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SkinOne day a young lady
Went into an orchard to pick the perfect apple.
She walked into the apple orchard
And was surprised to see a sea of gorgeous golden apples.
As she walked towards the center she saw people
Falling in love with the perfect skin of the apple
And taking it home for themselves.
The girl produced a small knife from her pocket
She plucked an apple from a nearby branch
And carved a tiny piece of the apple out
The apple was rotten on the inside.
The girl plucked another apple from a branch and carved a small piece.
The next apple was rotten as well.
She did the process five more times
Each apple appearing more rotten than the last
Just as she was about to give up
She spotted a single red apple.
It's skin was wrinkly
And browning just a bit.
She picked it up
And carved a piece away
The apple was fine on the inside.
Looked fresh and perfect for eating.
With a happy smile the girl left
While people still plucked the golden apples.
Out of the orchard she spotted a young man.
Turning TablesI'm the one they turn to
When the blade threatens to strike
I beg them not to cry
Beg them not to end it
Tell them there's a life worth living for
Depression surrounds me though
Seems like everybody I love has it
They're always trying to end it
It seems like nothing I say works
And it makes me wonder....
Why do I stay strong?
Why do I keep telling them to please live?
Why do I keep smiling when they don't?
Why don't I just give in
To the blade's sadistic command?
Just one cut
That's all I could do.
But if I do such a thing
Will the vicious cycle repeat itself
As another person begs me not to end it?
Damn you depression
You won't infect me again
But maybe just this once I can do it.
Just delicately slide the cold blade against my warm skin
Watch the blood trickle down my arm
Everybody else is doing it
So why shouldn't I?
France x Reader Prom?
France x Reader
You sat in history class, bored out of your mind when you began to rummage through your bag. It was the usual, gum, pens, pencils, index cards, keys. Basically everything but a hammer and nails. But then there was something you weren't used to in the bag. Pulling it out, you soon discovered it was a tin Altoids mint box.
You blinked, completely confused as you don’t usually buy mints, nor would you keep them in your bag. So you opened the little silver, white, and green box. Inside were three red rose petals and on the top the word ‘prom?’ was written. You bit your lip as you knew who gave you this from the roses, and it of course was Francis. But sadly you already had a date and you had to tell your blonde chum the news.
So when the final bell rang you went to the student parking lot where Francis stood, back against his car. When he looked over his straight face turned into a room brightening smile which only made your hear
MLP: Earning Your Stripes
"Rise and shine, little Shani," The sweet and caring sound of the loving mother's voice whispers to her daughter upon entering her bedroom, "Time to start a new day, my precious filly."
Opening her eyes onto the brightness of the day gleaming down into her room from the window, the young zebra releases a great yawn and blinks a few times, "Mmmmm...." Shani moans, realizing that she and her her body not completely awaken yet.
"We have much to do today...so get ready and we can be on our way~" Subira, the lovely mare with the archery cutie mark, pats the head of her precious foal in a gentle way...and leaves to rejoin her husband who awaits on the outside of their little hut.
"Yes, Mama...." Shani mutters and yawns once more, wishing not to have to get up this day...since there are chores to be done. In this little filly's mind, she prays for any chance to avoid any work and just have fun for the day.
Just then out of
An overdue welcome homeExhausted and worn feet carried him into the forested camp. He had begun his journey "home" when the moon had been at its peak in the star dappled sky; however, the dawn had since arrived. A slight morning breeze ruffled his fur as he stepped over the soft, grassy clearing. Thankfully, many nests lay barren and empty as the warriors had already left for their patrols, though the few that remained to guard the clearing caught sight of him and began whispering. The commotion won the attention of his deputy who instantly deserted a group of cats still in search of jobs, though a dismissive flick of his ebony tail stopped the brute in his tracks. The silver warrior nodded curtly and returned to readdress the huddled cluster of taskless warriors.
With yellow eyes, Pigeondive stared up at the sky, wondering when the gorgeous dark pelted tom that she loved so much would return. She then began to wonder what would happen when he returned. It had been so long since they had been alone together.
The Best Nightmare Night Ever *Vore Story*
Written by Shrunken-LittleBro12 and ExplodingClay
Edited by Alticron
It was Nightmare Night in Ponyville and everypony was getting into their costumes. And tonight was a special Nightmare Night, for Luna would be visiting the town once again. Somewhere in Ponyville, Pipsqueak was eager to get into his new pirate costume and collect as much candy as his bag could carry for this Nightmare Night was going to be a very special one; his favorite princess of all time was going to visit Ponyville.
“I can't wait to see her again.” he gave a joyous glee. Pipsqueak put the final touches of his costume on, placing his eye patch on his right eye, grabbing his toy sword and trick bag and running out the door, and just in time to see Luna's chariot coming across the sky towards Ponyville's town square.
Pip excitedly watched as Princess Luna made her grand entrance. The dark blue alicorn wore a dark hooded cloak much like the one she had worn the last Nightmare Night. All the ponies bowed
The Boy Made of Jigsaw PiecesOnce, there was a boy made of jigsaw pieces.
