Occupants of jail )(34rT 819There is a girl child who is always crying. Her tears never end, coloured blue with the grief of her broken heart. This girl longs to have someone, someone to love, someone to laugh with, sing with, cry with, to spend the endless simplicities of life with. She is shut behind the bars of a worn down jail, only occasionally let out, then harried back to her cell. She longs for things children don't know of, but cry in the way children cry, because children haven't learned to shut their hearts yet.Occupants of jail )(34rT 819 by cero00
In the jail there are other occupants. One is a girl, not quite gown but grown enough, who feels love, love for the earth around her, for the people who have hurt her, for anything that is living, regardless of what they have done. She is let out even less than the child before her. She does not hate or cry, smiling in a knowing manner of why she is locked up. Her heart is the most peaceful, though not the most pure.
Another is a boy. A boy who never grew in the "right" direction, one who thriv
Doomed SoulmatesLadies and gentlemen, have you ever heard of doomed soulmates? That was most certainly what these two are. No matter what universe, what gender, what ethnicity they were, it all came crashing down before long. Sometimes they never even met. But when. They did, it was always love at first sight. What pitiful souls. Let me show you, hmm?Doomed Soulmates by cero00
Alistair was in his mother's arms, sleeping peacefully before feeling something was majorly wrong and started crying. As his mother worriedly fussed over him, on the other side of the world, Tina had been born a stillborn babe, her parents crying into each other's arms.
In another world, Sean was standing at the funeral of Timothy, a boy he had met in a cafe eating ice cream. They had hit it off immediately, not knowing that moments later Timothy would be run over. He didn't even know why he was there. Timothy had just been a boy who he had just met.
Liam had recently fallen out with Rose, his girlfriend. He had just bought a ring, ready to propose when
2p! FRUS:The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot.If it makes you less sad2p! FRUS:The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot. by cero00
I will die by your hand
I hope you find out what you want
I already know what I am
And if it makes you less sad
We'll start talking again
And you can tell me how vile
I already know that I am
5 years old
Leonce watched Allan mope in a corner, having been reemed out by Oliver again for being too "punk-ish", as he put it. He stood up from his chair near the fireplace and walked over, cigarette extinguished on the ashtray. Allan looked up and glared, crimson eyes squinting at Leonce."What do you want, bastard?", he growled, or at least tried to.
Leonce smirked, ruffling Allan's head."Don't be so cocky little brat. I saw you moping not 5 minutes ago over your "Mommy". Just a piece of advice, that's all. Don't let your life be dictated by others, just be yourself." Leonce knew this might backfire on him, but he didn't really care, as long as he caused Oliver, his pink haired cupcake loving nemesis, some grief.
ScotlandxEngland:The Rains of Castamere."And who, are you,"the proud lord said,"that I must bow so low?"ScotlandxEngland:The Rains of Castamere. by cero00
"Only a cat of a different coat;that's all the truth I know.
In coat of gold or a coat of red, a lion still has claws.
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
As long and sharp as yours..."
Arthur approached Allistair apprehensively, dark forest green eyes flashing a vivid lighting green. It had been long since they had last met, and that had not been a particularly pleasant reunion. Allistair stared at Arthur, lip curling into an arrogant smirk, emerald eyes fixated upon the visage of his little brother. The two provided a striking contrast, Arthur, a small and lithe woman-like figure with cornflax hair and forest green eyes, Allistair, a tall and wiry man, with fiery crimson ginger hair and sharp emerald eyes.
"Long has it been, Arthur, nay, England. Or is it now the British Empire?" Allistair felt a myraid of contradicting emotions stir with
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