Closed DoorsLeave me aloneClosed Doors by St-Rhye
Let me lose
Myself in the ocean
Where I will be
Let me stay
Away from the clock
Of our days.
Of the reality
Waiting for me
With a knife.
I don’t want
To leave behind
The best years
Of my life.
What I like
Fades it out.
Soon will be
Dust these words
In your memory.
TiredXTiredXTiredX by DraganTheMighty
Prince Means Frog
Queens Were Not Princesses
Robots Rule Inside Us
Freedom Needs Freedom
Reality Is Not Safe
Asylum Is Safe
Breathing Is Free
Air Is Not Free
Guests Are Expected
Life Is UnExpected
Poison Is Lazy
Blood Is Hot
Death Is Cold
Steel Needs Fire And Ice
Steel Is Weird
Weird Is Not Always Art
Poetry Is Not Art
Poetry Is More Than Art
Art Should Not Answer
Answers Need Questions
Questions Need Answers
Ask The Translator
Clothes, Or Why We Should All Be NudistsClothes, Or Why We Should All Be Nudists by shadowsmokeandfire
If you looked through my closet, you would notice that my wardrobe consists almost entirely of black running pants, black athletic shorts, and black T-shirts. You may find the occasional white button-up hidden among my paint-splattered shirts from middle school and graphic tees, but the few nice shirts I own have problems of their own, often being too large or stained. I realize my closet is abysmal, especially for a teenage girl. My closet should overflow with denim shorts and vintage T-shirts, not the dreary athletic wear that inhabits most of it. I have tried to even out the ratio of dresses to sweatpants in my wardrobe, or at least introduce a color other than black, but my utilitarianism usually wins at the checkout counter. Black matches with everything and works for most occasions. Besides, I never leave the house unless I am going to school or Church, exercising, or buying groceries, so I see no purpose for a flowery crop-top or ripped jeans. There is no reason for me to buy cl
Livin' Young and Wild and FreeLivin' Young and Wild and Free by shadowsmokeandfire
There is nothing particularly remarkable about my backpack. It is a black, inconspicuous hiking backpack, sturdy and stout. I bought it on sale, and in it, I carry my phone, petroleum jelly, my school ID, a three-hole punch, my reusable water bottle, the keys to my house, and the entire contents of my locker. The only personality my backpack has comes from a hand-made lanyard hanging off of one of the zippers, and even that serves a practical purpose, standing in for the zipper pull I lost sophomore year. Thankfully, I only have to endure one more year with my falling-apart book bag before I head off to college and no longer have to lug my books from class to class.
Getting rid of my backpack will be a cathartic experience for me. Most of the memories I have made with it were unpleasant (crying about my inability to understand physics, crying while everyone else goes to Homecoming, crying for the sake of it), so I look forward to the day when I can pitch those memories and my backpack
LonelinessI feel it in every single fibre of my being.Loneliness by NicoleMeAtParamore
Sometimes you feel lonely, everybody gets like that once in a while I, however, seem to feel this absolute crippling loneliness that makes my body feel like it isn’t a human body at all. It starts with a thought of “oh, you’re spending another night alone, what’s new there?” and then it spreads. Your fingers feel numb and your toes heavy. You’re so suddenly aware of every single spot of skin that covers your bones, they burn with a strange fire. You can feel your joints move and grind together in the silence. You can hear your brain whirring away trying to think of a way to bring an end to the fear. But it’s silent. All this noise and it’s silent. You try and stop the crushing feeling of non-existent sound by playing music or watching youtube videos but then a chant begins…
All of a sudden the back of your mind becomes the only thing you can hear and
Want.I want to cuddle with you under blankets while rain falls and music plays in the background. I want to feel you fingers graze over my skin like they did that one time while Spiderman saved the world and got the girl behind us. My skin still burns with the patterns you traced. You’re a fucking curse in my head and all I want to do is have you hold me. I want to kiss you and I want you to want to kiss me. I want to spend time with you and I want you to want to spend time with me. I want to go out to clubs and dance like we did the first time. I want to drink too much and lose ourselves like the night we first met (except that night I lost you in the crowd and had to wait until i was sober enough to drive myself home because I didn’t know the way to walk). I want to hear you sing like it’s the first time I ever have. I was too drunk to remember the first time. I just want you.Want. by NicoleMeAtParamore
But, I also need you, for all the above reasons and more. I need you because I have not felt hu
Hottie 4: Even Better Sequel, Ch. 98Hottie 4: Even Better Sequel, Ch. 98 by Alaxr274
The Dog and The Duck from Duck Hunt have recently joined the Department of Hotness.
