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Made in HollandI had never heard of a music box before she let me hold it. She said it felt too cliché to be real, and thats how she knew that there wasnt any such thing. But I could feel its weight in my hands and hear the tinny tune of its labor, and I started to think that maybe she was wrong.
She said you couldnt trust a musician, and thats all it was. A tiny, plastic, fake of a musician. She even said the sticker on the back had lied, and that it probably wasnt Made in Holland. Probably not any of the other European tourist countries, she said.
When it got so cold that we couldnt feel our fingertips and the sky hurt to look at, I played the music box and pretended I was Made in Holland too.
The LispMarietta suspected strongly by the end of the week, but had little opportunity to pinpoint any proof. She spent every spare moment with Henry in the subtle pursuit of slipping him up, jarring the conversation into unexpected turns. Yes became a rather indifferent okay or alright, no matter how many different ways she managed to ask for affirmation. He veered around plurals and possessives as if they were road kill.
How many balloons are there? she asked.
Eight, said Henry.
Not seven? It looks to me like there are seven.
Henry stiffened but didnt back down. Huh. I thought I noted one more.
You mean you thought you spotted it? Saw it, maybe? Noticed it, even?
Henry tied the balloons to the chair and turned to face her.
I didnt note it, he said.
And that was the end of that.
Marietta wondered if she was the only one to detect
The Man in the Bowler HatIn his defense, the man at the door looked more pathetic to Lydia than a red sock on laundry day. He gripped the wet bowler hat with two clenched fists, dripping considerably on her Wipe Your Paws welcome mat. She had trouble keeping her eyes open long enough to glare at him.
Four in the morning, she said. You know, like the little hand on the four, except you have a tad trouble seeing it, what with it being dark outside?
Miss, I know it might come as a shock to you, but-
Shock? No. Surprisingly, things dont seem very shocking at you-must-be-kidding-me oclock. The milk hasnt even come yet. You have me up earlier than the milk.
The man with the bowler hat studied the dahlias hanging over the archway of the front door. They were salmon, the color of doubt. We found her, Miss. And she wants to see you. We found her and she wants to see you as soon as you can.
Lydia was already searching for her shoes
Seven Types of Readers I Hate.1. The Woman-Child.
How to spot them: This is pretty obvious by the name- they are the Reader that acts like a child, usually when they're supposed to be at least in their teens or sometimes even vague "young adult" age. They typically have a really child-like way of speaking, usually making up really lame insults that the male they're paired up with will chuckle indulgently at. They tend to whine like a child, pout, stick out their tongue to signify annoyance, and generally play up the "cutesy" factor for all it's worth. They also can't seem to go two minutes without giggling, yelling or crying- and if they do cry, it usually is to make the male character cave in and do whatever she wants, after which she will miraculously stop crying.
Why they are annoying: Look, I'm not saying there aren't childish people out there, or even simply people who have bouts of acting like a child...but this Reader basically shouldn't be allowed out on their own. They act in a manner that would be irritat
Mirror/rorriM [(2p)Italy x Reader]
(2p)Italy x Reader
MENTION OF BLOOD, YOU ARE WARNED
What if someone you cared about was fake? Would you still love them?
I was at my study. I had just finished my (writing/work) for the day, and could take a break for awhile. I look at the clock to see emerald green numbers saying 8:10. I sighed. I wasted the day looking at all my working, on the day that is suppose to mean relaxation, which was Saturday. I finally get up from my desk chair, then stretched out my tight muscles, I haven't been using for the past twelve hours. Suddenly, the house phone started to ring. I bolted towards my bedroom-which was across the hall- and picked up the phone.
"Hello," I asked, clearly showing I was tired.
"Hey bella! I was wondering if you wanted to hang out with me tonight?" Italy cheered. I groaned for a second, while rubbing my neck.
"Well Feli, I'm sorry bu-" I started but
One Night at Freddy's (H20 DeliriousXReader)
"Uggh my head" You groaned when you woke up to a headache. Sitting up you saw the flicker of dim lights and you were lying on a black and white tiled floor. Slowly you got up and noticed your friends, brother and boyfriend passed out on the ground around you. The friends you saw we're MiniLadd, Nogla, BasicallyIDoWrk, SoCloseToToast, Wildcat and Lui. You cocked an eyebrow when you saw your boyfriend Delirious and your brother Vanoss cuddling under the table.
"Mini wake up!" You hissed kicking him in the side lightly.
"Nooooooooo 5 more minutes" He whined turning over.
"Dude wake up now somethings not right" You said shaking him till he woke up.
"What?" He asked as you helped him up.
"Look around" You replied panicking slightly. Mini looked around and saw everyone was dressed like their avatars would wear and they were in a control room.
"Why are Delirious and Vanoss cuddling under a table?" Mini asked first.
