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Weeks past, and no one knew the whereabouts of the young Phantomhive. They all figured his tiny body had been converted to ash.
Three graves were furnished on the plot. Two accompanied por large, charred bodies 6 feet under, and a small headstone with nothing but dirt as it's occupant.
Only I knew what had really happened.
That my poor betrothed was stolen away.
That he was taken this way and that, alone.
Most likely Frozen - Uma Aventura Congelante in his nightshirt, bound and raped.
On the dia of the funeral, I wore the darkest dress I owned, which was a deep blue. It was a bit on the long side with a black bow on the...

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That night, I watched the full moon from my window, Frozen - Uma Aventura Congelante in the unheated início on the floor. My cama called for me at the other side of the room, but I ignored it. My mother soon came in wearing a long pele, peles coat, pristine white and barely reaching her ankles. She was going out.
"To bed." she croaked. I wobbled up and crawled under the sheets as she pursed her red lips and shut the door.

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For shopping, my mother and I were in the rua markets of Londres early the seguinte morning. Early snow had come. Attire had changed; not in thin dresses but in heavy coats, the Brits chatted amongst themselves,...

I sat up in bed.
Without moving an inch, I stared down and onto the endless black spread like a quilt over the land through the crystal clear window. The abyss glared back, unwavering and strange. I turned my head for a moment and looked over at the other side of the bed, where Ciel was hugging a feather pillow. I stared at his chest, which rose and fell with each gentle breath. With motherly adoration, my throat became tight and I worried for him. I then looked straight ahead of me, where a lone closet sat with innocence as the maroon curtains, looking gray, swayed out of the corner of my...

While I stood making breathless noises, the girl's cheeks flushed and she smiled weakly.
"...Your dress is beautiful."
"A-ah..." I lifted me head and my hands immediately clutched the hem of the skirt. "Y-your dress is lovely as well!" I squeezed harder. "Are you... do you live here?"
She chuckled and looked off and over at the rest of the town, that almost seemed to twist and bend off the edge of the world. She took soft, slow breaths, and her head hung low with the breeze sweeping in.
"No. I am Ciel's segundo cousin. Elizabeth Middleford." She extended her hand, which was clothed in a soft cloth...

I was another sunrise smile away from losing you.
As the two went there separate ways, I'll go back a little bit mais to why the girl isn't like normal 16 ano olds students who live with their parents.
Maybe she should have stayed to take over the family business. Stayed to watch her little brother grow up, or help him with his homework. Stayed to cherish a few mais laughs with her sister before she went on her way, too.
But an apartment 3 streets from the high school is nice in and of itself. No one to force the comida you hate down your throat, no one to tell you to get your homework done, no...

North Italy
[x] You were bullied a lot in your childhood
[x] You adore pasta, pizza, cheese, and frutas
[] You're very happy-go-lucky
[x] You constantly have a dozy look on your face as if you're always away with the fadas
[x] You have a long curly strand of hair that always tends to stick up
[x] You're a good artist
[x] You can be clumsy
[x] You have a friend you always depend upon if you mess up something (course)
[] If your life was in danger, you would do the typical Italian thing and say: "PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! I HAVE RELATIVES IN YOUR COUNTRY!"
[x] You would surrender in a war situation...

First off, it was at an unfamiliar school. I saw it through a narrator's point of view, and it was my character walking through the hallway clutching books to her chest. A few girls saw her as she passed and began to talk about her. One of the girl's brought up that she believed my character "lived alone", and the other admitted she had seen her only once at the grocery store with a man who she thought was her father. My character then entered the classroom with a bunch of other students that followed soon after, and she sat at the escrivaninha, mesa directly in the middle of the room. The teacher cracked...

Name: Sofia Canepa

Birth date: February 15th, 178000 BC
Age: Bitch, I'm ageless
Country of origin: Sparklefantastica
Town Born in: Glitterville
Race/ancestry: Italian :3D
Religion: Rapshanity (the faith in Raptor Jesus)
Height: 5'2''... I think lol
Eye color: Brown... ish green... ish
Hair color and style: Red, curly, puffy and short -w-
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos: Not at the moment
Eye-sight: Poor, but fuck glasses ._.
Names/screen-names you go by: Sofa Loafa, Lolly, Gingy, Ritz, Peaches, etc. lol

Explain your username: There's nothing really to it. Plus I roubou it form ClubPenguin -w-

Explain your icon:
It's...

I adjusted my glasses, ignoring the smear of soil that was left soon after and patted down another cluster of roots into the ground. I hummed to myself. The grayish dirt slipped between my fingers. Silently observing them, glancing up every now and again to look at the barren landscape.

Tombstones,
tombstones everywhere.

"Forgive me for bothering you," I nearly whispered, straightening my spine and scanning the grave I currently kneeled at. "Although, I must say your living o espaço does look a lot better now." My bruised, dusty hands stroked the petals of the freshly planted flores with ease....

I used that Drabble-Generator a moment atrás with my friends, and we wanted to expiriment a little xD Here's the stupidest fanfiction ever, that Brittany, Addy and I created, inserting the names "Sofie" and "Sebastian". Enjoy, lmao.

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Sofie tripped along forcefully. She was on her way to meet her lover, Sebastian, for Valentine's Day. She smiled to see a kitten hopping along, carrying a matress in its mouth.

Sofie was almost on his dick when she came across a colorful cake, lying alone on a soft plate. "That must be a treat from my adorable bear," she said to herself, and tripped over to it. The...

