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Her Name isThere is a girl that I know
She is not like most girls just so you know.
She helps me when I am down
She turns my frown upside down.
Sometimes we fight
She likes to bark is not as worse than her bites.
Ever since the day that we met one another. I had fell in love with her.
I will never leave her as long as she never leaves me.
I am always there when she needs me.
I always listens to her, and sometimes I will let her sing me a goodnight luabay.
She is very special
Her name will go down in history
Her name is Music.
I love you.
I love you to Cathy, Happy Birthday. ^^”
Why are video games a sin?Why are video games a sin?
By Jesse Quinones
Before I begin I would like to make the statement saying that this is a little “rant” that I would personally like to get off of my chest. Most of the facts that I have are going to be real quick, so if anyone would like to counterpoint my rant then please do so by all means.
Playing video games is not a sin like you are going to go to the deepest part of Hell. The sin is whether or not playing video games is a waste of time or not. Over time video games have been accepted throughout society as a “normal” activity. If you were growing up in the 1990s generation, chances are that you have played a game once or twice in your life. Some people don’t like video games, which is fine, not everything is for everyone. However it’s the people who make claims that say that video games have no meaning, is the whole reason why I am creating this rant.
The rant starts off with playing games on the computer. Some people
I'm a single ladyThe transition between being into a relationship and being single is always unstable.
Why did my lover broke up with me?
Have they been cheating?
How long have they been cheating?
Was it my fault?
No matter what the reason was, love comes and it goes.
Don’t cry about the past
When you can always laugh about the future.
Sometimes it may be harder than others.
However remember this.
If you love something, let it go
If they love you too then they will come back for you.
Keep your head held up high
Drink a cold beer
And live life.
No reason to end it just because your partner had left you.
Comparing the Anime with the MangaFor those of you who don’t know Anime and Manga's are both Japanese style of cartoons and comic books. Over the year both Anime and Manga have been growing more and more popular around younger americans around the ages of 18-25. I myself is also a fan of this culture because from my own bias opium, I believe that the Japanese create much more interesting stories than most americans cartoon shows. I am not saying that with reason or statistics that is just my own bias opium between the American cartoon stories and the Japanese anime ones. However being a filmmaker I have heard the old saying that a book is more better then the movie. That movies will rot your brain and books will increase them. I heard these old sayings but never received any proof of the matter. If movies are suppose to rot your brain, what happens if we take the same story from the book and place it into a movie? Will the movie still rot our brains even though it’s the same story in the book? One day I got
Fight and DieAs I was staring down my opponent who weighed 250 pounds I was way out of my league.
There was no way I can take him on.
With his cold stare, staring down at a small 135 pounds twig
I was going to break in half, I did not care.
I was tired of talking with my mouth and I wanted to let my hands and feet do the rest of the talking for me.
I held my fist tight and my feet were planted on the ground and they were not going to move.
in the back of my head was everything I could lose.
Graduation, my career, college, was it worth it?
Was it worth it to risk it all on a stupid little fight?
He had nothing to lose, I had everything to lose.
Fight, fight, fight, I could hear the crowd slowly chant.
As they watch two blood thirsty monsters out for death.
As the angel came down from the heavens and broke up the fight
I could still hear the devil whispering me in my ear.
You would not win that fight
You were weak
You can’t fight
No one likes you
Just kill yourself, you are only sucking the air
A Step on the Wild SideA Step on the Wild Side
If there is one thing that we should learn from Lonestar is that guys are not capable being a Mr. Mom anytime soon.Being a straight high school boy I have no attention for ever wanting to become a member of the opposite sex unless sexual activity are involve. However in my psychology class, I had to do something outside of the social norm and since I would never be caught dead with a dress on this was a perfect time to become a lady. My experiment was to prove to other females how easy they have it, not the other way around as I soon found out.
I wore a dress to my high school and was admittedly overwhelm with so much shock that I could have charge a full double A battery if I wanted to. I had two main reactions, woman seemed to have a giant smile on their faces while men could not look at me for longer than five seconds. “What the hell, why are you doing this, take that off right now.” Were most of the first few words that came from most males in my
Seven Types of Readers I Hate.1. The Woman-Child.
