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Up All Night - 1. Gotta Be You*Emily’s POV*

“You don’t know you’re beautiful…That’s what makes you beautiful!” me and my cousin belted out the last few lines of one of 1D’s hit songs. We fell in the floor, laughing and out of breath from dancing around the house. “What shall we do next, dear cousin?” I said, mocking a British accent.

“I really don’t know”, she sighed, pushing her hair back from her face. “I know! We can start up a marathon of cheesy romance movies.”

“We’ve got to be the lamest people on the planet right now”, I rolled my eyes as I sat up, mak

Those Who Care (Canada x Egypt)‘’re you a’right?’ Gasping in surprise, Canada lifted his head, red-rimmed violet eyes wide in surprise. The Canadian nation had been quietly crying in a spare room, the weight of being forgotten once again breaking his emotional control. Hearing the sobbing, Egypt had quietly entered the room, surprised to see it was Canada who was sobbing.

‘N-no, eh.’ Canada muttered, hiding his face behind his hands once more. Grunting, Egypt dragged Canada up, holding the nation upright by his shirt, towering over the northern country, who shrank back in fear.

‘’ou n’d to speak ‘p, ‘r no

Mozart HeartDear boy-with-the-mozart-heart,

I find myself comparing your eyes to Christmas morning- looking into them and feeling the comfort seeping out of their muddy depths and into my chest- the look you give that practically reaches out through the bite-sized gap between us to curl my lips up into a smile.

We're just an equation, you and I. Not that I mind, of course. Me and numbers haven’t always been the best of friends but I'd do it if it meant you'd be the end result.

I'll say your name in that sing-song way you like so much- the letters metamorphosing from breath into melodies like butterflies and I'll watch as you turn them into music

finceline trinagulo------amoroso parte 11MIZZUO DEJA EL CHISME
-tenemos un trato niño?- jota tenía la cabeza abajo la mirada perdida y no parecía responder, estaba pensando en la primera vez que vio a marceline el día en que nació, -todo parecía estar oscuro pero había alguien que resaltaba de entre todo ese desorden, alguien que parecía ser diferente a los demás… alguien que comprendía lo que era no tener alma-, el silencio se interrumpió por unas palabras que penetraron en el alma de los tres seres que estaban allí –ACEPTO- mizzuo se preocupó mucho y salió volando a busc

Strung HeartsA pillow heart; crafted ever-so-neatly from single threads
Able to be ripped out and put together again,
But it'll never be an exact replica.
You know those mass-produced hearts they make?
Those are stuffed with nothing more than greed.

As for us, our hearts have thread, too.
But the strings aren't of fiber,
They string us to our emotions,
Named heartstrings. You can't play with them
Like pillows or stuffed animals.

So you decided to take my heart
When I didn't want you to;
Tore it straight from my chest,
Heartstrings still throbbing,
Blood still pumping.
Blood still dripping.

From your fingers down your arms.
And in that moment, I wished

So I've Seen the WorldThese eyes have seen most of the world. There are landscapes more dreamlike than anything that I've seen with my eyes closed- and I've touched every inch of them with bare hands and determined feet.
I have seen life begin on the first morning of Spring, the rain dry away and the flowers come to a vibrant life, touching rays of sunlight with their petals. I've seen someone's last moments in the dead of Winter, watched as their gaze kissed the face of Death.
I have seen days of endless oceans, the shadows of whatever things the depths hide away from us.
I've even seen the entire world from the top of a mountain I climbed with only m

Maiko - DecadenceIf you went to a dictionary and looked up "decadence," this would be the definition you would find. This was not just a fruit tart. This was the most impressive fruit tart Mai had ever seen. This was the fruit tart of fruit tarts. It had the ripest, glossiest, plumpest strawberries, blackberries, raspberries, and kiwis she'd ever seen. And, of course, it was topped with rose petals of a deep, dark red.

From over the top, Zuko looked at her with one side of his mouth quirking up, his eyes saying very clearly, "do you like it?" Hoping so hard that she would like it.

She understood what he was doing here. It was an anniversary reminder of that

Jasons Jewel Ch 3Chapter 3
“Tag, you’re it!” I shouted cheerfully as I tapped another person’s shoulder, and then bolted it in the opposite direction. He turned around, and then charged at another camper running past him.
My legs were growing tired, and heart rate was skyrocketing with this almost endless game of tag, but I enjoyed it none the less.
Every so often, Carly would check her watch to see how long we’ve been playing. A few minuets pass, and she blows the whistle, stopping everyone in their tracks.

