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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. “
It's Okay to be ImperfectThe moon
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
Unable to loveMy love was pure
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
MathematicsI am but the sum of my
F L A W S;
a network of
S C A R S
a disaster of
D R E A M S
a shield of
B O N E S
C A L C U L A T I O N
a void of
I Thought I Needed FeminismI thought I needed feminism, when I was a little girl.
And I am very sad to admit, that this wasn't very long ago.
I thought when he held the door open for me, that he was making a big mistake.
That he was being a pompous ass, and he took my strength for a fake.
And when he offered to pay my tab, I still called him an ass.
Because I thought he assumed I was poor, and below middle class.
Or when his hard work earned him a promotion,
yet I did nothing, and the boss' ignorance to promote me, I believed was a sexist notion.
My friend really wanted feminism when she found her ex-dead drunk,
removed his clothes, and without his consent, had a pleasurable fuck.
When her parents bust into the room unexpected that night,
she said he raped her, and he was arrested without so much as a fight.
Perhaps feminism was there when I walked out into the street in pure nudity,
and shouted the my neighbors “You have no right to judge me!”
I didn't care about the children who were standing in th
to the girl i lose my words aroundi have been meaning to tell you for years:
i think you’re beautiful. i have
seen nothing on earth that holds a candle
to the ocean you carry inside your body.
it spills over your edges sometimes, like
a rain shower around you, blurring your penciled-in
lines until there is nothing left of you but your natural
cliffs, valleys, and deserts.
i like that.
i have never met someone who is, somehow,
a sea and a storm at the same time.
maybe i never will again.
maybe you are the only one
who gathers clouds on her forehead
like a promise, or feels the push and pull of the tide
with her every step.
you are beautiful, honestly.
you are honest, beautifully.
it is in the way you talk, the way you hold ice
on your tongue but forget to use it—
you always forget to use it, i don’t think
you know how.
to be truthful, i’m afraid of your smile
and how it breaks over me, how it pulls
me like a whirlpool down, how it pushes me
like a current back to the surface. i’m afraid of
the certainty of imminencei.
tomorrow spills over
inevitability-rapt and enveloping,
as wakefulness startles,
i'm caught up in past-time
i forge(t) myself in oblivion
midnight so hollow,
we all stop
with the clocks.
nothing looks the way it did
and i guess it seems
i'm blinkered, brevity-bound
in century footsteps forever stumbling,
always being blindsided
by the passing
Abuse Is Sometimes NecessaryPush and pull at her long hair, topple her to the solid ground,
elbow her sharply in the raw gut, shove her harshly around.
Scratch him in the pale face, punch him in the broken jaw,
do anything necessary to him that's considered breaking the law.
And when she cries because you've punched her, let her be,
and observe her when she returns to her habitual smoking.
When she passes out next day, because she's drunken too much booze,
slap her in the face once more, though many would consider it abuse.
When he can hardly walk because he thinks he's high in the clouds,
rip the needle out of his arm, and with your nails, slash him across the sweaty brow.
Grab them and shake them till their battered and bruised,
tear at their heart, scream in their ears until you've reached the point of verbal abuse.
And when she falls into your chest, and he collapses to the ground,
pull them closely, and whisper, “We can turn this all around.”
And rehab is a necessity for all of you, because you'v
Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)
I hope the title caught your eye,
because this is about you.
Many of us speak in superlatives
and ambiguous language.
In imagery-laden text masquerading
underneath double entendres
keeping us from a part of the truth.
But purple streaks and red bands,
harp strings and soft hands
don't begin to explain
the love I have for you.
So I lay these words down
simple in its vulnerability,
blemished and raw in its purity.
The term lissome fits you in many ways,
but not necessarily it its textbook form.
I speak on the part that is not readily seen
but what is easily most cogent.
Your consciousness' cognizance
is graceful in the way
you fold one syllable over
another, supple in its meaning
that can take many forms
going from idle lies
to how we idolize hollow eyes
and uncovered hip bones.
Elegance is an understatement,
but I refuse to speak in cliche superlatives.
I speak honestly
but not with exaggerated grandeur.
Because your immediate app
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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