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(On Hold) Witnesses: Dragon (Fanfiction of 'unbrokenworld's 'wildcat')

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My arms pumped faster as I glided across the waves, smoothing out the gentle creases in the surface. The time had come for me to exit the shimmering water. Before I could however, I lay, floating, watching the patterns on the ceiling of the pool. I left, water droplets clinging to my skin and hair where possible. As I reach the women's changing rooms, I grab my bag from the shelf's, pulling out my towel. I start to rub my hair dry, but it sticks out in little messy clumps. After finally taming my wild mane, I dry my body and change into a pair of shorts and a crop top that said 'I speak fluent sarcasm.' As I leave I grab my sports bag and pull out my mirror. I try to check my eyeliner, but I drop the mirror in surprise. I run to the full sized mirror and trail my fingers over my skin in amazement. I've... Changed...All Rights Reserved

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My Poetry Escape by Someone_Invisible15

I may just be a girl. No one special. Nothing compared to others. In the eyes of the universe, I am just a little speck of dust. My light may not shine very bright, and it may not be of any use, but I am me. Writing is my only escape out of this world. I cry rivers of ink and climb mountains of words. I may not write as well as others, but my writing is just a different style. They're my feelings. I really do hope you can connect to some of the work in here. Please, do not copy any of this work without informing me first. Thank you! "My Escape" I have a supply, In the closet near my bed, Of past memories, Hanging by a thread. A thread, Connected to my mind, That thread, Just follows me around. I have a hole, In the middle of my heart, That hole fills up, When someone's torn apart. I have a tear, Accompanying my lonely eye, Knowing, whenever I'm alone, I can sit in a corner and cry. Even though, These things are there, I still have ink, a notebook, and a pen, To care. I write and write, To my heart's desire, New feelings erupt, By the hour. Writing is, My one escape, In this cruel and careless world, I have the power, to awake. "A Story Without Words" A story told, In a little tune, A golden smile, And a shining tear, Rolling down my cheek. A little breeze, The nice sun, A marvelous day, Turned into a wet one. The memories dripped, Down on my cotton white shirt, Leaving stains, On my malicious heart. Your smile, Worth a thousand words, Can't cheer up This depressive mind. A storm bewildered, Your indecisive mind, Drowning me, In my reckless thoughts. A rainy day, A gleaming lie, A story not told, With words Nor sounds. This story is, But a mere thought, In this universe We share, Every night. This story is, A withering storm, Drifting off, In this careless soul. This story is, Not told with sounds, But a never ending blow, Of swirling emotions, Bottled up inside.

A Poet's Secret by ookayooh

Being in love with your best friend isn't the ideal life situation but for Zora, it's her only life situation. Secretly harboring her feelings for her best friend, Sierra, Zora pours her emotions into her journal in the form of poetry. After years of keeping her attraction for her friend at bay and trying to deny her feelings by forcing herself to love a boy who unconditionally loves her, Zora's favorite emotional outlet becomes the cause of her life falling apart as the truth finally comes out. ***** It was happening again. It was dark, sunset, I waited for her to be done with volleyball practice 'because she was my ride'. Somehow we wandered from the gym to the football field and we were sitting at the very top of the bleachers staring at each other. Her dark hair mirrored the direction of the wind, the setting sun being replaced by the brightness of her smile. We were sitting so close I could feel her warmth. It was an unusual situation. Friends don't do this. We held eye contact for a long time before I couldn't take it anymore and just closed my eyes. It wasn't real, she was just my friend. Then, I felt her tuck a strand of my curly hair behind my ear. That with the chill of the night sent shivers down my spine and a swarm of butterflies attacked my stomach. I reopened my eyes. If she didn't want me, why did she look at me that way? I held her hand and I held it for so long because I didn't know if we'd have another moment like this. We talk and laugh and she tells me I'm pretty and I ask her if she'd just noticed that and we laugh again. I realize the feelings I felt in that moment were not just the intense feelings of attraction that I felt every time I was with her. Warmth flooded to my face and if it wasn't for my dark complexion, my blush would be noticeable. I look into her dark-colored eyes and I come to the conclusion that I'm royally fucked and I'm probably also in love.

