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L vs C (Wersja Polska)- Ale ja nie mam nic do pisania! – skłamała dziewczynka, która siedziała za stołem.
- Trzymaj. – Uśmiechnęła się trochę starsza dziewczyna, po czym rozłożyła przed nią biały papier i wielki stos różnokolorowych piór, które nie wiadomo skąd wzięła. – Bierz to, które ci się podoba najbardziej.
Młodsza, kręcąc ustami, niechętnie wzięła jedno z piór – szaro-białe, które leżało najbliżej. Zrozumiała, że nie ma sensu wykręcać się słowami „nie chcę” lub „nie będę”. Tymczasem starsza odrzuciła długi warkocz za plecy i z inteligentnym spojrzeniem zaczęła tłumaczyć.
- Cyrylica została utworzona specjalnie dla narodów, które wyznają wiarę prawosławn
The time for eating (A Russellcest Thanksgiving)"Nerd Sunil, is the turkey ready yet?" Geek asked his mongoose friend.
"It's almost done Geek, just two more minutes." Nerd Sunil replied.
Geek was preparing the turkey for a thanksgiving dinner with him, his russellcest friends who were also bringing in something for the dinner.
"I really need this turkey to be perfect when our guests arrive." Geek said.
"I know, you told me that like five times already." Nerd Sunil said.
"Well I'm telling you again because it has to be. Shipper left me in charge of the turkey and I don't want to disappoint him." Geek said.
"Relax, it's not like anybody's going to eat it in two minutes." Nerd Sunil said.
"I know and you're right, but still-" Geek was cut off when he heard the timer go off. He opened the oven and brought out the turkey which came out perfectly.
"It looks so good Geek." Nerd Sunil said.
"Yeah...uhh, can you help me put this on the table? It's really heavy." Geek said.
"Sure." Nerd Sunil grabbed the bottom part of the other side of the t
Quant's Confused Christmas MiracleChristmastime… It’s a time of magic, love, and friendship. And for one girl that never celebrated it before, she is about to experience that first hand…
Quant Smith-Footsies was a girl that’s been through a lot through her first 11 years. For starters, her mom NEVER celebrated Christmas, or ANY holiday. In fact, she would be whipped if she even thought of trying to celebrate the holidays. Although when she was forced to go on the newest Total Drama, a pink-haired angelic girl, named Xylia, was her savior. Although she insulted Xylia at first, she was really brainwashed, thanks to her mom. And after being beaten to near death by her mom, when she visited the Playa, she managed to get her way back to the Lot, where Xylia helped her out, even risking her life to take down the deranged mom. After the show, she was taken in by Xylia’s family, and later adopted into said family. From there, Quant would change for the better, both in appearance
Thanksgiving"Honey, we don't have any pie."
I couldn't quite hear him over the water running into the sink. I didn't really care what he was saying; I was relishing the feeling of the freezing tap water on my skin.
I shut off the tap.
Ryan's face appeared in the crack of the bathroom door.
"Pie," he said. "Pumpkin pie. We usually get the frozen one. We don't have any. You forgot."
I stared at him in the mirror, trying to keep the incredulous expression off my face.
"The pie. You came in here and interrupted me to tell me that I forgot about the pie."
A shadow passed over Ryan's face. He knew he'd messed up.
"I was just putting everything out on the counter for you," he said tentatively. "And Brennan asked where the pie was."
"Why didn't you just tell him there's not any?"
"You felt the need to come in here and bother me about it."
It wasn't a question.
"There's not any pie," I said firmly. "So why are we having this conversation?"
Ryan looked away from me. "Sorry," he
ContinuitySummary: Original fiction. Calvin is annoyed when his foster-son sneaks out in the middle of the night. Fortunately, he knows where to go to find him.
It was the dead of night, but St. Seraphim Mission was clearly alive. Calvin Kim could see light coming from the stained-glass windows as he pulled up in his car, with the sound of chanting and music wafting over the half-filled parking lot.
He stormed up to the front doors and then hesitated for just a moment. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. Then he opened the heavy front door and slipped into the church.
