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For the first time...The graves had laid untouched for years...There was a part of both sisters that resented their parents for what had been done to them….The King and Queen locking them away from each other and the world…
But overtime...Forgiveness did come….But the graves were left untouched...Until now.
The current Queen approached the headstone of her mother, her long pale blue cloak trailing behind her as she cradled a bundle in her arms.
“You were always afraid of me...And for me...I never understood why...But I guess I do now…” She spoke softly looking down at what she held a faint smile gracing her face. “But...There was something you two will never understand now...That love...Was the key to controlling my power…And love will be the key forever more…I know what you did was out of love…”
A soft cry caught her attention as she tightened her hold on the bundle rocking it. Elsa leaned back against the large grave sliding down to
Missed Meeting Penny stared at her latte as the rain ran down the window beside her. She barely gave any notice to the chilled breeze that was managing to sneak around the panes of glass even though her arm that was closest to the window was cold.
She looked at her watch then relieved her breath in a defeated sigh. He wasn’t coming. She should have known that he wouldn’t come, what reason was there for him to have come anyhow? She wasn’t anything special, especially to him.
She rested her chin in her hand s she went back to staring at her untouched drink. She no longer wanted it, she didn’t think that she would ever want a latte ever again. She had, after all, only developed a liking for them when she had found out that it was his favorite; it had seemed like it would be something that they could share. Now it only seemed to remind her of how stupid she had been to believe he would want to meet her.
When Paths Cross
Sophie - 11
“Ok, so Nine hundred thirty nine divided by six. First you would…um. This is a lot harder I thought it would be.” Sophie moaned as she slammed the unfinished mathematics worksheet onto the kitchen table. She hated math with a passion. It was just so frustrating. Give her history, writing, even geography and she knew exactly what to do. Math however, not so much.
She didn’t understand how her purple clad uncle could keep all those numbers straight. Wait, that‘s it. Maybe he could help her. With that, the small female turtle jumped from the chair with her paper and pencil to find her uncle. “Uncle Don?” She called as she entered the lab. “Are you in here?” Then, she saw it.
Her dad told her Donnie had been working on something big, but this was outstanding. At first glance, it seemed to be an ordinary telephone booth, but Sophie knew better. First of all, it was wrapped with caution tape. The tall green booth, in an
Time of Month.T’was an ordinary day in the Williams’ household, Fracois and Snowflake were playing with Mister Kumajiro, Matt was relaxing on the couch, but, weeellll……Tundra….Wasn’t really being herself. “MATTY!!” She called out to her husband in a harsh tone, which she rarely did. Matt whimpered and poked his head into their room. “Y-Yes, my little snowflake? S-Something wrong?” “Of COURSE something’s wrong. I’m hungryyyyyyy!” She whined. Matt sighed a bit, and brought her back a bag of potato chips. “H-Here…” He said with a tiny smile. Tundra squeed, hugged him, and began eating.
Matt smiled, but went to his laptop and googled the symptoms Tundra was having. He facepalmed when he saw what it was, and shut his laptop. He then went to their room and hugged her from behind, smiling. Tundra growled a little at this and sorta nudged him off, now eating chocolate. Matt then went to call Franc
Not Good EnoughWhy is it that nothing I do is good enough? It just doesn’t seem to matter, regardless of how hard I try, how far I strive. I’ve been trying, you know. I’ve been trying hard. I’ve been eating better, healthier than before. I’m trying more actively to cut my weight and to stop feeling lethargic. I’ve been going on walks more regularly despite my ankles burning and my bad knee acting up. I’ve been sleeping better and sleeping longer, like I should, rather than staying up and sleeping for two hours. I’ve been trying to stay positive, and it’s actually been working, too. I’ve been happier. I’ve felt better in the last week than I have in the last 10 years.
Why doesn’t that matter to you? It’s never a ‘good job’ or a ‘keep trying’ with you. It’s always ‘yeah okay but why aren’t you doing this?’ It pretty much doesn’t matter what I try to tell you, I’ve re
Tomorrow's A Beautiful DayHigh, soft green grass, nearly as high as my chest, ripples in a light wind across an open field like rolling waves on the sea, and elderly oak trees wave hello, glittering in the late-day sun. Pale blue skies with natural, patchy white clouds paint a faded background, and there is a soft glow to everything. A bay and chestnut horses are grazing peacefully in the distance and birds are chirping and singing and fluttering around like they usually do.
With dark brown hair pulled back into a wavy ponytail, and a beaming proud smile on her face, a woman dressed in a black t-shirt and forest fatigues stands near a white picket fence, with a young girl on her hip, two other girls and a boy are chasing each other around her feet, giggling.
A girl, about four years old with bobbing pigtails and pink ribbons in her hair, peeks out from behind her mom's leg, one thumb in her mouth and the other hand clinging to her mom's leg. Her face lights up as she sees who it is, her dark eyes wide and danci
My house my life tfa ficNarrator P.O.V.
" It was a house in a residential neighborhood . A two-storey house , 4 bedrooms, 2 baths , meditation room , living room , kitchen , laundry area , a beautiful garden and a large backyard . In this house lived a couple with their three children . The father was a descendant of Chinese with long hair to his waist , dark brown and smooth. He was pale , had a great chin, hazel eyes , hoarse voice. He was a reflective and quiet guy. Teachs ninja art classes . Ryou Wang was his name , but he was known for Prowl . He had a very overactive wife named Sari. She was a brunette , with auburn hair , red eyes . She was assistant of his father, dr.Isaac Sumdac, a scientist specialized in robotics.
They had 3 daughters . Mariana was the oldest . She was a brunette , had a black , long, straight hair like grandfather and hazel eyes . She was a quiet and sensitive to bad reviews about her family . She was 17. The middle daughter was Nur . She
His Bitter MemoriesI listened as tears of sadness and the laughter of fond memories reverberated off the wooden walls of the small, events centre. Near the entrance on a rectangular table, a book of condolences was filling up steadily. A funeral pamphlet and a small box for donations were spread out around the book for William, a man one either loved or owed.
I turned over an empty glass from another table in the room off to the side and half-filled it with water. I lifted the glass to my lips and scanned the room of faces. My chest tightened when I didn’t find the face I was looking for. Derek. Where was he? When we had had lunch earlier in the week, he had assured me he would attend.
My eyes wandered to my car and I pictured how I might escape. I could slip out and be back with Derek before the service started. I had hoped that he would attend so that it didn't have to come to this. I thought that William’s death would have at least dampen the hate in his heart so we could be together
DressesRyan loved his sons. It was one of the few sentiments he made sure to express now and again, otherwise, he worried that the boys would begin to think he didn't care about them (like their momma had when she went and found herself a new man and got outta town one night). But, this, this the truck driver didn't think he could condone. Not from a son of his.
There was Ike in front of his great-aunt's full length mirror wearing what he bet was a dress of his momma's. It was the right color anyway. She'd always said white dresses were prettiest. He had to agree, she'd looked amazing in her wedding dress (it had been white and long, the cut on the back going nearly to her butt). Ryan Lepowski loved his sons. But he didn't love his oldest boy wearing a summer dress in front of his great-
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