Dying sucks. Especially when there's nothing you can do about it. --- "We've been over this already you guys!" I shouted. "I don't love anyone. I flirt around, I make friends but I haven't fallen head over heels for some girl." Pidge and Hunk stared at me unconvinced. "So is it some guy then?" Hunk asked. "Hunk! Shut up! And no!" -x- The Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from a one-sided love, where the patient throws up and coughs up flower petals or flowers when they suffer from unrequited love. If the love is not returned, the flowers continue to grow inside the infected lungs until the infected dies. Voltron AU Klance Fanfiction Highest Rankings Given: #1 under Hanahaki Disease #2 under Lance #1 under Shiro (lol this ain't even a Shiro fic) *Updates Every Thursday*

Hanahaki Byou(花吐き病) An illness born from one-sided love. Those affected with Hanahaki Byou or Hanahaki disease vomit and cough up flower petals-sometimes whole flowers depending on the severity of the case. The cause of the coughing up and vomiting of petals is due to the growth of a flower within the infected person's chest. There are only two cures. One is to have the feelings returned-no side effects whatsoever. The other is through surgery-a simple procedure that removes the flower and remaining petals from the chest cavity. When the petals disappear, so do the feelings and memories of the unrequited affection. If not cured or if left alone, the flower will grow and grow until eventually the person affected asphyxiates.

Lance .. he is not safe from the disease , it will tear him apart. When Keith rejects his love , he is hidden away till the Hanahaki disease begins to infect him and cause havoc in his daily paladin life.

Poetry and small works, dedicated to OMGCP. Featuring, but not limited to: poetry, fanart, headcanons, AUs, and drabbles.

Ed has to put himself back together after being tortured for months on end by Envy, but how can he fix himself when he's still being broken by other hands? (Set after Brotherhood) AU where Envy never died) Abusive!Mustang, Parental!Riza PTSD!Ed

Lana Crescent is a 15 year old girl who can be easily paranoid. When a group of 16 year olds dare her to take a "trip" to a place of their choice, she agrees; trying to prove her courage. Boy, was she in for a surprise. This story won't end well for young Lana... Or will the plot change before the "end?" Hey guys! This is my first original story. I got the idea when my 8 year old sister asked for me to tell her a scary story before bed. I hope you guys enjoy. Stay Cool Dudes! And on to the book. Cover by: @AlanaSweetNeko

From the moment I had laid my hands across the cold keys of a piano, I knew that something was different. I'm not sure just what tipped me off. Maybe it was the instant pull I felt towards it. It possibly could have been the elegant way that the instrument stood upon the hardwood floors of my family's graceful mansion. Or perhaps it was the "shadow man" who sat beside me while I played, creating a duet out of every piece that I performed. Perhaps. One thing is for certain, though. That shadow man was no ordinary shadow man. He was black and white, light and dark, the beginning and the end, life and death... And he... ...Was the reason why I am alive. ♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪ The Pianist by Rosie Fyre is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License. Based on a work at Wattpad.com. This story is the book I am writing for the "30-Day Writing Challenge" for Wattpad! If you want to do this challenge yourself, go to http://t.co/N0GWqY5Rdc and have fun!

Known all over the lands for his infamous piracy, and vast riches, he and his crew venture into the deep ends of the ocean with high hopes, and heavy burdens. "Heave 'er up!" the raspy voice shouted, a single gold tooth flashing among the crew mates pearly whites. The pulley strained at the sudden weight, slowly wheeling in their 'catch'. What caught their eyes was the bright scales shimmering from the male's torso to the thin fins that would usually be their feet. "It's not a lass, but a wee lad!" one shouted, resting his good eye on the shivering boy that was caught in the loose tangles of the fishermen's net. "And a siren, at that!" a younger voice added, his voice seeming to alert the ones above deck. Golden heels clicking against the wooden planks, a man of extreme pride and glistening figure had made eye contact with the mythical creature for the first time. A charming grin was all it took for the siren to jump. His hair stood up like the pines on a tree, his hands quivering as he tried to get out of the net. He had made a big mistake, he should not have entered the deep end.

Shit is when your but hurts so you go to the washroom and then something brown comes out of your ass and maybe more will come out so that comes out and when your done you wipe with 3 square of tisho paper now I don't wipe because my mom does and that's how you shit but you just have to learn to wash your hands. THE END!

This fan fic will be about the YouTube's amazingphil and danisnotonfire.