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A New Life In A New ShellI need outta here. Now. Can't believe I'm trapped in this plastic freak for now, but I gotta find somebody before I'm stuck like this forever. Red hair, blue eyes, freckles that makes me seem retarded, this jacked-up height I am right now, plastic flesh, stupid overalls that doesn't feel like my grey suit I always wore, sleeves COVERED with rainbows that make me seem gay, kiddish, red shoes...will I be like this FOREVER?! I already miss my real body. Dark-brown, long hair, icy blue eyes, my suit & tie, my regular height at six-one, my boots.....I miss it all.
I'm gonna get Eddie, along with that hoe, Mike Norris. That curly-haired freak is gonna pay for this. Can't believe he bailed on me like that, leaving me there, all on my own with that other idiot! I'm gonna get them both, NO MATTER WHAT!
I bet Tiff' already misses me. I know she does. I just wanted to wrap my arms around that body of hers. But now, she'll have to probably bend down the next time we hug each other.
Sorrow Takes OverMemories....I miss them from my past. I sense things that relate to them, & I began to cry. 'Sorrow' is written over my face, but how can 'Happiness' appear?
I miss having that time with my relatives.....we always had fun with each other. I miss the great moments we had.....laughing, entertaining, expressing at shocking moments, playing, & many others. Nobody can take me to the light of Magnificence. I wish there was a person who could, & if they can, I'd bless them.
It seems like I'm being pulled away from what I love to what I loathe, & it seems like the sunshine can't brighten my emotions. I wish those feelings never occurred to me, but they did for a purpose.
When will I see the light of Magnificence? If I do sometime, then that'll be the day when 'Happiness' replaces 'Sorrow' on my face.
Charles Lee Ray: Chapter TwoAs Charles sat in his home, thinking about what his parents told him. He wondered what his experiences would be like. He wondered what school he'd go to & what it would be like. He wondered if he would meet somebody new. He wondered if his life would change. He was in a bad mood, but he knew Eddie was coming along with him.
"Mom, when are we movin' out?", Charles asked his mother.
"Oh. Uhh...sometime this week", she responded, sighing because of her confusion.
The next day, Charles began packing his stuff. He smiled as he thought about getting away from his school, which was pure crap to him. He always hated his teachers throughout the years, & he wondered if the teachers at a elementary school in New York would have any respect towards him. "Joy to the world!", he called out, nice & loud for his parents to hear.
Eddie walked up to Charles's house, reminding him that he was also getting ready to move to New York. "Oh, Eddie", Charles said, "how's life gonna be w
The Ugly BarnacleThere once was an ugly barnacle, who always sat around watching the beautiful people. He was SO ugly, when people took a small look at him, their faces puffed up into this ugly, dark, reddish-pink.
One day, the Ugly Barnacle called his doctor, who was also ugly. "Doctor, I'm tired of being ugly. I want to be so beautiful, people'll stare at me ALL day. I also want to be beautiful because I feel like an old fart.", he claimed. "Well, I'm going to make you SO beautiful, people WILL stare at your face", he responded.
The very next day, the Ugly Barnacle went to his doctor's office. He said, "Hey, Doctor! I'm ready to be beautiful!"
"Oh, hiya. Getting ready for you. You have to pay me extra because I have to see that face for about twelve hours", he said, getting his expensive supplies ready.
"Now, hop up into this chair, lay back, & relax. I will now put you asleep."
The Ugly Barnacle did as his doctor said & closed his eyes as he shook. The doctor soon sprayed Wacky Gas, which kn
Here's My Message To All People:If you (are): White, black, tan, green, purple, red, blue, pink, lesbian, stupid, mean, ugly, fat, nice, beautiful, cool, abusive, bald, gothic, emo, scene, scary, have a scarred/stitched face, wear too much make-up, bullied, a bully, famous, poor, rich, lonely, mental, dirty, clean, ratchet, bloody, single, married, sick, retarded, awful, japanese, chinese, canadian, irish, plastic, sharp, dull, round, cuss, drunk, tired, fiction, non-fiction, sing bad, blessed, cursed, bad, cold, hot, heartless, hairy, holy, sexual, good, young, old, shy, quiet, loud, different, unique, or anything else, I'll be kind to you. No matter what.
God love us all equally. If people find you ugly, God find you beautiful through his loving eyes.
Nobody is perfect, as learned off & on. Remember, you're special in any kind of form(s).
