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rest in paradise, my friendTears tickling her cheeks,
She looks up into the night sky.
With eyes squeezed shut,
"I miss you."
Are We HeartAre We Heart
Here I am
Here you are
Are you coming
Are you ready
Ready for the thrill
Ready for the laugh
Laugh at me
Laugh at you
You may be
You may see
See the light
See the stars
Stars worlds away
Away from the noise
Away from the city
City of lights
City of colours
Colours of the sky
Colours of love
Love me here
Love me there
There we sit
There we walk
Far we travel
Far in the distance
Distance we stray
Distance will go
Go to the tree
Go with the wind
Wind so strong
Swirling our thoughts
Around the room
Around the clock
Clock ticking away
Clock moving slow
Slow right down
Down we run
Down we fly
Fly away with me
Fly towards the sun
Sun in my heart
Sun in the sky
All I Was Able To Give (part 2)He watched as his mate struggled. Day in and out Mikey was sluggish, depressed, unwilling or unable to train for longer than an hour or so. There were times when Raph would catch Mikey holding his stomach as tears trickling down his face. Those times Raph would hug Mikey. Would pull the young turtle tightly against his body and whisper how much he loved Mikey into the turtle's ear.
It was slowly destroying them, both of them. They had wanted a baby for so long. They’d hoped and dreamed of having a child of their own, just as their brother's had, had with their mates; the news that it was almost impossible was a near fatal blow to them. And while Mikey slowly fell into depression Raph found himself becoming more and more violent. At night when he went out on patrols he would bellow and rage at thugs and gangsters. Normally he tried to show some restrain when fighting with them, but now that was gone. He broke bones, fought dirty, did whatever it took to try and release the pent up
Goodbye .:EnglandxReader:. (Part 5)
“It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.”
― André Gide, Autumn Leaves
I took in a deep breath, completely nervous for what is about to happen. I know that I was early, I wanted to prove to Alfred and Mattie that I am healthy enough to do things on my own. I got dressed, ate breakfast and left for the meeting an hour before it started, of course leaving them a note so they don’t freak and think I faded away.
We had flown in yesterday; the meeting was in Beijing, China. I actually wished I could stay longer and marvel at the beauty around me but my doctor refused to let me out on a trip like this for more than three days. At least I could see Arthur again and meet all the other countries I have yet to meet, or at least the one’s that will be at the meeting today.
Pulling out my small compact mirror, I checked to see that my make-up was alright, it didn’t even look like I was sick, thankfully.
Wanting to touch you
High above him they twinkled, each one looking like a diamond floating in a sea of darkness; shining so brightly that they made the night seem less dark. Blobboid looked up at the stars a feeling of odd childlike wonder filled his mind. He could not help but wonder, were the stars in Michelangelo's dimension as beautiful as the ones here in this one?
He’d always felt a kind of connection to the stars. No matter how bad things got, the stars never changed they always shown down with such beauty and grace. When they been younger, still children, before they'd begin developing their powers and before sliver had gone evil......he'd begun to teach his son's about the stars. Not just what they were, but the constellations and their histories. While his other brothers had somewhat disinterested Blobboid had clung to his father's every word. Something about the twinkling diamond lights above his head fascinated him; they held a kind of power over him that made him want to look up at them
Mysteries of the Galactic Guardians - Chapter: 8
Chapter: 8 The Lost Love
7:00 am Arendelle
THE FOLLOWING IS TAKEN FROM THE DATALOG OF GALACTIC GUARDIAN, MICHAEL GOLDENHEART.
"Alright! Alright!", I jeered as my wife and I entered the bedroom.
Victoria followed us in, but Elsa shoved her out and locked the door. "Oh come on!", she whined.
"Not now, sweetie.", sneered Elsa. "Daddy has some explaining to do. And depending on his answer, I may become a self-made widow!" She turned her head so fast, it looked like it had spun 180 degrees. Her blue eyes were soaked in emotion, both anger and sadness. Before I could speak, she shot an ice beam from each of her hands, freezing me to a chair. "I was such a fool. I should've been suspicious of all of your 'missions'. A tear ran down her face. "How long have you been with her? Months? Years? How long have you hid this from me?"
"You misunderstand! This isn't an affair!"
