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For Our Sovereign LandWe march in her defence!For Our Sovereign Land by aillin1
On cours-battaile pour sa defense!
Towards the chaos,
We unite to face our attacker.
Our views be many,
We fight together to protect our home.
We fight for our land!
On battaile pour notre terre-même!
The Red and Blue united,
Yet reds and blues fight.
With hubris they march,
With determination we stand.
Dishonour beyond reason!
Our courts lie in ruins
Burned to the ground.
Like dragon's breath is the eagle's cry.
Our homes burn under black smoke.
The fork has blasted a shout.
A warning of what is to come.
I command the sea!
La mers aux moi!
Shannon's cries demand yield.
Her opponent will give it.
She will not be denied,
She will not be beaten.
Our hero beaten, our cause made deep as his grave.
Notre seigneur décédé, notre cause plus fort.
Brock lies dead on the Heights.
We will continue our valiant march.
Our upper and lower state will remain one,
Our cause will remain true.
To the white mansion we march.
To our aggressor we bring to justice.
So far... Chptr 1 through 5So farSo far... Chptr 1 through 5 by KaiaKay421
It's the day before my birthday and everything is normal as usual. Nothing exciting or anything, but you wouldn't think that seeming I live in New York City. But aside from the Macy's day parade, and Broadway, and anything else that ends up on the news, New York City is pretty much, busy, loud, and boring. I sometimes wonder what it's like to go to a public school in New York. I've always been homeschooled. But I'm friends with
a little bit of Chptr 6Chapter 6a little bit of Chptr 6 by KaiaKay421
I woke up with the sun in my eyes. I rubbed my head then sat up, feeling a strong tension in my right hand. I looked down and saw Connor holding my hand tightly, cuddled into the side of where I was laying. I lay back down and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close. Then I gasped as he rolled over on me.
I never realized how heavy he was until now. I did think about pushing him off but he was warm, and smelt good. So I just kind of dealt with the heaviness and cuddled into his chest, listening to the slow race of his heartbeat. He sighed contently, and then yawned. Smiling I leaned up and kissed his cheek as I watched his eyes slowly open. He grinned down at me and pulled me on top of him.
I giggled, as he asked "How are you feeling?" he kissed my cheek
I smirked a bit "Better than before."
"Mmm that's good." he smiled and squeezed me. I smiled widely and pushed myself up, straddling his waist. He moaned a bit when I grinded teasingly, and placed his hands o
Ode to a KnifeLove is a sharp blade.Ode to a Knife by cookie13500
It can hurt
you. It can
kill you. Yet it can
provide you a
that nothing else can give you.
Love cuts into you and
spills your passion for your
Only a small
The pain is only temporary, for
the clearness one receives
it is too
it only provides
pain. A pain that splits
your heart like an overripe berry
and stabs you in the
A pain that slashes deep cuts
and drains your love until
beating. A pain
that makes you scream
agony. A pain so real it can make
the strongest man
Then there are
the other ones.
The ones that love completely
tears up like a rabid
Love slits their throat and
leaves them to
in their own blood and lust.
Love stabs them and
leaves them to
clutching their bleeding wound.
When controlled, love
is powerful. It purifies and
cleanses the soul.
When wild, love is
destructive. It kills and
Commission - Dirty SecretA house so splendid and fineCommission - Dirty Secret by Diluculi
A house you proudly call "Mine"
Yet I spy with my little eye ...
But behind the facade: rotten wood
Skeletons in closets shut for good
At heart you are oh so pure
The just's sleep is your's for sure
But still my little eye does spy...
Do you have sweet dreams, my dear, at night
While you did leave me with hurt and fright?
A gentleman and a sir
You believe that's what you are
And I hear with my little ear...
All of the silent cries you blocked out
So long you don't even hear me shout
Keep pretending, go ahead
Yet your secret still isn't dead
I'm alive and won't disappear
A haunting ghost I don't want to be
I rather take the life you owe me
Between Two States of Being"Look," you said.Between Two States of Being by SomethingOnceSacred
And I saw
The gap between the worlds,
One above, and one
Below the clouds.
The separation is slender,
And even when I stand
At my highest point,
I can only ever hope
The slightest brush of water vapor.
Make the rain acidic
And then wonder why it burns them.
I have found a place higher
Than the tainted rain,
I cannot reach the sun.
When you stood at
That peak beside me,
As you closed your eyes
With such grace and faith;
I was almost startled
To see the ground rush up to meet you.
