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[storywriter12]

Copia's sixth birthday 🎂

Little copia loved it when it was his birthday he always had the best day he had loads of birthday cards when he went to school,presents from the teachers and his big brother Terzo always got him the best presents and this year all what copia wanted was a pet rat, copia had been obsessed with rats now since omega and Terzo took him to see them at the zoo he loved them and in the pet shop too .Copia's little face lit up whenever he spoke about rats he even held one and he remembered to be very careful with it as it was placed in his tiny hands the rats fur was silky smooth the rats nose twitched,terzo thought it was the cutest thing ever

Since then thats all what copia has spoken about is rats and having them as pets terzo thought it was a faze but nope

It was a Tuesday morning and terzo came into Copia's room as quietly as possible the little boy was in bed sleeping suckling his thumb terzo smiled to himself as his hand stroked Copia's soft brown hair he leaned down to kiss his forehead

"Copia sweetheart time to wake up"

Terzo said as he lend back up the little boy started to move thats when terzo left him to wake up

When Copia's eyes opened he felt excited this was the day!he said in his head he removed the bed covers jumping up and putting his scooby doo slippers on he ran downstairs into the small living room on the floor was piles of gifts all for him he ran and opened them the big ones,the medium ones and the tiny ones each one he felt more disappointed he saw no cage or no rat he sat on the floor blinking the tears.away until his eyes couldn't hold them anymore thats when he cried terzo got up off the couch and knelt in front of him.

(Terzo)hay whats up?

Terzo questioned copia softly as the little boy cried terzo tried to remove his hands from his face but copia wouldn't let him

(Copia)no...no rat

He said in his little voice terzo wiped his tears away

Copia climbed into terzo's lap

But terzo never said anything which was odd to copia because his big brother always comforted him instead terzo scooped copia up in his arms putting him on his hip and walked upstairs with him

(Terzo)now I know that i wasnt big on the idea about you having a pet rat but I thought if you really wanted one today would be a great day to get you one ,I said turning my door knob

When terzo walked into the room copia screamed with joy as he wiggled to get out of Terzo's arms which he did put the little boy down. Copia ran to Terzo's bed jumping on it and looking into the big cage that was on the bed copia gently pulled back the bedding and underneath was a brown rat it looked right at copia and copia couldn't help but laugh he stroked the rats head and picked him up holding him gently in his arms

(Terzo)now copia you have to look after him, ok?

The little boy nodded happily

Copia put the little rat back into the cage and climbed back into terzo's lap he hugged him tightly

(Copia) thank you terzo I love you

(Terzo)It's ok. I love you too

(My notes)

I've just done this chapter. i need to do more chapters about cardi and his pet rats. i did one other chapter that one was about a wedding where copia loses his pet rat

[chaotic-fae-queen]

Divided Loyalties Update

Writing is hard! Chapter 5 refuses to be written but chapter 6 is happy and done (ish) and so is part of a chapter fairly far off but since I loved writing it, here it is. It’s a very rough version but the plot does thicken.

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“You died screaming, yet the monster who took your place was silent. You are a weapon and weapons do not weep.” The Queen threw these words like daggers at the crouched figure. Fate whispered to the Princess, her hair a curtain, hiding her face from view. “You cannot withstand the storm. Best give up.” But the Princess whispered back, “I am the storm!” She raised her head, “I will no longer be your weapon, mother.”

The Queen gestured around at her guards, weapons at the ready. “Don’t be ridiculous! You’re alone. There’s no way you can escape alive. Now, about your mission.”

The Princess realised she wasn’t alone. I wasn’t alone. I could feel them, they’re all ghosts. Fragments of people I’ve loved and lost. I am not alone! But mother was right about one thing, I am a weapon. A weapon she helped create and an unstoppable one at that.

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[storywriter12]

This is just something I came up with randomly

(about chapter) so James. Is dying him and house are somewhere in the world they talk about there first kiss and James wants his last kiss

One last kiss

He didn't mind helping him around the small home they shared, he didn't mind staying up all night watching him sleep making sure he was still breathing in the morning, but one thing he found hard was how ill he looked how white he was. How skinny he got he barely could walk around with out a wheel chair

Night

That night they chilled out on the sofa house got Wilson to smoke some weed which he hated doing but it would help him with the pain and to get him chilled out they watched tv as Wilson coughed more house wiped the blood away from his mouth

(Wilson) I'm sick of this I thought my last 5 months would be fun at least but no I said looking at house who had deep black bags under his eyes,

(house) stop whining you've got cancer it's normal I looked at the man whose eyes were sleepy come on let's talk about something

(Wilson) I coughed again taking the glass of water what house passed to me. I took a sip. What about? I asked he looked at me I coughed again "who was your first kiss?" he asked and I smiled. Her name was Emily. Our kiss was in a park. I was about thirteen. What about you?

