Believe in faeries chapter 1
England x O.C.
The sun shone bright and a light breeze tousled a handsome young blonde mans hair. His eyes were a vibrant green but clearly showed the true age of the seemingly ageless young man. He sighed happily the sun shining bright through a break in the english clouds. It wasn’t to often that he got a moment to himself like this. Usually he had to deal with his younger brothers squabbling over nothing or his older brothers banging on his door declaring their displeasure with him. So when he had a moment to himself he took advantage of it and went out for walk in the park. The day was almost perfect save for this high pitched wail behind him.
The young man stood from the park bench that he had been resting on and followed the sound of the wailing to a brown satchel that hung precariousl
Do You Feel Me  Thunderfrost/FrostironDo You Feel Me 
“Mr. Stark, if you’d please—“
“Loki, come on, be a sport.”
“It’s Mr. Laufeyson, to you—“
“By the Gods, Mr. Stark, could you just—”
“Loki, please, pretend you’re not a godsend for three seconds and look at this—”
“Anthony Edward Stark, for Gods sake, please just put down your tools and sign these papers, or I swear to the Gods, I will leave you to rot in here for all of eternity.”
Tony looked unamused. “… Fine, fine. No need to get your panties in a bunch.”
Loki smirks sardonically, handing his employer a pen he pulls from his jacket pocket fluidly, “oh please, as if you have anything to do with my panties.”
Tony stares stunned, for a moment, before he bursts into a fit o
Pradera corruptaRoderick no sabía cómo había llegado hasta allí. Bueno, en realidad si sabía, pero no entendía porque es que su desgracia había comenzado tan temprano. El día anterior había estado tranquilo, durmiendo sobre un árbol cuando su libro-tanque se le había resbalado de entre las manos. Todo hubiese resultado bien si no hubiese sido que una chica pasaba bajo el árbol. El libro había caído, por suerte, a milímetros de la chica. Pero ella se había asustado y exclamando le había ordenado que la acompañase al día siguiente a una misión.
Pese a todas las excusas y ruegos del elfo, ahora estaba sobre Alextintor, la alpaca, acompañando a la chica-ángel hacia Taivaria. Habían partido demasiado temprano para que su cerebro funcionase y se había pasado la mitad del camino hacia Doran más dormido que despierto.
Why I take photosWhy I take photos
My mother used to say to me, "Every time you take a photo, make sure there's a person in it, so you can remember."
At the time I thought it was just one of many sayings that she would repeat to me ad infinitum, repeating over and over like a mantra until they lost all meaning.
Years later, as a young man, her words came back to me and I realized how wise they truly were. I lost a very close friend suddenly and after the initial shock and mourning, I discovered that I couldn't find any photos of him. There was literally no record of the time we spent together, the nights that we stayed awake talking, the idealistic veneer of youth ripped away by harsh winds.
He was gone and he was not coming back. Soon enough his face started to fade from my memory and his voice could no longer be recalled.
There are photos littered down the pathway of my childhood. My first bath, learning to walk and playing with the chickens in my backyard, photos of a young boy, face bright, eyes tw
Titanic - Birth Of A Legend - Final Chapter
With the fading light in Belfast, Titanic prepared to leave her birth place for good to join her sister, Olympic for transatlantic service. Thomas Andrews gathered his prized "Guarantee Group", the troubleshooting team for the maiden voyage, eight trusted men, among them Roderick Chisholm, Artie Frost and Alfie Cunningham. But Thomas Millar was also there must had seen a happy accident. He gave his sons a penny each.
"These are yours," he said. "Don't spend until I come back. We'll be even richer then."
Artie Frost, we know was sure of promotion for his return and Alfie's hard work had also paid off. The shipyard had named him "Apprentice Of The Year". His future was secured.
Kane was among the crew, excited to see that White Star's flagship was ready to for her transatlantic service debut. The company had award him "Student of The Year" for his hard training. As an extra reward he was to being half of the command of Titanic while Captain Smith still had full power to be in charge of h
The Pea ManAdam (Chapter One)
Adam sneaked out off his office and basically ran towards the elevator. He turned his head to make sure no one was following him. When he arrived at the lobby - still no familiar face in sight - Adam crossed it quickly and left the building. Once outside, he took a deep breath. It was lunchtime and usually there were several colleagues ready to join him. But this time he needed to be on his own. He was going to take a big risk today and he was in no need of any disturbances from that. Adam felt a wave of excitement rushing trough his stomach and he picked up his pace a little.
When he closed his eyes for a second, he could see her face. She was beautiful. But more importantly, there was this thing about her which he just couldn’t grasp. It was almost like an aura surrounding her. When she had looked at him for the first time, there had been a slight sparkle in her eyes, just for one fraction of a second, and it went straight to his heart. He co
Titanic - Birth Of A Legend - Epilogue
The story of the Titanic and that of her legend remains alive and well to this very day... it was in the years after she sank that turned her into more than just any normal legend... an eternal and spiritual legend and it all happened almost seventy years later when the world thought that the great ship would never been or heard from again.
In 1980, Titanic was discovered and found by NUMA, known as the National Underwater and Marine Agency, led by Dirk Pitt. She was found laying more than over two miles down below the surface, intact and mostly in perfect condition with only little signs of deterioration. With that year of 1980, Titanic was raised and towed to New York where she at last completed her maiden voyage. Then NUMA decided to put her into preservation and began a massive project to restore her and get her back into working order. Clive Palmer, an Australian Billionaire, led the project to bring Titanic back to life and have her as the flag ship to serve for his shipping comp
Some Sophie n Phillip fanficPhillip was taking pictures and it was almost till midnight. He needed some shots at night and complete an order for a client, so he decided to look out his window for some nice alley-way shots.
As he was looking around, he saw a guy beating up someone in the nearby building. He zoomed in his camera and noticed that he was beating up a girl who was an old college friend of his and that the building was the place where he used to rent his apartment.
He threw his camera into his bed and decided to rescue his friend. Phillip ran towards the neighboring building and listened to what room were they in. He went up the 2nd floor and listened some more. The sound was getting louder, but he felt like it was still upstairs. He did the same on the 3rd floor and finally got closer to the sound.
Phillip walked through rooms and listened carefully for the shouts and the hits that the man was making. Room 308. He pushed his ear up against the door just to check for the last time and
Phantom facial expression switch.Ok, so everybody I've roleplayed with in CoTC ( Clans-Of-The-City ) Using Phantom. I am changing his face and everything. I kinda cant stand not having him able to blink or anything. So just pretend hes eyelids and not a crazy smile on his face. Ok? I will be updating his reference picture and some of history. But all my RP's I've done with him,just pretend and everything. I will not update the one picture I just drew of Phantom and Oilfang though..That took an hour to do.
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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