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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
Canada x Reader - My Ghost
You were having a bad day. At the start of your day you woke up late for work, rushing to get the uniform on made you fall and cut your finger somehow. The weather went from sunny to pouring outside as you forgot your umbrella and had to run to work.
It seemed that destiny had made you life hell today. Giving a loud sigh you slump on the bus heading home.
The bus stopped at a stop in front of a waffle house. You wanted to go there once since your friend said his brother loved their pancakes there. Thinking about your friend you groaned realizing you had to meet him now at mcdonalds. Doing a facepalm you slumped some more in your seat noticing a presence next to you.
Looking to the empty spot you swore you felt someone sit next to you. Shrugging you look back out the window taking out your phone to text the obnoxious male you call a friend. The buttons make a clicking noise that somehow filled your thoughts.
The next moment your mind went back to reality feeling a poke on the shoulder.
Iceland x Reader I Want My Licorice BackEmil sighed as he flopped onto his mattress. Today he had to host another one of those stupid meetings. He spent the entire week being forced to make it look all nice and clean. But as soon as everyone walked in, all that work was pointless. Not only were there chairs and plants strewn everywhere, food was also thrown about. England complained to America about his eating habbits and tried to take the fat oaf's hamburger away. This lead to the fat oaf to use his strength to flip twat muffin across the room. Since he wasn't a big country, nobody listened to his pleas to stop the nonsense.
Emil bascially sat in the corner sulking as the room was destroyed thanks to family issues. Not like he didn't have any family issues. He had a load of them, but he kept such to himself and handled them not as babyish as the rest.
However, lets go back to the subject about food. Emil needed some comfort food. He rolled off his bed and stretched, his shirt slightly untucking itself from his pants. Taking
:Idiot: Abridged! Marik x Reader
"I'm not gay!" Marik screamed out in frustration.
"and I'm the Queen of England." Bakura said with sarcasm. "I'm being serious Bakura, I'm NOT gay!" Marik yelled. You sighed. They've been going at it for days.
Bakura would say something rude to Marik, Marik would get offended, then this would all lead to Marik being gay. Though Marik would detest all of it.
You shook your head. They were acting childish and it annoyed you to no end. Not to mention the three of you were supposed to plot out the Pharaoh's demise. You frowned. Why did you put up with this in the first place?
Oh, know you remember, it's because of....your crush.
No, not Bakura. It's Marik...Surprising, huh?
Yes, Marik is your crush. Ever since you've encountered him in an alley way, you just finished dueling one of his rare hunters and you won. He liked your skills and decided that you could be one of his alleys. Though, half of you regretted it.
He was immature and loud..
In The Rain Part 2 England x Reader
You and Arthur had talked to each other like there was no tomorrow; it was like you two had known each other for years and were merely knitting back your friendship. But in reality, you had only just met Arthur and he you. It had happened to be raining today and certain events had happened, before you knew it one thing led to another and you ended up here, on a tram to Covent Garden with a handsome, blonde gent named Arthur Kirkland.
The rain outside was still going on and was hitting the windows of tram with all of it's might, but your eyes were focused on the blonde male next to you. The heat of the tram had made your hair now only slightly damp and had made you much warmer resulting in giving Arthur his blazer jacket back after some arguing. After 15 minutes of talking, the tram began to slow down and once you saw the many Christmas lights you immediately knew that you were at Covent Garden. Arthur had took note of the area and stood up with one had on the rail and the other by his
Know the differenceIf he asked her to bleed she would say
How deep do you want the cut?
That's not love, darling.
Silver x Reader: BrokenAuthor's note: so there's a bit of cussing in here, considering, well, Silver is kind of... abrasive. So if you don't like bad words, I don't recommend reading.
“Go away,” I grumbled. I didn’t need to look up to know it was Silver.
I’d never brushed him off like that before. Usually I was the epitome of kindness to him, because I knew that beneath his rough, mean exterior, there was a good guy inside. Nonetheless, my tone surprised him.
“Get up, weakling.” Leave it to Silver to cut right to the chase. “I’ve been training. Let’s battle.”
I looked up. His face was grim and determined, as usual.
“Can’t you tell I’m not in the mood?” I pulled at the grass and blinked back tears. I couldn’t let Silver, of all people, see me crying. He’d just have another reason to call me weak.
“You think I fucking care if you’re in the mood? C’mon. Get up and battle me.”
The Power of the Light part 2Chapter 2: Arendelle
Wing ran down the steps as fast as she could, heading deeper into the ruins.
“SLY, CAN YOU HEAR ME?!” called out Wing.
No answer. Wing started to get even more worried by the minute. She soon made it to the bottom of the steps when she stopped as step foots where heard coming towards her.
On the ground was a heart marking with wings on the side and a crown above it. Wing noticed the shadows as the person came into her view.
“Sly,” whispered Wing.
Sly seemed to have heard her as he turned his head towards her, still in the trance like state. Wing looked concerned when she noticed this.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” asked Wing.
Sly just give her a small smile before kneeing down to the symbol. He put his hand on it and it suddenly glowed. Wing shielded her eyes as she watched Sly stand up. The symbol then opened, reveling to be a gate. Sly appeared to be floating down, much to Wing’s shock and horror.
Return of the scientists ch5"Lalna..." Lalna stood up in his cell.
"It hurts.... EVERYTHING HURTS" Strippin broke out crying and screaming.
"EVERYTHING'S BURNING EVERYTHING STINGS!!!" His boney fingers clawed into his arms and face. He began to pull at his hair as he kept on screaming for help and mercy. He looked at Lalna with red and puffy eyes. His body twitched uncontrollably
"You s-said everything was g-going to be a-alright... " Strippin sat there in his cell, against the back wall, staring at Lalna, as his last screams escaped him. Lalna reached out of his cell and grabbed the back of Livid's coat. He took his other hand and turned Livid's face to meet his own.
"You've killed two people, my friends, right in front of my eyes. When I get out, I promise to kill you." Lalna pulled him closer and banged his head against the bars.
"I wouldn't do that if I was you..." Lalna let go of Livid's labcoat and moved back as one of the giant dogs tried to make it's way into his cage.
"There, no more problems. Now,
Prinack: She took your WHAT?!?!She took your WHAT?!?!
Authors note; this takes place before "Interrupted Tension." But, enough about this, on with the show!
Spicer residence, 5:38 P.M.
"I can't believe you did that to me," Jack groaned, pulling his boxers back up. "Hmph. You just don"t want to admit that I was right," replied Princess, re-connecting the straps on her bra. "Whatever," Jack muttered, looking away. He hated to admit it, but she WAS right; What they'd just done was amazing beyond belief. Jack could feel his face go redder than his hair, so he quickly began to put his shirt back on to hide his blushing.
"We're gonna have to do this again, Jackie," Princess giggled, pulling up her panties at an agonizingly slow pace. "For the love of all evil, stop teasing me, Princess!" Jack moaned. "Awwww," Princess mock-whined, pulling her yellow shirt back on. Jack was looking for his socks, when a loud voice boomed outside his door. "Jack Spicer!" came the unmistakable voice of Omi, "We have come to take back our She
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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