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O is for Oatmeal May felt like every sound in her almost quiet room was like a nail being hammered into her head. She wanted with every fiber of her being to roll over and groan, but resisted the urge to add another sound her her headaches. It was then, as she was just about to turn herself over, that she heard the creak of her door. Lifting one eye open, she watched Drew walk in carrying a tray of steaming food. Her stomach cried out as soon as the semi odorless smell hit her nose. She coughed, scrunching up further in her covers. “Thanks for doing this Drew,” May said, her voice scratchy like sandpaper. “It means a lot t

:bulletred: See Through Mask [Alice and Ace] Ace’s eyes watched Alice as she silently picked up the pieces of broken glass. He scratched the back of his neck, his mouth falling victim the gravity’s pull. Alice paid no attention as Ace bent down on his knees and picked up a single piece of glass. “I’m sorry about the plate.” Alice slid her eyes over to him. Ace raised an eyebrow at her deadpanned face. She sighed, placing the last piece of broken glass on the tray. Standing up, she made her way to the kitchen, Ace following steadily behind like a child chasing a shadow. “Thanks for apologizing,” Al

There were many things Adrien felt when he looked at Ladybug. Admiration, companionship, a bonded friendship, trust, and longing. Even his heart soared with an emotion he could only describe as love. He was surprised, though, because when he looked at her his worries seemed to disappear. His heart was calm. It was so much different from the romance stories and movies he had watched where he’d seen love drastically change people. But he didn’t doubt for a second it wasn’t love, because he could’t smile so freely and easily at her even when he knew she’d never look his way if he wasn’t. . “Maybe youR

Felicita rolled her head to her left, her eyes gazing out the window that poured soft flecks of light into the room. In a way they blinded her sleep filled eyes, so accustomed to the darkness already. She blinked a furry, trying to let her eyes become adjusted to the light before she moved to start her day. “Young miss?” Luca placed his gloved hand on Felicita’s forehead, a look of worry growing over his face. “Are you feeling well today?” She took the liberty to stare at the man. He really did have a youthful expression. Though it might have changed since she was young, it was still the same Luca she had remem

The alarm clock buzzed like it had been for well over twenty minutes. The scrunched up ball under the covers wiggled, a couple moans escaping from within before a hand--large framed but almost limp, as the man had not yet woken up and had no extra energy reserved-- strugglingly inched forward, searching for the annoying source of the sound that had been pounding in his ear for long enough. Once his fingers curled over the silver button and the sound stopped, everything went silent and still again. He felt peaceful there in his bed with memories of when he was young and his kindly mother would come morning after morning to wake the boy up. But

"Thank you for your purchase, sir." The smiling cashier handed Tsuna his bag. "Thank you." He took the bag and walked out of the small store with Lambo by his side, distracted by the ice cream cone Tsuna bought him. "I still don't know what Biscotti is," he grumbled, looking at the bag of small sweets that he had gotten for Reborn, none of which were Biscotti. Lambo looked up at the boy as he licked his ice cream. "Hey, Tsuna? Why'd Haru run away before? Does she hate you now, Tsuna?" "Probably." The small cow laughed and patted Tsuna on the leg. "Heh, Tsuna, you wish you could be as popular as me, don't you?" "No." "Heheee. Tsuna's a l

Victor tapped his fingers on the space on his desk next to the papers in front of him. His eyes were shifted into a glare directed at Finn, who slumped in his seat in front of his father without looking at him. The Alpha's voice was deep and barling as he asked, "Do you understand, Finnley?" Finn sighed. He sluggishly looked over to his father and shivered. The man's chin alone, with his pointed stubble and large scars, was intimidating enough. On reflex, Finn found himself shying away. His father seemed to catch it and cleared his throat. Finn lifted his shoulders, but made no attempt otherwise to correct his submitting posture. He glowered

The room isn't that hard to find Shay soon finds out. There's a bit of light that leaks into the tunnel from the opening. It's just barely there, but it's easy enough to spot in the darkness. Shay moves closer along the opposite wall. The room starts to focus. It looks more like a cave to Shay than an actual room. The space is carved into a partially wide area, the ceiling much higher than the small, cramped space Shay and friends were traveling through at the very least. There's a light in the very far distance. It seems like a candle by the way it moves like a rippling ocean wave. The light doesn't provide much vision, but Shay squints. Pie

    I saw something in those woods when I was little.    The crowd of my friends stands around me, eyeing me with a suspicious look. They don’t immediately laugh, looking to each other for reassurance first before my best friend, Olivia, steps up. She shakes her head, and as she does so, the laughter begins. I’m sure it’s not as much as they wanted to out of respect for me, but it still stung to know they didn’t believe me.    “I’m not lying,” I say. “I won’t go into those woods. I saw something. It’s in there. It’s dangerous. No one goes into those woods for a reason.”