“Alright!” she called, “everyone in, time to decide a new game!”
I caught up with Jason, and sat

My Sister's Teacher 1: Meeting Someone“Yumi, I love you.” Teru confessed.
The night was still young and even though it was dark the moonlight shone on his face perfectly. His cheeks were a bit red but his face showed no trace of shyness.
Yumi froze. She loves him too, in fact, she loves him too much. She was all but waiting for this to happen but always thought it would be a dream. But she tried to prepare herself nonetheless. Sadly, all those practicing in front the mirror went down the drain. Her heart beat too fast, her hands trembled and tears started forming in her eyes. She felt so happy. She was so happy all she could do was cry.
“Why are you crying?” Teru asked, concerned.
Yumi shook her head which meant nothing. She couldn’t even form words; she had no idea what to say. So she said the only thing that was on her mind.
“I love you too!” She shouted, in fear of him not hearing her through her crying and sniffing. She tried to wipe her

Le jeune homme de l Ombre.Là dans l’ombre, un garçon se tient. Dans l’ombre des arbres. L’ombre des Hommes. Il est là, perdu dans une marée humaine, une marée noire. Il attend. Puis comme sous le coup d’un signal, il s’approche. Il tient une rose. Une rose rouge. Il la porte à sa bouche, respirant le sang de l’amour sacrifié. Puis il s’avance et à regret, laisse lentement tomber la fleur sur un lit de terre.

In The Classroom- A ZaDrish StoryIn The Classroom- A ZaDrish Story

Dib stared at Zim, asleep as usual, across the college classroom. He noticed that he was actually peaceful in his sleep. He also noticed how dare he say it 'cute' Zim was. His flawless lime-green skin reflected the light coming in from the windows, his muscular arms lay on the desk holding up his devilishly handsome face. He had grown quite a bit since 6 years ago when he came to Earth, taller, and more toned but kept the same cocky, egotistical attitude he had for all his life. Dib had as well grown taller, and more muscular but instead of confidence he had acquired thoughtfulness. In fact Dib was the quiet

CatacombsHis gaze caused the catacombs inside my heart to rumble, crashing in on themselves with little care for what it left of me. I suppose others call this love. I, however, being less reckless than poets, call it fascination. His was a light I could never extinguish or forget, and mine was a darkness he simply couldn't see. Our lives, you might say, are opposing ends of a beautiful spectrum. Him the hero, me the playwright, conducting his every move while he just smiles like the marionette that he is.

But I can see quite well, and this marionette is adopting a mind of his own. Perhaps, too, a heart of his own. And I'll be left as defenseless as

First ImpressionsShe lights a candle in the dark.

The flame is small, dancing across her face, wavering and uncertain. A moth’s black shadow moves across her body.

Poor thing, why would it come down here?

Lost, maybe? It flies towards the flame. Papery thinness of its wings melting in the wax.

She blinks as the moth is eaten by the fire. She watches as it turns dark, crinkling and slowly turning to ash. It does not even twitch.

What a passionate creature, to cling to its pyre even as it dies. Her green eyes are filled with firelight.

Tears too.

Panting softly, she leans towards the candle and touches the dead moth. It crumbles beneath her fingert

Jasons Jewel Ch 7Chapter 7
Their eyes felt as if they were burning into my head. I looked straight into them, wide with fear.
“Uh…hi” I said nervously.
“And where were you? Off with that little Jason freak?” Regina mocked with her arms crossed. Just as she finished, she whipped her head like a snob would, her hair in a high pony tail flowing to her movements, flicking as it made a soft snap sound. Her cronies laughed and made faces. Why did I have to be assigned to the same cabin as them? Why does this world hate me and my choice in friends?
I shook off her glares, and tired to get to my bed on the far end on the cabin in the

Jasons Jewel Ch 6Chapter 6
Jason’s POV
“Jason! Jessica!”
I awoke with a jolt at the sound of my name. The forest had darkened greatly, and the sky was a soft tangerine with streaks of yellow and mixing in with red specks and purple blurs to the east direction. I felt a small body curled up against me. I looked down and saw Jessica soundly asleep. Her face so calm and peaceful, she looked like an angle as he sun beamed on her pale face.
“Jason, Jessica, where are you?!” a voice called for us from somewhere in the brush.
I registered that voice immediately through the gears in my mind, and cupped my hands around my mouth.
“

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by ~SavvyPsycho, May 13, 2012, 9:44:15 AM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / Romance / General / Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Being in love with her is like walking on ice. You can never quite be sure where the thin patches are, or where the more sturdy ones reside. You have to give it your all, or you'll end up breaking through, and plunging into a frigid fate, where nobody can save you but her. It's impossible to survive her chilly conditions unless you're fearless, and you leave any insecurities you have on the shore. She's a frozen mistress, and her icy soul is one that knows no equal. Most think that she's cold because she has no heart, but I know better, for it was them that drove her to the edges of her barren despair. She doesn't know it yet, but I'll be the one to cherish her, I'll be the warm fire to melt the icicle tomb that she erected around herself.

And regardless of what bitter attempts she tries to use to test me and make me lose my way, I will love her still.

I will love her always.

Iceby ~SavvyPsycho

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This is a random little drabble that I wrote about two of my characters and their relationship with one another. Hope you enjoy!

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~girlnextdoor61 Jan 13, 2013

Looking through your old stuff. This one is such a wonderfully crafted analogy. Beautiful!

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~SavvyPsycho Jan 16, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

OMG! Thank you~

I'm not even sure what I still have in my old stuff xD

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~RunningBear5858 Jul 1, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I quite like this.

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~SavvyPsycho Jul 1, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you!

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~mlpanda13 May 13, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Wonderful :3 Simply beautiful

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~SavvyPsycho May 14, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you very much! :3

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~mlpanda13 May 14, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

It's my pleasure, grrrrrrrrrrrrrl.

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