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Despair No other way Black Despair
No other way
That won't go away.
Death Through the Eyes of A ChildDeath Through the Eyes of A Child
By Mackenzie Smith
A Paranorman story
Aggie Prenderghast's P.O.V
I was lead to my death.
The heavy chains rattled softly as each step was walking towards my last.
I felt those people's eyes burning holes through my back.
It hurt to see people who came wanting to watch me die.
But the eyes of my mother hurt me the most, knowing the heart stabbing feeling in her chest as she would soon see her baby girl be hung to death.
I saw her crying a river as crystal tears kept streaming down her pale face.
I wanted to be at home again.
A simple yet meaningful word that home is a place where you're safe from harm and with your family and no one can tear you away from them.
All I wanted at that moment was to be in my cozy, warm, wooden bed with my mommy smiling at my bed side as she told me wondrous stories of adventures or mermaids or angels above.
But instead I'm here. My life on a silver platter. They pushed me up t
Once ler Strange Things are Happening
For :iconBlazedNemoryInk: and :iconbv99: as a gift for being my pals. And to every one that watches me this is also for you.
'I was on top of the world living high,was right in my pocket'
Once ler walked through the halls. He passed his to big to fail poster and took out his golden watch. He passed by his mom to where his office was. His two brothers opened the doors for him. He sat in his chair.
'I was living the life things were just the way they should be.'
He examined his tiny model of thneedville when a familiar voice distracted him.
"So how are things?"
'When from out of the sky like a bomb comes some little punk in a rocket.'
"You,what are you doing here!?"
"Do you feel it yet,feel that hole deep inside you,or do you still need more?"
"Look! If you have a problem,with what I'm doing,then why haven't you used your,quote em quote,'POWERS', to stop me?!"
"Like I said that's not how it works."
"Oh right I forgot,you're a fraud,I need you,to get out NOW!"
"Why? Do I make y
A Lorax Christmas Carol CharactersThis was a real dream that occurred. And it was awesome. And no O'Hare is not scrooge. But i can make one like that later,but we are getting off task. Allow me to introduce the characters if I may. The roles are based iff the movie. I found that out today while i looked it up. They will be called by their Lorax names given by the people of the fandom,illumination,and of course dr. Seuss.
I'm going to guess on some because the internet won't tell me everything.
Scrooge: Greed ler
Jacob Marley: Once ler's dad
Scrooge's nephew: (it will not be his nephew but friend.) The Lorax.
Scrooge's buisnesss partner: Norma
Tiny Tim: Ted
Tiny Tim's Mom: Helen
Other characters through out here: Audrey,and the animals and Greed ler's family
Ghost of Christmas past: Oncie as a little boy
Ghost of Christmas present: Oncie before he sold the thneed.
Ghost of what is to come: I believe old Once ler but I couldn't tell, I saw the height and heard the voice so I'll just say it was.
Now I'm going to write thi
Once ler's regret(This was a video originally on YouTube. By hiccupsanddragons)
'Everywhere I turned I heard someone,but there's nothing i can say to change the things I've done.'
He'd done it. He'd screwed up. He had made it big and was popular and loved by everyone. He was consumed by his own greed. Blinded to the fact that what he was doing WAS bad. But he was to far gone. And by the time he realized this mistake,it was to late. The last Truffula tree fell. And along with it his empire. He stared at the empty valley,that once was beautiful,but was destroyed,by him. He held the firest one chance of survival in his hands,he could have stopped it. But he didnt. And now he watches his family drive away after his mom, right in front of him, told his brother Bret that he was her new favorite child. Before that she said he had let her down. These words stabbed him on the heart,like daggers digging into flesh creating an agonizing feeling.
Then he realized,his mom was never proud of him,not even
Be careful what you wish for the story
Chapter 2: Home?
(Cause let's face it,I'm not liking how i draw once ler.)
I awoke. As usual hugging my covers with beans in them. I pretend they are once ler,cause I have a huge crush on him.
I realize something very wrong. This is not my room,this is not my bed,and this is not my...
I look up to see the once ler,sleeping peacefully. I'm hugging the Once ler,I'm freakin hugging the Once ler.
I pinch myself. "Ouch." I whispered quietly.
