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^ Agrees! ^__^ ------- Spring comes and rejoice was sung. The little one opened his eyes while the day's still young. The sun was early and it was still cold, The little one and his grandma watches the miracles unfold. The birds begin to sing, the fields give the smell of spring, Oh what joy and happiness the cooling breeze bring~ But bliss is nothing but a moment of happiness For a storm always follows after a state of calmness. Suddenly, roars of intruders echoed the fields of green The little one was afraid, it was not like anything he had seen. They trampled the earth and filled the air with fear Grandma comforted the little one saying, "I'm here... I'm here..." But the monsters were getting closer and closer, and so close before they even realize. The little one then saw the four wheeled monster with a claw so large in size. The sky turned grey and the atmosphere was intense... As four men came down with huge jagged stuff on their hands. Grandma couldn't move and the little one too... And the men came closer and closer, oh what shall they do? The sounds of screeching rang through the air. They were hurting grandma and they didn't care! The little one was crying and watched helplessly But what could he do? For he was only a seedling and grandma a tree. The last few moments before grandma collapsed, she took a final breath. And told the young one she loves him dearly, before her death. The roar of thunder is now loud and clear. The little one's cries, now no one can hear. He tries to reach out to his grandma and stop them from bringing her away. But they couldn't hear anything he had to say. The rain fell hard, as though the sky was crying. But this time, he had no grandma to shield him. The hopes turned to despair, happiness to sorrow. What the future holds, the little one doesn't know. But he knows his grandma loves him, and wants him to grow. So even if it hurts so much, he'll still look forward to tomorrow... ------------- Gosh... This turned into a poem... *sigh* Sorry about that... I was suddenly... ahhh nevermind... >__< Just...hope someone likes it >__< (Not exactly a poem person)

As I walk along, I see the sun rise And I can't help wondering If there couldn't be more to everything Ignoring small things to tolerate Mouth opened at the front Yeah just go back to searching And whilst we ignore all the small things~ @e don't overlook the important I can't believe in the impossible, But I've come to realize maybe it isn't all that impossible. So I'd fold 1000 stars just to see if it'd come true... Why are the stars just out of reach? Why does it seem that I can't find what I seek? I keep wishing, waiting, hoping, Dreaming about that person I think about everyday. When will my wish come true? I keep wondering if there could possibly be a fairytale for this story. If I fold a thousand paper cranes Will my wish be granted? If I cry a liter of tears Will I get what I've always wanted? Even if I wished on a shooting star, In my heart I'd know it still wouldn't come true So all I can do is watch from the sides, Betting my happiness on my last piece of hope But how can one hope when everything's crushed? How can one live when the path forward is dark? How can one smile when all I can hear are My tears hitting the ground? Can anyone help me? This world is just A lonely, desperate place Full of sadness and despair Does anyone even care? Does anyone know Does anyone care Does anyone know that I'm still here Does anyone know what I'm tryin' to do Can anyone help me make my wish come true......oh-oh-oohhh Wishing on a broken star Tryna' heal a broken heart Is there anyone out there Who can relate to how I feel? Swallowed up by my own misery The teardrops like a endless shower of rain I can only feel pain And the light that i loved so much left me to die Like a broken up part of a broken up kinda life Where do I head after this? I feel so lost in this abyss I can't seem to find anything at all. What used to shed light Has burned out during the night And now all I can feel Is the pounding of my heartbeat And the wetness on my cheek... I might be able to fly. If I spread my wings and tried But they're oh so rusty and weak And my future seems so bleak And that bit of hope I used have has ran away with the wind So now I'm lonely again....... And dying of my broken heart My soul is withered by this manifestation, This manifestation of nightmares and despair, I feel my whole body burning into ashes, That even a Phoenix bird couldn't repair. They say broken hearts heal But what if that's just on the surface? What if my soul has shattered on the ground? They say every single cloud has a silver lining But what if All I see is gray? So where do I go now? How should I head out? Someone please make a decision 'Cause I've had enough of doing it all Its like a wildfire spreading through me Consuming my every thought Telling me that i will never find light And the sunrise with its beautiful pink Its mocking with its beauty i think And the sunrise with its glorious red Is telling me that i'll always stay dead. Like I'm lost or dead Life will always be sooo sad No wonder that I feel outa place, Everyone can go through this maze, This crazy,beautiful,wonderful, Irrational, illogical, invincible unrealistic, unreal, unimaginable~ Uncalled for, unknown of, incurable, unfathomable The paradise in your mind has no me, How shall I keep living? How will I survive? When you made me run away with tears in my eyes? How will I live? When I came back, you had nothing to say or to give Except advice You told me that life was just a tale to tell And not live.... Scenes of my life flashed before my eyes And I realized that all I did was cry Now my eyes are too blurred to see The truth that lies plain before me Sometimes! All you need is just a helping hand Ohhhhh yeah, sometimes! When your running through that broken land, yooouuu seee the light, but only sometimes....mmmmm....ohhh... Ohhh...yeah! Keep up the fight! Keep up the fight! Ohhhh yeah! When everything's alright! We party into the night! Then we have some serious fun! And before we know it, we're on the run! Ohhhh yeah! Let's run away, yeah! Run away, run away, run away! Let's have fun, yeah! Have fun, have fun, have fun!

