Finding HappinessShe's burning up like a suicide noteFinding Happiness by NemoX7
And upon it's legacy lines
Scribed in crimson ink
Is all her little curios of happiness.
Before misery waddled up,
Knocked over her correction fluid;
Erasing all her joy in a blink.
There's a tape recorder by her side
Skipping a death tone melody;
The silence she hides inside.
Should she stop.
Wipe her days of self-pity and hate
Until she can record a new song
Upbeat to a happy tune of fate.
By her crumpled flat dress,
Glares wild, her knife and her pills,
Though the sight macabre
Only sets her heart ablaze to chills.
Serrated metal to barcode in
A reminder of all her undying pain
And the dark she kisses within.
Numb, she knocks back medicine,
Her bus stop on the highway of life.
Faltering she drops lipstick blade and
To an honest mirror she turns...
What ever happened to
The smiling girl?
What ever happened to
Her innocent future?
Tears fade to a calm stare
Which unravels a soulful grin;
A u-shape of acceptance
To new challenges she mus
Thy Fallen AdamO father, thou hast forsaken me.Thy Fallen Adam by NemoX7
Thou hast breathed essence
Into these corpse lungs, and yet
Thou had cast me out
Into this cold black with no regret.
Why dost thou shudder so father?
Thine eyes were the first I
Bore witness to in mine blossom.
'Ere did that grace of life ebb within;
Yet thou did but blench and look
No more upon thy creation no farther.
Dost thou have stomach to embrace?
O father, I ought to have been an angel,
But alas thou hast sewn a villain's face
To hide mine internal beauty.
O father, why thou elude me of love?
Thou elude my diabolic presence
With thy Prometheus hands, and still
Thy plague am I to thou
In pestilence dire I maketh thou ill.
Where dost thou go to weep father?
Look! Even stars insult my frame
Ne'er did the celestial offer me comfort,
Yet thou would dare mock too.
Only shallow rain cries tears ever blue.
Dost thou have conscience to behold?
O father, did thou not dream me as mortal,
But I am a patchwork of nightmares old
As a mirror of thy own cruelt
AnswersI don't write poetry.Answers by xxdraxx
I just let the pen
Across crumbled pages.
I let my soul
Bleed into ink.
As my way of asking
Statues and glowing
But They never answer.
The Beauty of the Blank PageSome people will see the blank pageThe Beauty of the Blank Page by Rifle1980
As comparable to the most dreadful curse
But I see it as potential
To write in my own words the perfect verse
And though this is yet to happen
The promise will always remain right there
Like a newborn leaving the womb
As they take their first breath of fresh air
Some people will see the blank page
As a reason or excuse to give in
But every great literary work
Needed a scribbled first word to begin
Seeds of a thought that blossom
Thoughts that bloom in to an idea
The page slowly becomes your friend
As the reason you’re writing becomes clear
Some people will see the blank page
As their familiar adversary
As difficult to run away from
As the hardest to forget memory
But like those unwanted memories
It eventually will have to be faced
Don’t hide away from the hollow
And with words the blank page will be replaced
Open Letter You and I are very rare.Open Letter by xxdraxx
Third generation Asian-Canadians makes up less than 1% of the total population. From an early age we learned to wear three masks like Nezha. I am Canadian. Je suis Canadien. 我是加拿大人。
The grass gives off a crimson light on either side and I’ve been trying to stay safe in the the sidewalk between them but I’m at the edge. Or maybe I’ve already fallen off and I’m just a being of nothing nothingness. I’ve already gotten accustomed to being in nothingness. Been reading Descartes and Kierkegaard and I can’t fathom the mathematics behind happiness.
Two fugitives ran away from home and conceived
Hottie 5: Fifty Shades of Epic, Ch. 10Hottie 5: Fifty Shades of Epic, Ch. 10 by Alaxr274
Sonic the Hegdgehog & Tails (from The Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog) and Marvelous Man (AKA Chris Jackson AKA an alternate version of the author/me) has recently joined the Deartment of Hotness. Meanwhile, Hottie gets a special call from the Council of Dream Weavers. The Council of Dream Weavers acts as the government to the entire dream realm AKA the omniverse minus Earth Prime. The Council of Dream Weavers congregate within the Citadel of Dream Weavers, which is located within a mysterious dimension called the Dream Nexus. The Citadel of Dream Weavers resembles the Citadel of Ricks from Rick & Morty only larger and golden. The Council of Dream Weavers is led by a powerful and benevolent being known as the Uber Sandman. Members of the Council of Dream Weavers include Dream from Neil Gaiman's The Sandman, the Sandman from The Powerpuff Girls, the Sandman from Courage the Cowardly Dog, Sandy from Rise of the Guardians, the Sandman from Lullaby Land (Silly Symphonies), the Sandman fro
Elementals - Chapter 18Chapter EighteenElementals - Chapter 18 by darkchapters
Darwin Petral stood at the top of the small hill looking over his home town of Laudrin, enjoying the last of the summer air. Before long his two older sisters, Edwin and Lesa had come up the hill to grab him for supper. He pleaded with them to stay and watch the setting sun before going home and they obliged in his wishes. Together they sat down on the grass on both sides of Darwin.