"Why does it look like we're in the control room from Five Nights at Fre
...from the newsroom, breaking news! Elwood T. Bug VI, grandson and heir apparent of the now deceased former premier of Bugdom Elwood T. Bug IV, called for an urgent news conference about an hour ago. Fox news was first to arrive at the scene, and we now have for you the complete transcript. It reads:
Elwood T. Bug VI here. A few months ago my grandfather, Elwood T. Bug IV, delivered a warning message to a certain unspecified species whom we will now clearly identify as: humankind. Please note this quotation from said warning: "So here is the bottom line: A red line has been drawn - here, and no further! One more dead bug and all the bugs in the world will be called upon to unite against certain unsaid species," end quote! Apparently, this warning was not taken seriously, as reports have been arriving at my desk daily suggesting that bugs are still being squished, swatted, stepped on, sprayed with gawd knows what, set on fire, dun
Home and DryEveryone occasionally lost socks in the wash but Jane was experiencing a fifty percent casualty rate.
“I don’t understand it,” she muttered to herself, as she pulled the latest load out of the tumble dryer.
Fourteen socks had gone in but only seven had come out. She lined the survivors up: “And it’s always only one from each pair.”
So, she bought herself some sock clips. “You won’t be able to split up now!” she told her new batch. And they didn’t. When Jane opened the tumble dryer at the end of the cycle there were no socks left at all.
Jane screamed in frustration. “What the hell is going on?!”
“That’s exactly it—hell,” came the reply.
Jane turned but all she saw was her sensible cardigan, airing on the clothes rack.
“Who’s there..?” she asked cautiously.
“It’s me—the Sensible Cardigan,” said the Sensible Cardigan. “And the problem is that you
Debbie On Ice“Hi! I’m Debbie Drummond and I’ve been nominated to take the ice bucket challenge!”
Debbie winked at the camera and tossed her coppery red hair as she spoke. She wore an oversized Baltimore Ravens home football jersey that stretched down to her bare knees, and a pair of matching purple flipflops. She bent slightly to dip her finger in a large, orange bucket on the grass next to her. “Brrr! It sure is cold!” she said, acting as cute and playful as a kitten.
“For this challenge, I’d like to nominate my friends Honey Hudson, Lori Guzman, Cheryl Stein, and Lyanna Tanner, and my wonderful assistant, Tienne Van, without whom I’d never get anything done! You girls are the greatest and I know you’ll be good sports and happily join in this fun way to raise money for a worthwhile charity.”
Debbie ripped open a twenty-pound bag of ice, which she shook into the bucket. “Now it’s
Die Probleme der NSA(Basierend auf einen wahren Artikel)
»Wir befinden uns heute in der Basis 51 irgendwo in Deutschland. Wo wir mit den deutschen Leiter der hieransässigen NSA reden Mister Ben Smith, dessen Namen wir aus Datenschutzgründen im Interview nicht nennen werden, stattdessen stellen wir ihn einfach als Mister Secret vor.
Herr Secret, vor welchen Herausforderungen wird die NSA gestellt?«
»Nun, als wir hier anfingen, wussten wir noch nicht wie viele Terroristen und Deutsche ihre Nachrichten codieren. Wir brauchen dafür extra ausgebildete Fachkräfte, die der amerikanischen Wirtschaft ein Vermögen kosten.«
»Können sie uns da einige Codierungen zeigen?«
»Natürlich. Hier sieh dir das an: „Bis später, Süße. LG“, wobei „LG“ für Lagerterroristenbombengarage steht.«
»Es könnte jedoch auch „liebe Grüße“ bedeuten.«
»Bist du etwa auch einer dieser H
Hey Delirious (H20 DeliriousXReader)
"Ok guys we are going to start the ultimate chain explosion!" Delirious said pacing back and forth in front of you, Vanoss, Mini, Wildcat and Lui.
"It's going to be so awesome none of us will survive it! Basically is going to blow up that shitty car aaaaaaall the way down there! Then all the cars will blow up muahahaha!" He finished with a laugh stopping facing outwards towards the massive line of cars. Delirious was wearing his regular hockey mask and blue hoody with jeans. Vanoss his red jacket and shades, Lui was wearing only boxers and a monkey mask, Wildcat his pig mask and suit, Mini was in a pimp suit while you were dressed in a striped black and white suit that looked like Beetlejuices.
"YOU READY BASICALLY?!" Delirious yelled louder than necessary.
"YEAH!" Basically yelled back equally as loud standing by the car wearing a pair of boxers with hearts on them and a tank top.
"Light the sonofabitch up!" Delirious laughed menacingly. Basically stood back and pulled out
Lincoln LogsLincoln Logs, she said.
You dont like them?
She smoothed out the wrapping paper on her lap and frowned. I asked for that poetry book. You know, the one with the picture of the tree on the front?
And I had planned on getting it for her until I saw the little sticker with the price on the back.
You cant build a house out of poetry, I said.
She burst into tears, and I got the feeling it was the wrong thing to say.
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