 The first thing I remember were those enigmatic gray eyes that looked as if they were about to cry. I only felt guilt and remorse looking into them, and even as the tears fell solemnly from my face, I still doubted the ache of my heart. They say the heart will always remember what the mind doesn't, but I only shook my head.  A quick beep pinged on the monitor beside the bed. My eyes were instantly drawn to the large bump on the almost straight line. He was dying, but I couldn't stop the words that were already coming out of my mouth. It was too late.  “Who is this?”  I felt bad then, watching the small spark of hope drop in

But words were never my friend

Sitting alone even your reflection   isn't yourself Your tears spool ripple and pool   loosing yourself No more do you sing Your eyes have been blinded  A picture torn   No more words    Not you

She had said it so casually I thought nothing of it at first, like whispers that shouldn’t be heard, so you pretend that you really don’t hear them. Of course, it was the first time I had actually heard her voice. It was soft and smooth, flowing easily out of her throat and her lips. Some people could probably say that her voice was a form of art all on its own—I’d say the way that her hair glistened in the faint glimpses of moonlight through the dense forest air was art; but I never had an aptitude for art, not even as a hobby, in fact, I wasn’t even good at it. Once again her paled eyes looked at me. Her head

Didn't it sound like gurgling? That was the girl's last thought before she fell into a natural cave that connected a spring. She went with her family to go on a hiking trip for the spring, when the mountain was fresh and just growing life back, when it smelled of crisp spring air. The thought never occurred to any of them that the ground would be so damp from the heavy snowfall of that year melting that the ground would give out. But, the fact of the matter was that it did. Now, she was faced with a dilemma: one, the cave was much too high for her to just climb out; two, she twisted her shoulder on the fall and now it's unusable, not to men

Grace and Honor were the first to go. They mean nothing in Kadler’s Keep. Past the mountain’s secret place, Through the dungeon’s deepest pit. Your light means nothing in Kadler’s keep. There’s a legend passed down by song in my hometown I’ve heard over and over again like it was some fairy tale the mothers told their children before bed every night, but this tale was always spoken of—whether something bad happened or not, but especially when something bad happened. That thing was Kadler’s Keep. Before I get into explaining what Kadler’s Keep is, let me start with the story of how I star

The sunlight seeps through the curtains as the sun rises into the sky. Birds chirp, and in the faint distance, you can hear the sound of the animals starting to wake up. Your dog is scratching at the door, and you shift under the blankets. They are warm, comfortable. They keep the heat wrapped around you gently. But the thing that is most warm is the hand that is wrapped around your waste. Behind you is bare chest. Not being the first time you’ve seen it, you know instantly - and not from the feeling poking your stomach that makes you giddy - that this chest belongs to Elliot. You smile, glad to see him still behind you, and snuggle in

The sunlight seeps through the curtains as the sun rises into the sky. Birds chirp, and in the faint distance, you can hear the sound of the animals starting to wake up. Your dog is scratching at the door, and you shift under the blankets. They are warm, comfortable. They keep the heat wrapped around you gently. But the thing that is most warm is the hand that is wrapped around your waste. Behind you is bare chest. Not being the first time you’ve seen it, you know instantly - and not from the feeling poking your stomach that makes you giddy - that this chest belongs to Elliot. You smile, glad to see him still behind you, and snuggle in

Grace and Honor were the first to go. There is a forest known as the Black Forest that separates each town and village from one another. In that forest are the abandoned remains of what was once a castle that the local people all seem to call Kadler's Keep. They mean nothing in Kadler’s Keep. According to a book found in one of the villages near Kadler's Keep by Thea and her brother Benedict, in Kadler's Keep lives a species of living mold that is sending a plague of its spores known as the Black Fog out to kill all the inhabitants of near by towns and villages. Past the mountain’s secret place, Through the dungeon’s deepe

She was supposed to be the adult, but she couldn't help but blush every time he said her name. Her mind would turn to mush, making it no better than if you put a kindergartener in a press conference for five hours. The result: not good. As a former soldier, this was a complete disgrace. The old her wouldn't be like this to some kid, but then again, she wasn't the old her, now was she? She was someone new. Her old self is slowly starting to shed from her to reveal someone even she doubts could be her. It was all too real. "Light?" A silver-haired boy stepped into the room--a small living room with not much in it except a few tables, a couch