Ever since their parents died Lesa had been in charge she was fifteen when their mom died giving birth to Darwin. Their father had died many years before that though so Lesa was left alone to take care of her younger siblings. It was not too horrible though, Laudrin was a small town with a great community and most people in town shared what little they could with the three orphans so they wouldn’t starve or freeze in the winter.
The orphans tried to help around the town with chores or anything the other townspeople might need to pay them back. Edwin got a job at the bakery and Lesa, w
lingEr -prompts practiceSomeone throws a punch and hits your character instead of the intended targetlingEr -prompts practice by NostalgicRoxas
The crowded restaurant became suddenly silent when two fishermen arguing had started throwing fists at each other. Curious as to what they were fighting about, Hiero got up and wandered closer. Worried as to what may happen, Cyril got up and followed the white-haired boy's head as he disappeared into a crowd of much taller men.
The two men were arguing about something related to their catches, or their boats, something nautical, and nonsensical as far as Cyril was concerned.
“And your stup'd boat can't lick a days speed off my Matila Sea.” said one drunk, a man in his forties looking beefy, hairy and worn. He was dressed in several layers of dark colored clothing with a woven hat on his head.
The other drunk, of around the same age, but he was worse for wear in the wrinkle department and had a beer belly, scoffed at the man. “Like you think a hull that large can carry as much a
Hottie 5: Fifty Shades of Epic, Ch. 9Hottie 5: Fifty Shades of Epic, Ch. 9 by Alaxr274
The Wonderful 101 has recently joined the Department of Hotness. Meanwhile I (Chris Jackson AKA the narrator/author) have mysteriously appeared in a hotel/casino. It turns out that I am asleep and I am dreaming. Then all of a sudden, I'm caught in a battle between the Department of Hotness and the Axis of Evil at said hotel/casino. It turns out that the entire Omniverse, minus Earth Prime (the real world) of Multiverse Prime, is just one big dream land. During the battle I meet both Hottie herself and my childhood creation, Tad C. Decartoon, who is back to wearing his original attire. I have also joined the ongoing battle as well. It turns out that, because of being in the realm of fiction, I have gained powers far beyond that of any normal human back in Earth Prime. After the fight was over I told Hottie that she, and everyone else, was part of some fan fiction series, and that I was the author. I also told Hottie that she originated from a two-book series of novels written by a man n
Adobe Slabs Segment 5Adobe Slabs Segment 5 by Chococcino
Both boys sat on the couch and enjoyed a well-deserved break with minor chit chat here and there; not anything too substantial, by any means. Just little comments to break the otherwise overly silent atmosphere.
After M's last class had let out for the day, he went home to help Billy put the finishing touches on the living room. What should have taken only a day actually took several between Billy's job and M's classes. Mags had been staying with Billy's mom up until that afternoon to give them time to officially move in.
Both M and Billy promised themselves a celebratory beer once everything was settled. They had just popped open said beers with a clink.
Billy analyzed the label on the bottle. The beers were imports. Which meant from overseas, which meant how the hell did they get here? Of that, M wasn't quite sure himself. But the specialized travel it
6 things I know about my grandfatheri.6 things I know about my grandfather by xXI-Feel-InfiniteXx
My grandfather was one of nine children, all identical in black and white photographs. Each had a crop of dark hair, slightly crooked smiles and as a child I thought they had black eyes too. The shades, the pigments, were lost in translation and even still I picture him with ink-drop irises, faded sepia skin.
He, like his brothers, joined the navy. They left behind their youngest brother Ronnie on the shore waving in time with his murmured, off-beat heart, stretching the hole in his chest 8,000 miles wide. The Atlantic embraced them, called each in different directions as the waves rolled on endlessly. Their boats drifted from safe bays and my grandfather fixed his sight starboard, back towards London as the masts of his brothers’ vessels faded over the horizon.