You're loved by someone, & those people have hearts of gold. Haters have hearts of coal.
Don't judge others. The Lord will bless you with a heavy heart.
Charles Lee Ray: Chapter OneCharles came home from school, those days that continue in a process. His mother was sitting on the couch, looking happy, which was strange to Charles, because she was always exhausted. "Charles, honey", she called, "would you come in here for me please?" he moaned, almost complaining about not wanting to walk into the living room to see his mother as told to. "Please tell me this is good.", he said, muttering under his breath. Charles's mother pulled out a small piece of paper, with interesting prints on it. "Charles, how about you take a good look at this 'sheet of paper'?", his mother asked.
Charles took it out of her bare hands, flipping it over, & studied it. Afterwards, his blue eyes widened. "HOLY.MOTHER.FUDGER" he said, full of astonishment. That 'sheet of paper' was a check, a check with one-MILLION dollars! He was so full of astonishment, his pants fell down onto the ground, displaying his dark blue boxers infront of his mother. This was major news to share wit
Charles Lee Ray: PrologueCharles Lee Ray is an eleven-year-old boy who has an interesting personality. Little do people know about his temper problems. His shoulder-length hair & light blue eyes never attracted anybody, not even his parents. Not that he wasn't good-looking, nobody noticed it. He was in the fifth grade, getting ready for sixth grade to arrive after the long, summer break. He gets bullied & abused in school. One time, he knocked out an older boy who was about twelve or thirteen when he was ten. All he wanted was to live life with a happy ending. He wishes his life was a little bit better, even though a section of his life was paradise. He wished his parents would respect him. He really wanted a partner. Someone who can heal his wounds, & help him out when he needs the support. It seems nobody was ever there for him.
The next day, Charles changed into a black shirt with grey sleeves, baggy jeans, & black boots. He began walking down his grey, neighborhood street on the way to clas
Unbelieveable MomentLilah, a sixteen-year-old girl, was at a party. All night long it went on. She attends out the door, approaching to her parents' car, because she knew she had to go to school the very next morning. She was the intelligent, sweet kind of person. She made responsible choices & got good grades in school. Lilah was such a beautiful girl. She had bright-red straight hair, dark brown eyes, freckles, & glasses. Everybody loved her.
"Oh boy! I sure am tired tonight! A little rest will help." Said Lilah, resting her head on her seat in her parents' large, shiny black car. She sat next to her seventeen-year-old sister, Vicky. She was a complete opposite of Lilah. She was rude & got so many awful grades in school. She wasn't beautiful like her sister. She had black hair, & bright blue eyes. She HATES her sister, & everybody hated her. "You suck butt-crack, Lilah." Vicky said, so jealous because she didn't get to go to that party. "I
Random Junk(Wow. Somebody's already laughing, & we haven't even started the poem yet!!)
This poem is based on humor, Try not to laugh,
There's a llama on a giraffe.
Oh snap, I saw aluminum foil,
Uh-oh. I think I just ate soil.
Hey, I just saw Harry Styles,
Never mind, he's out there for miles.
"MY TURN! MY TURN!" Says the young boy.
NO!! You're such a fail (oops...that didn't rhyme).
I went to the kitchen, & I saw a snack,
When I went over to it, it said, "YOU SUCK BUTT-CRACK!"
"IMA MURDER THAT COUCH!" Says the crazy murderer.
"How about the door, DER." Said a voice.
"I'M ON FIYAH!" Hollered the weirdo,
"I CAN SOLVE THAT! I'LL CALL YOU MIYAH!" Said the retard.
A boy put ketchup on his shirt to make people think he's dead,
"HEY EVERYONE! I'M DEAD!" The secret was spre
Cat!BTT X Reader - Transformed -Part 3
Cat! BTT X Reader
Part 3 of 4- Contest Prize for :iconanger-problems:
A week went by after the ‘accident’ and you had begun to worry now. Sure they could talk now…. But that was still….. weird. Garfield was a liar…. Talking cats were weird. Arthur would be back to check up on the 4 of you tomorrow, and hopefully he would have the reverse spell.
It was late now and you sat on your couch watching whatever program was on. One of the trio members would occasionally go “STOP! I like this movie.” Or “NO (NAME)! This show is great!”
You would just roll your (eye color) and wait until one of them playfully attacked the other and than would start channel surfing again.