Mysteries of the Galactic Guardians - Chapter: 11
Chapter: 11 Cave of Evil
A boisterous, nasally voice spoke up. "Lights...camera...action! Hellooooooo galaxy! Desiree DazzleDaze here with the latest in interstellar news." She quickly twerked her butt implants back into place. "Breaking news. Are the Galactic Guardians finally beaten? Recent reports show that the Phantom has attacked the famed Admiral Jetson's cruiser. Not only was the hero killed, but the Guardians were late to the party...AGAIN. It seems the pony doctor's drones were a flop, and the GoldenHearts?.....No shows!" Her audience laughed and chortled away as she giggled with a snort. "It's bad enough that Queen Elsa threw a fit at her royal ball when another queen attempted to woo her hubby. Speaking of which, where has the king gone off to? Who knows, he may be running off with that curvaceous Madrisian queen. Careful Elsie, Mikie's slowly....but surely....dumping your icy
Mysteries of the Galactic Guardians - Chapter: 9
Chapter: 9 Blackout
THE FOLLOWING IS TAKEN FROM THE DATALOG OF GALACTIC GUARDIAN, ELSA GOLDEHEART.
The Snoopers had flown in to pick us up on Arendelle. Their ship, the Always Faithful, was regal yet intimidating. We followed Doctor Whooves' coordinates to the Admiral Jetson's cruiser. The entire Guardian ship was under blackout, drifting aimlessly through space.
Galleth Snooper cracked his thunderous knuckles. "This is undoubtedly a trap."
"True, but as a fellow Hanna-Barberan, Admiral Jetson's safety is of the utmost importance.", replied his mother.
Suddenly, my wristcom blipped as Kira whispered, "Elsa?"
"Yes, Kira. It's me."
"Thank the stars. They ambushed us. We're all scattered throughout the ship. Meet me in the detention block and-....wait....wait..."
A stern voice yelled, "There she is! Blast her!" The transmission ended.
I turned to Super Snooper, who was at the wheel. "Y
CHAPTER 8 MEMORIES AND TESTSCHAPTER 8
In front of them the cave stood; enormous in size and eerie in atmosphere. Glancing at Donatello Mikey spoke.
“what is this place?”
Donatello looked to him and spoke.
“this is the tunnel of Yubi. It was carved out of the mountain centuries ago and represents the darkness that must be overcome in order to see light.”
Next to him Mikey felt Leo shift uncomfortably. “and we have to go through it?” Donatello nodded.
“yes. It will take us to the castle. But it will not be easy.”
Mikey cocked his head.
“what do you me-”
but his words were cut off as a dull roar passed by them carried on the winds.
“I will explain more; but we must keep moving.”
Stepping into the cave Mikey felt his skin crawl; it was unnaturally cold and damp; and every step he took it felt as though he was being pulled deeper and deeper into oblivion. As though they were stepping into an entirely new world. Glancing back he found himself
Darkest Depths: Part One - DissolutionThe lake spread out before him as far as the eye could see, an endless silver and black mirror reflecting the face of their god above. Gealach was an immense presence, drowning out the light of any stars with moon’s light. The Moonwatcher seemed concerned, peering down on the travelling pair with close scrutiny, and for good reason. Berach and his apprentice, Crowe, continued their journey through the heart of Oathbreaker territory on the old stag’s quest to find his daughter.
Elspeth had not returned from the Swan Doe’s Kingdom, and the emptiness in Berach’s heart from her absence ate at him. It plagued his soul, growing ever darker, consuming his thoughts and dreams. The darkness had always been a part of him; the loss of his leg had sown the seed but Muirín had been there to shed the light of hope within him. Her love, and later the love of their adopted daughter, had opened his heart and his mind. Muirín had shown him how to accept the gifts that t
Every Breath You Take || Ch. 10Already shielding herself from the sight of Abels' withered wounds, Claire twisted around to match the face to the voice.
Dean. Dean was here, which meant things were suddenly and overwhelmingly looking up for her. But he wasn't just looking at her. Her heart went out to him when she saw the horror twist his features upon spotting the shrunken Sam pinned to the table. He muttered Sam's name, but the brothers were only able to share anxious eye contact from the space between them. Dean's eyes were back up again to Abel's, and Claire was exceedingly grateful she wasn't the target of that cold rage.
Abels clenched his jaw furiously when he saw Claire face glow for the blond hunter. If these damnable hunters hadn't intervened, she would have already been tamed by this point!
"You really think I would hand her over to you? When this is what you let happen to the people under your watch?" The witch gestured to Sam, easily playing up on the guilt Dean already burdened himsel
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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