What Broke your heart
In April of 2014, my step-dad found two kittens that had been abandoned, we believe the mother had been eaten by a coyote. The poor babies were barley even three weeks old, couldn't walk and were on death's door step. The smallest fuzzy one, who was later named Ginger, was barley alive and was so cold to the touch. At first we thought she was dead, but it was a miracle that she lived. Her sister, Pumpkin, was way better off than she was. But they were both small and under weight. The day that my step-dad found them was cold and rainy, the kinda cold that chills you to the bone. Anyway, I got put on mama cat duty (because
#199 write a Dear John letter by sierra9, literature
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#199 write a Dear John letter
#199 Write a "Dear John" letter to your high-school sweetheart.
Dear Jake,
I hope that you don"t think that I never loved you, At one point I did, but i just can't do this anymore. At first I was so excited for you, you were going off to join the United States Army! Who wouldn't be excited for you? You had said that you were going off to start a new and better life for us and we were going to have it all! At the time, what I didn't realize is how long *10 weeks actually was. And to add on to that, only getting to see you for two days before you got shipped off to *AIT for another 32 weeks? I'm sorry Jake, but I just cant do that. I am sor
#305 The Point of View of a Blind Person by sierra9, literature
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#305 The Point of View of a Blind Person
Color. That's all I hear people talk about. I hear them say things like "look how red the roses are" or "is it black and blue or white and gold." How the hell would I Know! The only color that i know is Black! People have tried to explain what the colors of the rainbow look like, but it is all gibberish to me. At least life isn't all bad, I don't have to see all the girls with ungodly body parts falling out of their cloths. When I was sixteen I got my seeing-eye dog, a German shepherd golden retriever mix, named Socks, and apparently he is "the cutest thing on the face of the earth". It took me a while to get used to and to trust him, but n
As a child,
I was always wild,
Even the day,
That I will keep at bay,
The day there was a snake under my bed,
Right under my head.
I was only three,
Oh so wild and free,
I woke up that morning,
Thinking the day would be boring,
My brother came into my room,
He was skinner than a broom.
He walked near and the snake came out,
Tyler was not on scout,
We were both freaked,
I sat so still my bed didn't creak,
Then my dad came in,
I knew we were saved then.
My dad lifted me off my bed,
I was scared out of my head,
My life began to flash before my eyes,
I began to cry,
My dad told me to get the bat,
That was the end of that.
Forever
An eternal life
In the name of
The father, the son and the
Holy spirit
Honesty
On the edge
People talk
Every where
Loneliness
Of the heart
Valentine's day
Everlasting
Any time
Night or
Day
Living to the fullest
In the time you have
Fear nothing but fear its self
Every day do something new
Oh dear phone,
You are not a cone,
You are square and flat,
I would never hit you with a bat,
You wake me from my sleep,
You wake me in a heap,
You always tell the time,
You always give me the sign
That I have a text,
You are very complex,
You always change the date,
That is what I hate,
You wake me up on Saturday,
Telling me it's another day,
I do love you,
Even if you're not always on que,
You can get on my nerves,
You sometimes throw me curves,
You can be sweet,
You don't smell like feet.
In the dark of the night,
The young girl woke in a fright,
The poor, small girl woke in a fright,
She had never had such a scare,
She looked around her deathly dark room,
The one thing she recognize was a broom,
The child let out a horrible shriek,
When her door began to open with a creek,
She was too afraid to move muscle,
Until she heard a rustle,
On the other side of her closet sized room,
Where all the darkness still looms,
She jumped out of her small bed,
Where she went was never said,
She eventually ran into a large, harry beast,
The skeleton was ready for a feast.
The beast ran after her,
Every detail went by her in a blur,
It caugh
I am a sixteen year old girl by sierra9, literature
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I am a sixteen year old girl
I am a sixteen year old girl,
Life goes on around me in a whirl,
I love to write,
I have dogs that don't bite.
My parents are divorced,
They have never forced
To choose where I want to live,
I try to be active.
I love to ride horses,
Though I never ride on courses,
I have a total of four,
All of which I adore.
I used to play softball,
I wasn't good at all,
I don't have the reflexes of a cat,
So I wasn't good at the bat.
I used to have a cat,
Who loved to bat
At all of our feet,
We would always call defeat.
I used to have a bulldog,
Hidie was a couch hog,
She died three years ago,
It was her time to go.
I love to go to church camp,
Thoug
Basket Weaving (Deidara x Reader) by Komeko-chan, literature
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Basket Weaving (Deidara x Reader)
Slight crack story! ~heplz (https://www.deviantart.com/heplz)
Basket Weaving
“Like this?”
He bent down to examine the sculpture. “Hmmm...” After a moment of quiet observation, he pulled back and clicked his tongue in disappointment. “Nope. Un.”
You hung your head in exhaustion. “But I really tried this time...”
“Well,” he replied stolidly, “I don't see it.”
Your jaw tightened but you didn't respond. For two hours you had been stuck in a smelly, hot room with a pyromaniac who refused to let you leave until you made the “perfect” art. He had given you a leering grin when relating this
Crossing the Line [Levi Ackerman] by KohakuButterfly, literature
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Crossing the Line [Levi Ackerman]
It was all fun and games with you since you were the wife of Lance Corporal Levi. Only new recruits and a few foolishly brave souls dared flirt with you. The brave souls did it behind the corporal's back. While the new cadets did it ignorantly in front of Levi, landing them with extra chores, laps and stable duties. You had tried to stop them before Levi let out his wrath, but it never got through. Despite this, no one ever physically touched you more than a hand on your shoulder. More would result in instant death-by-glare from your beloved husband of four years. You never thought anyone would have the guts to anyway. All of them being
What If [Levi Ackerman] by KohakuButterfly, literature
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What If [Levi Ackerman]
"So...when you going to get back with her?" asked Hanji, Levi had been glaring over at where Reiner and Jean had been talking you up all lunch.
"I'm not getting with anyone, brat. We were never together in the first place," he spat, Hanji plunked the bent spoon out of the corporal's hand with a skeptic look.
"I'm not stupid. I know you two were together together. Just like I know that you told her you love her. And I know she loves you back. I honestly thought you were going to get married." Levi grunted something that sounded like 'so did I.' "So why'd you let her go?" Levi's glare turned to Hanji, who simply rephrased her stat
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