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KH3D: Ecoutez de la Musique?((En anglais: there is no romance in this fic. It'd be almost impossible for me to write anything like that anyways, at my current fluency in French. It's just a friendship story, kinda. Heh. I don't even know what it is.))
Je ne sais pas pourquoi, mais...
Il est très... génial.
Il est sympa, il est gentil. Il n'est pas très intelligent, mais il adore ses amis, et ce amour il rend fort.
Ah : Désole. Qui suis-je ?
Je m'appelle Riku. Je suis un ami de Sora.
Je suis très grand et fort, et peut-être mignon, trop, mais le cœur de Sora est grand- pour moi, c'est pas vrai.
<< Salut, Riku, comment ça va ? >>
<< Riku !!! Est-ce que tu veux la glace ?! >>
Alors... il est pénible... quelquefois. Eh, peut-être... pas souvent...
<< Sora... ! Je dit. La glace ? Tu es sérieux ?
- Mais oui ! J'aime la glace, et toi ?
-Sora... eh, D'accord. >>
Il est un fr
Worst of Curses, Best of Friends Pt. 1"Hee hee, you're so slow. Wake up already!"
I could barely make out what the giggling male voice said because of the immense headache I had that was making the whole room buzz, which was distorting the sounds that came across my ears and attempting to turn them into some form of vocal spaghetti.
Okay, I could hear that pretty clearly. Now, I couldn't see anything, but if I could make an educated guess, the way his girly laughter made me want to punch his face off probably meant he could only be one person. Because unless I was mistaken and my ears really did hear spaghetti, the person who was laughing their face off was probably Milan.
Probably being 99.9 percent. And a half.
"You know, if you just, I don't know, opened your eyes, you'd know for sure who I was, right?"
Okay, yeah, that was Milan. The smirking bastard knew everything about me- whether I told him or not. I swear he's read my mind multiple times, but then again, that'd be crazy, so I just go with the idea of him
EternityAugh. I lay my head on the desk, and made a fist and pounded it on my homework. Stupid. Stupid stupid stupid.
When would I ever get a break? I mean, I knew that there were the weekends, which were plenty. But I usually procrastinated all though them, and ended up not really getting anything done. I was just so tired everyday, so sleepy, so not wanting to do actual work.
I personally blamed it on the car accident, the one that made me not really do anything for nine whole days and killed my mile time. But really, I was the one procrastinating. Trying not to think about school.
Trying not to think about life.
As much as I hated it, I knew that one day I'd grow up. One day, I'd have to apply for colleges, get a job, get a life. Grow old, drink that gross porridge stuff my mom and my grandmother love, die. Or maybe even before that, I'd die because of some unnatural cause.
As much as I wanted to stay with the current world, I knew that in a couple years, there'd be so many video
The things in lifeSing a song about life,
Or of the power to fight,
But not mercilessly.
Give me strength to succeed,
But make me kind as can be,
In this world that I see,
With my own eyes.
Dance a dance about love,
A sweet melody of,
Or a fire step sing-
-ing with a burning tongue.
Give me hope to believe,
But make it realistically,
In this world that I feel,
With my own heart.
Paint my life today,
And we'll see what we get,
Just a hint of regret,
But a life well spent.
See the things you create,
In these beautiful shades,
In a life that I need,
To be a part of.
LovesickShe was sitting on a brown leather chair, homework in one hand, pencil in another. A glass of water sat in the cup holder that was within arm's reach. Every few seconds, she'd look up at the clock that was on the opposite wall.
Where was he?
He said he would come in the afternoon. After he had visited a friend's, apparently.
Her mother wasn't home, and the girl knew that she couldn't cook for the life of her, and didn't have the means to go shopping, so she was impatiently waiting for him to come back- if only to feed her with the food he promised he'd bring. To alleviate the hunger pangs she'd been having.
But she knew that it was much more than that. And she knew that the hurt she felt wasn't from the hunger.
She was desperate to meet him again. She couldn't wait any longer. The two were the best of friends, but she suspected that at least for her, it was a bit more. She tried to put the thoughts aside, but every time she reasoned that she w
ObsessionTheme no. 6- obsession.
It's a nice word, I guess.
Beautiful for prompt-writing material, that's for sure.
Because, really, who doesn't have obsessions?
There are those kinds of things in the world that you absolutely detest.
The ones you hate.
The ones you seriously couldn't care less about,
The ones you never think about.
The ones you like a little.
The ones you like a lot.
The ones you love,
The ones you absolutely adore.
Then, there are the ones, that, well.
There are the ones that slowly make its way into your head, taking over everything. The ones you start thinking about day and night, in your dreams, everywhere. The ones you can't help but get yourself drawn into, forgetting about things that you shouldn't be forgetting, instead focusing on that one thing that you absolutely, definitely must need. The ones where if you're reminded at all about that object, even if you only glance at it, you're sent into a state where all that matters is that one thing and you'll do
We're going that way.It was hard.
Hard to see in this place. Hard to breathe in it, too. Each day, it seemed as if the void would grow ever stronger, each day it seemed as if the memories of the world colored in light were just a dream. I try to remember the days I spent in that world, a world far beyond my reach. I can't even imagine it- all the memories seem to have faded.
It could barely be called an existence, we were both so hopeless, and we both were trapped. It was difficult knowing that we would be trapped in the darkness as long as they wanted us in it, but we survived. Barely. It was hard trying to survive day by day in this state, let alone really live. It wasn't a joyful place for any of us. We'd long forgotten how to function, how to be human- some had already forgotten what the word meant.
Life had lost its purpose, yet there was no way to die. Not in this mirrored realm, this place where you could hold your breath forever, yet not suffocate; scream y
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