Dr. Eggman has recently absorbed the power of the Master Emerald, thus transforming him into a deity (similar to the Robotnik Reigns Supreme arc from Sonic the Comic). With his new, awesome power, Dr. Eggman transformed the AoStH Zone into a new timeline, where he was overall ruler of the universe and Sonic had never existed, it's a good thing Sonic wasn't in his home universe at the time. And if that weren't enough, Dr. Eggman uses his power to brainwash and recruit Mephiles the Dark and Iblis as his new co-2nd-in-commands, outranking Metal Sonic himself. Also, Dr. Eggman uses his power to alter his his appearance to that of his classic AoStH Robotnik form (but with his Sonic Adventure attire) for nostalgia purposes. While Dr. Eggman is currently readying the launch of the Egg Fleet (this version of the Egg Fleet can hop from one dimension to the next) to conquer the rest of the Omn
The Heir of the CurseThe Heir of the Curse by Izzyhime
June 23, 2014
The Heir of the Curse
It was early morning when Kitt finally decided to open her eyes. Blinking her eyes rapidly to adjust to the bright sunlight, she began to feel her body ache from exhaustion. Two days had passed as she stayed in the Healer’s room, the room she was almost more familiar with than her own bedroom. She noticed the girls were nowhere in sight, but spotted a mug of chamomile tea and a pile of purple grapes on a tray beside her. Kitt slipped a few grapes into her mouth, and took in the moment of silence. She cradled the two tiny bodies closer to her, marveling at sight. Twins. They were snuggled and latched firmly onto her small chest, one girl and one boy. She distributed a quick kiss on both of their foreheads, marveling while in the moment.
She remembered the
Void: Vol.1 Ch.42Void: Vol. I Ch. XLIIVoid: Vol.1 Ch.42 by darkone4587
Back in the present inside the detention center the trio stand about stunned by Adelina's story.
"Adelina." Selas says to Adelina tenderly.
"Don't you dare take pity on me!" Adelina says seriously. "I won't let you take pity on me."
"So one attempt failed, why can't we try again?" The prisoner asks curiously.
"Are you serious?" Adelina asks stunned. "We did everything right, we had plenty of Vanguards and we were still overrun with everyone being killed."
"If everyone were Vanguards or had the weapons then there'd be a better chance." The prisoner yells out seriously.
Void: Vol.1 Ch.41Void: Vol. I Ch. XLIVoid: Vol.1 Ch.41 by darkone4587
As the sun rises an odd figure in a dark cloak approaches the village before stopping just outside the village.
"Hello there mister Merchant." Adelina's father says walking up to the figure.
"Hello sir, what're you buying?" The Merchant asks curiously.
"I'd like the material I requested of you." Adelina's father says happily.
As he says the Merchant opens up its cloak before extending a skeletal hand giving him a small sized purple rock.
"Here is your order sir." The Merchant says happily.
"And here is your payment." The man says handing a sack to the Merchant.
Taking the sack the Merchant s
Why'd you pick that one and not the other one? There weren’t many places open past midnight, but chances were you had to have a form of identification to get in. The case was the same in Zephyr and Gale’s situation.Why'd you pick that one and not the other one? by Chococcino
A couple of months had passed since Zephyr’s induction into college, and there was something Gale wanted to do, well, something he wanted to get, to celebrate.
But no matter how many times Zephyr asked he wouldn’t tell.
“There’s no rush,” he’d always say, as if saying so would deter Zephyr’s intense amount of persistence. He’d wave it off, as if it was nothing.
Zephyr raised a skeptical eyebrow as Gale turned the wheel into the parking lot of their destination.
But that was before he could see the sign. His face immediately colored several shades of pink. “H-here? What could we possi
DesiresI want to beDesires by St-Rhye
The poem you love
Your gorgeous eyes.
I want to be
A star in the sky
To give you light
In the darkest time.