A man lived on the seventh floor of an apartment building and was lonely. One day, he noticed the figure of a woman dancing in a swaying motion in an apartment across from his building. The curtain was drawn, so he could see only her silhouette. Every day he looked out his window, he would see her dancing. Finally, the lonely man fell in love with the dancing woman and decided to pay her a visit. He bought a bouquet of fresh flowers and went to her building, climbing the steps to her floor. He knocked on the door but no one answered. He knocked again; still no answer. He could have sworn he had just seen her dancing in the window. Worried that something had happened to her, he kicked the door open. He was heart broken by what he saw. The woman was hanging from the ceiling in front of the window, her body swaying from side to side as if she was dancing. _____________________________________________________________________ A young girl is left home alone with only her dog to protect her. When night approaches, she locks all the doors and tries to do the same with all the windows, but one won't lock. She decides to leave it unlocked and goes to sleep. Her dog takes its customary place under her bed. In the deep of night she awakens to a dripping sound coming from the bathroom. The girl is too scared to go check so she reaches her hand under the bed. She feels a reassuring lick from her dog and falls back to sleep. She reawakens to the dripping sound, reaches her hand down to the dog, where she feels the reassuring lick, and falls back to sleep. Once more she awakens to the dripping sound. She reaches her hand down and feels the lick of her dog. Now curious about the dripping sound, she gets up and slowly walks towards the bathroom, the dripping sound getting louder as she approaches. She reaches the bathroom and turns on the light. She is greeted by a horrific sight; hanging from the shower nozzle is her dog with his throat cut wide open and its blood dripping into the bathtub. Something on the bathroom mirror catches her eye she turns around. Written on the bathroom mirror, in her dog's blood, are the words "HUMANS CAN LICK TOO." _____________________________________________________________________ A recent study by the National Psychiatric Institute in Boston, Massachusetts, concluded that no activity can account for the phenomenon known as nightmares. Whereas many dreams come from unconscious desires, most nightmares seem to come from an outside source independent of the individual. In fact, when subjects are asked to recall nightmares they are almost always found in the same memory section as actual physical memories, not the section where normal dreams are replayed. So, in other words, those aliens and creatures you see at night in your "dreams"? They're real. _____________________________________________________________________ In America, there was a mass murder. Policemen went to investigate. Trying not to tread on the bodies, the police took pictures of each one. One policeman saw something on the opposite wall but he couldn't read it. He walks over to it and sees the numbers *7734” in calculator form, written in blood. When taking pictures of this he turned his camera upside-down and told an approaching police officer. When he pointed with the hand that the camera was in, he accidentally took a picture of the upside-down numbers. The policeman was about to delete the picture when he realized something. The numbers were now a word. The word was “hELL.” _____________________________________________________________________ In the winter of 1944, with overtaxed supply lines in the Ardennes, a medic in the German army had completely run out of plasma, bandages and antiseptic. During one particularly bad round of mortar fire, his encampment was a bloodbath. Those who survived claimed to have heard, above the screams and barked commands of their Lieutenant, someone cackling with almost girlish glee. The medic had made his rounds during the fire, in almost complete darkness as he had so many times before, but never had he been this short on supplies. No matter. He would do his duty. He had always prided himself on his resourcefulness. The bombardment moved to other ends of the line, and most men dropped off to sleep in the dark, still hours of the morning - New Year's Day, 1945. The men awoke at first light with screams. They discovered that their bandages were not typical bandages at all, but hunks and strips of human flesh. Several men had been given fresh blood transfusions, yet there had been no blood supplies available. Each treated man was almost completely covered, head-to-toe, with the maroon stain of blood. The medic was found, sitting on an ammunition tin, staring off into space. When one man approached him, and tapped him on the shoulder, his tunic fell off to reveal that large patches of his skin, muscle, and sinew had been stripped from his torso and his body was almost completely dried of blood. In one hand was a scalpel, and in the other, a blood transfusion vial. None of the men treated for wounds that night, in that camp, saw the end of January 1945. _____________________________________________________________________ Look behind you. What do you see? Invariably, there will be a wall somewhere in your view. Now stare deeply into the space on the wall that lines up best with your eyes. Nothing will happen, but make sure you are clear on where this particular spot is. That spot contains all the negativity in your mind. Whenever you are on your computer, reading scary stories or whatever you do, sometimes you will get spooked. What do you do when this happens? You check behind you, that's what you do. As you read this now, a feeling of dread will come over you. Check the spot. Nothing again, huh? That's because right now, all the evil is locked safely in your mind. Some people, upon learning of this "negative spot" resolve to remove the spot in an attempt to remove the negative energy. This is a grave mistake. You must never let harm come to