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Opinion by Ichigo127 posted 8 days ago
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I wrote it once when i was down in the dumps =) Writing helps....so if you're sad, Write....it's an easy way to let it all out =D
so, Here goes:
Facades. That’s something everyone has. Some may appear to be tough and cool, others will be cute and delicate but in reality, they’re all same. Pretending to be someone else, someone they’re not but someone they want to be. They’ll pretend to be living, but inside, they’re dead, full of shattered feelings.
Even the smallest acts in this life forces our facades upon us. Someone higher up will insult us and we’ll appear to be sorry and say the best reply when inside all we want to do is cry out and punch that person, or even a wall, just to vent out…but we’ll have to clench our fists, count to ten and bow down.
In the end, this world is a masquerade ball. We all wear our masks and don’t let anyone see who we are. Unless someone tries to take off that mask, we’re all stuck pretending. And this world becomes a pretend game. A game in which we’re all happy, living and mannered.
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Fan fiction by Ichigo127 posted 8 days ago
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An Amuto one-shot
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‘You know, Amu…,’ he was sitting there again, on the ledge of the window, staring wistfully outside. ‘All of them think you’re gone. But I know better. You are alive, I know it. Somewhere out there, you’re thinking about me too, aren’t you?’
He was talking again, talking to the moon. ‘You’ll never admit it but you have already fallen for me,’ he smirked at the moon. No, not the moon. It was Amu’s blushing face that he saw and it was her voice that he heard, ‘Shut up!’ he didn’t know it was the echo of his memories because he thought of it so often. All of the times he spent with her. All of his memories with her. And he wanted more.
‘When are you coming back, Amu? I miss you so much,’ he saw her flushed face and heard her voice, ‘Pervert!’ ‘If you don’t come back soon, I’ll come to get you and then, I won’t ever let you leave…’
Where was she? Where was Amu? In front of him, yet never there. But……he knew she would be back. She couldn’t spend a minute without tripping and who would save her every time she fell? Him, of course. He had always been there...
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Opinion by ITF posted 9 days ago
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A shadowy figure silently brushed the silken curtains aside as she slipped through the open window and stepped into the dark chamber. Passing a small table and a bed, the fox quickly headed towards a cabinet that stood against the far wall.
Beaded necklaces hung above a oval mirror that was set in the center. Her eyes rested on a miniature strongbox half hidden behind the mirror.
Paying no heed to the deafening clatter coming from the oblivious guest downstairs, she skillfully picked the tiny lock and raised the lid. It was hard to tell what was what in the darkness, so she emptied it into a sack, before replacing the strongbox on top of the cabinet.
Suddenly, the door burst open and two mice entered, dressed in servants’ clothing.
Lexi crouched in the shadows, pulling the hood of her blue mottled cloak over her head with one hand, the other resting on the hilt of her dagger.
The light from the mice’s lanterns cast a soft glow about the room as they sat at the table, chattering in lively tones. The minutes slipped away, but they appeared to be in no hurry to leave. Lexi felt herself growing stiff and shifted slightly. And still the mice...
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