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The two boys meet at a bar where the mute can play the music he hears in his head and heart. He, Jaisen, could feel the music in his veins and feel it running through his body. The Principal and other teachers and staff like only classical music. Things that weren't exactly boring but dull after repeating the same thing for three whole years.  So what could Jaisen do other than get a job to save money so when his last year at Grand Priam School For The Arts came to an end he would go somewhere music thrived and became a part of daily life. Blaecleah had lived in New Orleans since he was sixteen and his mom gave him free reign to live in the

A little boy pushed the girl off the swings. She told her parents. They said ‘It’s a boy’s way of telling you they like you'. The next day she was pushed into the sandbox by the same boy. That was during kindergarten. In elementary he bullied the girl, pushing her down at recess, Throwing her papers down, teasing her. She told her parents, and they said ‘He likes you, and doesn’t know how to show it’ The bullying continued into the beginning of senior year   That was when the boy and the girl got together. Several months after graduation they got married, two years later a baby girl was born to them. Two

I had to wipe everything from   the laptop and had to re-start everything from it. Basically I had to restore it to its factory setting. It took 2 day to do that install and uninstall everything that was on there. Yesterday I was finally been able to go online and find out that everything in my bookmarks was erased, and yet again I had lost another account on tumblr, the chick posted some pretty cool stuff and now nothing. When I was getting out of my bed, my laptop was perched on a folder to let air into the laptop so it wouldn't overheat. I tripped because of the charger cable and the laptop fell down on my foot, and the place where you p

Time is ticking You can hear it You can feel it Taste,see it, hear it. Nothing can done To stop it You can't reach it Touch it, or stop it Everything is coming to an end Nothing can be done But only if you would only Open your eyes. Chaos, mayhem, destruction The only thing I see. A flower in a field of war, Something pure and innocent tainted At the first stages of life Nothing can be done. This is life Innocence and Bliss Taken away to fast and early Children becoming adults Faced with decisions no one can finish Nothing can be done Structures and lives coming undone Treacherousness and Lies, Death and Life, Hate and Love. War and

~~~~~Your Pov~~~~~~    England’s house was beautiful. Somehow he had gotten it close enough to a cliff that dropped down to a beautiful beach and crystalline azure ocean. The sea breeze ruffled your clothes as the salt dried your lips, and tangled into your (h/l)(h/c), giving it that wonderful tousled look.  The waves lapped at the shore bringing memories of times at the beach you and Arthur had.     That was back then when he was freer, careless. Almost peaceful. Even though his country was in turmoil he was careless. That attracted me to him Your own country lived, no thrived in the chaos of others. Your country was the balance be

      Hair color (h/c) Eyelash color(e/c) Eye color(e/c) Hair length (h/l). First England x reader. Yet first x reader anything. Will add so do not fret  Mon Cheri's I will finish this.       ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~            They were in the conference still. All countries seem to be all abuzz about somethings. You wonder why?  Could it be that I am slowly and effectively screwing up their little word?               Its been centuries since you  have seen  him  ,but I don't think he remembers. He did spell himself into forgetting everything.  Too bad you are  going to ruin his heaven just like h

       Nothing could have prepared me for this. I had thought I have seen everything since my rebirth some years ago. I have seen goblins, death, faeries, elves, hybrids of the most mythical animals, dragons, witches, any and every supernatural being I have seen.     I have never thought my killer would be the father of the troubled , sweet, and handsome boy in front of me.  I stood in front of him, not knowing what to do, even as my body told me to kill him and run.        Why my body told me to kill him, I will never know. Everything that is happening now in my life is so destructive, everything I touch turns to dust.       I would

*Underline and Italics are the dreams.*        I looked at the looming, and tall building in front of me. I still cannot believe I had spent 3 whole years here.  The building was done in a crème color, but it mostly had glass windows that doubled as the walls of the building.  It was four levels high with elevators and stairs. The building had wings for each subject, and there were over 60 classes for each subject. The class sizes were small as in fifteen to twenty people to a class with a teacher and an assistant.       I parked under the trees, seeing my friends waiting for me under the shade of the trees in front of our school.