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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
Kidd never really liked her uncle. That's not to say she hated the man, she was just... indifferent to him.
In fact, it was only due to his deep dislike of his own wife and children that he left his considerable fortune and wonderful seaside beach house to Kidd out of spite when he passed away.
Not that Kidd was complaining in the slightest. It had just come as a shock to her all those years ago. One moment she was the hardest working member of the university Swim Team, dealing with a troublesome boyfriend, trying to write seven papers in three days, and nearly starving herself to pay for her education. And the next, she was lounging on the ivory sand of her new home, her life settled somewhere between 'comfortable' and 'hedonistic'. No need to work, no need to stress, she'd broken up with the whiny loser, and she was loving it. The sun beat down on her toned, exhausted body, and it was like she was revived, refreshed. 'This is a life worth liv
Breaking Down (Germany x Dead!Reader)
Germany x Dead!Reader
WARNING THIS STORY MAY TRIGGER UNHAPPY THOUGHTS, CONTINUE AT YOUR OWN RISK. THIS STORY WILL ALSO BE TOLD IN GERMANYS POV (obviously)
I was in my room. I didn't want anyone to come in right now. It was (y/n) death anniversary. My tears were blurring everything in my room. I saw colors yellow, black and red. Those were my countries colors, the country that made people scared, angry, or cry. The only one who saw behind that was (y/n), And Italy, but Italy abandoned me while she stayed. Why did she have to leave me like this? At this time. Not even my brother is here, he suffering to much in Russia grasp, and losing his country. I guess I really am alone. How long do I have to suffer for?
My tears started to come down harder, as I clenched my jaw, and squinted my blood-shot eyes. I sit down on my bed and continue to cry. I'm breaking down, again it would seem. I always thought tears are a sign of weaknes
Coffee date (Gabriel Gray!SylarXReader)
Sylar sat in a café watching you from across the street. You tucked a stray piece of your (h/c) behind your ear and sipped your coffee before continuing to read your book. He knew you had a power being from a family all of who had an ability. Your older brother Nathan could fly, your mother Angela could dream the future and you younger brother Peter could absorb people's abilities when around them. Your ability was similar to Peters although you could only hold onto 3 abilities. Healing from Claire, flying from Nathan and mind reading from Matt Parkman. Sylar stared at you having come there to take you ability found himself unable to to through with his plan.
'Why can't I kill her? She has something I want' Sylar thought to himself unaware you could hear him. You continued drinking your coffee like he wasnt there but didn't expect him to walk across the street and sit opposite you.
"Can I help you?" You asked.
"Have we met before?" He questioned seeming unsure of himself.
You CAN Divide by Zero!" Impossible, " you say, " I couldn't get my calculator to compute it no matter how many times I tried. "
Well, it may be true that you cannot divide by zero on a calculator, but follow these handy steps
and you will be able to outwit ANY calculator or computer!
What you will need:
A marker ( Whatever color you'd like, especially if it's one of those scented ones! )
A piece of paper or a dry erase board. ( If neither is available, a styrofoam cup or a napkin will do fine. )
Tape ( The sticky kind, not the one you recorded reruns of Friends on. )
A Wall ( How can you have any pudding if you don't eat your meat? )
Now if you have all those supplies ready, you can now begin to divide by zero!
Step One :
Take your paper ( dry erase board, napkin, etc. ) and draw a zero on it. The size and color does not matter,
at least to the number anyway. It may matter to you, but as long you draw a zero, nobody else will care. Penmenship
doesn't matter either provided you can still tell it's a ze
Bianca And Victoria“I call this meeting of the Brickville Villains’ Club to order.” The Dishonorable Zachariah Macassar smartly rapped his gavel on the podium. Weird shadows cloaked the elderly scoundrel, despite the illumination provided by the stylish gasolier overhead. Zachariah liked darkness; it suited him well. “A warm greeting to all our members and their… special guests.”
