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Death and The King

(He walks in the room, his bones rattling and his smile permanent. The king is puzzled, but remains calm.)

Death: (The guest comes over and tips his hat, bowing to the king) G'day, sir.

King: (Nervously, he shakes) G'day.

Death: How ya feeling?

King: (Pauses) Fine.

Death: "Fine"? Oh, that's good. I'm feeling a bit cold myself. Only having bones will do that to ya. (The king lets out a small, nervous laugh.) Well, ya ready?

King: (Sighs) Who ever is?

Death: Well, ya son is prepared to take ya place, the queen has been having an affair for over ten years and your kingdom is better off without ya! Thus, everyone but you! (Death chuckled a

Eyeart tutorial on Youtubeee!!!!!!!!I did a Tutorial!!! hahah my first ever... omg, that was very difficult for me... but i hoope it helps and you like it!!! I did it only for you my sweet watchers!!!!

More Tutorials will follow sooooon!!!!!!
The Youtube-link
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Le9rfooOMYM
This is the Picture

Pleasse like my video....

Pen Pals - Germany (Ch. 1)

You picked Germany!

You grabbed the folder Germany. You've always loved Germany and its history so you were glad you got to pick your favorite country.

"Hmm, Germany... Interesting Miss (Name), now please go sit down. Okay class when the rest of you get your folders, open it and you will see basic information on your pen pal. It's enough to get a start on your letter. Also, make sure you add some of your characteristics in it similar to the ones you have received." Once Mr. Moe had said that much, you began to block him out.

'Okay~ His name Is Ludwig Beilschmidt. How da fuq do you pronounce that?! Ludwig I get but Beilschmidt is like, ugh&

Not always the endThe seasons are passing,
That is unchanging.
The first leaves start to fall,
Leaving the tree alone, standing tall.

The flowers are withering,
The morning dew still slightly glimmering.
Life slowly being taken from the earth,
Letting the Winter prepare it for rebirth.

After the Winter the earth will be reborn,
The farmers will the harvest their corn.
New flowers will grow,
Be it fast or slow.

Forgetting the Winter and it's icy cold.
Leaving but the future to unfold.
The cold Winter removed old life,
Just to make place for new life.

An end is not always an end,
But make sure your time wasn't misspend.
The end is just a new st

A Cure For Writer's Block[A Cure For Writer's Block]

When your pen hits the paper and nothing comes out
With a full cartridge, something's about.
Sitting there lonely staring off into space
You've got Writer's Block mate, it's a terrible case

The symptoms are some of the worse things to *bare
If left untreated, might as well say a prayer.
Diagnosing the problem is the first step to take
So let's get it started before it's too late.

Do you find yourself doing, the things you've put off?
Or watching TV late at night till you cough?
Dusting and cleaning. Hunting for food.
Surfing the net since you've found yourself glued.

Hanging out with friends all night

Daddy, am I pretty?Daddy, am I pretty?

"Daddy, daddy look at me!"
She laughed and turned around
Dressed up in her dress-up clothes.
Daddy didn't make a sound.

"Daddy, daddy look at me."
She told him once again.
"Daddy, am I pretty?"
Said she, feeling empty within.

"Yes." said daddy flatly
Though look he never did.
She ripped off all the clothes,
Ran to her room and hid.

Daddy never came
To ever see if she was fine.
In her floor she laid.
All she could do was cry.

Daddy didn't love her;
She knew that in her heart.
It's not right for a five year old
To feel broken, torn apart.

Although too many years have passed
The story's still the same.
I called only

LovinoxReader : Maybe I love you Dammit!

LovinoxReader : Maybe I love you dammit!

Oh by the way, it's from Romano's point of view.
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~Chibi Lovi~ Age 7

That taco-eating bastardo sent me to second grade. I swear I'll kill him when I get older! I had to introduce myself to the stupid class and got seated next to a dorky looking girl with (h/l)(h/c)... And pretty... (e/c) eyes. I blushed a little. She looked at me and asked what my name was. It snapped me out of my daydreaming.

'Crap, I got caught staring!' I thought to myself.

"Hey, didn't you hear me? I asked what your name was." She said with her voice a little angered.

"Lovino Vargas." I replied back turning my

Remade - Ch. 1

"There you are, Kotone!" My mom sings. It's a bit unnerving to realize that she's changed almost none, whereas I'm a completely different person. "You remember Professor Elm, right?"

Yes, I ran an errand for him over four years ago and wound up becoming the champion, I recall inwardly, but keep my mouth shut and nod.

"He was looking for you earlier; there was an errand he wanted you to run, if I remember right. If you're going, you should be heading out now!"

"Okay…" I mumble, making my way towards the door.

Déjà Vu. Did I go back in time or something? I wonder as I shuffle outside. After taking a few gulps of oxygen, I rea

Lavender Town

What is that?
What do you hear?
You look as if
You've seen a ghost.

Let them speak to you;
All their tormented souls
Wish is for a living heart
To become one with theirs.

The plague of sorrow racks
These doleful townsmen,
As they wander vacant streets
With hunched shoulders.

He is crying for his mother;
Can you feel his tears?
You cannot, for you—you—
You are like all the others.

Please, be their guest,
And let them creep beneath your skin.
They mean you immortal joy,
And no harm shall haunt you.

No harm shall haunt you,
But they shall instead,
Their stoicism patient as they
Wait for you to crumble.

He is

Imitating NatureThe morning sun streamed through a series of large plate glass windows lining the library's east wall, its rays warming the room's wooden paneling and illuminating the cavernous space. Tall bookshelves stuffed with literature from across the world towered over polished oak reading tables, each furnished with a plain, green-shaded banker's lamp. On the far side, a massive painting gracing the west wall depicted the solemn face of Saint Patrick, whose protective presence could be felt watching over the library's sole visitor.

All was perfectly quiet, save for a tap, tap, tapping that echoed in the otherwise silent room. Seated at a desk near t

neverlandi'm giving myself ten minutes to grow up,
and with every minute that passes i am remembering
balloons and party hats and streamers
and the second star to the right,
straight on 'til morning.

every year i write myself a poem for my birthday,
but this year i think i'll write a poem about
peter pan and he'll die in the end and everyone
will be sad. i'll be the saddest though,
because there comes a point in your life
when you realize that you're not peter pan,
or wendy, or even a lost boy.

(how sad, i think, to be lost but not a lost boy.
it doesn't matter though, because neverland isn't
real and now look, i'm another year

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Alright i forgot who did the awesome cover image (could somebody find out)
Alright this is a co-op poem done with intracately-ordinary (awesome poet). All the princess parts were done by her hope you enjoy

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~Cocolena Apr 13, 2013 New member Student Writer

its an amazing poem. i write poems my self, but there never this amazing like yours!

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~xXSpiritualArtistXx Mar 19, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I'm crying... Oh, goodness, that's so sweet...

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~RoseBell24 Dec 23, 2012 Student Writer

very nicely done

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~shrewtamer Sep 29, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I honestly started to tear up! That was so awesome!

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~Sorain26 Sep 28, 2012 Student General Artist

You've written such a deep poem, well done.

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~TheLonleyFallenAngel Aug 30, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

omg i cried for an hour this is just so sad!!

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~dragonfuture Aug 26, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I cried when I read this.

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~ZEB31 Aug 20, 2012 Student Writer

wow this is so deep I don't know how to explain.

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~godzilla19 Aug 20, 2012 Student General Artist

its so sad!

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