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Depressed!CanadaxReader - Worth More Than Gold
 _____ sighed as she stabbed passively at her breakfast. Despite her efforts, she couldn’t seem to get her friend Matthew out of her head. She had visited him the day before, but she had noticed that he wasn’t quite himself. Although he was almost always forgotten and/or ignored he was still happy and optimistic. But when _____ had visited him, the happiness and optimism were gone.

“Are you alright, ma chère?”

_____ blinked turning her head to face the person speaking to her. “Yeah, I’m okay,” she replied. She played a bit more with her food, then sighed again. “Francis, do you know what&rsq
Yeah I May be selfish 2p!GermanyxReader COM
Yeah I May be selfish
2p!GermanyxReader COM

  I’ve had loved this one girl. But I told her I like my beer more. She left. I liked this other girl. I told her I liked my guns more. She left. Then there was this other girl, I told her the same stuff but she didn’t leave like the others. That was surprising. Instead she stuck around and acted rougher and less fragile. Almost as if it would change my mind about what I said. And to be honest I kind of liked it. Not that I’d go off screaming it from the roof tops or anything.

  This frau I’m talking about has (h/l) (h/c) flowing hair. Sparkling (e/c) eyes that shone brig
Kankri X Reader: IndecisiveYour lusii argued in the foyer of your hive while you sat on the couch, speaking with Kankri about multiple subjects, which happened to include your ‘special’ family in the first place. Though, that’s what allowed you to develop a flush crush on the slightly elder in the first place. Heh…

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'Hey there ___! I'm so so so sorry for such a short notice, but I'm going to be gone until November! I got picked to be on the swim team! Well, for the soon-to-be Olympics, that is!
Wish me luck, I'll sea you later!
-Feferi 38D'
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Today. Yesterday was twenty-seven times.
You need a new habit.
It crumpled in your hand as you grit your teeth, throwing it onto the ground with a  small sob.
Your name is ___ ___, and your technical 'ex' girlfriend (or gillfrond, in her case), Feferi Peixes, died one week ago.
Or, because you keep track, one week, two hours and seven seconds ago.
...
And counting.
She was the best swimmer in the land, probably in the whole world, but she had a weird paranoia of going into water more than ten feet deep.
Sure, some little kids despise deep ends, but Feferi flinched at the mere sound of it.
You blame the Olympic practice team for it all.
No, not for her paranoia, as that has bee
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by ~MikanRin02

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"A purple butterfly on your right shoulder.
We kissed in the corner of the room.
I learned what it’s like to have a heartrending feeling.
Sounds of a piano rebounded, dissonance in my head..."

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However, the au
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AHA!

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Not-So-Sweet Desperation (Hetalia Omorashi)Warning: Hetalia Omorashi (pee desperation/ wetting), don't like don't read.

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Walls. Big, lifeless, grey-coloured walls. She hated them. And she was trapped inside them. They said it was her own wrong doing  that had  sent her to that place. It was a crime, they pronounced, to dance  with words.


Words...they were the  huntress  of the powerful...and the weapon of the dreamers.



Her stomach lurched in protest, dragging her out of her reverie. Two weeks had passed since the last time she had something to eat. A guard walked into her cell, left a tray at her feet and left. No words were exchanged. Not even a pitiful look. His eyes were  vacant and she felt no surprise as she saw the grey tinge surrounding his pupils.



Those walls...


She ran her hand on their surface, feeling the smoothness of the cold cement. There was a time, she remembered, when she could destroy walls with the power of words.


She could see them, her words, permanently marked upon the grey flesh. They were scars, the ugly marks on  haven's face. She could see them dancing in front of her...


'Change' was dressed in bright green, its curvy letters making it a seductive sight.


'Fight' glowed in fiery red, its orange flames consumming its prey. 


'Dream' floated in the middle of a purple cloud, its swayed letters capable of inducing one's mind into flying  a higher place...


