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Jerad's FriendHe always woke me up really early. Every time his mom would let him come over, he just barged right in and made me get up so we could play together.
He was always energetic like that. I guess that's why I liked hanging out with him so much.
The skies were pure and fields were green
The sun was brighter than it's ever been
His mom would always tell us to be careful, and I would always tell her not to worry.
She would still worry anyway. We were younger back then, so I suppose it was only natural for her to worry about us.
When I grew up with my best friend Kenny,
We were closer than any brothers that you ever knew
On any given Saturday, we would always be at the local park, playing with each other for hours on end.
In the summer time we even brought water balloons and waged war against on another.
Kenny would always win.
(That's because I always let him.)
It was always summer and the future called
We were ready for adventures and we wanted them all
When we weren't a
I always did like Spring over the other seasons.
Summer with it's waves of heat, never really suited me too well.
Autumn is very nice indeed, but the leaves are always a dead brown around The Mansion. It's a terribly depressing sight.
Winter is just cold. Add that to the fact that it is almost always night, and well, Winter is just as depressing as Autumn.
But not Spring. Spring is a wonderful time when the flowers bloom, and the winds start to change.
Ha ha. I always feel a little bit older and younger at the same time...
But it doesn't bother me too much. After all, if memory serves, many good things have happened in Spring as well.
I remember back a couple of years ago, when Jessica and Marc had that fight.
I was devastated when they both left, promising never to come back.
But they returned just two weeks before Spring ended. I was so happy. I don't think I was ever so happy.
It was also in Spring that I met Ashley and Nina.
My Loves... They never fail to put a smile on my f
Chaos Begets HarmonyThunder exploded. "Come, I have a story to tell you, while we wait for this storm to pass." The man who spoke was very tall, almost seven feet tall, and very thin as well. He stepped away from the cabin window and sat on the floor with two other people. As he sat, the glowing lamp illuminated his face, revealing the nasty burn scar across his right eye.
"Oooooh." The other, somewhat younger man said. He sat cross-legged on the floor, with two monochrome swords by his sides. He peered over to his side, where the third, much younger man sat. His black and white eyes playfully gazed at the boy as he said, "This is a good one, never gets old."
The boy rolled his amethyst eyes as he kept his arms crossed. He too had two monochrome swords, but both of his were on his right. His shoulder-length black hair swayed as he looked away from the bothersome man, ignoring him.
The older man cleared his throat. The others turned to him. Lightning flashed outside.
"There have been many wars on our world
0-0: James ColletteMarch 22, 2011
Now that my head has had a couple of years to clear, I would like to take this chance to... Recount the events from all those years ago.
I created him.
I don't know why I did. Probably just because he said I could.
I looked around, did some research. Mostly anatomy and biology.
It took a couple of days, but I did it.
Using a combination of an advanced medical magick, (note the k - really old school magic) alchemy, and some ninjutsu, I managed to create a human being.
From Nothing, I created Something.
He would call me big brother. It was the first thing he said.
Which was an amusing title for someone who was three feet shorter than him, and one hundred forty pounds lighter as well.
I named him Hugo.
He was later dubbed 0-1.
I created Hugo merely as an experiment, but that didn't make it hurt any less.
Hugo was... Simple. He couldn't quite grasp certain concepts.
So he, for whatever reason, saw it fit to protect me. With his life...
He was missed, b
The Tender Angel's Lineage"You wanna know about Jessica? She's a Cleric; what else could you ever need to know?
"...Her past? Son, you all kinds of stupid if you care about something as irrelevant as- What?"
He turned around, and barely had a chance to yelp as she bonked him with her staff. He stood up and scrambled from the bustling tavern, whimpering to his mom.
She grumbled something about him being inconsiderate before sitting at the table with me. She leaned the staff against the nearby wall.
When she turned to me, her face softened considerably. Where was once a venomous glare accompanied by a sneer, was now a charming smile and the most gorgeous green eyes I've ever seen. "Sorry about that." She said as she pulled a lock of her thick blonde hair behind her ear. "I heard someone was asking about me, so I decided to ask around. It was you, wasn't it?"
"Oh- Um..." I fumbled for an answer, only serving to amuse her.
"Easy, easy." She said. "Calm down." She spoke with the utmost patience and care. "Just ask m
World Renown DuetShe is calm, and caring
He is rash, and unrelenting
Her voice is heard throughout the world
His destruction is seen throughout the world
Her words echo across nations
His actions scar entire civilizations
She is the only voice of reason in a world of turmoil
He is the only source of strength in a world of turmoil
She has never once fought with her fists
He has never once spoke for peace
She has never waged war against another man
He has never imparted peace unto his neighbor
She is poetic in all that she does;
Beautiful in her style, a testament to patience.
He is brutal in all that he does;
Fearsome in his tenor, an accolade to conflict.
She is an academic, a scholar
He is a warrior, a soldier
She walks about in her finely pressed suit
With hand polished leather shoes, and stainless white gloves...
He marches about in his ancient heavy armour
With an aged and worn leather vest, and a bloodstained form...
A small woman, more akin to a nymph
A large man, more like an orc than a man
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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