My grandfather was in charge of saving anyone who fell overboard, and was for a time a deep sea diver. But he couldn’t swim, was scared of the bottomless depths aching beneath the deck. He lied on his forms,
Something AboutHe said there was something about the way I looked, the face I made, the sips I took.Something About by Chococcino
Every morning I wake, splash some water on my face, and head outside to practice my yoga uninterrupted.
But this morning was different.
This morning I lowered my hands under the cool running water of the sink, rubbed it against my aching eyes.
And when I opened them, in the darkness of the early morning, a streak of brilliant orange reflected in the mirror.
As I paused, he knew I had seen it.
His warm arms wrapped around my waist from behind. He held me tightly against him, whispered excuses as to why he did so.
Something about this morning, the lighting, my tears, I don't know what it was exactly, but it kept him there next to me.
He watched me as I sipped my tea, with that sadness in his eyes, but he smiled.
And I knew. It wasn't me he saw.
But he had no idea.
He says there is something about the way I look, the faces I make, the sips I take.
I chose to stay in bed this morning. I didn't particularl
Validating Your Tears (I'm Sorry) But what you don't know is that I am frustrated that I can't write a poem about the thorns growing on my veins or icebergs rooting in my heart. I can't write about the void in me when he no longer plays me Beethoven's music or sings me out of tune songs.Validating Your Tears (I'm Sorry) by Milk-and-Pie
Because there is none. I didn't feel anything when he left.
Truth is, I want to feel crushed and heart broken, because at least sadness could prove that I did love him and that what he said about me never loving him is wrong. And I don't want to prove him right with being happy.
I want to write something beautiful about him. I want to write a poem because that is what I know, that is the only thing that had me getting my emotions back in boxes. I want to write a poem about us smiling with dandelions on the roadsides and
SoldiersLaser beamsSoldiers by St-Rhye
All the beauty
Has been forgotten
With our fear
And free will.
From mars to Andromeda
We end civilizations
And changed genetics.
We still remind
That hopeless child
Begging for his life.
A hole in his head
Closed the deal.
We can’t stop
This cosmic war
Does not exist.
A lovely toy
That we want
With endless joy.
Give us more
We want more
Are not enough.
Hybrid 3, Chapter 11: Helen's BraveryChapter 11:Hybrid 3, Chapter 11: Helen's Bravery by Bclement117
Alexander and his team returned to Éire in hopes of recruiting Casters for their mission. They drove their carriages out of the mountain and headed back to the city. As they got back there five hours later, King Teutorigos and Lord Genovefa were waiting for them at the city square. David and Alexander walked up to the stairs of the court building and the Caster King looked furious.
“David, what is the meaning of this?!” King Teutorigos snapped as he seen the Cobains soldiers behind Alexander’s men.
David explained, “Alexander and I traveled to another star system with that relay and came to the Cobains planet. These people knew about Alexander being the only one who could help everyone in the galaxy stop the Helbots from wiping us out. They provided him supplies and a space to travel back home.”
“Where is this ship?” King Teutorigos asked sarcasticall
Dying: Chapter 5Dying: Chapter 5 by gregterry480
Chapter 5: Elsa's Gift
"Anna, you don't have to worry about me," Elsa told her sister as they both spread their feet out across Anna's bed. "Yes, it was highly embarrassing to fall asleep at the meeting like that. But with the way I've been at night for a while now, something like this happening was inevitable."
Anna just looked at Elsa. Somehow, bathed in the radiant moonlight that was coming from the bedroom window, she looked even more breathtaking than usual. How could she look so lovely and so worn out at the same time? It was a gift that Anna did not possess. Whenever she was tired (which was usually every other morning), she knew that there were plenty of words that could be used to describe her, but "beautiful" certainly wasn't one of them.
"What is it?" Elsa asked, apparently noticing the way that Anna was staring at her.
"I just...feel a little guilty," Anna confessed uneasily.
"Guilty?" said Elsa, seeming puzzled. "Whatever would you feel guilty for?"
Dying: Chapter FourDying: Chapter Four by gregterry480
Chapter Four: Coffee with Kristoff
"Anna, please, that's your fifth cup of coffee this morning," said Kristoff to his girlfriend. "Do you want to spend the entire day squatting over a chamber pot or something?"