Only Ocean by loualou19

Meghan Polinsky was excited to see her long distance boyfriend of four years when she took her trip to Brazil. All that hope was squashed as soon as the pilot announced that the plane was about to crash. You know you will die. No one comes out alive from a plane crash right? Not to mention she didn't expect to be stranded on a raft with a undeniably sexy stranger... Throw in a bitter old man, a doe eyed little girl, and a silent little boy, as they try to help one another survive. The endless life changing isolation and trauma they just endured they will never be the same... They need one another as a raft. Not to just float above all the sharks but to make it out alive and keep one another sane. ••• "Lucas's strong hands pulled me up and I sat like a lifeless doll in front of him. He gave me yet another blank stare then turned, once again, to the water as if it was actually entertaining him. I felt frustrated as I huffed loudly to get his attention. He turned to me still with his bone-chilling stare. It was a cold stare but I still found my safety in it oddly enough. I stared at him blankly getting lost, forgetting why I came over here. I sat there as the raft slowly rocked back and forth. "Need anything?" Lucas said seriously. ••• Highest ranking: #1 in raft #1 in surviving #1 in trauma #2 in intense #3 in tearjerker Started: 3-17-19 Finished: 12-30-19 WARNING: MILDLY INAPPROPRIATE LANGUAGE AND THEMES

Silent Heroes: Wildcat by unbrokenworld

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

Phoenix by BlueRainShadows

We must've stood in silence for hours watching the waterfall while holding onto each other as though we'd never see each other again if we let go. That was alright with me. I loved holding her, and this was the perfect moment. I waved my hand in the air in front of her so she could see. The flames left my hand like they were meant to fly away. It was a trail of fire floating in the air floating just above us, but circling around us. She smiled as she watched them. I watched her beautiful smile as her eyes lit up to the beautiful flames. She did a similar movement as I, and waved her hand in the air allowing a trail of water to circle around us with the fire. Neither of us spoke. We didn't need to. It was one of those moments. Not a problem in the world. ------------------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer to Maximum Ride and Her family! But story line is all rights reserved!

(Discontinued) Shattered but not Broken (CreepyPasta oc Story) by Unknownsthename

(Warning this story contains cursing so if you get butt hurt over a little cursing don't read this. K? K.) Aura, a child a little words and even more little hope. What happens when she is hurt beyond repair? like a shattered mirror. A former child model turned monster? read to find out more. (Lol this is the worse description ever) This story is now discontinued, I'm sorry but I'm not going forward with the storyline, I started this a strange place and now I'm better at writing and character development. I will no longer continue this story, I'm sorry.

Malion: Royal Blood by Decoda357

"A short yelp escaped her as she slipped off the edge with a fist full of flowers. I shrieked her name and dove off after her. I grabbed her, hugging her close to me. "What the hell are you doing, Decoda! We're going to die!" She shrieked. "Come on, come on!" I chanted, willing my wings into existance. Fire surrounded me and I opened my wings, appearing almost stationary in mid air only about 20 meters from the water. Before I could move them, a horrid shot of pain ripped through my wing as I fealt it tear. I shrieked and whirled around as my wings deteriorated and hit the water first. A stabbing pain in my back hit me first, then another one in the back of my head, causing my vision to black out."

Why Did This Happened? ( CP X Reader ) Book 1 by halloween_mad

This is the ending of the chapter ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• -I Will ask you some questions, can you answer them? *Nods* -Okay.. Answer this. Remembered?. Answer- I rememberd like- like it was yesterday the war. Fear?. Answer- I saw him die in front of my own eyes... My dreams... Loneliness?. Answer- the cold inside my hearth....I'm empty...*mumbles* Sooo alone... Sadness?. Answer- without them.... Warmness?. Answer- My love for my daughters..... Sally?. Answer- Kind and a beautiful girl.... Jane?. Answer- wanted revenge and love at the same time... Ann?. Answer- A smart kind girl... Sadie?. Answer- A lovely girl... Lazari?. Answer- ...... A shy cute girl.. Ally?. Answer- A jokeful kind hearted. *puts down pen* *looks at her* -Do you want to change you're name? -*nods* lights -Hmmm... Okay you're name will be.... Lights Aka Fear blossom.. *Look through files**Looks at her again* -*sad smile* Come with me.. They will be you're new family.. She said... I'm happy..... To have...... Them.. ------------ ¬_¬ not my fault that it sucks.. Completed at 1/27/17.