An angry scream came from Bianca Casqueira, one of the “special guests”, although no one could understand exactly what she was saying. The folded handkerchief inside her mouth, and the strip of cloth running between her rose pink lips ensured that. Coils of rope around her torso and legs kept her seated in a chair next to Craemer Crumb. Craemer’s elegant top hat was a battered ruin; he had scratches on his hand and a bandage over nearly half his face. Bianca had not made it easy for him to bring her here.
“I move we dispen
Awkward but...he has a british accent! ~~ Reader's P.O.V.~~~
I turned around and looked at the stranger. "Excuse me..um miss do you need any help?" The green eyed stranger asked.
I could tell he was an english man. I mean that british accent pretty much tells it, I just stared at him.
"Uh miss?" He waved his hand infront of my face. "Oh um yes please! " I quickly stood up and brushed my (f/c) blouse. I watched him as he lifted the suitcase and placed it inside the overhead bin.
I sat down on my seat which was next to the window, and let out a relieved sigh.
I felt my seat shift a little, I turned to my left and saw mr.-has-a-hot-british-accent seating next to me.
"Oh so we're beside each other." He said buckling his seatbelt. "Yeah..weird isn't it?" I sweatdropped and scratched the back of my neck. "Oh I never actually caught your name.." I smiled and held out my hand." (F/n), (F/n) (L/n)"
He took my hand and shook it." Arthur Kirkland, a pleasure to meet you." He took my hand and planted a kiss on it.
I got surp
A Happy EndingFull stop was tired of being the party pooper. Whenever she turned up everything would come to a complete halt.
It was time to try something new.
She applied to become the top half of a semicolon. This was better—when she and her partner arrived, there would be a pause but then things would get going again. However, full stop wanted to be more involved. She wanted excitement!
And so she ran away to the mathematical circus.
She learnt how to hang underneath the obelus (÷), she learnt how to smile while posing gracefully at the apex of the therefore sign (∴) and she learnt how to balance at the very top of the vertical ellipsis (⋮).
But unfortunately the numbers didn’t add up, and she was let go again.
It was back to being a full stop. She looked around and did manage to find a very nice sentence.
She’s so entranced by her ruby rings all the time.
But he already had his ending.
They kept in touch though, and one day he popped the question.
Heroes highschool (Adam MonroeXReaderXMohinder) p1
"(Y/n)!!! Get your ass up!! You to Peter!" You woke up to your older brother Nathan yelling from downstairs. The same as every morning you groaned and threw something at the door to tell him you were awake and plotting his murder. After 10 minutes of trying not to fall back asleep you got up and put on a pair of jeans, black converse and a Ramones t-shirt before fixing your (h/c) hair. Grabbing you backpack from the floor you tiredly made your way downstairs.
"Finally come on we're late enough" Nathan hurried you along dropping a plate of toast in front of you. As always Nathan was up, dressed in his class president outfit as he called it and sipping his coffee.
"Peter come on!!" He yelled up to the 15 year old.
"No!" Peters muffled response came from under his covers.
"That's it" Nathan said before putting his mug down and running upstairs.
"AHH NO THE LIGHT! IT BURNS!!" Peter screamed when Nathan pulled the curtains and dragged the covers off him. You were 16 and attented Kring
Here Come the Rubba Girls, Splish, SplashIt was another hot summer day. Mom and Dad were walking in the park and my brother just got off the treadmill. During this time, I was relaxing, thinking about what my upcoming classes are going to be like.
Tim: *opens my door with a towel around him* "The treadmill is all yours if you want to go on it."
Me: "Might as well, thanks."
Tim: "No problem." *closes the door and heads for the shower*
Once Tim turned on the shower, I got off my bed, turned on my phone, went on YouTube, found a good video to watch that will help pass the time, and I got my headphones so I can hear the video.
Me: "Alright, here we go. *heads downstairs and sees the treadmill* Lets do it."
After my 30 minutes on the treadmill were up, I changed into my swim trunks and watched the rest of the video.
Me: *finishes video* "Alright, time to cool off."
As I got my towel and opened the door, I was greeted by four hellos.
Rubber girls: "Hi, Robert!"
Me: "Woah! *falls down in surprise
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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