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The AdoptThe Adopt by PhineasJamesVinci
I am lucky.
I have an owner. Someone who cares about me.
Someone who didn’t sell me.
Who saved me.
I tell myself this. Every day. Because it is true. My new owner had promised me a story, and now I am going to tell it. He is helping me to write it now. He types while I paw at paper, pointing to words and he writes them. It took a long time. But it is done.
My story begins on a white background. I was nothing more than an idea, a few lines on paper. But then my creator brought life to me, and I was so happy. I barked, I howled with joy. I cuddled up with her and I stayed by her side. She thanked me by making me brothers and sisters. I was the 6th of six in my liter. Though she is not my mother, she is my creator. I loved her like a mother though. She thanked me again by giving me my coat, and all of my brothers and sisters a coat. My coat had so many colors, and I loved it. Each of us had our own coat. We could stand out, and be o
Benjamins Valentine's DayA boy runs through endless halls and past infinite lockers. He sprints around corners, dodges students, and weaves around groups. He runs and runs, till he reaches a locker. In a flash he slips a piece of paper into the locker and runs away. Running. Running. Crying. Will he ever stop running? Did she even care about him? Why would she, he was weak and small. Running. He couldn’t tell her the truth. Running. He couldn’t admit his feelings to her. Crying.Benjamins Valentine's Day by PhineasJamesVinci
Benjamin woke up in a hurry. He could not believe that he had another nightmare. About high school. In college. He tried to calm down, breathing in and out to calm down his racing heart. After a few moments he sighed and looked through his old phone for updates on his classes. It was only 7am, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to finish his day.
He got up, and walked over to the small closet in his dorm room. The sunlight only just waking up within his room as he changed into his usual soli
When the songs endWhen the songs end by Tap-Photo-and-Co
One day the oceans
Will be empty and silent
For the biggest of leviathans
Will be gone due to the tyrant
No more mystical song
By the mighty singers
The sounds that belong
To the graceful swimmers
Killed for medicine and luxury
They didn't hunt it for food
This tyrant known for its treachery
Not the way as it should
Keeping the oceans healthy
Is what they did together
With all the creatures of the sea
All in one big theatre
Hunted by men on boats
Machinery drive them into confusion
Their prey killed by oil that floats
Once, their song will be an illusion
Dayleuuse, The Prologue "I have dreams… Not just the ones you find in your sleep. I’m not sure thoseDayleuuse, The Prologue by TheToolmanRamZ
can berealized.. Maybe the other kind is easier to achieve, because they are
more realistic. The same can be said for nightmares.. I’m never afraid, being
taken advantage of by your imagination is not realistic to me. Like those
nightmares where you fall and wake up. Ever just kept your eyes closed? Well
either way, that’s where the nightmare ends and you learn a very valuable
lesson.. Dying is not the end of it. You will come back. Just know.. This next
life could have been worse than your last. On the other hand, it could be what
you expected the whole time.“
In seclusion was this planet, glorified by the race it was named after, Zeora. It
would be called Grand Zeora after time passed and humans, as well as other
races, populated it. For this to happen, humans had to gain the Zeora's
respect through many trials and tribulations. This became a ritual, so only t
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