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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
France x Reader Prom?
France x Reader
You sat in history class, bored out of your mind when you began to rummage through your bag. It was the usual, gum, pens, pencils, index cards, keys. Basically everything but a hammer and nails. But then there was something you weren't used to in the bag. Pulling it out, you soon discovered it was a tin Altoids mint box.
You blinked, completely confused as you don’t usually buy mints, nor would you keep them in your bag. So you opened the little silver, white, and green box. Inside were three red rose petals and on the top the word ‘prom?’ was written. You bit your lip as you knew who gave you this from the roses, and it of course was Francis. But sadly you already had a date and you had to tell your blonde chum the news.
So when the final bell rang you went to the student parking lot where Francis stood, back against his car. When he looked over his straight face turned into a room brightening smile which only made your hear
MLP: Earning Your Stripes
"Rise and shine, little Shani," The sweet and caring sound of the loving mother's voice whispers to her daughter upon entering her bedroom, "Time to start a new day, my precious filly."
Opening her eyes onto the brightness of the day gleaming down into her room from the window, the young zebra releases a great yawn and blinks a few times, "Mmmmm...." Shani moans, realizing that she and her her body not completely awaken yet.
"We have much to do today...so get ready and we can be on our way~" Subira, the lovely mare with the archery cutie mark, pats the head of her precious foal in a gentle way...and leaves to rejoin her husband who awaits on the outside of their little hut.
"Yes, Mama...." Shani mutters and yawns once more, wishing not to have to get up this day...since there are chores to be done. In this little filly's mind, she prays for any chance to avoid any work and just have fun for the day.
Just then out of
ATWC's CarnEvil part 1Prologue
When the Moon is full and trees are bare -
Walk through the Cemetery if you dare.
Where skeletons rot and corpses fester -
Locate the tomb with the skull of a Jester
Feed him the token all shiny and new-
It is then that CarnEvil will return for YOU!
It was a dark and starry night in the town of Moonlight town as the Halloween spirit was all around the place. Near the locate town grave yard, the yearly ‘Ghost Tour’ was going on as a tractor pulling a wagon rode the pathway with the folks either scared or excited. Course, they had no idea what event would becoming to them…
Near the front of the grave yard, three figures had jumped the francs and jumped down, landing perfectly on their feet.
The first was a twenty year old woman with waist long brown hair with had a blue hair clip in it and a stream of hair that had purple and blue breads, black eyes, and was wearing white sleeve less top with a bit of a collar on it and a blue cross on it, a diamo
Fight on!! Hero-Man!! "Evil villains, beware!! I am Hero-Man!!" roared the small child among the countless block towers and skyscrapers made of old VHS tapes. He sported a large crimson cape, gloves on his hands that he had taken from his father's shed that were much too big for him, brown boots, and a jet-black mask that covered the upper half of his face. He stood on the tip-toes of his right foot as he brought other leg's knee up to his hunched-over chest and spread his arms out- making a V-shape with them- and looked to his invisible foe, glaring with righteous fury.
"Your days are numbered!!" he cried out as he began shifting into yet another pose. "I, the warrior of justice, will defeat you!!"
He punched the air with all his might- an explosion erupting from behind him as he did so- and saw his foe fall down with an earth-shattering thud. Our Hero-Man turned around and gave a thumbs up, signalling another glorious victory against the forces of evil- and
PMD-U: Frosty Festivities 2- Story TellingIt was one long, fun day. Everyone had their fun in various different activities and I’m glad that includes me. The Hunters made a good job decorating the exterior and interior of the bar and they were gorgeous. I didn’t do much other then showing the dance moves I learned back home and everyone liked it. Maybe it’s the fast pace music that got my feet movin’ wildly on dance floor.
And as for our two drinkers in the bar earlier that day…
Leif was knocked out and I had to help her partner, Coroline, to move her away to lie down. She was so drunk that she became really unstable and began mumbling nonsense. Thankfully, Ayami had some ice for her forehead just in case she got a hangover after she woke up and trust me, it’s really gonna hurt.
Grace, on the other hand, managed to stay her cool and didn’t get wasted. But of course, she works in a bar herself so I guess that really makes her holding up better than others.
After nightfall, I joined a gr
The WaterYou undress and leave your clothes in a heap. You turn on the water and step into the shower, not waiting until the water heats up. It's ice cold and stabs you like knives, but you stand there anyway. The water grows warmer; your body stays tense though until you realize you are shaking.
You shake and tremble, your mind just a jumble of panicked thoughts and lost wishes. You feel your knees buckle and you sink to the shower's floor. You stay there as the scalding water beats upon you, your skin turning pink in its relentless heat. You feel the burning, but you don't care. Anything to distract you from the pain of your heart breaking to bits. As the water cools, you become aware of what's around you.
A knock on the door. Are you okay? a voice shouts. You call back, your voice just wet, broken words of confirmation. The words are a lie. Just one lie in the midst of many: I'm fine.
You shut off the water. But the water won't stop. The w
The Boy Made of Jigsaw PiecesOnce, there was a boy made of jigsaw pieces.
His skin was a shell of interconnecting chunks of plastic. When he laughed, when he smiled, when he cried or frowned or simply furrowed his brow out of curiosity, these pieces fell away. When they came loose, the chaos underneath was exposed. A kaleidoscopic array of colours fit for a seizure. He would quickly collect the pieces and clumsily put them back in place. He didn’t want to see the colours. He did not want to know what they meant.
He decided that emotions made the pieces fall away. So, to protect himself, he did everything he could to stay away from feeling anything. He avoided the things he liked for fear that he may feel joy. He told what little friends he’d made to stay away lest they make him laugh. He stayed away from everything, and sat in the corner. He watched as his family seemed to go on with life without him. He silently listened to teachers as they gave drawn out lectures and students as they made jokes
The Best Nightmare Night Ever *Vore Story*
Written by Shrunken-LittleBro12 and ExplodingClay
Edited by Alticron
It was Nightmare Night in Ponyville and everypony was getting into their costumes. And tonight was a special Nightmare Night, for Luna would be visiting the town once again. Somewhere in Ponyville, Pipsqueak was eager to get into his new pirate costume and collect as much candy as his bag could carry for this Nightmare Night was going to be a very special one; his favorite princess of all time was going to visit Ponyville.
“I can't wait to see her again.” he gave a joyous glee. Pipsqueak put the final touches of his costume on, placing his eye patch on his right eye, grabbing his toy sword and trick bag and running out the door, and just in time to see Luna's chariot coming across the sky towards Ponyville's town square.
Pip excitedly watched as Princess Luna made her grand entrance. The dark blue alicorn wore a dark hooded cloak much like the one she had worn the last Nightmare Night. All the ponies bowed
Dinner"We're going to have to make dinner ourselves tonight," Katherine said, taking some lettuce and pickles from the fridge. She opened the freezer to look inside then just shut it.
"Why?" I asked. I knew I shouldn't question her. She was twelve and the oldest, so she knew what to do, obviously. She opened the cuboard and picked up a loaf of bread. She placed them on the counter and turned to me.
"Mom's not coming back," she said gently and sadly. I could hear the wet brokeness in her voice.
"What about tomorrow?" I asked desperately. I didn't like the sound of those words 'not coming back,' "She can't be gone forever."
"Karlie," she put her face in her hands and took a big breath followed by a noise that sounded more like a sob than a sigh. She removed her hands and her eyes were watery, "Mom's not coming back tomorrow. She's not coming back ever."
"What?" My brow furrowed. Not coming back. Ever. She's never coming back. The
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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