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Crackfic Fridays: Killer Bees!
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They have been writing poems in the hidden room for the killer bees. The most brilliant soldiers would cut the grass near the window washer just for fun. While the killer bees waited and watched them. There was an ancient dress next to painted a portrait of the queen of the killer bees in a darkened room. It's said that the queen killer bee came from a poor family. The queen wanted to help her children prosper and so went on a journey to find better employment so she can raise her children in luxury. Except, all that changed when the firefighters attacked. They destroyed the queen bee's home and forced her to live on the streets. Alone and afraid, the queen bee started doing odd jobs to try and raise money. She worked as a window wiper, a janitor, and even worked as a cashier in Wal-mart.
One day, while she was eating in Subway in a local Wal-mart. In a total Yo Dawg moment, she met a frog named Bartholomew. Bartholomew was a magical frog capable of
The Hiker's Children
The sun just between the icy mountains as I hear a nearby river empty into a lake. It's the melted snow being filled into a pit of it's own creation. It's almost sad to think about the melting snow. It's warm, but I feel cold inside. Although, I should feel lucky to be alive. Life isn't something everyone has and not everyone gets to keep it for very long. I can't help but gaze at the majesty of the setting sun as it turns darker and I hear the footsteps coming behind me. I turn to see my friend Alex, he sprints as fast as he cans and stops just a few feet away from me, panting. After a minute of him trying to catch his breath, he finally speaks, "I found them".
I knew exactly what he was talking about. Instinctively, I want to ask, "Are they dead or alive", but the words "Take me to them" come out instead. It probably took a few minutes, but the walk there seemed like forever. I already knew the answer to the question I was about to ask. If they were alive, he would have brought them
All The Lonely Times And Differences
A child looks out the window wondering what it's like to be out there. His entire life, he grew up alone. He didn't have very many friends, so he didn't know what it was like to have and share special memories with special people. Nobody in his life was special to him, not even anyone in his family. To the child, they were just regular people. It's really lonely not having anybody special in your life. When you cry, nobody hears you. When you laugh, there's nobody to laugh with you. There's only silence and the occasional echoes of your own voice. This is why the child wondered if the outside world was different. He wondered if the outside world was better or worse. As the days passed, the child grew bitter because he was lonely. You could say he grew up being angry with the world, but he wasn't. He was just scared. He knew he couldn't stay in his world, a world where he is lonely, but safe. Except in he had no reason to love his world. How could you
The Orphaned WolvesCollab with Wolf-Prince-Leon
Winter. A cold and difficult time of the year on earth. Some people could cope with the winter, but most couldn’t. In the current recession, most people had very little money, especially in the United Kingdom where taxes were through the roof. And despite the money that the government was making to fund its people, it was doing little to nothing to care for the people. People needed extra money to get around in the winter months, but all they cared about was lining their own pockets and parting with as little of the taxpayers money as they possibly could.
In Peterborough, there told of two teenage boys.
Leon, a kindhearted boy whose parents had sold him away for their own monetary benefit. And Kieran, his parents had lost him to social services for offences that they didn’t commit.
Kieran was British born and bred, whereas Leon was deported from America, because all of their orphanages were packed to the gunne
The World of Magic part 1Prologue: From One World to Another
It was a beautiful day in Paris as a van drove up to what looked to be an old and abandoned factor. The van came to a stop as four figures climbed out of it.
The first was a grey raccoon with brown eyes and was wearing a black eye mask, a blue hat, a blue shirt with a yellow collar, blue gloves with yellow bands around them, a yellow belt with a blue/yellow raccoon symbol in the middle of it, a brown back pack, a red leg pack, and blue boots. His name was Sly Cooper.
The second was a male turtle that was in a wheel chair and had on glasses, a safari hat with some pens and pencils being held by the band, bulletproof vest, along with a grey button-up shirt underneath his vest, grey gloves, and shoes. His name was Bentley.
The third was a pink hippo wearing black goggles, a red mark with a yellow arrow on top, a white scarf, a bright blue short sleeve shirt, a brown belt, red finger gloves with strings hanging off of them and red boots. His name
Laughter is the CureIan was at the Pokemon Center, his pokemon were being checked out by nurse joy. He decided to take a walk while it was going on. However in the hall Nurse Joy comes out looking a little depressed. He watched her go into the break room and decided to follow her. Inside she was sitting at a table.
"Hey Nurse Joy what's wrong?" Ian asked.
"Oh I've been working so hard lately, sometimes I worry I'll screw up." Nurse Joy explained with a sigh.
"That's nuts, you’re a great Nurse."
Nurse Joy sighed a little bit, Ian then noticed that her shoes had slipped off a bit revealing her bare feet. It was then that Ian had an idea to cheer her up. He sits in a chair across from her and props her feet on his lap.
"What are you doing?" She asked puzzled.