"The Earth is so beautiful from here."
For a moment,
I sought to be
As courageous as you were.
While I backed away from the edge,
That you were a misguided fool
To think you knew anything
Of the sky.
Viridian GoldViridian Gold by AlizaFoxx
This gold cannot be sold for profit; nor can it be made to encase jems. This gold
only beats at you until you are bloody and ragged; a mere skeleton of what you once were.
The only thing it has in common with the true gold is its ability to turn men, into
Sand slipped stealthily through the young woman's clenched fist. There are many
who have adapted to this harsh climate, only the strong survive. Clenching her eyes shut,
an image appears, one not made from the heat of the sun as it crushed down upon each
living creatures' neck, but of a memory. She remembers the faces of her younger siblings,
a small boy and a girl only a few years younger than herself. Her heart felt slowly
punctured with the thoughts, and a fountain of tears rose to her ears and nose,
threatening to spill.
Jerking back to the present she shook off her emotions and knelt down, sensing a
calculated stare resting on her. Turning slowly, she scanned the barren sandy plains.
Devious Journal EntryHello everyone,Devious Journal Entry by Krysis07
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unexpected resurrectionHe was the ugliest boy I’d ever seen. Scrawny, quiet and unloved.unexpected resurrection by prettyflour
He was perfect. No friends, absentee parents, he was easy to lure into my lab. Almost too easy. All I had to do was promise him beauty and popularity before he agreed to let me work my magic.
I slipped the needle into his vein and held his hand as he fell unconscious. I used a drill on his skull, a metal tube to transfer the elixir into his body. It was fun playing chemist. The preparation was divine. The meticulous planning, the selection process for my host and the shopping. It’s amazing what you can buy on the internet, isn’t it? All you need is a bunch of keystrokes, a stolen credit card and a victim, or shall I say... volunteer and you too can have yourself a monster.
Well...a monster is what he became. It was unexpected, I will admit, but absolutely thrilling- watching him come back from the dead. I had all kinds of theories about what would happen but reanimation wasn
PMDA M1 Carts: Fool's Gold, Part 1"It's called Absolutes Anonymous, can you believe that?"PMDA M1 Carts: Fool's Gold, Part 1 by ShuyinTheEnigmatic
The Zigzagoon holds the morning paper up to his naturally-forlorn face, disgust rapidly spreading across it. He leafs through a few pages, then tosses it onto the table. "A group that makes you wear its membership like a badge doesn't deserve to be called anonymous. Designer lapels, pockets and things- might as well be printing a target on you."
I reach across the table, taking the paper and looking it over. There's an illustration of a cerulean jackal between the columns, clad in a snug white vest. A band of grayish cloth is wrapped around his right forearm, sporting an insignia of intersecting "A"'s.
"Hey, this logo..." I look up at the raccoon, blinking. "It's kind of like your seal, isn't it? The intersecting "MW" one. Is that why-"
"I'm not a kid any more, Thomas," the Zigzagoon grumbles, "but no, I wouldn't like to be associated with them regardless. They've got too much magical thinking for me." He leans back in his seat,
(RAM) Retrograde Amnesiac MemoryInitially, I thought it was still the early hours of the morning, and attempted to go back to sleep. My eyes failed to close. No, they failed to open? I wasn’t sure. Then I realised that I had lost my sight. Beginning to panic, I frantically tried to find some source of light, but there was nothing; a dark colourless abyss had become my surroundings. My next thought was to move and escape what I still hopped was a nightmare, but paralysis clung to every inch of my being. It did not take me long to realise that my universe was empty. Sight, touch, smell, sound and taste had all been erased. There was nothing left, but my mind.(RAM) Retrograde Amnesiac Memory by William-Lucas
The reasoning behind my situation was not apparent. Taking logical steps to try and understand my conundrum lead me not to a conclusion but to a second enigma. I had no memories. I was suffering from retrograde amnesia. I have no idea where I had come across this condition in the past, but that specific detail seemed irrelevant now.
NightWithin the confines of a cold, merciless prison, and amidst the dancing darkness, a lone figure huddles in the ruined corner of a claustrophobic cell. The lights below the edge of her window flickered across the shadows of her tired, dreary face. She could hear the sewage rumble in fleeting decadence, as the sludge desolates the once clear and beautiful air. The hideous substances would slip into her room quite frequently, with the black hell caressing the ground lovingly.Night by forsakenthedawn
The walls were steadily eroding. The metal bars threatened to break under the weight of the cement. The cracks in the stone gave way to a stray, eerie ray, gleaming in its radiance for the pain of her peers. It was irritating, really; whenever she closed her eyes, another tantalizing scream would jolt her awake. The noise reveled in her torment, the chaotic cries abounding with a carnivorous delight.