Ok,I'm not dreaming. I'm not dreaming.
Apparently he doesn't know and he pulls me closer. If i could have seen my face it probably would have looked as red as a tomatoe.
He turns so his head is faceing my direction. He hugs me. And I'm thinking. 'Does this guy dream about,love or something.'
I did the only thing I could and instead of freaking out I snuggled closer so my head is laying on his chest.
His eyes fluttered open smileing that goofy smile of his.
He looked down and saw me. He didn't freak out. He smiled brightly. As if he knew me or something.
Once ler and Hope The sound of music lorax request
Chapter 8: Every time we Touch
She stood there. In silence. If she could talk she would still have stood there in udder and complete silence.
The woman by the once ler had a face,full of mixed emotions. Sadness,hapiness,love,and even Hope.
The woman walked up to her.
"Hope,is that you?"
She reached out a hand and Hope moved backwards towards the wall.
She shook her head. Disbelief and fear,and even terror was written across her now pale face.
"N-n-no-o." Hope whispered.
Once ler's face was of complete and utter shock.
'9 years, of scilence.'
9 years ago~
Once ler had just gotten out of school. He was going to go vist Hope.
She wasn't at school that day. She never missed a day of school so he thought she was sick. He actually had gotten the class to make her a get well card. It was hard enough to get their undivided attention let alone have them take a glance at him to acknowledge his presence. But he had gotten the class to make her a card.
He knocked on the door. Her moth
Once ler and Hope the sound of music lorax request
Chapter 7: FOUND
A knock came from the door.
He tried to turn the knob. It was locked.
"I-i didnt lock the door."
"Hope can you unlock the door?"
"Hope its me!!!" Said the woman.
The knob turned. "Hope?"
2 men stood at the door. "Oh is this your house? We-we thought it was someone elses."
"What would you be doing in someone else's house anyway?"
"We're looking for a young woman."
"Oh,my gosh, you,you're them. You were the ones that took me. Y-you stay away from me and ny family,you hear me?"
Their eyes went wide.
"Oh my,heh,look how big youve gotten."
"Look get out and we won't tell the cops."
"What's so funny?"
"Well missy,we aren't here for trouble,we are here for this."
They showed her a picture.
"That doesn't explain you kidnapping me 9 years ago."
"We needed to you know,have something to stall the girl with so we could get it but when you escaped I immediately thought you ran back to the house. But I guess not."
"Where is she?"
"We don't know. But we'
Once ler and Hope The sound of music lorax request
Chapter 6: The forgotten photo
She ripped her arm from his. "This is madness. You think you have my sister,out of the thousand autistic kids in the world,she is her. That's crazy."
"I-I have proof!" He stood tall and determined. She rolled her eyes. "Fine,but its probably not her."
He could tell it was her. It had to be. It just had to.
He took her too his wagon.
He searched through his wagon.
"Come on its got to be in here some where!"
"If your so determined she is my little sister what does she look like.
"Well her eyes change colors depending on what shes wearing but they are usually green.
Her hair is red. Almost brownish.
She is petite and skinny. And used to love to play dress up.
She carries around a silver like flute and plays the most beautiful tones."
She said barely.
"Aha! Here it is!"
He pulled out an old photo.
"It's uncanny! Its,its her! Oh my god its her its her! My baby sister. Oh my God! Thank you! Thank you!"
She tearfuly hugged him.
"I have s-so
Me and my BF talk: Autobots, Decepticons and shipsEric (BF): "I still don't think so. They're robots. They can't love."
Alia (Me): "But they feel anger, sorrow, happiness, and they can even get drunk. How can they not love?"
Eric: "They can't get drunk."
Alia: "What about the Constructobots?"
Eric: "..Don't you mean Constructicons?"
Alia: "Oh yeah.."
Eric: "They turned into Decepticons, remember?"
Alia: "Yeah. I remember now."
Eric: "And also, they were born drunk. They were built with the personality of a drunk man."
Alia: "No, they were born with the personality of a man who likes to get drunk."
Eric: "Wait, how do they get drunk? They can't drink beer or tequila."
Alia: "They have oil. Logic, Eric. Logic."
