violentviolet12

You look out the window of the first seat as the bus pushes forward from its stop, your stop is up next, but you keep your eyes out the window to see if he’s there today. Some days work can interfere with him meeting with you at the bus stop, but he promised he’ll be there today after not doing so for the past three days. Soon enough you see your stop approaching, you peek your head over the seat to see if he’s there, and sure enough you see him casually waking by like he usually does to make it look like he’s just passing by rather than waiting for someone. The parent excuse wouldn’t work when you’re in h

You curse as you run toward the library, the sun is only halfway down and it was still light out. But while others enjoyed it while it was still out and resonably warm out. Your heart in pounding with exhaustion and nervousnes as you run, the liberary is almost closed, and you need to return this damn book. No big deal you'd normally think, but only with this, it was more of a personal reason why you need to get it in now. For days on end the librarian has been constantly reminding you about this one book, and with each reminder his tone gets more and more sour. This naturally upsets you, thinking that you could walts in and do whatever, take

"Pilots, how do they work? The fun parts are ahead, but they have to introduce themselves." Violet said as she sat on the couch in their living room, an old beaten up couch. "If it were animation, it would probably be easier, or perhaps a live action show or something?" "Writing is a hard thing to do, Violet, harder than your small brain can comprehend." May said as she sat at the desk, her eyes glued to the screen of her computer, eye twitching as her fingers hovered above the keys. Her mind looking for the correct words to start with, "It something that requires patience, to search for the right words. The same should be said for animation

Kuroki approached her rental home, the rain poured hard that day, the humid kind of rain that made the air sticky, hot and hard to breath. Meiko had told her that it was gonna rain pretty hard that day. Kuroki forgot her umbrella, approaching the small stair case that lead to the front door of her home, soaking wet, bangs hanging over her face, water trickling down her face, she opened the door, greeted by the smell of something burnt and the TV on low volume. She dropped her back pack to the side of the door like all the others. She apparently alerted the one sitting on the couch. She saw him look over the couch, Kuroki and Gren exchanged gl

Lonely, lonely girl Doubts filled her life 'Loser', 'loser' girl Always living in a dream Always thinking about her mistakes When you could be out making friends, getting a boyfriend and shopping for all those sparkly outfits You sit at home Playing otome games Watching anime Finding porn of the hottest guy in the anime and writing pornographic fanfiction Sad, sad lonely girl Always living in her dream of being what she thinks Look in the mirror, delusional girl And you could see your ego drop like a stone No big bust or curves Just flat like day old soda No beautiful locks of hair and gorgeous eyes Only a rat's nest of wiry

Jet came home; he didn’t say anything when he didn’t see Faye or Spike. Ed was a sleep with Ein, he was surprised he didn’t see Ein and Spike hissing and barking at each other, he did a pretty good job at ignoring the data dog, either that or Ein didn’t have that stereotypical hatred towards cats. Well, Spike wasn’t really a cat, he just acted like one and had the ears and the tail and the whiskers as well. Jet still made dinner for him despite the fact that if he was correct and Spike will become a kitten or just a fat ass cat, he didn’t think Spike would appreciate a diet of only canned tuna, he’ll