“Stop it, please!”
“Just shut up already!”
Barren Preview I remember a white sorrow surrounding my body, and a heartless quiet draping its graceless elegance across my grief-filled eyes. I remember looking down at my feet, where crimson entangled around pale, ghostly flesh. I remember my thoughts racing through my despairing cries, with the minutes happily suffocating my throat. I remember imploring to someone forgotten prayers, while my memories slowly dissipated from my already decadent mind. I remember my arms swinging wildly in the open air, trying to make sense of the black I was thrust into. I remember my chest twisting, aching, the brokenness of the moonlight gradually weighing against my nightmarish, desperate heart.Barren Preview by forsakenthedawn
But I couldn’t remember what had happened before that. I couldn’t recall anything before my being there, in that place. I couldn’t tell how long I stood there, minutes, hours, days, time flailing, blood screeching, before someone finally sought after me.
My tiny frame trembled w
Depression: Symptoms, Types, Tests and TreatmentI've always liked doing research about stuff, and since I have depression I'm going to use this to research it through and through. The brain is also something that has always fascinated me. So this will make things even more interesting. ^^Depression: Symptoms, Types, Tests and Treatment by Ashry42
Depression Symptoms, Types, Tests and Treatment
First of all, you need to know that there are different degrees of depression: mild, moderate and severe. To have proper treatment, you need to know and be able to distinguish these three different depressions, as they will NOT be treated the same way.
Many people have told me "change your thoughts and you change your world" or "think positively and throw all your negative thoughts away." or "if you have a positive outlook on life everything will get better on its own."
While it is true that you SHOULD have a positive outlook on life, that is unfortunately not a treatment or a cure for depression as depression is m
Moments In Our Lives To Think Of..Moments In Our Lives To Think Of.. by xRandomGurl
We all have something special for the things you've shared with friends, family, and loved ones. You've shared memories, played games, taken trips, and much more together with them! But what will happen if you broke those promises and all is gone? What will happen to your special person?
There's a person that you've been friends with for a long time. You say that we're looking for a great future! But one year later, you heard that your best friend has passed away.. You start to feel desperate about it and think about the times you did together. Even though your friend isn't here with you anymore, you have friends and family that will also help your future move on!
Ain't No Rest For The HandsomeAin't No Rest For The Handsome by xandermartin98
I was just a normal guy
Livin' life up here on the moon,
Blissfully unaware of what I would become.
Although I never was a hero,
at least I shot intruders with a gun.
But one day I realized,
Everything has a price,
As a Vault Hunter educated me,
I said you're such a sexy beast,
Oh why you do this to yourself.
She took the key and slammed it into me!
Oh, there ain't no rest for the handsome,
Loaders don't grow on trees,
I got men to kill,
I got towns to burn,
There ain't nothing in the Vault for free.
And I don't give a shit,
What you might say!
I am cleaning up this dump,
So no, there ain't no rest for the handsome,
Until you come and end my fun.
Not even 15 minutes later,
I was losing all control
Over my crazy n' psychotic little mind,
I had an ego like a bitch,
my bastard self was filthy rich,
there wasn't any conscience in me you could find,
I said give me all you've got,
Hyperion will now be mine,
Cause I know this compan
Let it Shine (Rapunzel Cover)Let it Shine (Rapunzel Cover) by 2ne1kpoprockergirl
The moon shines on my tower tonight
Not a footprint to be seen
A tower of isolation
And that makes me a princess
The wind is howling like this feeling trapped inside
Couldn’t keep it in, heaven knows I tried
Don’t let them in, Don’t let them see
Be the good girl Mother told me to be
Conceal, don’t sing, don’t let it show
But now they’ll know
Let it shine, Let it shine
Let my hair glow all through the night
Let it shine, Let it shine
It doesn’t matter it’s my life
I don’t care if she’s mad at me
Let my hair glow on
The sun can shine on my any day
It’s funny how this new world
Is different from what I know
And it’s like the fears that I once had
Can’t get to me at all
Now I can use my powers
To test the limits and heal the wounds
Keep running now, run past the trees
Let it shine, Let it shine
I see the lanterns in the sky
Let it shine, Let it shine
You’ll never see me cry
It’s my life
Italy and Romano: Do you want to make some pasta?Italy and Romano: Do you want to make some pasta? by 2ne1kpoprockergirl
(Italy Veneziano Part)
Do you want to make some pasta
Come on let’s go and cook…
I never see you anymore
Come out the door
It’s like you went away
We used to be best brothers
But now we aren’t
I wish you would tell me why…
Do you want to make some pasta
We can also make some pizza
Go away Fratello!!
