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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
Let It Go (LokixReader)
Let It Go
"I don’t care, What they’re going to say..."
You sang cheerfully, looking at yourself in the mirrior. It was one of those weird winters where almost every time you looked at the Weather Channel, TV program or website, it was ass freezingly cold outside. And, I say ass freezing, as in ASS FREEZING. It was almost 16 degrees out to begin with, with a wind chill making it feel like -10.
And yet, here you were, going out to see Frozen in theaters.
Thankfully, you weren't going alone.
You slipped your hair into a braid, Elsa style, as a familiar head rested on top of you own, arms snaking around your shoulders.
"Hello Loki." You sighed. You saw him smile in the reflective glass.
"Ello (y/n)." He said gleefully. He always seemed chipper, a little out of character, when he greeted you. "Now, let me tell you, unlike the last time, I refuse to be late to a movie."
"Oh please. Endless Love wasn't THAT bad." His shocked expression made you rethink
Road To Mentality~WARNING, this story has scenes that will disturb some people, read at your own risk.~
It was seven PM, a day at the orphanage had finally finished, but it was another disappointment for Jack. It was was a cold, snowy December, the coldest weather England has ever had, and still no sign of his mother. Even though Jack was 15, each day he was hoping that his mother would come back for him, but she has not seen him since he was born. He was usually patient, and maybe hoped that another loving family might welcome him with open arms and hearts, but that was when he was ten. Jack knew that he had little chance of being adopted at such an old age, he couldn't even go to a foster home for the fact the caretakers labeled Jack as a trouble maker for wetting the bed and hiding in places that were out of bounds, like the time he was found under a counter in the kitchen for three days. The stench of urine that lingered on him would put anyone off him anyways.
A Normal Day at the Ahnenerbe Cafe part 2Chapter 1
Later on, Kirito was filling out a form when Nero-Arc came up to him.
“Excuse me but since you’re alone would it be all right to have two others sat with you?” asked Nero-Arc.
“It’s fine,” answered Kirito.
Nero-Arc nodded before she walked off. Moments later, a teenage boy and a teenage girl walked over to the table and sat down.
The boy had short spikey brown hair and light grey-ish, green eyes and a brownish green hoodie with red designs on it, black jeans and red/white sneakers.
The girl had long light brown hair, brown eyes and was wearing a red bow in her hair, a red skirt, a white closed jacket with black on the side of her sleeves, a small red bow tie, white knee high socks and brown shoes.
“Sorry for making you share a table with people you barely know,” said the boy.
“It’s all right. Anyways my name is Kazuto Kirigaya through some of my friends call me Kirito. And you two are?” as
A Normal Day at the Ahnenerbe Cafe part 1Prologue
It was a beautiful sunny day outside as the café Ahnenerbe as the place was busy as always. Course for one of the customers, things could be better.
Kirito aka Kazuto Kirigaya sighed a bit as he was looking at the Want ads in the newspapers.
Kirito looked and smiled a little to see Wing.
“Oh, hi Wing,” said Kirito, through there was a hit off from his normal cheerful tone.
Wing noticed this as she raised an eyebrow a bit.
“You all right?” asked Wing, “You seem down for some reason.”
Kirito paused for a small moment before he sighed.
“True is, I’m having trouble finding someplace to work at,” admitted Kirito.
Wing couldn’t help but smirk a bit.
“You? Looking for a job? I thought you said your main forces was going to be school with how long you’ve been trapped in Sword Art Online,” pointed out Wing.
Kirito nodded a little.
“It was. But see, I’m hopin
MLP: The Not-So-Great Outdoors
Deep within the beautiful golden city of Tambelon, lies the headquarters of a certain popular scouting group that is devoted to helping young fillies and colts discover their very special talents...along with earning badges in many different activities and having plenty of fun along the way: The Cutie Mark Crusaders.
Founded years ago by three little fillies, their club has grown quickly in such short time; So many young ponies and more have joined to have fun, find their cutie marks down the road as they take part in special events, and make new friends to share in the adventures they may find.
But now, the CMC has continued to gain new members...including six very special little foals that are really looking forward to an exciting weekend...because for the next three days, along with twenty other CMC scouts, they will be going on an camping trip way out in the woods a ways away from the city, near a lovely little spot called Alicorn Lake.
InJustice: The Tale of the Light Bringer Teaser“Pure hate…angry…those are the few things that were inside the thing I once called a true monster and feared…and now what was born with this…”
A city was shown, buildings were destroyed, places were on fire, corpses were all over the place…a true nightmare to many.
“Many once called them great heroes, people calmed they once looked up to these beings in love and respect…but now they look up to them in fear…”
In the dark of the night, another city was shown as blimps flew in the air, each of them having red and yellow shield with an ‘S’ on them and barely anyone on the streets.
“The man many of my friends once called a great being, a protector of the weak, is more like a monster now, ruling the world with an iron fist.”
In the city, a man with black hair, a blue colored uniform, a red cape, and a red/yellow shield like symbol with an ‘S’ in the middle was sho
Mike's Backstory: Part 7Mal groaned and sat up. He touched his shoulder; which had now been tied up in a tight bandage, and winced. It was in agony. The room he awoke in was unlike anything he had ever seen. It was cold, damp and not only was there basically no light, there wasn’t even a single window. Mal raised his hand to his face. It was so blurry. As he rubbed his eyes sluggishly in an attempt to restore sight, he realised that the bang on the head didn’t seem to have done him any good at all.
Despite all this, the malevolent one grinned, the eerie smile spreading far across his face. He wasn’t alone in this room. A boy, looking about two years older than him, sat awkwardly on a bed. He stared at Mal quietly, trying to think of reasons as to why a toothpick like him could end up in gaol. He stood and made his way over to the younger teenager and decided to make sure that he knew his place.
“Oi! Yeah, you!” He stood before Mal and placed his hands on his hips. Mal eyed the bo
Mike's Backstory: Part 6I stared in shock. Mal had appeared in the sub-conscious. He was holding his shoulder tight and his eyes were squeezed shut. I tugged on my chain mercilessly. I swear, if he came close enough to me, I would kill him for what he did.
Mal stood and looked around, dazed and expressionless. That feeling didn’t last long however. He snapped back into reality as quick as he lost it. The malicious teen grinned in satisfaction and he walked by us all, his hands cupped together.
“Well, well, well.” He stopped at my boulder and I shot him a ravenous glare. How dare he talk to me… He had no right!
“It looks like you have all been reduced to this state due to my appearance. Oh, it makes me feel so powerful compared to you.”
He kneeled next to me. I never wanted to talk to that criminal, but there was a question bugging me and I had to get it out.
“Why are you here?”
He rolled his eyes and sighed. “Got shot and knocked myself out.” His sp
Mike's Backstory: Part 4I awoke in my sub-conscious, alone and scared. The silence was unsettling. I attempted to walk, but some force was preventing my body from moving. I turned, a gasp escaping from me. I was chained… to a boulder… unable to leave. I looked around me. There were four other boulders, all with a chain… that wasn’t empty.
S`vetlana looked at me, tears in her eyes. She attempted to speak, but Manitoba motioned for her to stay quiet. He walked about a metre forward, just before the chain pulled him back. He knew my question and he adjusted the fedora on his head, not losing his serious expression.
“The Malevolent one…” He forced his gaze to Vito, who was shocked into silence. A rare moment of quiet for his normally exuberant, egotistical personality. Vito stared at the treasure hunter with uncertainty.
He paused, pushing his gelled hair back out of his eyes. His sudden fear turned to anger and he screamed at me, eyes flaming
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.
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