How to spot them: This is pretty obvious by the name- they are the Reader that acts like a child, usually when they're supposed to be at least in their teens or sometimes even vague "young adult" age. They typically have a really child-like way of speaking, usually making up really lame insults that the male they're paired up with will chuckle indulgently at. They tend to whine like a child, pout, stick out their tongue to signify annoyance, and generally play up the "cutesy" factor for all it's worth. They also can't seem to go two minutes without giggling, yelling or crying- and if they do cry, it usually is to make the male character cave in and do whatever she wants, after which she will miraculously stop crying.
Why they are annoying: Look, I'm not saying there aren't childish people out there, or even simply people who have bouts of acting like a child...but this Reader basically shouldn't be allowed out on their own. They act in a manner that would be irritat
Mirror/rorriM [(2p)Italy x Reader]
(2p)Italy x Reader
MENTION OF BLOOD, YOU ARE WARNED
What if someone you cared about was fake? Would you still love them?
I was at my study. I had just finished my (writing/work) for the day, and could take a break for awhile. I look at the clock to see emerald green numbers saying 8:10. I sighed. I wasted the day looking at all my working, on the day that is suppose to mean relaxation, which was Saturday. I finally get up from my desk chair, then stretched out my tight muscles, I haven't been using for the past twelve hours. Suddenly, the house phone started to ring. I bolted towards my bedroom-which was across the hall- and picked up the phone.
"Hello," I asked, clearly showing I was tired.
"Hey bella! I was wondering if you wanted to hang out with me tonight?" Italy cheered. I groaned for a second, while rubbing my neck.
"Well Feli, I'm sorry bu-" I started but
One Night at Freddy's (H20 DeliriousXReader)
"Uggh my head" You groaned when you woke up to a headache. Sitting up you saw the flicker of dim lights and you were lying on a black and white tiled floor. Slowly you got up and noticed your friends, brother and boyfriend passed out on the ground around you. The friends you saw we're MiniLadd, Nogla, BasicallyIDoWrk, SoCloseToToast, Wildcat and Lui. You cocked an eyebrow when you saw your boyfriend Delirious and your brother Vanoss cuddling under the table.
"Mini wake up!" You hissed kicking him in the side lightly.
"Nooooooooo 5 more minutes" He whined turning over.
"Dude wake up now somethings not right" You said shaking him till he woke up.
"What?" He asked as you helped him up.
"Look around" You replied panicking slightly. Mini looked around and saw everyone was dressed like their avatars would wear and they were in a control room.
"Why are Delirious and Vanoss cuddling under a table?" Mini asked first.
"Why does it look like we're in the control room from Five Nights at Fre
...from the newsroom, breaking news! Elwood T. Bug VI, grandson and heir apparent of the now deceased former premier of Bugdom Elwood T. Bug IV, called for an urgent news conference about an hour ago. Fox news was first to arrive at the scene, and we now have for you the complete transcript. It reads:
Elwood T. Bug VI here. A few months ago my grandfather, Elwood T. Bug IV, delivered a warning message to a certain unspecified species whom we will now clearly identify as: humankind. Please note this quotation from said warning: "So here is the bottom line: A red line has been drawn - here, and no further! One more dead bug and all the bugs in the world will be called upon to unite against certain unsaid species," end quote! Apparently, this warning was not taken seriously, as reports have been arriving at my desk daily suggesting that bugs are still being squished, swatted, stepped on, sprayed with gawd knows what, set on fire, dun
Debbie On Ice“Hi! I’m Debbie Drummond and I’ve been nominated to take the ice bucket challenge!”
Debbie winked at the camera and tossed her coppery red hair as she spoke. She wore an oversized Baltimore Ravens home football jersey that stretched down to her bare knees, and a pair of matching purple flipflops. She bent slightly to dip her finger in a large, orange bucket on the grass next to her. “Brrr! It sure is cold!” she said, acting as cute and playful as a kitten.
