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Happy Valentine's Day to me.You had me fooled
As your hand pressed
To my back
You kissed me
I wrapped my arms around
Leaned forward on
To meet your
You took my hand
And told me
See ya later
All while leaning
Your head on
I smiled at
Your quivering lips breathed
I love you
In my ear
And you had me fooled
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
Old Spice-Different Nations and CitiesBonjour Ladies , Look at Your man. Now Back at me. Now back at your man. Now back at me again. Sadly he is not me. But if he stopped eating hamburgers and benched pressed moose like me , he could attempt to be MANLY like me. Look down. Back up! Where are we? We're on an iceberg in the arctic. What have I got? It's a baby seal. Look again! The seal is now maple syrup. Anything is possible when your canadian , I'm on a bear.
'ello Ladies Look at Your man. Now Back at me. Now back at your man. Now back at me again. Sadly he is not me. But if he started using magic, stop being a frog face and drank tea like me he could attempt to be MANLY like me. Look down. Back up! Where are we? We're on candy mountain. What have I got? It's a baby fairy . Look again! The fairy is now pixie dust. Anything is possible when your british , I'm on a Unicorn.
Konichiwa radies rook at Your man. Now Back at me. Now back at your man. Now back at me again. Sadly he is not me. But if he stopped singing gangnam sty
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
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
Blood MoonWe stood in the middle of the road in flip flops and winter jackets. Our silhouettes were outlined by the motion sensor lights on the porch, our heads tilted back searching the sky.
"Have we ever even looked for the moon out here before?"
She shrugs and sighs. "No, but we also have never been out at half past twelve."
"Yes we have. We just never looked at the sky." Maybe because we didn't care if it was their, as long as we had the porch light, we didn't need the moon. But i didn't say that.
I saw lights down the road but they weren't moving closer.
"Should we go up to the turn-around?"
The car sounded exceptionally loud leaving the driveway at this time. We pulled up on the mat of pine needles on the side of the road and stepped out of the car. We went to both sides of the road and strained our necks but we saw nothing.
"Should we go to the bottom of the hill?" It's a mountain. I know why she calls it the hill though. It's such a gradual slope you'd never guess you were a thousa
Death of Memory Is UnavoidableLight travels 186,282 miles a second. Those points of light littering the night sky...how many still burn? It has traveled for countless eons to reach us, to gift us with a single dot of radiance.
But is it all a mirage? A lie? How many of those stars have already passed from this universe?
It is the same with us...with the Earth and humanity. We will be but a tiny flame upon the cosmos, destined to be snuffed out. Then we will be forgotten. Stars will still burn, planets will still thrive, the universe will still breath on...all without us.
So take my advice here and now... Live your life as you see fit. Because you, too, will be forgotten amid the raging seas of life and death within humanity. Up until the human race itself no longer exists.
The Miracle (formerly Powerwheels) chapter 3~chapter 3~
Over the next few months Sadie had gotten much stronger; by the end of March she was sitting up on her own, and was in the process of relearning to stand. Sadie was also learning how to control her gait when she walked or stood. When she first learned to walk with her walker, before her surgery, her gait was extremely wobbly. Now, 3 weeks after her surgery when she stood, her gait was mostly stable, and she could finally manage to both stand and grab something at the same time without falling. This made her parents very proud, their little girl, who was thought to never walk, run or play, was now standing on her own, and if she kept going at this pace, she would be walking independently very soon.
Now at age 6, Sadie was in first grade, and she could stand and walk on her own for short periods of time, with a stable gait. Flashback a year before, and she was just learning to stand again. Now that Sadie could walk for short distances without h
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
Broken Promises (Chapter 1)I am worthless, i do everything wrong and i always cause problems.
I probably don’t even deserve to life.
Tears rolled over her cheek while she sat in the darkest corner of her room.
Pain... So much pain.
She closed her eyes, not caring about the cuts on her wrists.
Oh, how much she disliked her life.
Always putting on a fake smile, laughing with her own stupid jokes, always trying to keep the act up.
Slowly she stood up and walked towards her mirror, resting her forehead against it.
“Heh... I just broke a promise..Again”
She laughed while the tears kept falling and the blood kept running.
“I must be insane.. Look at me.. Laughing..Crying... Cutting..”
At the corner of her eye she could see the picture of her mother.
“Mommy would be dissapointed..”
A sigh could be heard and she slowly sat down on her bed.
“Just like everybody else..”
A day carved into memory...With head swimming and heart pounding,
I slid to the floor.
My mind was tearing away at itself,
and my heart shattered inside my chest.
Tears drowned my eyes and I could feel my throat tightening.
I could hear voices all around me,
but I could not make out the words.
Suddenly a teacher scooped me up,
and carried me away. <i>
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