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            “Good morning, Majesty.” A sickly sweet, feminine voice drew Alfred’s attention.            “Oh, uh, hello.” The Prince frowned, “Did you need something, Miss?”            “Not at all, Your Highness.” She replied. The click of heels grew louder. Alfred took an instinctive step backwards. Her voice held a smile, “I was simply wondering if I might lend you an arm to help you get where you’re heading.”            “Thank you, but I must deny your offer. I am well aware of where I’m headed. But, surely, thank you, Miss.” Crown Prince Alfred

I can't help you, I can't speak and erase all that I've said, I can't turn back time and take back my behavior, I can't remember the past and not feel like a monster. I couldn't help you Because I couldn't help myself. I can't give you the reasons, I can't give you the excuses, I can't give you any promises, I can't give you the happiness I once helped you find. I can't ask for your forgiveness, I can't ask for your grace, I can't ask for your laughter, I can't ask for your care, I can't ask for your smile, I can't ask for your friendship. I can't And I can't And I can't And I can't And I hate myself for it. And I never wish you to feel

            So the day that Lilo and I had scheduled my hanging out at the house arrived. All through the school day, my left leg wouldn’t stop bouncing. My hand never left the small vial of potion I’d be using to be Elvis after school            Shit, why had I agreed? I thought again and again as the time flew.            I jumped when the last bell rang. This was such a bad idea.            Lilo came to my side with a smile, “Hey.”            “Hey, Lilo.” I gave a smile back. My heart was beating faster and my stomach twisted with anxiety.            “Ready to go?” She asked.    

            A few days of traveling had led Lord Friedrich and Minstrel Gilbert into the Club Kingdom. Both men, despite the journey being long, were energized. Which is why when they were sprung upon, they quickly found their weapons.            About twenty men stood ready to capture or kill them.  The Lord and Bard shared a look. Friedrich sighed, “I told your grandfather, didn’t I?”            “You did.” Gilbert replied. With a nod, they sprang to action.            “Get them.” The group’s apparent leader barked.            Roughly six men rushed Gilbert and Friedrich. The royals had

    Feliciano pulled away from the chaste peck, sniffling and rubbing his eyes. Otto watched him, still with that sad little smile. The German looked about the kitchen, realizing that the stove and oven were both still on, "Here, let me clean this all up."    "Ve? No, no, I can do that." Feli jumped, turning off the stove and oven frantically.    "Italy," Otto said gentle as the day of their first kiss.    The nation looked up at his first love, "Ve?"    "Let me clean up the kitchen. In a vay, it is my mess, isn't it?"    "I suppose so..."    "Danke. Now, vould you mind going out of the room?" Otto's soft voice asked.    Felicia

I am broken Shattered Heart gaping Mind grasping At the person I was But I cannot be them anymore I can not take being trapped forever I can not feel happiness without echoes of pain I can not speak without hurting those I love I can not dream without knowing bitterness I can not move without being shoved back I can not repair all I have broken Life has no rewind Life has little care Life is scary Life is painful Life breaks us. However, no matter the pain I suffer I would keep it away from others They, to me, matter more. I am not good I am not perfect I am a terrible friend I am a terrible sister I am a terrible daughter I am not wort

Remember when we were the best of friends? Remember when we could talk with no possibility of some huge fight? Remember when our friendship wasn't on the constant brink of destruction? Remember when we didn't hurt one another with cruel, angry, piercing comments? Remember when I wasn't so horrible a person? Remember when it was just Ollie, Andy, Sam, Anne, Cherella, Daniel and Sardix? Remember when I wasn't fighting my own depression? Remember when it was hugs and kind words and mutual understanding? Remember when I wasn't a person who deserves every ounce of anger and hate from you? Remember when we listened to each other? Remember

 James T. Kirk led a very confusing life so far and he was only six. His father had died shortly after he was born. And he was born deaf. His birth mother had given him up, unable to look at him, both because he was the spitting image of his father and his… disability(his biological mother had called it that, not his mom nor he). He was adopted by a woman who ran a manor owned by some far off Ambassador. She was kind and learned ASL, teaching it to him at the proper age. They lived mostly happy, though it could be quite lonely. Surprisingly for the lonely boy, he had woken one day to a too clean home where his mom was cooking a feast.

    Andrea pulled away from the peck and blushed deep red. Matthieu stared at her in surprise, face colored the same as hers.    Andy looked and stepped away shyly, “Um, s-sorry about that. It was foolish of me. I mean, if you wished to actually court me, you would.”    “Andy-” Matt tried.    “We make very good friends as well.” She continued.    “Andy-” He took a step toward her.    “And that probably ruined it.” The Lady concluded and gave him a pleading smile, “So, can we pretend that never happened?”    “Andrea, I do not want to pretend it did not ha

    Spock handed Dr. McCoy a P.A.D.D. The CMO gave a sigh but read nonetheless. Dr. McCoy snorted and looked up at the Commander. Spock raised a brow.    "You've lost your mind, haven't you? Or is this some strange Vulcan joke?" Leonard said.    "I can assure you my mind is where it should be nor have I gone insane nor joking." The Science Officer replied.    "Do you seriously think this'll work?"    "The probability s high, and it might decrease the time t takes for Jim to process the events."    "...Fair enough. But why'm I the one to tell him all this?"    "Because you are already dong so and you are his best friend." The Comma