I want to be
Who your fantasy
I want to be
The heart that feels
Your endless hug.
The sweet wind
I want to be
To touch your cheeks
I want to be
When our souls
Will sleep together.
Will be your pillow
During the whole night
I will kiss you.
Cold Hands, Warm HeartYou spent the day telling meCold Hands, Warm Heart by LordSpottedshadow
That I'm hot when I'm cold,
That I look pretty with my hair wet,
That I'm fast in water,
That I'm your little fishy,
As I sped through the river's current.
You cuddled me, hugged me,
I'm finally sure you love me,
And yet I manage to push you away.
You know my hands are freezing cold,
Did I warn you that my heart's the same?
Cold hands, warm heart, I've been told,
I guess for me, it's not the same.
I didn't believe in angels until I met you,
I know you're one.
But not the kind with wings or halos.
Your aura is woven with beams from the sun,
Yet I'm a dark creature, dwelling in shadows.
I'm sorry I got mad at you for a stupid little thing,
And I know my words sting.
I know my hands are freezing, and my heart's the same.
But I love you with a passion, and in my heart is a flame.
Mixed SignalsI walk through chasms in my mind,Mixed Signals by LordSpottedshadow
Over words I can't relate,
It seems one minute you're so kind,
But the next is full of hate.
You've bragged about me to all your freinds,
You act as if I'm you're treasure,
Is this a charade, has your love met its end?
Does my company still bring you pleasure?
I heard you've said you need some space,
But our time has only started,
Is this a truth I'm afraid to face?
Would it be better if we parted?
Perhaps it's something I must've missed,
Because I'm not sure I deserve this.
I'm a black wolf, wandering in a garden of mist,
Howling at a moon I'm not sure exists.
CellularI etched colour into our cultured limbs,Cellular by Raven-of-Prophecy
Informing you to start the clock and
Mind your white-gloved fingers.
A three-ringed show. Blue bodies
Antagonise colleagues of grotesque growths
Embedded in thick jelly, conjuring litmus sorcery.
You squeeze out solution plops with your glass dropper,
As I prepare knives, noting their movements and
Trapeze ease. Clean releases. So to
Lines of tangled tissue suspended in
Lithe agar, quivering like tightropes,
Tense beneath our lenses. Fine scalpels
Prod the odd formation, prising flesh gels
Apart and mutilating our carefully calculated charts.
Microscopic melodrama. Subject of spectacle.
Stop the clock.
We scrutinise the molarity of all the imbibed chemicals,
Audit the apparatus and
Corroborate the papers. Were there
Defects in the method?
A congenitally flawed hypothesis?
Did my bloody hand tremble too much,
Did I lose my concentration?
Frustrated, I cleave the faulty specimens
to fractious slivers, and ask
If we can start the entire thin
Loving In Despair Loving In Despair  by Kagami-Rio
"I suppose I should go back inside the house now." Taking one last glance at the moon, Mia stood up. She was about to look behind her to take a look at the guards corpse, but stopped herself in the motion. 'I promised Ryuu I wouldn't looked at his body.'
Remembering his words, Mia took her hand up to the necklace and grasped it. Then she walked back inside the mansion, making her way back to her room. But when she arrived at her room door and was about to turn the knob, she was stopped by an intense presence. Her heart skipped a beat at the possibility of who it could be.
Mia whipped her head around and came face to face with her father. The current king of Mutsutori, king Hayato. He is the strongest and the most respectable King of Mutsutori. He's known for his very kind personality, but can become strict when it comes to his family's and his people's protection.
"F-Father, what are you doing up so late? S-shouldn't you be in bed?" Mia was fiddling with her hands whi
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
Hybrid 3, Chapter 10: Hope ComesChapter 10:Hybrid 3, Chapter 10: Hope Comes by Bclement117
Alexander’s men and David’s Casters left the city as they headed up the mountains. Alexander guided David to the mountain where the relay was. They rode on the carriages and looked out as they were hovering through the meadow of giant sunflowers. These kinds of flowers must have grown after Alexander’s men went down the valley the first time. They followed the river that went up the valley.
Aoife, Howie, and Yuya checked and loaded their weapons on top of their carriage. Alpha hovered next to Alexander as he sat next to David at the lead carriage. The Casters kept their eyes peeled in case any outsider could attack at any minute. They were able to enter the forest of the slope of the mountain. David looked up the sky to see how much time they had before two days were up.