"I need something to keep myself awake today," said Anna wearily. "I spent the entire night worrying about Elsa."
"Is there any time you're not worried about her?" he asked her a little cheekily.
"Oh, ha, ha, ha, you're hilarious!" said Anna sarcastically. She knew that Kristoff didn't mean any harm, but her patience was thin today.
She took a deep breath as she looked around the small coffee house where they were seated. Normally, the pleasant atmosphere of the place was enough to cheer her up when she was feeling a bit down. But on those days she was usually sad about something trivial that didn't really matter. Today she had very genuine concern for her sister's well-being.
"Elsa's not acting...normal," Anna began explaining to Kristoff, hoping that he would
Dying: Chapter ThreeDying: Chapter Three by gregterry480
Chapter 3: Worried
No matter what Anna did that night, she couldn't get to sleep.
She was aware she was almost certainly worried about nothing. So what if Elsa had coughed? Big deal if she had walked funny! It wasn't any reason to assume the worst. Her sister's body was probably just having a negative reaction to the depression she was going through right now, that's all.
Still, every time she shut her eyes, every time she came close to entering dream land, she saw Elsa struggling with each step she took. She heard her hack like an old man who had smoked too many pipes during his lifetime. And then she had to open her eyes back up again.
"No!" she yelled as she sat herself up. Where was Elsa? Was she going to show up again tonight? Unlike some other nights, where Anna would secretly wish that she wouldn't come so she could get a good night's rest, tonight she was really, really hoping that the queen would knock on her bedroom door. She wouldn't ask her about her physical health, of cou
Dying: Chapter TwoDying: Chapter Two by gregterry480
Chapter Two: A Cup of Tea
The next few nights played out more or less the same way. Elsa would wake Anna up in the middle of the night, check to make sure she was still alive, and then usually get into bed with her. Sometimes she could get Elsa to talk about it, but most of the time she stayed very quiet, silently staring into Anna's eyes as if she was afraid that she would die if she dared to look away from them for so much as a second.
When morning finally came, Elsa would get out of bed and tend to her duties. They never discussed the sleepless nights in the light of day. And to everyone she wasn't close to, Elsa seemed perfectly fine. She remained calm and collected while discussing various things with her council, was all smiles and love whenever she was blessing a marriage or a newborn baby, and was appropriately serious when dealing with the citizens' needs, proposed royal proclamations, trading with the neighboring kingdoms, and all of the other things that made the concept of
And with Strange Aeons even Death may Die!And with Strange Aeons even Death may Die!And with Strange Aeons even Death may Die! by ShackleSoul
Those two words, repeated over and over by the patient in his cell, confounded every one of the nurses and medical personnel who tried conversing with him. Were it not for the IV drip in his arm and the fact that he blacked out at random intervals and thus gained a modicum of sleep, he would surely be dead. Even now the strange man was running on borrowed time. He should have been healthy but his vital signs were being ravaged by some unknown malady.
No one knew his name, only that he had been dropped off by an unknown person or persons one blustery night at Blackmore Asylum in Providence, Rhode Island. But it would be an inaccuracy to think that this man was completely insane or gone. His eyes betrayed a sinister, hunted sort of intelligence, a sensation like he knew he was being stalked.
And then there was that logbook the man had held in his possession. The staff weren’t quite sure what to make of it
An Apple A Day (Warning: Death)A year ago the world was overpopulated.An Apple A Day (Warning: Death) by tophtheblindbandit
Places that had previously only contained a small amount of people at a time had become so full it was difficult to go a few feet without needing to push past someone.
If you lived in one of the more populated areas you may have needed to sleep standing up, surrounded by strangers as everyone you knew had been swept away in the crowd.
Places that had once been completely deserted had suddenly gained a population. People moving to burning hot deserts and icy cold Antarctica to escape the mob of people continuing to grow.
Then a month ago it stopped.
The population started slowly decreasing.
People started dropping dead in the street.
Everyone is dying and people are calling it a miracle.
Does no-one else notice the strangeness of this situation?
A helicopter appears in the sky, apples falling from it like hundreds of tiny bombs.
Each member of the crowd grabbing one fruit each. After a few weeks of the helicopters visits everyone quickly learned n
Nike-Censorship Commercial FADE IN:Nike-Censorship Commercial by xxdraxx
INT. BASKETBALL COURT - NIGHT
DAVID (20s) is sitting top the bleachers. The room is
completely dark except for a spotlight on him.
