Hetalia Virus Fanfic Prologue by hawkstar53, literature
Literature
Hetalia Virus Fanfic Prologue
~*Italy*~
I wanted it to be a normal day.
Italy smiled in his sleep. He was dreaming a good dream, one about lots and lots of pasta. "P-Pasta..." Italy muttered. The noodles falling into the bowl in a perfect manner. Then the tomato sauce drizzled itself onto the pasta, shredded cheese also falling from the sky. Italy looked down to see a fork in his hand. He twirled the pasta onto his fork and lifted it to his mouth. Just as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted from his dream.
Someone was shaking him. Italy reluctantly opened his eyes. He knew it wasn't Germany. Germany was much harsher than this. "Itary! Itary! Prease wake
Skype Resorts Christmas Party by shadow-chameleon, literature
Literature
Skype Resorts Christmas Party
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...nope. Once upon a time...nah, that won’t fit either. Ho ho ho...wait Santa doesn’t even apply here. Hmmm...it began after the dust of Christmas Eve, the night sky filled with stars, except you couldn’t really see that with all the lights from Skype Resorts polluting the night sky. Ya sure let’s go with that.
Anyways, a party was booked prior by a certain fluffy charmeleon in the commons of the resort, just before a group of legendaries made their plans for the commons, so yay, party for a group of friends! Screw those legendaries, probably most of them coul
Before you kill yourself... by MikkiMarie, literature
Literature
Before you kill yourself...
Before you kill yourself,
Remember just one little thing.
There are places to go,
Where you have never been before.
How can you be sure those places are bad?
There are things to see,
Things you have never seen before.
How can you be sure those things are ugly?
There is a new tune to hear,
Something you've never heard before.
How can you be sure that tune is scary?
There are words to be said,
Things that have never been said before.
How can you be sure those words are hurtful?
There are dreams to be imagined,
Things you have never dreamed before.
How can you be sure that they are nightmares?
Darling, please don't give up.
Please stay st
War is life.
I will never believe that
Life is precious and beautiful.
I will always believe that
We must disregard the lives of others to coexist.
It is utterly primitive and foolish to believe that
Selflessness and empathy will make a difference.
This is what our society is built upon
Greed and selfishness are virtues.
It is hopelessly wrong to believe that
War is death.
Every now and again I forget that being a child is different than being an adult. I remember during sixth grade I thought everything around me was childish. I thought being a child was a bad thing – it was just an excuse to do stupid things and get away with it. Funny thing was I was technically still a kid at the time.
Whenever my brother does something I don’t like, I almost immediately try to stop him. My parents hate it when I do that. I don’t blame them; I’m pretty harsh when it comes to my brother’s antics. They keep telling me I did the exact same things he’s doing now when I was young.
Sometimes
She had friends. She had family. But she always felt that she didnt have enough.
Shes always balling everthing up inside. She always thinks her life isnt so rough.
She likes her music, she loves her art. Its everything she does.
But a friend told her different. She began to lose her trust.
The little lion began to fall.
Never did she really feel that small.
She sobbed and she cried. Took a walk in the rain.
She kept thinking "nothing will be the same"
Her friend knew everything about art. much more then her.
She was sobbing, her chest was beginning to hurt.
"What will I do now?" She asked. "Its everything I know."
"Now I'll nev
Guess Who's Back? -ChapterTwelve- You Miss Me Cry? by ShadowWolf718, literature
Literature
Guess Who's Back? -ChapterTwelve- You Miss Me Cry?
Chapter Twelve - You Miss Me, Cry?
"I think it'd be best to go this way."
"I thought we just came from there?"
"No we came from there."
"It looks familiar though."
"Everything looks the same! Everything looks familiar."
"Shut up! Geeze you idiots need to get it together." Stephano's shout echoed through the halls which had just emptied of our voices. All three of us looked down upon the little golden statue in wonder. "It's that way, now shut up."
A little thrown back we obeyed his directions. Down the hall we began to hear voices. Not the groans and roars of monsters but actual voices of humans. The
When all is lost and youve given up
When you cry into your pillow, saying youve had enough
look into the mirror a second time
I promise, all can be fine
ignore your flaws, look at the good
think the way you always should
your eyes are glimmering, your hair is soft
that zit on your face? Psh, itll be gone
Youre beautiful, thats all I have to say
Now go on, enjoy life, have a good day