(house) I don't remember my first kiss "everyone remember there first" I rolled my eyes mine was in the back of the cinema I think her name was Holly I said thinking, oh wait no that, was her best friend my bad I said he then laughed but coughed. Careful I said looking at him

(Wilson) I want one last kiss from someone I looked at him with hope, and hope in my heart "I could order a hooker for you?" noooo I want a kiss that is going to mean something to that person

Half a hour later

(house) it was getting late it was around 11:49pm I looked at James his eyes were closed he looked so pale it was hard seeing him like that my eyes traced all over his face his hair was wet from sweat, his skin was white but I remember when his skin was perfect. wait his skin is perfect and then I move down. To his lips which was a deep red I looked at them thinking what it would be like to kiss them lips I brushed some if his hair away from his eyes which was a little long and starting to go grey he moved opening his eyes a little to look at me he smiled

(Wilson) I'm glad that you are here Greg I'm glad that your my friend even though most of the time you mess up but I love you. "what?" he said in a whisper night "wait don't sleep yet!" he said slapping my leg lightly but I'm sleepy I complained

(house) just wait I said I moved my body a little more down leaning over to him when I was face to face I leaned in and kissed his lips softly , he lips was warm but nice

(Wilson) I wrapped one of my arms around him as tightly as I could, wanting to feel his body. the heat from him. His lips were so gentle I parted my lips and his tongue slipped in dancing with mine we both pulled away after a little bit he blushed as tears filled his eyes which I know he cried lately I'll catch him wiping them away when I wake from a nap, he rubbed his eyes shutting them I rested my head on his chest as his hands went through my hair softly, I've wanted that kiss for so long.... Why's it gotta happen now I said tears filling my eyes which I let down crying into his chest he never said anything but shushed me softly knowing he felt the same

(house) life is cruel but here. Now that's what counts,. sleep. I said as he sniffled a few minutes later he was a sleep, I love you i whisper

[no-c-riously]

"Father, you cannot send Jacob to take Sanctuary. He will destroy us. He is only a servant pretending to be royalty," I said.

I kept my eyes on my glass of wine, but the eyes that looked at me were the eyes of the King of the warrior Vallend. Was there anything I could say that could change his mind and not make him suspect my weakening? I lowered my gaze and tried to keep my voice from trembling. "A farming tool cannot be a sword, much less a sword be a farming tool."

Father threw down his fork and it skidded along the smooth table top to rest half way between us. "A farming tool can be sharpened to be deadly, but a sword that refuses to submit and be reforged will be broken and destroyed, good for nothing but to be burned out and thrown away with the dross," he said, his voice calm and better controlled than his actions.

My heart fluttured in my throat, my stomach knotted into itself, the depth of the anxiety in my belly as powerful as the pull of a black hole. Who could I pray to? Who I could I ask to keep him from seeing through me as he always had?

"There must be another way," I managed to say. "Please, Father."

He laughed, the sound cold and made of steel. I looked up at him, unsurprised by the lack of warmth in his eyes but still cut by the mercilessness in the look he gave me.

"Please?' Heema, when did you learn the disgusting act of begging?"

The smile dropped from his face, and the blankness I have only seen in him for his enemies filled his eyes as he looked at me. He stood to his feet and slowly walked over to where I sat on the far end of the table. Gently, he stroked my cheek with his fingers, but there was no warmth in him, his touch cold and impersonal.

"There is no one I trust more than you, not even Jacob, not even Naia," he said. "I have kept much from you, expected much from you because you are to rule our people in my stead. I forged you, turned you into what our people will need for the kingdom I leave behind." He drew back his fingers and I suffered the humility of the hard slap of his palm against my cheek. The royal signet ring wrapped around his forefinger tore through my skin and blood welled through the cut; warm, unwanted and laced with pain.

"But you give me disrespect and defiance. You refuse my orders to take our enemy's seat of power and yet you will not let anyone else do what you are too weak to do. Is this how you repay me? For all the strength I gave you, you only give me weakness?"

