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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. “
lost my voice.I wrote "I love you"
in the sand at the beach.
The tide swallowed the words
and drowned them
before I could speak.
HauntedI see her there with
Coal dust carved
Into the icy skin
Under her eyes,
And on her lips
Dance a chorus
Of bitter lies.
A skeletal hand of smoke
Claws at my neck
Until I bleed;
She tells me that the pain
Is just what I need.
And her blood
Zooms in her veins
Like speeding cars.
She looks at me
At what I am.
She’s a snake,
In the guise
Of a lamb.
‘What happened to us?’
Of what I used to be.
‘I may be you,
But you are not me.’
The sun comes up:
Yesterday is gone
But see it this way;
The past is part of the future
But the future isn’t the past.
You choose which bits go,
You choose which bits last.
How to love a poet: Expect them to be flawed,
a field of wild flowered-
& an inability
Love them anyway.
Know that when they look at you
they are noticing the little things.
Loving A Guy Who Cannot Love Himself.Firstly, tell him that he doesn't necessarily need to be the “strongest” man in the world,
that if he cries, you won't look down on him for it,
that you won't call him weak.
Tell him that he doesn't have to like sports, or fishing, or football, or any of the “mainstream” things that boys are “supposed” to like.
Let him know that liking art, or dancing, or singing or acting doesn't make him gay, doesn’t make him any less of a man, it just makes him who he is.
A human being.
And for goodness sakes, tell him that blue does not have to be his favorite color, than he can indulge in pink, or purple or even magenta!
And to the girl who take on the task, remember please, that it is not always the Knight who saves the Princess.
No, this time, the Princess may need to save the Knight.
Do not pour your problems onto him, rather, balance each other out.
Be a shoulder to cry on. A friend to be there. A love that never leaves.
Perhaps more than often,
You Ever Felt ItHave you ever felt it?
When you lay there broken
And feel yourself so guilty
Eyes gushing red
And you want to sleep in a coma
Your brain swelling with thoughts
At the same time empty with nothing
When you can't suit yourself
And see yourself a place among the demons
that moment when you control your life
The moment when you choose between life and death
And then you yourself can decide either way
It's when you're on the edge
And want someone to pull you back before you make another step
A hook, to rip all the insanity out of your body
And suck all the madness that is growing black dead trees
Have you ever felt it, have you known depression
Did you ever seek a source of help, and did you ever find it
I Fell In love Inside of a DreamI fell in love,
inside of a dream.
And woke up,
with a broken heart.
But it wasn't my heart,
that was broken.
It was his,
and I'll never see him again.
That long haired, pale skin,
blue eyed boy, will forever remain,
a figment of my imagination.
So close, yet so far away.
And I will never be able to apologize,
for my mistake.
ShatteredIf I found you, on your knees,
trying desperately to collect the shattered pieces of your heart-
I would kneel beside you and help you pick them up.
I would not cast a blind eye,
and pretend I had not seen you.
If I saw that your hands had been cut,
by the very shards of hope you were trying so hard to gather-
I would take your hands in mine, and hold them until the pain subsided.
Then I would kiss every wound- no matter how big or how small,
until I was sure you would be able to use your hands again.
If you were crying from the fear that you'd never be able to pick up everything,
I would hold you until your tears stopped, and I would comfort you with gentle words.
But I would not lie to you- I would never lie.
The heart is a frail thing- once shattered, it can never be fully repaired.
Parts will remain missing, and the mended hope will always bear cracks.
If we found that we'd gathered all that we were able,
and that there were a fine powder remaining of what we could not collect.
...You struck a chord in my soul.
Now it rings in my ears,
sweet melody that deafens
screams louder now can't hear it's own
a poem about too many people and too much heart.you were my
conclusion- the last paragraph
and the last thing
i got to say.
i loved you and i
took words from
between my eyelashes and i
put them down for
you, i took you apart
a million times
in my mind and always put you
and i drew
you, soft and silhouetted
window, the pane
foggy and i thought of you
in the darkest of
times, because i kept telling myself
that you were the
light (like you
i know that i am just
a girl with
too much heart and
too weak of ribs; but
i was hoping
that you would help the foxes
hunt the hounds, just for
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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