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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. “
I am a MouseI am a mouse.
I am quiet, I am nothing.
I am a book that nobody has read.
I am an eclipsed sun and a cloaked moon.
I am irrelevant and unwanted, a broken toy in an attic.
I am the dust in your rear-view mirror that you leave behind.
I am the air that you breathe in and spit out as something different.
I am the palest white. I am the darkest black. I am the dullest, emptiest grey.
I am the old man with forgotten memories and the baby who has yet to make them.
I am a forgotten word, dangling on the tip of your tongue, hanging on the noose of your lips.
I am a dried up stream. I am a felled forest. I am an abandoned cornucopia of resolute nothingness.
And there is Hell burning in my eyes.
PainParalized by the suffering
A shiver down my spine
Images of my past haunt me
No one can save me from this hell
to me you are perfect
I do not know the reasons
for all those scars burning
against your bright skin
you've been soaking
a pain reminiscing from past
we both cannot recollect
yet you are so beautiful..
when night gets darker
and I am the one...
who's hungered to undress
the spirit of you
slowly revealing the layers
coming off from shadows
disguised in desires
craving to be fulfilled
I will caress every corner
of your silhouette
until I figure the true shape
of your heart
I will rub those blisters
softly until every nerve
of you gushes into a river
and you moan into a life
I had promised you
years ago when we began
to breathe into each other
for all the truths
I must swallow
and lessons I must learn
you are the one
I am destined to discover
what it means
to love in perfection
A void within meAlone on this inhospitable night, once again
I let my memories guide my lost steps,
Wandering amid the ghosts of my past.
As I walk along the quay,
I stare at the feeble Seine flowing:
She's dying by the street lamps' hands
While the whole city asphyxiates.
Reflecting my own lack of humanity
Over the river's lighted surface,
Griefs come and go at the water's rhythm.
Once again, on this breathtaking night,
My feelings are sealed and my chest hollow.
Purple rain, chills of cold.... Or regret? I crave
My musical drug, my remaining salvation,
Spreading a sweet poison within me and
Eroding the remaining happiness I still have.
I plug my headphones...
A grin of relief appears on my weary face,
I flee to lenient lands, where a familiar Angel tucks me in.
These notes of violin split the immutable silence,
Fill the hole in, lit a bonfire to my soul.
This mermaid sings my dreams to me,
i can't keep walking on these dry-rot bonesoh, i am not a poet;
like the ink scratches
of plath, i am
specter boy: decay,
dispose, & disappoint
because this is the way
that writers wane -
(this hangman head is no
survivor story, & gods
do not burn out
you talk like a travestyoh, mercury boy, you can't
write your way out of this
body or out of this mind;
you can pray like it's high-fashion,
insist you're only burning yourself out
(but tell me - do you feel like a god yet?)
if only for murky mirrors &
silver cicadas caught
in your ribcage, you've
got a knack for decaying
The PointIt’s the taste of cake mix on the spoon, that first time you ‘help’ bake a cake.
It’s seeing the bright world afresh after a dark nightmare, when you first wake.
It’s when you make them laugh and, in that moment, everyone loves a clown.
It’s when your heart stops before the roller coaster plummets down, down.
It’s when the lights go out before your favourite band plays and you scream.
It’s that moment you look around and everything’s perfect enough to be a dream.
It’s the anticipation of waiting for a new episode of your favourite television show.
It’s the first time you listen to your favourite record and you just sort of know.
It’s reading a book cover-to-cover and a million times more and still crying at the ending.
It’s the stiff, tight, real feeling of a smiling scab as you watch the wound mending.
It’s when you first meet your best friend and you hate each other (but in a good way).
california wintersthe tears
I rationed have all
run out. Tuesday comes
up behind me and steals
my breath; my cat snores.
she can’t sleep soundly
since she lost her seventh
life. I’m like that, I’m always
worried someone will try to steal
what I’ve already given away.
I miss color. newsprint sobs
washed me out. I am a
blank canvas, I am a faceless,
I am one
of you. I wake up sweating
and it’s winter and I can’t
sleep because my memories
follow me between my sheets;
jake still won’t listen.
we never knew we were the
lucky ones, we scarred, too. don’t
touch me. don’t want
me, don’t bare my bones
when you think I’m not
watching. I’m afraid of
myself. breathing loud
enough that others know
I exist; you follow me,
needing, laughing, it’s
a game. who has lost
the most, we all want
to win; I’m so tired, so scared,
there’s no one in the world
who sees me. I can’t cry.
we’re in a drought.
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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