Chapter 3: A new home
Cheshire reappeared fully behind Alice. “I am not sure at all what you are talking about.” he said.
Alice turned around to face Cheshire. He was floating in the air with his front paws folded in front of him like he was lying down on the ground. His eyes were now big and black. His grin was gone now, replaced almost into a frown.
Alice turned around to face Cheshire. “You just said my name you little cretin.” She said. “That just proves you know what you’re guilty of.”
“And what is that exactly?” Cheshire asked innocently.
“Coming to my world and luring m
When Tomorrow Come: Ch.1 by inkstaineddove, literature
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When Tomorrow Come: Ch.1
The bar reeked of cheep beer and a faint stench of vomit. Elliot winkled his nose in disgust. This was not the kind of pub he had envisioned. It was crawling with the lowest life forms. It appeared to be the perfect breeding ground for drunkards, prostitutes, and whores. Needless to say, it was no surprise Gary had fallen in love with it.
"Dude!" He yelled. "This place is fucking awesome! How the hell did you find it?"
"Unfortunately, it was the nearest place." The blond's reply showed all his irritation, not that his friend noticed. Before Elliot had even finished his sentence, Gary was already over by the counter.
Malcolm turned to face
No One Loves You When You're Evil- Pt. 5 by ViriZona, literature
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No One Loves You When You're Evil- Pt. 5
PitchxReader Fanfiction
"Not who?" you ask Pitch, becoming worried. "What is that stuff?" you point to the fantastic sand stream in the sky.
"The Sandman," Pitch replies through gritted teeth. "He's using his dreamsand to drive me away from you." Pitch looks at you with an angered and anxious expression on his face.
"I don't want you to leave," you say sadly and turn around, facing Pitch and hugging him tightly. "I'm not afraid anymore. Why is he here?"
"He's a Guardian. It's his duty to protect those, those who believe, from me," Pitch explains, trying to hide his anger.
"But I haven't believed in him for a long time," yo
9.30 PM. A red-haired girl was still busy doing her homework, no matter how sleepy she was, how comfortable her bed was. The moment she thought that her desire was finally stronger than her reasoning, her father called to her, telling someone was calling her. Well, how could she know who it was? So, she ran to the downstairs and almost fell. Her mother scowled, muttering about something like "she never listens to me." Thanks mom. Lily Luna Potter didn't want her friend's time to be run out. And it wasn't her fault that her mobile phone had broken down and hadn't been fixed.
"Hello, Lily here."
"It's me, Lysander."
"Lysan? What's up?" She coul
The Mane Six's Reaction to My Little Dashie by WinterMoon95, literature
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The Mane Six's Reaction to My Little Dashie
Author's note: I Do not the own MLP, They belongs to Hasbro. This popped up into my head while I was in school: D Enjoy! ^_^
Pinkie Pie: I REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY ABSOLUTLEY POSTIVELY LOOOOOVE THIS FANFIC!!!!!!
Fluttershy: *Crying hard* OH… THIS… FANFIC… IS… JUST… SO… BEAUTIFUL!
Rarity: Well Done, Just well done! Bravo to the author for his talent in writing this!
Applejack: Well I Be Darn! This was mighty beautiful!
Twilight Sparkle: *sniffs* THIS IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING I’VE EVER READ IN MY WHOLE LIFE!
Rainbow Dash: Now I don’t usually say
Swiftfang's Love Part 1 by cloudwolfanime, literature
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Swiftfang's Love Part 1
**WARNING**: MAY BE A SPOILER FOR CLOUDSTAR'S PAST
"Swiftpaw! Flowerpaw! Swiftpaw! Flowerpaw!", the clan yowling my sister's and my new name. I smile, knowing that I was a step closer to becoming a warrior. I've decided that I'll be that best warrior that I can be for Darkclan. I'll make sure that nothing will harm this clan.
Once the yowling died, I jumped off of High Branch. "Already a apprentice? Wow!", Foxpaw exclaimed. Cloudpaw walks over to me and my heart pounds fast. I've had a crush on her since last moon. When I heard when Cloudpaw fought a fox all by herself without battle training, I was always trying to hang out with her as muc
The worst is when you wake way before your alarm, and spend those hours tossing and turning, mulling over every thought and action you ever done. Replaying mistakes and embarrassments like a slide show, one after the other, until you feel as though you’ve done nothing good your entire life. It keeps your mind from settling, slowing down so you can finally slide back into blissful sleep for the last few moments of darkness, before real life comes crashing back down.
It’s just the worst, laying there, knowing the world around you is settled peacefully, leaving you alone with the all the thoughts you avoid during daylight hours. It&
Dead, Inside and Out by Breatheforlife, literature
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Dead, Inside and Out
I scream, but nobody hears
I cry, but nobody cares
I look, but I do not find
I try, but I do not die
I wake, but I never really sleep
I eat, but I never really taste
I long, but I never really know
I try to stay, but it is time to go
I slumber, but I do not wake
I crack, but I do not break
I gasp, but I do not breath
I swallow, but I do not sneeze
I am floating, through the pale air
I am moving, though I do not care
I am strangled with tears, yet I do not pout
I am dead, inside and out.