He looks up to the camera.
When I was first born they told me
I couldn't do it.
Thoughts of a WitchI lie huddled in the corner of my dungeon cell. It is dark, it is cold; the air is moist and stinks. Pale light pours though a small barred window. I am alone. The straw on the floor stabs into my naked feet. The dirty sackcloth robe scratches at my bloody, abused and bruised skin. Everything hurts and throbs with numb pain. I know I will die soon.Thoughts of a Witch by witch1978
I have confessed under the torture. I knew that it would seal my fate, but I could not stand the pain any more. I shiver and tremble as the memories of the unspeakable things they had done to me come back: Their cold hands and fingers touching my body everywhere in search for the mark. As they did not find anything to prove my guilt, they had started to hurt me for a confession. They stab needles in my birthmarks, beat me with sticks and the whip. What followed was the torment on the rack, tearing and stretching my fragile body until I passed out from the pain. The chair with its sharp metal spikes, the screws that crushed my fingers and toe
Legacy Ch 17 [APH Mexico fic]Legacy Ch 17 [APH Mexico fic] by sailorgreywolf
Argentina's room was markedly smaller than Mexico's, although it was in much better order, save a small bundle of blankets in the corner. Mexico walked into the room ahead of his host and sat on the end of a rather small bed. Argentina walked over to the pile of blankets in the corner, which Mexico noticed was making a strange noise. Argentina brushed back a blanket to reveal the small, brown spotted face of a calf.
Mexico watched this with restrained intrigue. He couldn't stop himself from asking dubiously "Juan, why do you have a cow in your room?" The tall boy swept the calf into his arms and then walked over to the middle on the room and sat down before answering "I found him the last time I went back down to my home, he was abandoned by his mother. I guess I just knew how he felt too much to leave him". Mexico felt suddenly uncomfortable sitting on the bed while Argentina was on the floor. He stood up and walked over to where Argentina was sitting and sat down next to him. Again,
Legacy Ch 15 [APH Mexico fic]Legacy Ch 15 [APH Mexico fic] by sailorgreywolf
Alfred dismounted and looked around to see if anyone had noted his lateness, he noted no one. Maybe England wouldn't scold him if no one knew he was late. He walked into the house which was currently housing the English colonies from the Americas. It was only then that he noticed that someone had seen him, his younger brother. He called to him "Mathew, how long have you been waiting?" Canada answered "A couple hours. Where the Hell were you?"
America didn't particularly want to tell his brother about the chance encounter with Mexico. There was something about it that felt like it was secret and special, and that was exciting. So, he responded simply "I got lost". Canada was rather unconvinced "You got lost for several hours? You would have to have the directional sense of a teaspoon to do that". America still refused to tell his brother, it was too important for some reason. So he added in a voice that he knew would keep his brother from asking any more questions "I was really lost".
Everyone wants to be happyEveryone wants to be happy, right?Everyone wants to be happy by BloodyMess-VaoT
I mean that's what we all strife for in life, isn't it?
Do you also want to be happy? Well, Nick definitely did.
Let me tell you about him.
Nick was a quite handsome and intelligent man. The big house he lived in was surrounded by a beautiful and well trimmed garden. Nick often held parties for his many friends and acquaintances. The relationship with his wife was very healthy and he had made a fortune so big that he never had to work again.
Although Nick had everything you could wish for, one day, he came towards me with a troubled face.
I was still in the garden, the sun was about to set and I was planning to go home soon.
"Are you happy?" he asked.
"What's your problem?" I replied.
Nick sighed. "You know me. I reached almost every goal in life and tried out everything I can imagine, but still somehow I never felt truly happy."
"You didn't plant a tree yet," I grinned.
"Hey, I'm serious here! What ever I do, I think I could have done better! What ev
ParanoiaIf you would ask me what my worst fear is,Paranoia by Pyschotic-Act
then I would answer you with the word....,
I'm not fearless or anything but being afraid of nothing is a serious thing.
Scary entities that simply does not exist is what I fear most.Ironic actually,fearing what is not there.
But it is true,with all of us.
You may have not known it but you have it deep within your mind.
Afraid of beings or events that we have formulated inside our abstract minds.
We can never overcome this fear,
as long as our mind functions.Our brains,will continue to formulate things for as long as we live.We may be able to dismiss these petty little things,but they will and always will be within us.
We stop looking for the monsters under the bed,
once we realize they were within us....
