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"Silver wings resting upon the backs of angels, hold to meaning, as to the wings I had on my back, walking side by side with you. Even if it was a dream, I'm awake now, and I want to fly with that person again." - Fate "Stop wishing for lies, you need to stop. Lies are not okay, face reality already, or you will never know true strength!" - Ayleine "You cried for help didn't you? So I came here, To help you! Crying won't help anymore, because your cry has been heard! I'm sorry I didn't remember earlier!" - The Resonance "Petals simply fall to the ground, they die, so what is the use for flowers? They are beautiful. So is life, that's why I need to protect it no matter what!" - The Resonance

Zinnia is going to Skeena Middle School for the first time, and right now, it's not turning out so well as she expected. With Seirra The Popular and Brad the cute, she is cought in a troublesome mess.

>> updated daily << Jinsoo ~~

Just a love story

This is my yet another "already-written" random. I had written this Two months ago... It's short and I suck at putting what I feel in words... however, it's about "you don't need to dress a certain way to be of a particular gender" , clothes, toys, cycles, brushes, footwears, pencils, erasers doesn't have a gender! It's just that few clothes are designed in a certain way according to the shape of people. but that doesn't mean a male/transmale can't wear a dress, or a female/transfem can't wear suits, if you fit in the cloth you like and you can carry it, then just go for it! No need to hear "ew, that's so girllly " Or "you're trying to be a boy" ,what's a boy? is a boy just a gender in the gender spectrum or a boy who dresses a certain way according to your want? That boy can wear a beautiful dress, if he wants and kick it off even better than you. Don't judge people, let them be them. they ain't hurting you by dressing ,they are just being themselves and trying to feel better in their own skin. People with body dysphoria are suffering, a lot, please don't let anyone take your inner peace with their outer violence. Take care, though this writing can't express what I want to say properly but, you know, just be yourself, gender is a social construct, we all know that. You're good for who you are ♥ if someone ever gets in your way just to bring you down about your likes and choices, just hit them with a book in their face. Good luck. ♥

The highway is meant for travel. Not death. That's exactly what happened to them. The hundreds of drivers whose lives ate taken. No one cam explain how, but Route 67 South has never had a death. Until today... <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>

These are the random stories or quotes I see or come up with. I feel the world needs to see them so this is my random book basically.

>> a story where I update every like 1:00 am or something like that.. <<

This is a teaser for something that I hope to be working on as a long term project. Feel free to bug me about working/finishing it so I don't let it go :)

There has been so many changes in my life in the past year. First my parents got divorced, then we had to move from our small neighborhood in Montana to New York City, and I just started 7th grade in a new school.

In a world over run with Aliens that call themselves the Giverest a girl named Siyra fights for her freedom. She silently does small defiant things like taking someone else's whipping. But when her best friend Rye is taken she must choose between a life of hardships or a life of danger that may result in her death. If she chooses the first then she will wither away and die without anyone to remember her. If she chooses the latter she must find the Anevolent, the rebel force underground. YOU EITHER LIVE AND DIE A SLAVE OR LIVE AND DIE A REBEL

James Kenning; a Loomian trainer. The mission to get all Battle Theater's medals isn't his only mission. James is hunting portals. And while he is doing this strange task, an unknown beast lurks in the dark. . . .

[전정국] And part of him wanted to snuff out the candles, pull the curtains and see what would happen if the scars and bruises of two broken teenagers touched.