His skin was a shell of interconnecting chunks of plastic. When he laughed, when he smiled, when he cried or frowned or simply furrowed his brow out of curiosity, these pieces fell away. When they came loose, the chaos underneath was exposed. A kaleidoscopic array of colours fit for a seizure. He would quickly collect the pieces and clumsily put them back in place. He didn’t want to see the colours. He did not want to know what they meant.
He decided that emotions made the pieces fall away. So, to protect himself, he did everything he could to stay away from feeling anything. He avoided the things he liked for fear that he may feel joy. He told what little friends he’d made to stay away lest they make him laugh. He stayed away from everything, and sat in the corner. He watched as his family seemed to go on with life without him. He silently listened to teachers as they gave drawn out lectures and students as they made jokes
His Favorite 9
“Harassment! Sexual harassment!”
“Oh wow, Kiba.” The class press looked at him dully “Seriously?“
“He’s right you know.” Choji intervened “You all ganged up on us.”
“Well, maybe if you guys were good at SOMETHING this wouldn’t of been a problem.”
“HEY!” ← all the boys chosen for cheer
“At least this way we’ll still be making points off of you guys for entertaining the crowed.”
“Like hell we will! We’re going to be the only class with male cheerleaders!!”
“How are WE suppose to compete with cute girls in mini skirts?!”
He had a point.
“Hmm, don’t know don’t care.”
“Oh yeah?! Well neither do we!” Kiba bolted up from his seat, jerking his bag over his shoulder, and headed out the door with the other boys in tail. “Screw you guys, I am not
HPM: Race of RacesTu-Lu’s bright moon shone high above the treetops, outlining the crests of several bulging cumulous clouds, which basked in its calming luminance like a flock of lumbering sheep. Amongst the stars that dotted the heavens, tiny volbeats surged as their invitation to dance beneath the glowing sphere was accepted by their lady friends, who skipped across the sky, as spectacular as a shooting comet, complete with a trail of pursuing stars in their wake.
Beneath the nighttime canopy, a small gathering of villagers sat round in a circle. Though the radiance of the moon was strong enough to light their nocturnal meeting, a small bonfire was constructed earlier in the evening to shoo away unwanted pests, warm chilly hands, and set the mood for a number of stories that needed to be retold.
Rhyona was among the townsfolk who decided to stay several hours past the Daisy Stakes event. She was seated upon a log she found in the woods, noiselessly listening to the idle gossip of her companions
Dinner"We're going to have to make dinner ourselves tonight," Katherine said, taking some lettuce and pickles from the fridge. She opened the freezer to look inside then just shut it.
"Why?" I asked. I knew I shouldn't question her. She was twelve and the oldest, so she knew what to do, obviously. She opened the cuboard and picked up a loaf of bread. She placed them on the counter and turned to me.
"Mom's not coming back," she said gently and sadly. I could hear the wet brokeness in her voice.
"What about tomorrow?" I asked desperately. I didn't like the sound of those words 'not coming back,' "She can't be gone forever."
"Karlie," she put her face in her hands and took a big breath followed by a noise that sounded more like a sob than a sigh. She removed her hands and her eyes were watery, "Mom's not coming back tomorrow. She's not coming back ever."
"What?" My brow furrowed. Not coming back. Ever. She's never coming back. The
Ari's Poem (pt2)We got together a month later. We had talked almost every single day and learned about each other. I found out her heart condition was incredibly rare, and was incurable. But she was having it treated. She was everything I wanted in a girl. She loved classic rock, she loved cats, she was an artist and a poet, and she could sing like an angel. I still listen to the recordings of her singing and reciting poems in my ipod. And even better, she was also sixteen. We met one day at a park near her house and there; I invited this angel into my life. We walked along the walkway that led to a bridge over a pond in the park. We stopped and looked out at the water.
Then I took a deep breath and said, “Ari, I need to tell you something.”
She looked at me and smiled, “So do I. But you go first.”
I looked her straight in the eye and said, “Ari, I really think you’re an amazing girl. You’re so full of spirit and kindness, and there really is no one else in th
Adventures of MK Moon and Hans Hoshi: ArtistCareful now. Hans thought to herself as she began to draw the scene in front of her in her sketchbook. MK was chatting casually with one of the Creators, absentmindedly twining her fingers through her braid. With a small smile Hans doodled, music playing in her head. It wasn't important that she paid attention to her friend's conversation, it was more instructions for them than anything else. She had grown bored very quickly and decided to draw, not wanting to bother the older teen.
Soon Hans felt herself leave the world. She said nothing as she drew, lost in the world of colors, music, and dreams. Her colored pencils and erasers danced across her white canvas, re-creating the image in her mind, the image she saw in front of her. She didn't think she was a good artist but MK always insisted she was. And though Hans believed her she still doubted it. But at the moment none of that mattered to Hans. All that mattered was the flying colors, the story the picture told, and
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