“For this challenge, I’d like to nominate my friends Honey Hudson, Lori Guzman, Cheryl Stein, and Lyanna Tanner, and my wonderful assistant, Tienne Van, without whom I’d never get anything done! You girls are the greatest and I know you’ll be good sports and happily join in this fun way to raise money for a worthwhile charity.”
Debbie ripped open a twenty-pound bag of ice, which she shook into the bucket. “Now it’s
Die Probleme der NSA(Basierend auf einen wahren Artikel)
»Wir befinden uns heute in der Basis 51 irgendwo in Deutschland. Wo wir mit den deutschen Leiter der hieransässigen NSA reden Mister Ben Smith, dessen Namen wir aus Datenschutzgründen im Interview nicht nennen werden, stattdessen stellen wir ihn einfach als Mister Secret vor.
Herr Secret, vor welchen Herausforderungen wird die NSA gestellt?«
»Nun, als wir hier anfingen, wussten wir noch nicht wie viele Terroristen und Deutsche ihre Nachrichten codieren. Wir brauchen dafür extra ausgebildete Fachkräfte, die der amerikanischen Wirtschaft ein Vermögen kosten.«
»Können sie uns da einige Codierungen zeigen?«
»Natürlich. Hier sieh dir das an: „Bis später, Süße. LG“, wobei „LG“ für Lagerterroristenbombengarage steht.«
»Es könnte jedoch auch „liebe Grüße“ bedeuten.«
»Bist du etwa auch einer dieser H
Bad Luck Getup: Chapter 1Naruto grumbled as he stood outside the dressing room door, arms folded. “Oi, Kiba!” Naruto shouted, turning his head toward the door. “How much longer are ya gonna be?”
There was a shuffling of fabric from within the door, followed by a thoughtful grunt. “Eh, nah, that ain’t gonna work…” another young boy’s voice muttered from within, followed by more shuffling fabric. Louder, the voice addressed Naruto. “Just gimme a second…”
Naruto rolled his eyes. “A second? Kiba, by the time you’re done, it’s gonna be dark out!”
Kiba’s voice sputtered slightly. “Dark out—Naruto, it’s the freakin’ afternoon! You really think it’s gonna get dark anytime soon?”
Naruto glared at the door, his voice rising. “Well, the rate you’re going…I’d say probably, yeah!” Kiba growled in response, which quickly turned into a frustrated groan and mor
Blake walked into to Starbucks and walked up to order a coffee.
“Bree I hate it here...”
“Demi please it will take like five seconds”
He looked over at the two girls talking, they were cute and all but not really something he was into, actually he was trying to remember a boy from the other night he had red hair and he loved his onyx eyes but he couldn’t remember his name. Blake just sighed and once his order was ready he walked out.
“YOU!” Demi yelled
“ME!?” Blake said turning around
“you have a you tube channel!”
“YOU sing Anime openings! You can sing then in English and in Japanese....” Demi smooshed his cheeks, “I love your channel”
“um thanks...” Blake said “hope to see you around” then he left, he pulled out his phone and checked instagram. Nothing was really happening, he put his phone in his pocket.
“how the hell coul
Ye Olde FarmhouseThe listing online had our attention. “Farm house, built 1800. Updated kitchen and bathroom. New vinyl windows. $55,000.00” Since we were new to the housing market, and this would be the first house we saw, I'm sure our naive exuberance can be excused.
On finding the listing, my wife and I were ecstatic. The house was within our budget range, and seemed to have more than enough space. It listed three bedrooms, one bath, and a partial basement on a field stone foundation. My wife had asked what a field stone foundation was; I explained it was a foundation made from stones unearthed from the field as it was tilled.
Based on the listing, I imagined an old style home, perhaps spacious enough, but not too big. I was sure it had been maintained through the years, with some modifications for current amenities. Aside from maintenance, it was updated with newer windows (I was familiar with the type which would have been installed when the home was first built), and a remodeled kitch
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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