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A School Festival Performance“The awesome me has an awesome idea!” Prussia shouted into the room, stabbing his finger in the air and grinning broadly. The room was almost bare, filled only with the members of Class 1EB that weren’t already doing something for the school festival.
Britain raised a drowsy eyebrow, shifting his feet away from the desk to get a better look at their class ‘leader’. “And what might that be?” He asked doubtfully.
Prussia laughed and brought his hand down. “We’re in a music room, so why not perform a song?” He waited as the information dissolved and his classmates nodded in agreement. “I shall be lead guitarist, of course.” He stated pointing a thumb at himself, and then at an old electric guitar that was beginning to gather dust in a corner of the room.
“I can be bassist,” Britain suggested, leaning forwards to show that his interest was slowly growing.
Greece brought out two drumsticks from a tray by the
100 Theme Challenge: 2. ComplicatedMio raced down the stairs and slammed open the door, steam practically coming out of her ears.
“Where is it?” She shouted at Yoshino, who was kneeling by the table in her kendo suit.
Yoshino just smiled sweetly. “Where is what?”
Mio hit her sister over the head with the kendo sword. “My special 5-Per-Day strawberry!” She yelled, “The one that belongs on my special 5-Per-Day cake!” She knelt by the sofa and hit her head off the arm rest. “This is the second time you’ve done this to me…”
Yoshino pulled out a strawberry and winked. “You mean this strawberry?”
Mio whirled around, anger all over her face as her sister slowly brought the delicious berry to her lips. Mio kicked Yoshino in the face, sending the strawberry flying through the air to land in the hands of Yukko, who had arrived whilst all the commotion was going on.
Yukko smiled and lifted up the berry, tilting her head to the side. “Why do
100 Theme Challenge: 1. IntroductionI am ATTEMPTING the 100 Theme Challenge *le gasp* I saw it around and thought ‘Well, this seems like fun!’ So, I am giving it a shot! For those who do not know, it is basically 100 drabbles, but in this case 100 really short stories, with a theme each.
I will do it on Nichijou, because it is AWESOME and I am currently trying to subtly persuade my friends to watch it. (But my clues are not being picked up, seemingly…)
It is awesome guys, if you have not already: GO WATCH IT. NOW.
Nichijou is not really an anime for pairings – apart from Sasahara-kun, but I have absolutely no idea as to who should get him… - so if something comes up along those lines, I’ll probably use the pairing Mai x Yukko, because of what was – in my opinion – Mai’s best troll moment EVER!
This is the list I shall be using:
3. Making History
Wearing a MaskI think that a lot of people these days are ‘wearing a mask’. This is not a physical mask, but a personality one. ‘Wearing a mask’ is where a person creates a fake personality that they use to cover up their real one. The fake personality I call Personality 1, as it is the personality that other people see. After a while Personality 1 can become a part of the person, and is much easier to ‘act out’ than when they first began.
There can be many reasons for wearing a mask – heartbreak; wanting to forget a past; having a personality that one thinks no one will like or may be put down by etc. – and I cannot say there is a main one, and I cannot say how to tell how it happened for someone. Indeed, I have no idea how I got my Personality 1, so sometimes we just need a little bit of time to figure it out.
Now, there is a difference between ‘what you are like on the outside’ and ‘wearing a mask’. When you wear a mask
I Just Need To Smile: Part 2“Yay!” Hikari jumped forwards and landed on top of me. “That was so fun!” She rolled over onto her bed and crawled under the covers. “I wish every sleepover could be like this…”
I laughed. “Yeah, you beating Noburo-kun at that racing game!” Ten games to two as well.
The light was turned off and I would have gone to sleep too, if I hadn’t suddenly heard a siren.
Hikari and I jumped out of bed and ran into the living room where we met with Akio, Noburo and Tsukino-san, Hikari’s mother.
“What’s happening?” Hikari screamed, covering her ears.
Tsukino-san pushed us under a table and told us to be quiet. “Be very quiet. When it stops, we can go out. Prepare for Nuclear War.”
We were all frightened and we huddled together, waiting for it to end. When the end came we came out and turned on one of the lights.
“Gomenasai,” Tsukino-san said, bowing, “We were scared this would h
I Just Need To Smile: Part 1“Ohayo Takenaka-chan!” I looked behind to see Hikari running right for me. She was waving around wildly and I just managed to avoid either being squashed or being accidently punched into next year.
“Hikari-chan,” I said, frowning, “I told you to call me Emi!”
Hikari just giggled and slowed down so she was walking along next to me, “Okay, Emi-chan! Anyway, I found out something awesome!”
“Oh?” I asked. Usually when Hikari found something awesome it was most likely the latest video game or anime. Mind, that’s what I found awesome too.
“You know you’re Takenaka-chan? Well, Akio-kun is Tanaka-kun. Last night I did some research, and it turns out that his name means ‘dweller in the middle of rice fields’ and your name means ‘dweller in the middle of bamboo’!”
Yes, these are our incredibly exciting conversations.
