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You stood in the rain, waiting for the bus to come and pick you up for another terrible day of school, frowning at the ground from underneath your hood. There was a test scheduled for today in fourth period, and you weren’t very excited about taking it. You were pretty sure you were going to fail. Pulling out your iPhone, you leaned over it to shield it from the water falling from the sky. You unlocked it, your fingers quickly typing in your password to unlock the screen. Pulling up DeviantArt, you checke for updates for your favorite fanficitons, trying to take your mind off of your impending doom. Someone held an umbrella over your

Chapter 2 of Twisted Fairytales!! WARNING: This series is not for the light of heart~ “This is the third time you’ve-a tried to betray us.” Gilbert kept his dark blue eyes focused forward, refusing to show any emotion. His black gloved hands clenched and relaxed as he fought to keep control of his emotions. His mouth remained a straight line, his eyebrows slanting downwards ever so slightly the only sign he was not as relaxed as he appeared to be. King Feliciano Vargas smiled at him wickedly, magenta eyes glinting as he relaxed into his lush throne chair. His dark brown hair hung in straight, short bangs that framed his w

In the darkest corners of the moonlight room, he sat. Shrouded in a cape of the darkest of fabrics, you could have made the easy mistake of assuming he was the shadow, and the darker area about him merely the corner’s sad attempt to copy him. He frowned, ever so slightly, murmuring to himself. No one heard him though; the room was empty, still and quiet, and he was all alone. Save for his puppet, a cat which adorned his hand and cast an eerie grin upon whoever looked upon it. Copying the cat’s grin, the boy stood, arcing his back lightly and letting out a small sigh. “Another day…” He whispered sadly. “

Chapter 2 of Twisted Fairytales!! WARNING: This series is not for the light of heart~ “This is the third time you’ve-a tried to betray us.” Gilbert kept his dark blue eyes focused forward, refusing to show any emotion. His black gloved hands clenched and relaxed as he fought to keep control of his emotions. His mouth remained a straight line, his eyebrows slanting downwards ever so slightly the only sign he was not as relaxed as he appeared to be. King Feliciano Vargas smiled at him wickedly, magenta eyes glinting as he relaxed into his lush throne chair. His dark brown hair hung in straight, short bangs that framed his w

Twisted Fairytales prolougue. WARNING: This series is not for the light of heart I stood in front of the floor length mirror in my room, writing runes on the shining surface at a carefully slow pace. My messy blonde hair was covered by the dark green hood of my cloak.  My baggy brown shirt that reached down to my knees was secured by a darker brown belt around my waist that matched my pants, all of which were covered in smudges from mistakes I had made on the mirror and rubbed off with my sleeves of wiped off on my pants. I sighed, putting my writing utensil down and rechecking my work. I rubbed my green eyes, releasing a yawn. I had been d

Ciao. My name is Romano. And I am so done. I don’t care about following a damn script and trying to pretty this video up. You want me to be honest? Fine. Have a big helping of fucking honesty. I am sick. And tired. Of everything. If I hear the words, “Oh, it’ll get better! Just give it time!” One more time… I’m… I’m gonna rip throats out. People have been telling me things will get better my entire life. And you know what? It just got worse. And worse. And it really can’t get any worse. Here, I’ll explain. I never got to meet my parents. I was raised by my Grand

“Hey, freak!” You groaned inwardly, hiding the piece of paper you had been writing on in your pocket. Those dumb cheerleaders must have followed you here! They were the LAST people you wanted to see. “I’m talking to you, plum-head!” The lead blonde sneered, and her lackeys giggled at the poor insult. “Plum-head?” You mumbled. That was a new one. Now that you thought about it, the black hair die Arthur had given you did seem a little violet in the sunlight. “Excuse me?” Feliciano’s voice echoed in your mind. “What did you just call me?” “No, not you!” You