Do you want to make some pasta
Or go clean around the halls
I think some company is overdue…
I’ve started talking to the portraits on the wall
(Hang on, Grandpa Rome)
It gets a little lonely
In this empty house
Just watching the years go by…
(Ve~, Ve~, Pasta, Pasta, Ve~, Ve~)
Please, I know you’re in there…
Everyone is asking where you are
I said “You’re Busy” and I lied for you
And I’m here for you, just let me in…
Now that Grandpa Rome is gone
It’s just you and me
What are we gonna do?
Do you want to make some pas
Russia: Let it Go (Frozen Cover)Russia: Let it Go (Frozen Cover) by 2ne1kpoprockergirl
The blizzard goes on in my country tonight
Not a person to be seen
A land just full of winter
And it looks like I’m the king
The storm is blowing just like this broken soul
Couldn’t keep it in, does General Winter know?
Don’t let them in, don’t let them see
Be a good boy and then you are free
Be silent, don’t cry, don’t let it show
But now they know
Let it go, Let it go
Does it even matter now
Let it go, Let it go
Walk away and slam the door
I don’t care
If they’re scared of me
Let my rage go on
The cold never bothered me anyway
It’s funny how my solitude
Makes me stronger than before
And the fear when they see me
Doesn’t get to me at all
Now it’s time since I’m older
To do the things I couldn’t do
No running now, she can’t find me
Let it go, Let it go
Become one with mother Russia
Let it go, Let it go
Just trust me I won’t fall
Here I stand, and here I’ll rule
Let my rage go
The Avengers vs. Godzilla Pt.5 S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier, the Defender; New York AirspaceThe Avengers vs. Godzilla Pt.5 by technomizer
All around the command center of the Defender S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel were busy monitoring the situation on the ground between the meta-human/military presence and Godzilla. All news and information pertaining to the battle or even the evacuation was being checked and double-checked. Meanwhile, at the helm of the center surrounded by a number of screens, Director Nick Fury was currently in session with someone.
“So you’re saying you won’t help this time, Namor?” Fury asked after hearing the recent response from the ruler of Atlantis.
“Correct, Fury.” The Atlantian king confirmed, speaking to him via the monitor. “As it stands this creature, this ‘Godzilla’, is not threatening Atlantis’ borders. Nor has it since it has slept for as long as you claim it has.”
“And what’s to stop him from deciding to stop by for a nice piece of fried fish when all
At The KiniAfter a whole day fighting off against Nui-Ramas and Muakas, we finally arrived at the Kini-Nui.At The Kini by Al-Rey-Writer
We were all weary from our fights—heck, Kopeke looked like he was about to pass out. I didn't blame him; I still can't even imagine what it would be like to have to craft ice sculptures at his pace. But as usual, he didn't say anything of it.
We were all covered by a sea of trees—which caused images of Le-Koro to flash into my mind. I shuddered at the thought of Le-Koro. I don't care how beautiful Taipu thinks it is; I never want to step into its humidity and bug swarms ever again!
Surrounding the trees were Ko-Koronan mountains. I vaguely remember my time in there. I could remember struggling against millions of snowflakes—the likes of which obscured my vision from the flags I was so desperately trying to follow. After that was waking up under Matoro. Then there was—no, actually that was pretty much it.
Shivering at the thought of going back into Ko-Wahi, I caught sight of a rather large l
Consumed by FireFire consumed the young tom—enveloping over his entire pelt from nose to tail. He stood out against all the other warriors as a disgrace to Thunderclan. Not a single one of them seemed to admire his beauty. Rather did they see him as an immigrant: a newcomer unworthy of their attention.Consumed by Fire by Al-Rey-Writer
Being how he used to wallow in the presence of twolegs, nobody could see him as a natural-born warrior. They said he was just another soft mouth to feed.
Maybe these warriors were right; maybe all beautiful cats were truly devils on the inside. Maybe all beautiful cats were just lazy mouths to be fed by a higher authority. Or maybe all these warriors were wrong about the fiery apprentice.
