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Personal Quote: Be yourself, not who others want you to be
Jumble Story: School ProjectIt was a beautiful, early spring morning; the sun has not risen yet so it was still dark. A young woman that had dark brown hair with sea green highlights was out, sitting on the dirt bank of a river, a polluted river. Her eyes held the look of pain as she sated at the river. “How can people do this? I don’t know what to do.” She whispered into the cool spring air. As that thought ran through her head, the look in her eyes went from pain to anger. “Why? What have we ever done to them?” She stood and moved to the river but stopped mid step. There was a heavy weight on her chest, where her necklace was. She looked down and saw that her necklace was glowing. Her venison went blue and she slowly let her mind slip into her thoughts.Jumble Story: School Project by sasorianddeidaralove
There was a cotton top haired girl with silver-blue eyes, there were also two boys, one with silver hair and the other with brown hair and both of them have golden eyes. “Will? Shane? Fara? How are you here?” The golden
Of Time and Death: Chapter TwoCHAPTER TWOOf Time and Death: Chapter Two by sasorianddeidaralove
“Big brother, why do mommy and daddy hate me?” I looked up at the brother, Scott, with big tears streaming down my face. Scott set his book down and patted the bed next to him. Rubbing my eyes roughly and climbed onto his bed. Scoot turned to face me, “Now why would you think they hate you?” Scot asked, in a much softer voice then many boys would use towards they younger brother. “Because! Mommy never really talks to me, or asked how my day is like she does to you and daddy never plays with me either!”
He sighed and looked at me in the eye. “Daniel, I know mommy and daddy don’t always spend time with you but they do love you.” He sat his hand on my head and ruffled my hair, making it more messy then it was. “Big brother?” I asked after he had got up to get ready for bed. “What is it, Daniel?” He said after pulling his night shirt on, turning back to look at me. “Big brother, may I sleep with
A Made-Up MythLeto was one of the kindest, loving humans and faithful to the gods in all of Greece, so many were shocked to find that her daughter, Sophia, was not. Much unlike her mother, Sophia didn’t think so highly of the gods and goddesses and often spoke out against them to her mother.A Made-Up Myth by sasorianddeidaralove
Every time she spoke badly about them, her mother would always argue with her about that. Despite what her mother had tried to teach her, Sophia had always said the said the same thing. “They are just bug headed people who are full of themselves and think that because they have powers that we should bow down and worship them.” Her mother had often tried to reason with her and have her see just how great and dangerous the gods were but Sophia never listened; if anything her hatred towards the gods only grew. “Sophia! Hold your tongue, you mustn’t speak like that, the Lord Zeus himself will ignite you and have you dragged to Tartarus for saying such things.” Sophia shook her hea
Of Time and Death: Chapter OneOf Time and DeathOf Time and Death: Chapter One by sasorianddeidaralove
Pain. Coldness. Death. Three things I felt as my life slipped away. The cold, shinning silver blade turned and pulled out of my stomach, it was no longer silver, it was now a deep bloody red. Of course it was red from blood, it was my blood. I looked up, looking at the older male that was holding the crimson blade. I choked up blood and forced out, “W-why?” Blood ran like a flowing river out of the wound, dying my shirt red, and fell out of my mouth. Dark spots danced across my vision. “Your… your son… why?” His cold, blank face locked eyes with me. “You may have had my blood in your body, but you are not my son. My child would not have been a freak.” Salty tears poured quickly out of my eye, those were the last words of my mother. They both have thought of me as a freak. When I understood that, I could feel my tight grip on life slowly loosened, I wasn’t wanted here, I wasn’t wanted alive.
My Versions of Hetalia: (Revised and Updated)My Versions of Hetalia: (Revised and Updated) by agentXhatake
My 10 versions of Hetalia:
1p: Regular universe.
2p: "Mirror/Evil Hetalia" : (They come from the mirror) If you wanna know more about that then check the wiki.
3p: "SweetTalia" or "Sweet Hetalia": Everything is nice and sweet. Every thing is made of sugar and candy. Even the people. Everything except the countries, they are flesh and bone but their clothes are sweets. They are all nice. They're candy ,sweets, and people are different where you go. Like if you go to Russia the snow is powdered sugar, but in Denmark for example the snow is Ice cream. They live in a world were there is no death or sickness. But most if not all are naive, to subjects like war and madness. When a "person" in there world "dies", they fall asleep then wake up after 2 minutes. (They come from a picture book called The Sweet World. The book only shows up when a 1p nation thinks of it. The cover is white and has the title in a fancy font. The book itself is as think as an English dictionary and as big as a