Little . BirdA small bird sits in a lonely oak tree, its beautiful wings clipped, unable to fly. It longs for the sky in which it used to play, twirling and looping and doing all manners of tricks. It longs for the sky, where it used to be free. . . .Little . Bird
One day, a long time ago, a man came along. He lured the little golden bird to him with treats of sweet birdseed and promised it more every day. The bird came to trust him; it slept just outside his window, its tiny beak tucked under one delicate wing. But the man was greedy at heart. The first night the bird sle
TOGETHERThere's something that I can feel better than most people. Not everyone can understand as well as I do. I'm like a radio, but instead of tuning into a station, I tune intoTOGETHER
EMOTIONS.
It's hard, you see. The clarity... is...
PAINFUL.
Sometimes, though, when I'm on the FM, and the emotions of someone close to me are on the AM, I don't notice them. But then, someone hints to me, subliminally, that I might want to change my frequency. And when I do... it
HITS ME.
But recently, why are all the emotions so intensely
SAD?
DESPERATE? &nb
___can't you?i could remember the day where i had ripped it, shredded it, spread it across the floor like it meant nothing anymore. like it shouldn't.___can't you?
a single red valentine, shaped like a heart. i had given it to someone that day, courage slowly sinking, nervousness kicking in.
and then they took it and BROKE IT.
a small voice called out to me, but i didn't hear it anymore.
a small hand came and touched mine, but i didn't feel anymore.
she pulled me, forced me to look at her.
in her hands was the broken heart.
"it's broken, but..."
i began to pull away
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA -chokes-
Pleased
Now, I will praise your artwork, just for the lulz of it.
Also, enjoy "Baccano!".
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"Ex-Choirmaster of infinite lulz."
- Me, on Koroviev/Fagotto
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Will you let me give you a tour though the shadows?
*slow to catch onto these things* D;
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Thrice upon three days three blind mice were walking down the road. They walked down three different forks and fell off three different cliffs. They screamed three different screams while falling and died.
Moral of this Story: Don't eat lip balm
it's better then having the most innocent mind while your friend starts talking perverted things XD *shot*
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Will you let me give you a tour though the shadows?
*THE TRUTH HAS BEEN REVEALED*
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Thrice upon three days three blind mice were walking down the road. They walked down three different forks and fell off three different cliffs. They screamed three different screams while falling and died.
Moral of this Story: Don't eat lip balm
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Will you let me give you a tour though the shadows?
Kar, you knew that a LOONG time ago.
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Thrice upon three days three blind mice were walking down the road. They walked down three different forks and fell off three different cliffs. They screamed three different screams while falling and died.
Moral of this Story: Don't eat lip balm
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