Maybe the so-called kittypet could make something of himself—become greater than any warrior before him. Maybe one day they would refer to him as Firestar: the great leader of Thunderclan!
Lucky [Saitama x Reader]Lucky [Saitama x Reader] by TheNobodyofaSOLDIER
"Once upon a time, there was this girl studying for finals. Then, the finals destroyed her brain, and she died. The end."
"Uh, babe, call me crazy, but I don't think finals can kill you."
"Yes, they can."
You felt a chin poke your shoulder, as Saitama glanced over the enormity of your text book.
"No," he stated again, randomly whipping to the next page. "You just need to chill."
You blew a long strand of air from corner of your mouth. His expression remained as blank as ever. Normally, you never cared about that. In fact, it always brought you amusement, especially in the face of the gravest of dangers. You envied that courage. You wished you had even a fifth of that cool and calm.
Especially when tests loomed around the corner...
"I know," you grumbled as you returned your attention to your book and he to his television watching.
Once more, you lost yourself in the words, in the ridiculous amount of information. You considered yourself a relatively descent student. No, you procrastina
All I amHere I stand this is meAll I am by pylonZealot
Naked in my vulnerability
Everything I am laid out to see
Nothing held back my every fallibility
You have now seen it all
All I have to offer every skill every flaw
Both the exceptional and banal
Myself I have committed and I will not withdraw
so, If what I am isn't what you want
Then I will simply say goodbye
My thoughts and dreams you'll cease to haunt
But my regret I wont deny
The Epic of Aryth- An *Early* Introduction"The Epic of Aryth- An *Early* Introduction."The Epic of Aryth- An *Early* Introduction by ScarredEther
"The Epic of Aryth", as I am currently referring to it, is not a book. It is not a series of books. It is a World. A Universe! It is a whole collection of stories that describe certain events that happen all throughout the history of the world known as Aryth. Given that the title offers no connotation to being only one book or series of books, The Epic of Aryth has the potential to have any number of stories. A series of 4 books, and another series of 8 books, and yet another series of 12 books, and still dozens upon dozens of smaller individual stories that are not direct sequels or prequels to one another may all be included in the title. All are possibilities. Indeed, The Epic may even have the potential to be never ending. It is a history all its own.
History repeating itself is a very important theme in The Epic of Aryth. Being a history, The Epic must have begun somehow. The world known as Ary
MotivatedThe ticking clock causesMotivated by AnimaImaginez
the sweat to form and slide
down the back. Fingers jerking
and biting at the lips.
Fearing the end of
the time that ends all of the hard
Though, you keep going. You're
motivated enough to do
sinksmoke slithers around the rose bud sprouts of my stomach,sink by blispiral
oozes around the tangled vines on my chest;
leaves fall from the branches in my mind
to the tip of my swollen tongue.
i cough them up in a haze of dust and flames,
spitting up a last few drops of passion
before the sink into negative space.
Gold Covered in TearsGold diamond ring,Gold Covered in Tears by TheMeTheyDontSee
Make my heart sing.
Until your misdirection.
How many lies told
To one you would give gold?
How can you lie?
Makes me want to die.
Why cause so much pain?
Tears pouring like rain.
Dreamed of many years.
Gold covered in tears.
Old FriendIt's been a while old friendOld Friend by Thief-in-darkness
I see you pass by with a friendly smile
you look back with the look of strangeness and disgust in your eyes
as you walk away you don't see the look of pain on my face
What happened to us, we were so close
Was it something I said or something I did
Do you regret us being friends
one day we laughed the next you were distant
why didn't I see what was going on
or was there no sign at all
now I see across the hall laughing at something stupid
I can't believe that's what I used to be like that
now on the 'other side'
but I still miss when I was there
a feeling of longing comes to me
old friend what happened
Allegory of Meril MontgomeryThe stone of the battlement felt cold, sturdy, old. A breathless beam of moonlight flowed to the tower pinnacle as if through a high window amidst the conjuring clouds draped in their darkened judge's gown and secret hoods behind which is beheld great power and great mystery.Allegory of Meril Montgomery by michaelhardcore13
The spectral blue light pierced the deep ebony, possessing its harmony and brought its surface to life with a liquid glister. Still, the secret river below the rigid marble's form could not be reached by mere touch, could not be breached, would not heed my call. Yet it held me at the edge and let me look upon the fall.