Sigh...My birfday is in 5 days and I guess there's no avoiding it. :/ I'm a little happy though because at least I get to see some family members on Sunday and my dad's coming up to see me on Saturday. What a wild, crazy way to spend my 21st, huh? XD; I'm kind of conflicted about this birthday. :/ Part of me still feels like a kid and another part of me is a grumpy old lady who hates kids. XD I must be like...schizophrenic or something lol. Like... I still like to hop puddles in parking lots and wonder what it would be like to be a fish, where at the same time I'm ashamed at kids these days...

So, this week's ep was...sufficiently weird. XD We start off with Claude waking Ciel from a cama with a comforter on it that so does not go with the rest of that purple room. O_o Maybe it's the pattern, but it makes me cringe. >_> Ciel asks if the chá is Earl Gray and Claude says yes, then he helps Ciel out of cama and...slowly pulls the string out of his pajama topo, início so it slides down his shoulders (<_<). Claude continues to dress Ciel and Ciel asks where Alois is. Claude then very dramatically says that Alois died because of when Ciel stabbed him. Claude asks Ciel if he feels guilty...

Oh, herro prease. It's already Tuesday and I'm still pretty much on vacation. At least I feel like it. D: This past weekend was seriously crazy. As many of you know, I turned 21 recently and as such, the only way to appropriately celebrate is to GO OUT AND DRINK AND DANCE AND F*CKING PARTY LIKE ITS 1999 WOOO! So...I went to ~Ajinori's dorm and we did. D: We partied for two nights in a row. We went to some dirty bar with live music, danced with strange men (much to my chagrin <_<), bar-hopped, and then had chinese food. It was fun, but at the same time, eye-opening. I never knew alcohol...

"So, I had one class today from 1 to 4. It was a publication design class and my instructor likes to lecture. So, a three-hour lecture on publication design. It was riveting. So after class, I'm driving home, doing 85 on a 50mph high way with my head out the window in the rain going "KUROSHIIIIZ~! MUST WATCH RAAAAAW~!" Trucks are beeping at me and the cops are on my ass. HATERZ GON' HATE~*

Anyway, on with the condensed summary. So, basically, Ciel and Alois are now conjoined as one nice little package dubbed por the fandom as 'Cielois' (which sounds like a skin disease, I'm not gonna lie) and...

"So, I was in my drawing class this morning and while the professor was lecturing about shadows or some useless shit, I started thinking; what would I do if I was a celebrity? Don't you wonder that sometimes? Not like, what you would do to make yourself famous, but if just millions of people knew your name for no real reason like Paris Hilton. A lot of celebrities support stuff like 'going green' and 'give money to the children' and other shit that makes them not look like money-grubbing, emotionally unstable, booze-guzzling lunatics. I realize that, if I was a celebrity, I would be the most...

"You must have something better to do than click away on that laptop all day."
I glanced up with a bored, twisted frown.
"What?"
Sebastian grinned, wiping down the nearby table.
"I am merely implying that there is a better way to spend the afternoon."
"Well, I'll be damned if I have to slave a away like you." I flashed back a cunning look. "Besides, this is my work. And unlike you, I get paid for obeying someone's orders."
He 'tsk'd' and focused back on the rag. "What is it you do?"
"I just slap designs on coffee mugs, tote bags, body pillows-- things like that."
"Ah.. what kind of designs?"
I twisted...

"I had a few startling epiphanies today. I live in the middle of nowhere in cold, dead Massachusetts. My mother studied in France and almost married a rich dude in Greece. My father is a direct descendant of a German holocaust survivor who lived half his life in Argentina. I went to high school where only about 2% of the entire population was American. Everyone else was from cool places like Korea and Taiwan and Russia and Uzbekstan...which is how I got listening to all the crazy música I listen to. I've gotten to a point where I can't listen to anything if the lyrics are in English. My mom...

"So um... Yeah. I really don't like this new journal-editing nonsense dA has concocted with their magical HTML5 witchcraft-blasphemy. All this text is in dark red on a dark purple background (thanks to my wonderfully ancient CSS), and the point size looks something ridiculous like effing 6pt or some stupid shit. So...if this post is overrun with typos...that's why. Goddamn dA always changing shit. It's perfectly fine the way it is! We're here to look at art, not to gawk at the l33t skillz of the fucking programmers. You're good at java. We get it. Go shove a bytecode up your ass. /rant.

Anyway,...

"Okay. Earlier today I was going through some kind of bitchy whine-fest about turning another dA-year older. Well you know what? That depression has been stewing in me for a while and has boiled into a nice pot of meaty rage, and you guys know me; when I'm pissy, I'm funny. So excuuuuuse me while I bask in the glory of being awesome while you all just sit there like young, dumb-ass teenagers with no fucking idea. You're all just jealous you can't suck from my teet of unfathomable wisdom. Yeah. I'm almost 22. I'm older, and with another ano older, I'm another ano smarter, pissier, funnier,...

Alright, Sofie. Here's my story! *gulp* I'm sorry if it's bad or anything. xD Enjoy! 8D

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"I'm just going to take a walk for a while." said Hiroki to Nowaki.
"Okay, Hiro-San." said Nowaki as he walked off with a rocket in his hand.
Hiroki walked around for a bit. Nowaki and Hiroki were dating, but they haven't been dating for a while. Hiroki was still thinking about it, they were still together. :)
"I don't understand!" thought Hiroki. He tugged at his hair. "I was in amor with Akihiko, but when Nowaki came, I-I just don't know. Is this love?...