Eric: "There is no logic right now. I don't understand."
Alia: "No human logic, your right about that. But we're straying away from the real subject here."
Eric: "But they can't love, Ali. That's just not in their power source."
Alia: "It's called a spark."
Eric: "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Can you think of
Chacha - Birthday SpeechPart I: Introduction
Chacha, this is a little something I wrote for you and only you. See, I’m trying to become a writer, and this is a few paragraphs of writing to show how much I care and love you. I’d just like to say thank you, by the way. Some of my youngest memories as a child, well, you pop up into them. Again, thank you.
Part II: Chacha
In all years of my life, my grandmother, Chacha, has been there the whole time. I’ve known her forever, and now, she’s going to be 90. I have a ton of memories of Chacha, as far back as I can remember. It makes sense; I’ve known her my whole life.
One of the clearest memories I have of Chacha is when I tried, cough cough, tried to spend the night in the loft in her house. I had gotten ready at my house, stuffing a few necessities in my dad’s puke-smelling duffle bag. (I swear, someone threw up in there or something. Yuck.) It was getting dark outside, and even a bit chilly. I had eaten dinner at
LEGO NINJAGO SEASON 3FOR PEOPLE WHO LOVE THE CARTOONNETWORK NINJAGO SERIES MARK YOUR CALENDERS FOR THIS EVENT!
SEASON 3 OF NINJAGO
AIRS: NOV. 17TH 2012
EPISODE 1: DARKNESS SHALL RISE
EPISODE 2: PIRATES V.S NINJA
EPISODE 3: DOUBLE TROUBLE
EPISODE 4: NINJABALL FUN
EPISODE 5: CHILD'S PLAY
EPISODE 6: WRONG PLACE WRONG TIME
EPISODE 7: THE STONE ARMY
EPISODE 8: THE DAY NINJAGO STOOD STILL
EPISODE 9: THE LAST VOYAGE
EPISODE 10: ISLAND OF DARKNESS
EPISODE 11: THE TICKING CLOCK
EPISODE 12: THE OVER LORD COMETH,(SPOILER LLOYDE MIGHT KILL GARMODON IN THIS EPISODE DUE TO DESCRIPTION.)
EPISODE 13: THE ULTIMATE SPINJITSU MASTER,(ONE LAST SPOILER,GARMODON IS DEAD IN THIS EPISODE.)
I WILL UPDATE WITH MORE NEWS LATER.
The Panic Room (A Supernatural One-Shot)“Dean…? Dean?”
The name felt like lead on Sam’s tongue, so thick and heavy that he wasn’t sure if the syllable had actually made it past his lips.
The only reason he was aware of something cutting into his neck was the trail of red that was marking a small pathway against the stark fabric of his shirt. The dark suit and tie that usually accompanied the white-collared look were missing, but he couldn’t remember why.
His brother’s name seemed to drop soundlessly into the dark space before him. Everything felt heavy. Dull. Maybe he was dreaming.
But dreams shouldn’t smell of dust and abandonment. They shouldn’t be framed by cobwebs and wallpaper so aged that their floral design has faded into funeral bouquets. They shouldn’t have flickering candlelight and robed figures looking down on you.
No, dreams shouldn’t be like that.
But Winchesters don’t have dreams. They have nightmares. Sam smile
A Turning Point in the Clockwork WarA war of attrition
depends on supply and drawdown,
how much you have and how much you use up.
With personnel, the balance concerns
the influx of recruitment versus
the outflow of casualties, deserters, invalids.
There is only so much loss
that a fighting force can sustain
and still fight.
Pilot Claude Archer was the first
to challenge his invalid discharge.
"I don't need legs to fly," he said,
patting the healed stumps of his thighs.
"My Osprey runs on elbow grease."
The members of the discharge board
paused and looked at each other.
What he said was true.
The Osprey-class fighter jets
relied on hand controls,
and a sharp eye and iron nerve.
Fingers flicked through the stack
of discharge papers -- so many, many pages.
So many soldiers lost, never to fight again.
They could not afford to let slip even one
who might be retained, somehow,
to face the front line once more.
Far less could the war effort spare
one of its best pilots.
So they put Pilot Archer back on the roster,
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