Past the gargoyle's watch, past the silver bridges, past the sleeping dragon, past the king's platform, my gaze travelled down. It drifted on to where the night had fallen and now bathed the ground, except where the lanterns glow along the shadowy road, along the grey river where the mists of gathering ghosts clung.
Then we flowed across the plains of scattered mansions and haunted graveyards,
A Strange LoverNo one in her life had ever liked him. She was too young for him, they insisted, and they were right. He knew they were right but for him, it was love at first sight. Despite how broken she was, there was also a strength he could see in the young girl, a strength so beautiful that he couldn't resist her. He never understood how she hadn't seen it and how she had thought so lowly of herself. But then, he saw people so very differently.A Strange Lover by Azzaneth
Despite his best attempts, she sought him out. She wanted to get away from her family and friends who didn't understand her. He understood her, that was enough for her. She didn't care if the others hated him, she loved him. She would fall into his arms and beg him to take her away, to a better place. He held her tightly, protectively. Yet, he knew he was no good for her, the others were right. He had to let her go, had to let her go to her family and friends who loved her and despised him. He didn't want to come between them.
He stared down at her and be
The Dragon Slave of The Basinite FjordsThe Dragon Slave of The Basinite Fjords by thwackcrackers
The very air rippled as the leathery whip came whistling down along Shara's exposed midsection. With a cringing thwack the barbed torture tool lashed her belly again and again. Blood sprayed and sapphire scales were rent violently from her flesh, falling onto the hard stone floor in a collective pile. Shara growled away the seething pain that gutted her away but stubbornly refused to whimper. A whimper expressed defeat and in the sadistic eyes of her tormentors, defeat was what they strove to implant within her.
A rasping voice dragged Shara away from the nightmare of the whip and into a world full of misery. "That's enough. I wish to speak with it."
Shara's body hurt all over and her head swam with nausea as she turned her neck to see a small, obsidian colored creature approach her. The creature bore a disturbing visage and obsidian ornate armor as black as his skin. He tugged his beard a long while, studying the fruits of his work that lay in a pathetic heap be
Halos are overratedFreedom rings. Freedom waves like a banner in the wind. It's old and tattered. So very frayed at the edges but all anyone can see is the big red letters, so bold they're on the verge of blinding. A mess of scarlet ink is all I could make out, the words blurred from a rush of adrenaline. Some make out a blessing, a soft flowing font spelling out a prayer, but me…I was a bull charging, daring those words to come into focus- challenging my conformity.Halos are overrated by prettyflour
I was whiskey brave or was it wine? Oh yes, it was a nice Cabernet left to breathe between my lips then a Moscato so sweet I couldn't see past the taste. A glass half full of defiance that left me drunk and enraged, thrilled and almost out of my mind, but it's not what you think. You see, I used to be a coward. I was a being whose self-worth didn't exist and whose voice was never more than a whisper.
I was told I was loved but never felt like I was. I wanted to be beautiful but my flaws made mirrors run screaming
Love's ImprintI still find myself bleeding over the wound you left me, three years later. Some days you are the dull in my fingertips, others you are my inability to look a man in the eye. But mostly, you are my constant distrust. My body no longer feels set ablaze passing by your house, or hearing your name. But my mind remains bruised, even with years to heal and countless short-lived remedies. I've tried the pills, pot, liquor, and even flimsy lovers, but my friends still manage to say they miss the old me. The me that you took away. And between trying to still recollect the shatters of my heart and mind, I can't seem to find her either. No one told me love would do this to me, no one managed to tell me what happens after. If I knew what I did now, I would of saved whatever remaining sanity I had and left.Love's Imprint by BathroomStallStories
Bookworm TipoffMain Message:Bookworm Tipoff by IddyBiddySquish
Squishy here; Just wanted to give you guys a good hot tip for if you're a bit of a bookworm like myself: Rivermead Books is my mother's company. The clue is in the title - it's all about books. If you like reading then this is one of the best places to start you're list of to-reads. There's such a large variety of books it would defiantly be in your best interest - both in fulfilling your desire to read the book you and and financially - to check it out.
There's a bit talking about the types of books she sells - it varies from self-help books to fantasy novels to note books to art books - even some horror genre in there . But I can't be specific as its such a big list. Either way, the chances are high in that there'll be something that'll catch your eye. That or you might find that book you were looking for but could never find a decent price. Who knows?
Well, you will if you check it out
- Squishy (Aka Alicia)
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