-click-



The sound of the door opening pulled her back. There was the guard, holding the food tray. He sauntered towards her and deposited it carefully on the floor. 

The moment he entered, she knew there's something different in the air. She examined his face. He wasn't the same guard as before. He was rather young, with eyes that seemed to twinkle mischievously. There was no grey tinge in them, but a lively blue. Without any word, he walked out of the cell and closed the door. Her ears might  had betrayed her, but  she could have sworn she heard him giggle as he walked out. 


She looked at the tray and lifted the miserable lump of bread. A marker lied beneath it. Her fingers clutched around it and her face cracked into a smile...



She got up and turned around to face the wall behind her. The marker danced upon its surface with graceful movements and pirouettes. Carefully, she filled the empty canvas and stood back, waiting for its magic to work...



'Freedom' towered in front of her, with wings attached to its sides. She smiled as the words began to glow in blinding white, knowing that they would take her back.


























  



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The magic of wordsby ~Sayuri14

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This is my piece for :iconwriters--club: second round tournament! The theme is: Fighting for freedom. :D


Alright, time for my explanation.


I swear, I had several drafts of different ideas. In the end, I didn't like any.....and suddenly this popped into my mind!


This piece reflects my feelings about how nowadays words are easily degraded. Anyone can string them together, use them, and won't realize its power.


The grey color...mmm...it's how I perceive people have become (most of them). They're dull, willing to follow their leader with no questions asked. It's as if most people aren't creative anymore, capable of thinking for themselves, and they allowe routine to slow them.


Oh, and the character.....I haven't really analyzed her. I can tell you for sure, she's a graffitti artist. I've always admired the graffittis I've seen around my city. They're not vulgar, they're true pieces of art.

I could make a more in-depth analysis....but I haven't eaten anything since 5 hours ago...so I should get going XD
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~Bella-Dean Nov 25, 2012
This is a very interesting piece that somehow I missed when looking through the second round entries over at #Writers--club.
This just comes down to personal preference, but the extra spaces between words throws me off. Not enough to take away from the story, just slightly. Like I said, it's a personal pereference thing and in the end you need to be the one most pleased.
I really liked the use of color. I think that got your point regarding the dull v. the wordsmiths across well. And I also agree that people neglect the power behind words too often now.
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~Sayuri14 Nov 25, 2012  Student Writer
:) thanks for your comment. I didn't notice the spacing :s I use Word and then copypaste it on Stash, i didn't realize that the format changed. I'll fix it. :) yes, nowadays either words are ignored or misused.
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*TheElectricMonk Mar 24, 2012
Really nice story! I loved it! It's simple yet powerful.
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~Sayuri14 Mar 25, 2012  Student Writer
thank you :) :hug: it's really simple, I know, I struggle with long stories, my imagination doesn't expand so much :P
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Mood: Love ~reggar Mar 2, 2012
The story is amazing! :)
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~Sayuri14 Mar 2, 2012  Student Writer
thank you :D that lights up my day :)
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~reggar Mar 3, 2012
:) No problem. Glad I could be helpful, for once.
And it was a real pleasure reading it. I especially liked the part with the winged "Freedom". Fitting. :D
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~VolkesWagondaOtaku Feb 26, 2012  Student Writer
dawww <3 sweet story. you heard of Bansky? although his artworks tend to be more like newspaper cartoons, not decorated words, the theme's similar to this girl. [link] (check out #13)
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~Sayuri14 Feb 26, 2012  Student Writer
oh my god.....THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SHOWING ME THIS! I had never heard of him before.....but the man is a genius! a true visionary! I'm in love with his artwork, and #13....it's truly marvelous, thank you so much for sharing :) I got to say, #17 is my favorite
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~VolkesWagondaOtaku Feb 27, 2012  Student Writer
XD pbbly the world's most loved criminal, and he's got a reason. Yup, said #13 cuz it suits your story most but #17's epic <333 Go Banksy!!!
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