“Ok, it took us five hours to get to this mountain,” said David.
“How did you know that?” Alexand
Legacy Ch 16 [APH Mexico Fanfiction]Legacy Ch 16 [APH Mexico Fanfiction] by sailorgreywolf
America growled protectively again "That's just unfair, he just can't take advantage of your weakness like that". Mexico took another long pull from the cigarette in his hand, which was getting short again before saying "You shouldn't get mad every time I describe Spain doing that. That was not even close to the last time he did it. And before you ask, I never slept with him, despite what Texas has probably told you". America shrugged slightly "He did hint at something like that when he found out that we were dating". Mexico scoffed "I bet this isn't the first time you have heard the story about me and Spain making out, is it?" America shook his head slightly "You're right, Texas has already told me. He's told me a half a dozen times. I wanted to hear your side though".
Mexico suddenly switched to the offensive "Would it bother you if I had slept with Antonio?" America looked caught off guard "It would be…hard for me to accept. I might feel the need to confront him or something"
Creepypasta: The Serpent and the Myth - Part 2Creepypasta: The Serpent and the MythCreepypasta: The Serpent and the Myth - Part 2 by ShackleSoul
“Be rational. This isn’t the way you handle your problems, my daughter” the Slenderman said as he nevertheless struggled to remove her razored claws.
“Evidently it is, actually” she leered as she kicked at the back of his shin out of spite.
Berserk Nightmare Ally wrenched the Slenderman’s arm into a chokehold with her free hand, and being in such close proximity to another Slenderbeing meant he couldn’t simply teleport away. He wondered for a moment why she could be trying to immobilize him. The Slenderman’s answer was provided moments later when the shadows in front of the wrestling duo coalesced into a shaft of jagged darkness. The Slenderman had a plan, though. He briefly paused struggling as Berserk Ally lined up her shot, only to throw her over his shoulder when the supernatural javelin launched through the air towards him.
“You’ll have to try way, way harder than that to get t
Creepypasta: The Serpent and the Myth - Part 1Creepypasta: The Serpent and the MythCreepypasta: The Serpent and the Myth - Part 1 by ShackleSoul
The serpent was uncoiling.
She had been sated now and again, each time in blood and blood only. The serpent was itself a monster within a monster. And her rage had until now been largely impotent, being contained from the world as a whole by a twofold cage.
And still, the serpent was uncoiling, always seething, straining to breach the walls of her prison.
“Daddy…” a bleary-eyed Ally mumbled as she half-stepped, half-fell out of bed.
She had spoken more out of reflex than anything else, since it would be odd if her adoptive father of sorts was standing over her bed at this hour of the night. And indeed, he wasn’t. Grabbing a candle from her nightstand and one of her favourite voodoo dolls from beside her pillow, she began wandering the halls of the abandoned asylum. Ally checked several rooms before she realized that she had been searching through High Voltage’s usual haunts, not the Slenderman’s. Sleep cou
Women's Handbag FADE IN:Women's Handbag by xxdraxx
EXT. PARK - EVENING
JOSH (20s, clean) and ELENA (20s, petite) are on a stroll.
They're laughing & talking.
Josh starts sneezing profusely.
Wait. Let me get you a Kleenex.
Elena reaches into her handbag and takes out a single tissue.
Josh blows into it. Hard.
Funny Fat People(Respit sits at the news desk and talks into the camera)Funny Fat People by BloodyMess-VaoT
Hey there and welcome to Respit explains the world!
Today I want to tell you why it's toxic when fat people pretend to be, or actually are, genuinely retarded and go on like that in order to gain popularity from it.
You see, if someone who is fat makes a video or a TV appearance in which he/she acts retarded or "crazy" most people don't give a fuck and watch something else or they haven't watched the crap in the first place, because they have better things to do with their life.
But then you have all these retarded people, who think it's real. They have to spread this stuff all over the internet and talk about it and cause it to get more popular.
You can roughly divide them into two categories.
The "mean" ones. They think it is super funny and ridiculous, how this retarded fat girl makes an idiot out of herself. Then they have to show it all their friends. As implied before, most of these people have no life so they have to make
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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