From the Start.
HopelessI don't know what to do anymore...Hopeless by BloodyMess-VaoT
I told everyone how proud I am that my son is gay
But he committed suicide...
I found the perfect boyfriend for my daughter
But she ran away...
I always cooked the finest meals for my husband
But he left me...
I impressed my friends with every of my achievements
But they don't talk with me anymore...
I read the whole Bible and go to church every Sunday
But God never talked to me either...
I should have shown more support!
I should have taken a better pick!
I should have spent more time cooking!
I should have told them more!
I should have been more devoted!
I should have tried harder!
But I failed everyone...
HopeA silver key, glistening in the dark even though there was no light to make it glow. A simple key, an interloper among the shadows. I stumbled upon it on my way, lost along the road I had followed. The never ending path had long since disappeared, twisting and turning into a dense expanse of darkness.Hope by Hidden-Behind-A-Book
Yet...I had kept walking.
This was just a little key, such a petulant glimmer among the dark. I picked it up. The light it brought was odd, so foreign to me but why had I picked it up? What came over me to pause in my walk and take the key off the ground?
For the first time in so long, I looked around; taking in the shadows and darkness, the losses and sorrows,the pain and loneliness encasing me. How had I become so inadvertantly blind to everything around me? When had my path changed so much?
I looked at the key and felt a crystal tear roll down my cheek and onto my palm, covering the key in its salt and sorrow. When I looked up again, there was not darkness ahead but a door. A simple do
Hate MeYou believe my lieHate Me by St-Rhye
Thinking that I
Will spread my wings.
You always see
Goodness inside me
When my eyes can’t.
You don’t see
A cold machine
A beating heart.
Even when I
Am just steel
And nothing else.
Leave this thing
Where the sorrow
Built its home.
It doesn’t belong
Your free spirit
To my endless
You must live.
I was born
To destroy you.
As Summer Was Just BeginningA little girl with curly blond hair quietly opened the back door of her house, looking back over her shoulder for watchful eyes before slipping out the doorway. She grinned as she leapt down each individual step, clinking loudly with each thump of the stairs. A large tool belt was slung around her shoulder and attached by a clip to her shorts which was the reason she was making odd clinking and clacking noises.As Summer Was Just Beginning by Hidden-Behind-A-Book
She reached the bottom step and began running away from the brick building behind her and towards a short stone fence that separated the yard area from a large green pasture. Barely reaching the top the little girl’s reach she pulled herself up and over the wall, her feet hitting the soft grass below her bare feet.
With a whoop of joy and freedom she tore off across the field, not caring that an angry woman's voice was calling out at her for sneaking out. Yet there was no chase, no one knew these fields like the little girl did.
The field was beautiful, lush with life as s
Adobe Slabs Segment 4Adobe Slabs Segment 4 by Chococcino
And the problem with Ema, was that, well. Um.
“Hey! I heard from your sister that you’re living with a guy now! Where is he?” An all-too-familiar pair of rose-tinted shades and an honorable attempt to resurrect three decade-old clothes (that smelled like they were fresh out of a thrift-store, mixed with cologne and smoke) stood in his doorway on a tall, lithe frame. The guy pushed past M just like any other door and scoped the apartment for another being.
“...Why are you talking to my sister?”
The new visitor took it upon himself to open all the doors in the apartment, even the cupboards. He got to the refrigerator, opened it...
... And pulled out a chocolate milk. He popped the top and took a gulp. “Is he not here?”
Was, well, Ema had a slight pro
Fate - A New Beginning Chapter 3.Chapter 3: Transfer student.Fate - A New Beginning Chapter 3. by Newbie1104
Author's note: Chapter 3 is finally out.
I want to thanks all of my readers and reviewers. You guys really motivated me to continue writing.
Now onto the chapter itself, this chapter is kind of casual, where Shirou interacts with people around him and develop theirs connections. Thus there will be more conversations in it than the previous ones. But there are also some important events added as well.
That's all for now, please enjoy.
Beta by T. Alana M.
"Hello, Fujimura residence," Taiga's voice came out from the phone.
"Hello, Fuji-nee. It's me, Shirou. How are you?" asked Shirou. He stood inside one of the academy's phone booth. Over the last few days, he was too occupied by the duel with Cecilia that he forgot to call Taiga to check on her and his other friends back at Fuyuki. So he ended his morning routine a bit earlier today, came back to his room for a quick shower, then went out to the ph
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