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Reality's EdgeI know that a lot of people tend to believe that mirrors are a certain kind of portal to another world; a world that was just like ours, yet somewhat... corrupted. Just a little bit out of place. It all looked the same; there wasn't a thing out of place. And yet, still, there would always be that feeling as if something weren't quite right, not quite the way it should be. Like the way one might feel when they knew they were supposed to remember something but couldn't remember exactly what. I always figured it might feel like that.
But that's not all of it. Some people also believe that that reflection in the mirror, that one that looks just like you, isn't you at all. It's some sort of monster. One that wants nothing more than to trade places with you so you will live the rest of your life in the corrupted world and so it can live your life, steal your real friends, real family, and you know what will happen? You'll become that reflection. You'll simply be mirroring the life of that th
A PoemA Poem
Always changing, never the same;
Always different, but always vibrant.
Not a day goes by
When she's not being completely,
This is a poem
About someone who will never
In their life
Be someone who they aren't.
The Dress of Change (Request)
“Hey, where are you going, Carl?”
“Oh, uh, you know, home.”
I cringe as Scott Young presses me against a fence. You know, just one day without this sort of abuse would be nice. Just one day.
“You made me flunk my History test, smartass! How many times do I have to tell you to make your answers visible?”
“I tried!” I exclaim, “Dude, Mrs. Grier has the eyes of a hawk. Both of us could’ve gotten detention!”
“I could care less about detention,” Scott sneers, “I have it almost every day anyway. YOU, on the other hand, need to man up! Better both of us take the fall than me getting an F!”
“I’m not done,” my aggressor cuts in, “Listen, do I need to remind you why we’re having this talk?”
Marvin was someone who rarely got into trouble or altercations with anybody. He wasn't one to start arguments or get anybody angry with him, since he was a rather timid and shy person himself. Plus, he didn't have the best stature to stand up against a fight, if he ended up in one. Of course, someone he knew years ago was sent to prison because of something that happened between them. Marvin had accidentally spilled a can of worms about one his friends cheating on another one of his friends. Because of it, his friend was literally out to kill him because he destroyed potential happiness. Since then, he's been in prison.
It was another crisp afternoon in October. Marvin was in a cafe, toying around with a new tablet he'd bought. He was sitting on a sofa, sipping from a bottle of tea he'd bought. He looked up, seeing two police cars and a nice looking car following behind. He smiled, thinking back to something that used to make him smile about cops and donuts. T
EWL Payback - TGOh man it’s Friday night and nothing to do but sit down and keep typing away at the big story of mine. The thought of finishing it loomed in the back of my head as I opened up the word document and looked over at all that I’ve written these past few months. I smile while slowly scrolling down through almost thirty pages worth of work till I get to the bottom and see where I had previously left off.
Just as I start typing away at the keys on the mechanical keyboard I see the blinking cursor move backwards, deleting letter by letter, then word by word. I gasped and looked down to see if the backspace key was stuck and after pushing it a few times I realized it wasn’t me that was deleting my own work but something else. I frantically started hitting the undo button to try and save my work from being removed from existence. Once that didn’t work I basically said to hell with it and closed the document and when prompted to save any changes I immediately clicked no an
Child!Prussia x child!reader: first kissI do not own hetalia or you
((Okay so in this Ludwig is Gilbert's older brother so yeah enjoy))
I sat in the back seat watching out the window as all the trees flew by. I groaned...today I have to go to daycare...why would I want to do that when I could stay at home with my big brothers Alfie and Mathew? "Daddy! Why can't u stay at home with Alfie and Mattie?" I asked looking at my British father driving. He looked at me in the rear view mirror. "Because their at school love." He said. "Do I have to go to school?" I asked. He chuckled and nodded. "Yes poppet, at one point you need to go to school." He said. I huffed and watched as we pulled up to the daycare that I toured with my daddy last month.
My dad got me out of the car and held my hand as we walked though the doors only to be greeted by a woman with bright green eyes and pretty blonde hair who was known as Ms. Belgium. "Oh! Hello Arthur! Hello (name)! You look so pretty today! Did your daddy get you all dressed up
Gaea The Goddess (WG) 4"You wanted to see me, Gaea?"