I looked up at him and felt fire burn through my stomach, cutting through the knots of anxiety like a sword through rope. "Weakness?" I spit out. His eyes widened at my response. "Sanctuary is not just another ship, some weak vessal to be overthrown and destroyed. You've sent me to eliminate the most protected colony in all of Union space. This is a suicide mission and you wish me dead," I said, making my voice sharp-edged. There was no softness in the Vallend, and I had been a fool to think I could use it on him. I held his gaze, the blood on my cheek seeped down to my chin. "If you insist on this, then do not send Jacob. He is weak but I am not. I will do it. I will do it for our people. For the Strength of the Vallend. But if I survive, I will destroy your throne and make it my own."

My father held my gaze and slowly drew his dagger and placed it against my neck. I waited to feel the blade pierce my skin, the metal cold against my pulse.

I openly challenged him, challenged his reign. I had made myself a threat. There was no truth to my outburst, but as my father looked at me, I believed every word.

A predatory smile split his face and placed his hand on my cheek again. His touch stung against my cut, and my blood coloured his palm.

"There is the ruler of the Vallend, there is the one I forged. There," he said, holding my gaze, "there is my daughter."

He turned from me and made his way to the door, sheathing his blade. Renak stepped out of the shadows, and held my gaze for a moment before he moved to fall in step behind his king.

"And Heema?" said my father, looking at me over his shoulder

"Yes, Father?"

"If you ever threaten me again, I will kill you myself."

"There would be no greater honour," I said and saluted him until he walked out of the room and the door slid shut behind him.

Sanctuary had less time than they knew, but I managed to gain them only a little bit more. If I followed through with my father's orders, he would have Jacob be my second, and there would be no room for me to sabotage the attack, no way to protect Sanctuary and the Watchers. There would be no way to pursue the Beacon and find their Watcher King.

I gripped the table and collapsed into my chair, the fire that gave me strength for defiance snuffed by the reality of my new circumstances.

It was time for me to leave.

It was time for me to betray the Vallend.

(-Random scene from "The King's Beacon", my current sci-fi WiP)

[stevie-vincent]

02-15-2017

chapter twelve, in which our hero, in hugging heather blue shirt, describes the air as imitation pancake syrup, car exhaust, and as metaphor for loneliness, asks the air why science hasn’t been able to crack artificial maple

[waterwriter061]

Splendor’s Teddy: That awkward moment

We were having a meeting with the whole CreepyPasta.

~Oh you touch my tralala~

~Hmm, my ding ding dong~

My eyes went wide as I took out my cell phone and switched it off. My cheeks heated up as BEN and Jeff started to laugh. Splendor had a confused look and I waved it off.

(Days later)

“Hey Teddy.” I looked at Jeff.

“Wanna touch my tralala?” BEN was laughing his ass off and I took out my book. I threw it at his face before walking away, embarrassed.

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I was listening to my song when shirtless Slender entered the living room the same timing ‘Sexyback’ was played. I quickly turned it off with pink cheeks as Slender coughed into his hand.

“…”

“It means nothing I swear!” I waved my arms as Eyeless Jack walked into the room.

“What did I miss?” I looked away.

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I was entering the living room and I called out for Jeff. I asked him about a few stuff before I turned around to go to Slender’s room.

~I like big butts and I cannot lie~

I stopped and turned as Jeff turned the stereo off in panic.

“Jeff…” He looked at me before I threw a book towards him.

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I was making milkshakes with the proxies when someone’s phone went off the same timing Laughing jack entered the room.

~My milkshakes bring all the boys to the yard~

I looked at Masky with a questioning gaze as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. We then started to laugh.

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I threw a book at BEN for being an idiot and was about to go out when his phone went off.

~Hit me baby one more time~

I glared at him menacingly before I took out another book.

“Hit you one more time eh?” Let’s just say he had to explain why his room was in a big mess.

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I was sitting with Jeff when shirtless E.J entered.

~Girl look at that body x3~

~I work out~

I face-palmed as I switched off the music. At least I knew who the culprit was already.

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I was reading a book when Offender entered the room.

~You can leave your hat on~

I froze as Offender looked at me with a grin.

“Never knew you were that type Ted~” He walked closer and I made an X with my arms.

“No nononono it’s not me! I swear!” I cried as I ran out of the room while Offender was laughing his ass off.

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I entered the room and saw Offender.

“Yo-“

~Surprise! butt sex butt sex butt~

I switched off the stereo and turned around to kill a certain CreepyPasta as my aura darkens.

“… BEN…” I growled.

[neuroelectricbutterfly]

First image: Its my masculine version, and, oh, he loves Sherlock 

-FANBOOOOOOOOOOOY(?)- So yes, i was trying a new kind of draw.

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.Sherlock yes, I was watching that chapter one time, two times, tree times, and i draw it so yes. 

IN FIVE MINUTES :D