Only a few of the worshipers turned as he entered, and their interest lasted for only a moment. Calvin shut the door behind him and edged along the back wall, his anger quickly replaced by awkwardness. All of the congregants were singing, mostly in a language that Calvin didn’t understand. The priest (minister? reverend? Calvin was pretty sure it was a priest) was in front of the altar; he wore black robes a
I drag the crayon across the wall finally finishing my art work. The crayon slips from my hand and falls to floor in front of me. I push back away from the wall and stare up at the colors as they flow across the otherwise blank colorless surface. I smile at the design I have created. “DAMN YOU, NOT AGAIN!” his voice grinds into my ears. In a frantic moment I push the crayons under the bed and turn to the door curling up in fear. From under the door his shadow forms. The door is unlocked and pushed violently to the wall. Angered, he steps into my cell like room. “I TOLD YOU NOT TO TAKE ANYTHING FROM THE KITCHEN!” I quiver holding my knees to my chin. I make no eye contact with him, keeping my gaze upon the floor as I have been taught for all those years. He steps up to me with a growl on his breath. His firm grip placed upon the collar of my shirt. I cringe as my weight is lifted effortlessly from the floor. The collar of my shirt begins to show signs of giving o
Time for a change - FTM story (chapter 2)I went to the bathroom after at least half an hour to wait to calm down. I was washing all of the makeup that was smeared; not placed but smeared as my brother, had no self control to what he was doing. My eyes stung, not just from how long I was crying but because of the force of the eyeliner that was placed in and on my eyes. Yup.. On. He even bent my eyelashes back into the eyeballs, with the force of the mascara brush. It took me at least an hour, to get off all the make up I mean it wasn't just a few cosmetics like foundation and eyeliner. It was full pink blush, blue eye shadow, eyeliner and mascara. It made me look like a clown.. My mum came into the bathroom as she wanted to know where I was.
"Emily? Are you okay?" I looked at her a little, not fully but my eyes were in her direction. "Yeah, I'm fine just taking a wash why?" She responded with "I was just wondering what you were up too. Dinners going to be done soon so don't be too long, love you." I nodde
PaperDoll Requests/Commisons?Yes im making some PaperDoll commisions! now i know some pepole send there art/PaperDolls to the owner of the chara but i cant.. sorry! but anyways.. if i were to make a commison it would be one of your chara being held(yes i really hold it and take a picture of it in RL) in a (usualy) funny possition, but it would be drawn on paper! (thats a PaperDoll) Kk.. here are the prices
((if its your birthday or a holiday you get 50% off!))
this would be for one chara,you chose what the charas is doing while being held, Eating a yummy oversized food,sleeping, ECT((if you get two charas in seprate commisions it would be double but if you get them in the same commison its only 4 points more))
PaperDoll Sketch= light paperdoll sketch 4 Points
PaperDoll Lined Drawing= the drawing is cleaned and done over with a black ink pen and the sketch is erased 10 Points
PaperDoll colored Drawing= The Lined drawing is colored over with (your choice) Pencil Crayons(neater) or Markers (not as neat) is 15
16 Tons16 Tons
The full moon hung low in the sky, marred by blood red streaks as the sun fought for dominance as he slowly climbed up. The wind whispered soft prayers to the heavens as dirty kids with black sooty faces and oily hands and heads ran barefoot through the soft grasses. Wild flowers of every assortment snapping underfoot, melting back to dust as the children ran down to the creek. Cottonwoods shaking loose their down overhead as tiny hands filled pots, pans, and cracked buckets with water. Silent and somber except for the sound of footprints. Not a word was uttered as the band slowly crept back to the rotting town. Each child marched past the shining Company Store. Each child casting a longing glance at the sturdy brick building which gleamed among the ramshackle buildings that made up the mountain town. Silently parting ways down the dirt road to their homes, they knew of all the good things that came from the store but they dared not talk about it. Hungry stomachs and weak minds
Twenty-three years before the crippling of Crown Prince James III
He was fourteen and she was probably aged about the same, give or take a few years. It had been an hour since he'd met her.
He hated her already.
She scowled behind him and likely shared the sentiment as they scampered up the hillside in a desperate attempt to escape the roaring mob that seemed to be growing perpetually larger and coming ever-closer. Gabriel would have liked to say that it was all her fault he was in this situation, though it was his careless nicking ofwhat was it? A chicken that started the first old woman running, but how was he supposed to know that she'd stumble and fall and everyone else would think he'd assaulted her?
He hadn't. He'd taken the chicken, snapped its neck and run, because he hadn't eaten meat in weeks and he was starting to feel the affects on his already weak limbs.
This is what happens, he thought. This is what happens when you live like th
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