“It’s getting late…. You should start to head bed chica. Its getting late.” Spain said and looked at you, green eyes looking into yours.
You glanced at the clock and saw it was past midnight. “Hmmm…..” You nodded and c
Cat!BTT X Reader - Transformed -Part 4 (FINAL!)
Cat! BTT X Reader
Part 4 of 4- Contest Prize for :iconanger-problems:
You glanced around, eyeing the men around you, distrusting eye’s making contact with theirs.
“ Full house.” Antonio eyed and placed his cars down.
“Ugh, Three of a kind….” Francis sighed.
“Hehe,” Gilbert moved his eyebrows up and down. “Four of a Kind…”
“Uh! No way!” Antonio cried and looked at the 4 Aces Gilbert placed on your dining room table.
“Looks like I von again!” Gilbert yelled happily.
“Not so fast mon ami, (Name) ‘as not yet put ‘er cards down and zhat smirk is saying somezhing.” Francis eyed you.
“As if she has somezhing zhat could beat zhing awesome me!” He said arrogantly.
“Oh really?” You began, arrogance taking over your voice, “Not even a Straight Flush?”
You placed your king, queen, jack, 10 and 9 of hearts down and smiled.
AtC: OverprotectiveThe familiar squeak of the hinge as you pushed open Rivaille's door made you smile as you entered, watching as your husband looked up from the window he was standing at. He glanced at you for a moment without greeting before turning back to whatever has captured his interest down in the courtyard below.
A playful smile danced on your lips as you strode over to where your husband stood, hands folded behind his back.
"I brought you lunch." You declared, setting a small basket of groceries down on the surface of his desk. Rivaille did not look up. You paused for a moment, observing him.
His brow was furrowed in an expression of frustration or mild anger, you weren't sure. His mouth was a taut line, his eyes half lidded as he stared down at the courtyard.
"What are you looking at?" You asked, though you already knew. You wandered over to the window, placing a small peck on Rivaille's cheek before gazing down into the courtyard.
A young lady, with dark feathery
Grub!Karkat x Reader
…Karkat. Oh lord. I went to pick him up out of the basket by his cute wittle candy red grub body, only to have him bite the hell out of my finger. “HOLY SHIT OW GOD DAMN IT KARKAT WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?!?!?!” I screeched, sucking on the bitten finger while glaring right back at the little grub. His pure red eyes were kind of alarming though. I was about to punish him when I heard him sniffle. I sighed, dropped my hand, and gently massaged his head, being wary of his horns. When he started to purr, I carefully picked him up and held him to my chest, like you would a baby. I thought he might bite again, but he didn’t; he just snuggled up to me, while looking me directly in the eye. “Sleepy my little guy?” He squeaked, and began nibbling on my shirt. I silently giggled, and made my way to our bedroom. I slipped him into the slime after giving him a quick reminder to not ingest that crap,
EnglandxReader- Just My RoommateYou pulled your tattered (f/c) coat closer to you as you walked down the streets, lit only by lanterns. You were just wandering around aimlessly, not having anywhere else to go. Your parents had decided to kick you out and you didn’t have any friends since you had recently moved to this neighborhood. Your breath billowed out in clouds of steam and you rubbed your arms, this cold was not making your situation any better.
“Well, at least things can’t get any worse,” you muttered to yourself. Than you felt two people roughly put their hands on your shoulders. Me and my big mouth, you thought as they led you into a darkened alley. They turned you around and you saw to men in hoods, and a shadow was cast so you couldn’t make out their faces.
“Hand over your valuables and you don’t get hurt.” One of them growled, and you suppressed the urge to laugh. You had no valuables.
“I wish, but I don’t have anything. But if
as sweet as you: Secret punk!readerX2P!England“Ugh, the moment I get home she is dead!” you muttered angrily, while driving home.
You were just going out to get some groceries for whatever you would deem worthy as diner for that evening, but what you just heard had made you seriously consider spiking your sister's food.
Your parents were pretty much always away for work, so you had been the one raising your sister since your were about 15. in the beginning you denied any sort of responsibility, trying to somehow get your parents' attention back. You got your ears pierced and dyed your hair until it looked like you would have had to strangle a unicorn and take it's mane to get that hair-color, but they didn't even seem to mind.