I swear, if we were in an anime, I would have sweat-dropped then. “
When you lose a best friendWhen we said friends forever and
crossed pinkies like grade-schoolers,
I could only believe those words
lodged in your heart
like they did mine
because every time I think back
I can't help but remember the
under star lit constellations,
and study sessions where we
learned more about each other
than we did Biology
but now it's clear
that each beat of your heart
has made those words fade,
and you could care less
about crossed pinkies
but I'll still see you,
and hear your voice
and I'll still wish
the meaning hadn't changed-
At peace within this tranquil garden,
I picture the moments where I've made you smile.
Those times are endlessly precious to me,
I think they're worth the while.
They're worth the time I've spent with you,
Even if it wasn't long.
I only wish I'd spent a little more,
Before our love was gone.
Forgiveness takes twoThe words are struggling
to tumble off my tongue,
and despite having
a fleshy cushion
to rest on,
they stain my teeth
and sting like acid
"I'm sorry," I stutter,
but the bitter taste
doesn't leave my tongue-
not because the words weren't true,
but because I know
I won't hear,
She's an artistShe's an artist.
Always seems to be daydreaming,
She draws to escape her pain.
Cause for a single moment,
When her work is done.
It seems like there is no more rain.
And she could finally touch the sun.
The one that shines so brightly in her paintings.
But then it's gone,
So she keeps drawing,
She's become good at escaping.
Running from reality.
Because dreams are the only things she wants,
Her imagination is the only thing she's ever known.
And it's sad really...
Because she tries so hard to be happy.
But the most beautiful thing she could ever create.
Was that smile upon her face,
And that is the one thing that remains blank.
Waiting to someday be something more than,
Mommy Is A Super HeroMommy Is A Super Hero
Standing before his class, he held his tiny report,
“Who is your super hero?” Was written in yellow chalk on the green board.
Exhaling his breath, the curly haired boy closed his little eyes,
“Don't be ashamed of yourself” His mother's words rung in his ears, “And don't ever cry.”
He began to read aloud, with a shaky voice.
to his class, he told his mother's story.
At age fifteen, she was a beauty queen,
the most beautiful girl in all of the world.
She flaunted her silky hair, bore her bare legs,
prided her breast. The boys treated her like she was a treasure chest.
They respected her rules, they “looked, but didn't touch”,
but there was one older man, who from her, wanted too much.
All alone he met her, he approached her in the alley,
and all his mother told him, was that this man had treated her badly.
But what the boy didn't know was that she was taken against her will,
and that two months later, she turned up ext
Still HereSuicide is a
Thought that frequently lurks
In my mind, wich
Lets it overcome the
Laughter and happiness
Here I still fight, however
Enduring this sad life
Reviving my hopes
Embracing the gift of life
cenotaph of stormsthe first thunderstorm
was triggered by a blunt pair
of scissors, sparking violently
against the lightning,
shaking in the wind.
the downpour pierced,
tattooed with no ink but
the dark bleakness
of an overcast morning,
infiltrating uniformed wrists.
hid behind the music block,
shaky raindrops rioting
fears, she fractured.
the second storm
wept a two year downpour
outline that dripped from wrist
to hip, sidelong silhouette glances
obscured by the rain.
stalictidal waves shuddered
frozen, until icy glass
fell in stained shards from
the stillness inside.
thinner, brittler, growing
in flurries of sleet and hail,
her outline was never filled,
though the floods threatened
the third thunderstorm
was a mist-ridden melancholia,
a dream for permanence
smeared in ink through
fueled by the hope
that just this once,
the rain would spark a
rebirth beneath the ground.
instead, a tsunami
washed away the ink
as tides so often do.
smotherher spine was dusk
and unmade nests,
but he tried to live there
he was neither nocturnal
nor a dawn-believer,
so he suffocated
in the birdhouse of her ribs.
between my vertebrae, you are (cemeterial)oh, these writers never speak; they
claw words out of bird carcasses,
poets pecking viscera like necropolitans.
they count their ribs to remind you
of a corpse or of a matchstick. dry bones
between fissured wrists & funeral pyres,
these have been dying days &
they're all mortuaries.
That BoyYesterday I met him,
I've known him for a while,
But yesterday I met him,
And instantly I found myself lost in his giant blue orbs,
And we gained eye-contact,
I have many friends who understand me,
I love all of them,
But he is special,
He listens whilst I talk,
And his smile cheers up my entire day,
I find myself searching,
Searching for his smile,
Searching for his eyes,
Searching for his voice,
That beautiful voice,
His voice has sung a thousand songs,
It is the nicest thing I've ever heard,
And when he sings it calms me,
I stop crying and smile,
Then I hug him close and whisper;
"Don't ever leave me."
And he smiles like always,
And I hear him reply;
"Don't worry. I won't."
Some people pass me sceptical looks,
Some people don't think it's right,
That we're too different,
That I shouldn't like him as much as I do,
Let alone love him,
But they're just jealous,
That they don't have a friend,
Don't have a friend like Kagamine Len,
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