"You need a visit from the tickle monster." Ian smirked.
He began skittering his fingers along her bare soles making the nurse laugh hard. His fingers tortured her toes under and inbetween them, she squirmed hard trying really hard not to kick him
Inside The Wall'sOh good, Elvire thought, they finally left. She walked up the staircase, and pushed on the wall until it opened up. She was in the living room of a house, she had come from behind the bookcase. Elvire, walked into the kitchen and began to take small bits and pieces of the food. Not enough for someone to notice but enough to keep her going for a few more days. She brought the food downstairs and grabbed a bucket which she brought upstairs and filled with clean water. Knowing that the family wouldn't be back for a while Elvire started a load of laundry, singing and old Celtic tune, while she worked. After she had everything she needed from the house she went back downstairs closing the bookcase just as she heard the door open.
"Hello!!! Anyone home?" A male voice called. The house was silent, "Mom, Dad! You here?" he walked to the table and found a note there saying that his parent's would be out for a while. He sighed and sat down turning the tv on. Elvire could hear everything from ins
It's an Edd Life (EddXMarie) Part 2Edd stood outside of the cafeteria, waiting for his two best friends. He was marveled at the fact that Eddy might actually go through with this. After all, they were the Kanker sisters of course, the scourge of the Cul-De-Sac. Edd began to laugh at the thought, he never really thought of that since he saw her at the lake the last day of summer. Even before that, he had noticed a change in her. She had really tried to clean up her act. ‘It’s probably because of her cousin,’ he guessed, ‘he’s actually a nice guy. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was true.’
“Hey Sockhead!” Eddy’s voice broke Edd out of his train of thought. He looked up to see Eddy walking towards him with Ed hiding behind him. Seeing the comparison, Edd had just realized how tall Eddy had gotten over the years. He was still was short, but he had at least grown a few inches.
“Greetings gentlemen,” Edd said with enthusiasm.
“So where’s your gi
I dunno... Bored XDChapter 2: Homestuck scenario
Me: *Looks down at self and squeals with happiness* ROBIN!
Robin: OMFG WE'RE TROLLS!
Mario: Why am I grey?
Godzilla: Couldn't tell ya...
Dark: *Slowly pokes her horns and screams* WHAT THE HELL?!
Spark: ... This is interesting...
Me: I think Lora's in shock.
Lora: No Homestuck T_T
Dark: I WANNA BE NORMAL DARKY AGAIN!
Me: *Shoosh paps Dark* Somehow we'll fix this... After I kill a certain lime blood.
Spark: Oh shit I'm lime blood 0_0
Me: It's not you...
Floren: *Creepy stalking*
Godzilla: Who's that?
Me: *Sees le Floren* NOBODY LOVES YOU! ESPECIALL
The Origin of Daniel- Part 8That night Daniel went to bed thinking he was too excited for the next day to actually sleep, but when he pulled the blankets up and laid his head on the pillow, his eyes began to droop and he fell asleep easily. He was sleeping so soundly that he was barely conscious when his father opened the door and whispered, “Daniel? I’m going out to the desert for a few hours to test a new machine; will you be okay by yourself?”
Daniel lifted his head slightly and nodded sleepily, before lying down and going back to sleep, practically forgetting what his father had said.
In the start of Daniel’s dream, he was in the forest near the village, playing with Izzy and Nova. They were giggling and petting the purring kitten, completely carefree and unconcerned by anything that was going on outside their bubble of joy. Neither of them noticed when the atmosphere seemed to change, the air becoming heavy and the light that filtered between the leaves darkening and fading.
MLP Latex TF MLP Latex TF
You wake up inside an abandoned factory. You had a flashlight in your hand. You shine around you; all you see metal walls around you. Behind you was a large double metal gate. You don’t see any source of activating any gate. You think that activating device in the abandoned factory.
You start walking and shining your flashlight down the long hallway. You walk and walk. You weren’t alone in the abandoned factory. You feel there someone or something watching you every steps you move. You decide to turn around; there was nothing until you turn around… A dead man is hanging from the ceiling. You jump and fall on the floor. You look up one more time there was nothing. You realize the oxygen is lowering. You feel tired and weak.
Dream A Better Dream
"Where's My Mommy? Where's my daddy". I'm sorry little one, they're no longer here. Close your eyes, go to sleep, and dream a better dream.
They may not be with us anymore, but I know where they'll always be: In your heart and in your dreams. So dream a better dream.
When you're scared. Just close your eyes and dream your best dream. In your dreams, you're safe and sound and you make your world your own.
In your dreams, you'll see them there. In your dreams, they'll always be there. I'm sorry they can't always be with you. I'm sure they're sorry, too. Just close your eyes and dream your dream, and make a wish, too.
As you dream a better dream, remember that wish you made. To see your mommy? To see your daddy? To have them hold you one last time? Just close your eyes, go to sleep, and dream.
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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