Eventually you gave up and tried to be a good “parent” for your sister, who had grown impossibly introverted and considered her best friend a better sister than you. You often regretted your relationship, but whenever you told yourself you'd change you came face to face with her and y
Watch your step - Loki x Blind!OC
Watch your step - A Loki x Blind!OC drabble
Summary: Having lost her sight during the New York attack, a young girl deals with living in large city. Returning home one evening, she bumps into a stranger.
She was walking down the sidewalk, moving her walking stick in front of her to ensure that she wasn't going to bump into something or fall into a hole (not that it would be the first time it happened, anyways). She sighed lightly, feeling the chill evening breeze play in her hair. Pulling her jacket closer, suddenly her walking stick slipped, causing her to stop dead in her tracks. Listening closely, she tried to figure where it had fallen before she turned to the right, took a step and instead of bending down, she bumped into something.
Or...someone. From what she could sense, a tall person was standing right in front of her. She assumed she had bumped into their back because she felt movement as soon as she touched them as then she almost
Throwing Punches (Thor x Reader One Shot)The punching bag swayed slightly as you battered it with a barrage of sloppy punches. You hadn’t spoken a word since the attack on New York, since you’d learned Coulson had died, and the Avengers were starting to worry. As a skilled tactician and a deadly martial artist, you’d been with the initiative from the start, a Shield agent paralleled only by Hawkeye and Black Widow.
You attacked the punching bag angrily and without proper form, ignoring the pain it caused your unwrapped wrists and fingers. There was only one person who could get through to you when you were like this and it just happened to be the very man you were grieving. Coulson had been the family you had never had, the friend you always wanted, and the mentor that you desperately needed.
The chains holding the bag up groaned as you landed a particularly forceful punch. You hated Fury for using his death as fuel for the fight. You hated Steve for not signing his trading cards before he died. You hated Lo
Cleaning and Sabotage Part 2 (Levi x Reader)“___, get back here!”
You giggle –or at least try to, in between huffs and gasps. “You’ll have to catch me first!” You shout back teasingly.
Levi doesn’t even bother to reply, but his pace quickens as he rapidly closes the distance between the two of you. Maybe it’s just your imagination, but you can see his eyes gleaming like a predator who’s found its prey, and his lips curled into a cold, calculating smile. You gulp, turning forward and pushing as much power as possible into your legs.
Unfortunately, you couldn’t keep this up forever. Your breath was coming out in heavy gasps now, and it felt like your lungs were going to explode. You could feel your muscles weakening, and your speed gradually slowing down. You figured you had at most a minute left before your legs would completely give out.
And judging by the threats streaming from behind you, you did not want to get caught by him.
Then, out of the corner of
Not AloneThere was once a young girl, Shiloh Angel Ray, one of the children of the killer doll couple, Chucky & Tiffany Ray. She was born many years after her older sister's death, also named after her. Her sister died by the cause of a sickening, which her mother, who cramped in pain, also had when she was pregnant with her. At that moment, Shiloh lived with her other relatives, twins Glen & Glenda, but never had she done so with her other sister.
One morning, it was her older sister's deceased birthday. The doll couple was very angry, yet upset about it, but they were angry with each other also. "Your fault our daughter's dead.", the scarred doll angrily scowled at his wife. "MY FAULT?! HOW? I didn't do anything to hurt her! Maybe it was YOU!", the bridal doll claimed. "HUH? Didn't do a thing to hurt her!", he claimed, aggravated.
"NEITHER DID I, WUSS!", she screamed, also aggravated.
Shiloh walked into the room, hearing words from the argument. She was wondering why they
on old sanzu - absolutely true fictionlast fall i stole my friend down by the tama river. we sang. we danced. we skipped dead fish like rocks and watched them get swallowed by the undertow. we got sick off of bad chinese food and went skinny-dipping and then a week later she drowned herself.
her uncle was a yakuza, i think, but he really just wanted to be al pacino or something. anyway, she loved him a lot. maybe that’s why she went down the way she went down; cement shoes. not real cement, but it was the same idea. she had two cloth bags with yellow-painted cinderblocks inside, and they were tied to her ankles like the prisoners’ chains from o brother where art thou.
in my mind’s eye i can see her, limping dreadfully close to the edge of the current, her left hand gripping at her breasts through a loose t-shirt. kneeling by the wastelands, elbows in the gravel, crawling forward out into the water. angry like a dermis under wool, all teeth and salt and sand. sleepy, submissive, sublimated.
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