this spot. If you do, you will have released the energy. Now when you sit at your computer at night, you will feel chills even in the summer time. The feeling of dread that only presented itself when you were genuinely scared will now hang in the air constantly. Within a week you and your loved ones will have a string of bad luck. Within a month your computer will begin to act erratic and eventually break down. On the anniversary of the spot's destruction, you will dream of your most horrible fears. The dream will seem to go on forever, and when you wake up you will notice your vision has darkened. Every year on the same day, the dream will repeat itself, and your vision will grow darker and darker. After you go totally blind, don't ever turn your back on that wall again. That is, if you can still tell where it is. _____________________________________________________________________ A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that, on the way to his room, there was a door with no number which was locked, no one was allowed in there, and it was VERY important that no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So, he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed. The next night, his curiosity about the room with no number on the door would not leave him alone. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough, it was locked. He bent down, and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was pale as snow. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided against it. This choice saved his life. He crept away from the door, and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red. At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and asked, "Did you look through the keyhole?" The man nodded. "Well, I might as well tell you," she said. "A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it to this day. She was rather unusual. Very, very pale, and her right eye was pure red...” _____________________________________________________________________ A few years ago, there was a hunter named Dustin. He was travelling through some dense forests in northern Washington. It was getting dark, and having lost his bearings, he decided to head in one direction until he was clear of the increasingly oppressive foliage. After what seemed like hours, he came across a cabin in a small clearing. Realizing how dark it had grown, he decided to see if he could stay there for the night. He approached, and found the door ajar. Nobody was inside. The hunter flopped down on the single bed, deciding to explain himself to the owner in the morning. While he was laying in bed, he couldn't sleep because of the numerous portraits around the room. They were all incredibly detailed and almost all had scathing expressions. Without exception, they appeared to be staring down at him, their features twisted into looks of utmost hatred and malice. The next morning, Dustin awoke, blinking in unexpected sunlight. Curious, he turned to look at the portraits in the light, but he found that there were no portraits; just windows... _____________________________________________________________________ There was a man who just got a new apartment, with a nice bedroom. This bedroom was completely ordinary, except for one thing; the shelf. This shelf did not look strange, no, no, no. There was something else about it, items had a tendency to just, appear, on it For instance; one day he dropped his toothbrush in the toilet, the next night he found a new one on that shelf. Another day he misplaced his car keys, the next day he found them on that shelf, on Valentine's Day he found a bouquet of flowers. As weeks passed, so did the value of the items. Once, he even found a solid gold watch! One day he got up and could barely contain himself, he was so anxious to see what was on this magnificent shelf. All he could find was a note, it said “Now it's your turn.” _____________________________________________________________________ In rural southern Illinois, a toy company began selling “realistic” baby dolls to expectant mothers. But apparently, after the mother had her child, the toy baby would start crying. After a while, the "rocking motion" advertised to calm it down wouldn't work, and you couldn't get it to stop without shaking it. Eventually, when it started crying, the parent would have to beat it, and the beatings and thrashings would have to get harder and harder to get it to be quiet. The only thing that seemed to shut the baby doll up permanently was to bash its head against the wall to destroy whatever mechanism triggered the crying. On more than one occasion though, neighbors called the authorities to report child abuse, and when the police arrived they found the bloody remains of infants smeared across the walls and the floor. In most cases the mother couldn't understand why the police were there, she just “got rid of the stupid doll” as she rocked a baby-shaped bundle in her arms. _____________________________________________________________________ In France, a young ambient musician by the name of Charles undertook an interesting new project. He was going to record the sound of himself sleeping, and release it under the name “La Nuit” (The Night). Charles lived alone in a rural area, which would remove things like car alarms, traffic, and such from being recorded. He planned his project for many months, acquiring the sensitive equipment to capture all outside noises as well as his own during sleep. Finally, on the 27th of September, he decided to execute his plan. He set up all his equipment, and fell asleep at midnight. The next day Charles reviewed the recording. For the first hour, the recording played his own tossings and turnings as well as some distant dog barks and a few car alarms (So much for his plan to distance himself from cars). These continued throughout the 2nd hour as well, until Charles heard something that horrified him. For at exactly 3 hours and 24 minutes in, the recording played the sound of his bedroom door opening.