My Mate Is My Devil Of A Boss by TheUnknownCatGirl

I walked into The Anderson Corporation of Finances Building smelling a lot of humans but a hint of werewolves. I became scared of the thought of werewolves here and almost turned around. "There is no way we are going to run away just because of a bunch of dogs are here and after all of those late nights studying for this stupid dream job of yours!!!!" Thora said forcing my legs to walk. I took the elevator noticing that the higher I went up the smell of wolves became more noticeable and the more vulnerable I felt. "Hello. Uh-um.. I am Sophia Gonzalez and I am here to be the Secretary for Mr. Anderson," I told the middle aged lady at the front desk. I knew that she knew that I was a were-cat because she was weary of me. She looked at me with pity for a flash second and then called Mr. Anderson to ask him if I could go in. She put the phone down and said,"Miss. Gonzalez you may go in now." I open the door to Mr. Anderson's office and just as it creaked open I sensed the smell of an Alpha wolf. "MATE!!!! FINALLY OUR MATE!!!!." "What the hell are you talking ab---!?" Before I could even say anything else a strong large hand grabbed my arm, spun me around, slammed the door behind me and pushed my arms against the wall. Electricity was unleashed through my entire body and I heard a rough deep but beautiful voice say "MINE.."

The adventures of a princess turned dragon by Flurrystorm4321

I made this when I was younger and decided to release my old work into this to the world. I didn't plan a storyline so this maybe have crazy tone shifts. LOL XD ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ A 18 year old princess who has been sheltered all her life. (Making her naive to the cruelty of the world.) She always wanted to see the world outside of the castle. Though everyone saw her as a weak helpless princess that needs to be protected, and hidden from the cruel world she desperately wants to see with her blue eyes. A witch shows up one late after noon and offers her magic mirror, that can show her the outside world from just looking into it. She only needs to imagine the place she wants to see and will be there. The princess though was being a jerk so the witch cursed the mirror. Making it so that the princess ever looked into it, she will become a fearsome dragon. "The princess will no longer be a princess and she will see the world she desperately wants to see. Her soft skin will turn scaled. Her silk like hair will disappear and be replaced with sharp horns. She will be the monster outside as that she is inside." Whispered the witch.

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My Poetry Escape

I may just be a girl. No one special. Nothing compared to others. In the eyes of the universe, I am just a little speck of dust. My light may not shine very bright, and it may not be of any use, but I am me. Writing is my only escape out of this world. I cry rivers of ink and climb mountains of words. I may not write as well as others, but my writing is just a different style. They're my feelings. I really do hope you can connect to some of the work in here. Please, do not copy any of this work without informing me first. Thank you! "My Escape" I have a supply, In the closet near my bed, Of past memories, Hanging by a thread. A thread, Connected to my mind, That thread, Just follows me around. I have a hole, In the middle of my heart, That hole fills up, When someone's torn apart. I have a tear, Accompanying my lonely eye, Knowing, whenever I'm alone, I can sit in a corner and cry. Even though, These things are there, I still have ink, a notebook, and a pen, To care. I write and write, To my heart's desire, New feelings erupt, By the hour. Writing is, My one escape, In this cruel and careless world, I have the power, to awake. "A Story Without Words" A story told, In a little tune, A golden smile, And a shining tear, Rolling down my cheek. A little breeze, The nice sun, A marvelous day, Turned into a wet one. The memories dripped, Down on my cotton white shirt, Leaving stains, On my malicious heart. Your smile, Worth a thousand words, Can't cheer up This depressive mind. A storm bewildered, Your indecisive mind, Drowning me, In my reckless thoughts. A rainy day, A gleaming lie, A story not told, With words Nor sounds. This story is, But a mere thought, In this universe We share, Every night. This story is, A withering storm, Drifting off, In this careless soul. This story is, Not told with sounds, But a never ending blow, Of swirling emotions, Bottled up inside.