Wu stood off to her right as Tabitha waddled into the room, pulling back the curtain of shells, beads and sea glass so that the former warrior may enter. The dark, bark-colored walls wrapped around this circular room, and it surely had been a spacious room at one point, but with piles upon disorganized piles of empty food containers, boxes and jars filled with miscellaneous items, keepsakes and mementos collected from around the world, a few old sheets and clothes, and a skeleton taking up said space, it felt just a tiny bit on the cramped side of things. For a big girl like Tabitha, it was a poor setting to be stuck in. Gaea was slouched in a chair constructed from the interweaving stems of several enormous sunflowers. She seemed only half-awake, lazily munching on handfuls of roasted seeds and nuts while staring straight ahead at nothing. Maybe she was in some sort of trance, or she was simply feeling gloomy. When Wu announced Tabitha's presence, Gaea su
New Personality TG I have been making gaming YouTube videos for over two years now. I put effort in and give my few fans what they want to see. I had 34 subscribers and each video received barely 20 views. I wanted to keep making content for the internet to enjoy, but was giving up on my gaming.
In hopes of finding new ways of creating more popular content, I asked my friends and family. My friends had little to say; I don't tend to get along with my classmates. I asked my siblings and cousins my age and none of them had any ideas, until I made contact with a fairly distant female cousin, Thalia. She was 3 years older than me and had a small beauty and occasional vlogging channel with nearly 3000 subscribers. I emailed her and she invited me over the following week.
She lived about 20 minutes away so I took the bus. I knocked and she hurried me inside excitedly. 'No-one's going to be around for a few hours,' She said before taking me up to her room. 'Would your parents be cool with t
TG Caption This: The Tree of Rebirth!
If there was a word for someone who had so much reverence for the natural world it was nearly a religion, that word applied to Ashton. Rare was the day that didn’t find him out exploring the undeveloped land around his home, wandering for hours even at the expense of his studies and social life. Nothing else mattered so long as he could feel the sun on his skin and smell the life all around him. Sometimes it felt like nature itself was his companion on those afternoon jaunts. The sun in rustling leaves was the face of his companion, and the babbling of streams her voice.
Of course, he was uniquely placed for such a life, high in the wilderness of Northern California. There were less than a thousand other people in the “city” he lived in, and a good half of them (including his parents) were too high or drunk to be aware of anything outside of themselves. The other half worked in the metal foundry that was the only reason the town existed, living from paycheck to payche
TG Caption This: The Tree of Rebirth!
Right now, Harley found himself at the entrance of a garden temple. Only days before he had nearly been killed by a sadistic band of Murderers known as the Laughing Coffins. He had fought them at first, but later ran away knowing the futility of being killed; death is permanent. Lonely, Disorientated and separated from his friends, it was only by chance that he had managed to stumble upon a neglected path. It ran for miles into forests, through valleys and under a mountain, but never did he even think of turning back. Eventually it took him to the base of a gargantuan and fruit-laden tree. Harley sparsely had any supplies of his own left and he knew he would have to scale it if he wanted to survive. It took him 2 days and 3 nights to climb leaving his hands red, raw and bleeding. Late in the morning of the third day he managed to clamber up into the canopy of the tree and to his surprise, along with a beautiful array of fruits, he found a wooden garden temple growing from the tree itse
Death Battle: Brainiac vs. Ultron
Roy: Well it looks like our combatants are set, we have taken everybody's thoughts into consideration and have analyzed all of the facts.
Ivan: Let's get ready for a battle of Marvel and DC's evil geniuses.
Roy: So as we always say-
Ivan: IT'S TIME FOR A DEATH BATTLE!!!
Another Large City That Has No Name
A group of people slowly formed in the middle of a large street. Something casted a shadow so large it engulfed the people and everything around them. They watched in horror as a skull-shaped ship loomed over them, it's tendrils flickering.
Brainiac was back again.
Brainiac, clad in his black cloak watched over the slowly growing group of bystanders in glee. He clasped both hands together as the large tendrils of his ship smashed into nearby buildings with full force.
Brainiac thought to himself about his previous encounters on Earth, relishing old memories of destroying and shrinking cities. However, Brainiac didn't know why the people were so scared in the first place.
Don't Leave MeShe sighs. "So what you're telling me is... You're still going to leave."
"At least a week."
"But... That's too long. I can't wait that long; I already miss you. Besides.. A week turns into two weeks, and that turns into a month... You know what happened last time... And you're leaving me..." She shakes her head in disbelief and turns away. She was never able to let him see her tears, whether they were happy tears, or sad tears, or just tears. He places a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I know, I know... Come with me, then."
He smiles. "We'll go there together so I don't have to leave you, okay?"
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