Click the spoiler button for links to older episodes. 3/15/13: Episode 32. On the premiere episode of 2013, special guest Melkior fills-in kinda last minute for Chekhov and does a fantastic job for being a first-time guest. Everyone explains what they did during the Winter, and Southpaw reads her resume on the air. We call Gosho Aoyama out on various issues, including how inexcusably long the Bourbon arc was, as well as how much of a poor romance writer he is. But the entire thing isn't anti-Gosho!! We swear!! Melkior talks about her fandom history, as well as running an Ask Gin and Vodka RP blog on Tumblr, and we all get into an interesting discussion about Gin and Sherry's relationship (and even a discussion about the APTX). Also, Southpaw has Tokumei Sentai GoBusters feels and Skyechan discusses the latest with her rewatch. She's in the 500's, so... yeah, feel sorry for her. We also talk *a lot* about pairings, so if you're a shipping fan, this podcast is the one for you!! Manga spoilers from 4:32-5:43. Length: 1 hour and 26 minutes MP3 download link: Here Streaming link: Here

On wikipedia it said that Aoyama originally planned for detective conan to be about a cat who solved crime. Granted, wikipedia can't be trusted, but what if detective conan really was about a cat instead of well...conan? How would that affect detective conan as we know of today? Strange...

*NEW! Gildarts Clive ! : ) -I dedicate this drawing to Ryuuji ! I know he likes Gildarts too! *Click the image for full view

The reality I seek was nothing but an image, The life I desire was nothing but a dream. When I turn it's every page, Nothing will be like it seems. When, oh when, shall my life be complete? When shall I find what I really seek? When nothing fills the page of emptiness, My heart never cease to feel loneliness. Is there anyone who will arrive and fill my pages with ink? But after such a long wait, no one will I think.

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:shock: LIA... most likely to be the prince...

MM x Parkur's fist

They say broken hearts heal But what if that's just the surface? What if my soul has shattered on the ground? They say every single cloud has a silver lining But what if All I see is gray? So where do I go now? How should I head out? Someone please make a decision 'Cause I've had enough of doing it all

If I fold a thousand paper cranes Will my wish be granted? If I cry a liter of tears Will I get what I've always wanted?

This is originally Inuyasha and Kagome..inpired by this song.. (Please play until you hear the voice before seeing my work or watch the video first then play it again..) Inuyasha's 7th Ending song COME open the spoiler box after KANASHIMI word in the lyricsor in AFURERU part sorry if it wasn't nice..I can't concentrate while drawing Shinichi!! because i'm really sorry if the coloring was bad!!! x( i use some color and make-up but hope you'll like it!! you can also listen to this song while viewing my ew drawing.. Hitorikiri No Sora

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