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Anonymous DreamsDreaming a dream, from a little white pillAnonymous Dreams by ~fireyfreedom
Scent of blood and stale sweat on my tongue
And here I lie
In the arms of a stranger, with a mother's warning words in my head,
Stranger danger,
'Be careful of the man with the candy,
The man in the car.
Be aware of anyone walking to close
Don't let my baby go near a stranger'
A mother's prayer for her baby girl
Breakable fragile girl
Yet here I am, surrounded by strangers,
Sleeping with them, among them.
Wandering and trying to find that aching hole.
Maybe this needle will do the trick.
Another stranger, A flare of pain,
Perfect subtleties playing across bruised flesh
Not this time,
Strange Weather We're Having"What an unpleasant outing," L said with a sigh and childishly draped his towel over his head. Light would have laughed if he wasn't dripping in annoyance under his own towel.Strange Weather We're Having by ~Bodacious-S
"Well, it's your own fault for going out in the storm like that," he grumbled. "What did you think was going to happen?" Light was busy rubbing his hair dry when something warm and fuzzy enveloped his foot. His eyes snapped open, and he found himself gazing down at L, who had on the most pitiful puppy dog face he'd ever seen. "Hey! What're you—?"
"I thought I might help," L said innocently. He was crouched on the stairs, dabbing at Light's feet with his own towel
Like Other Boys"LAWLIET!"Like Other Boys by ~Bodacious-S
This was the only warning he got before he had his arms full of three young boys. The blonde clung tightly to his shirt front and began sobbing into his shoulder.
"Mello," L muttered in concern. "What's wrong?"
"Roger said he couldn't eat chocolate anymore," Matt explained, rubbing Mello's back comfortingly.
"It's not fair!" Mello wailed. "He said I had to be healthy to be a detective. Well, if being a detective means being unhappy, I think I'd rather be a… a normal person!"
"Mello-kun doesn't mean that," Near said, worry creeping into his voice.
"Like hell I don't!" Mello exploded. "Who does Roger think he is, trying to
Wammy House Host ClubOnly those with grades far above average and those from filthy rich families are lucky enough to spend their time at the elite private school Wammy's House. The Wammy Host Club is where the school's handsomest boys with too much time on their hands entertain young ladies who also have way too much time on their hands; just think of it as Wammy's elegant playground for the super smart and beautiful.Wammy House Host Club by ~Bodacious-S
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"This place has four libraries," the boy uttered to himself. "You'd think one of them would be quiet." His book bag slung over his shoulder, the black haired boy closed the library door, muting the chatter on the other side to just a du
Well, my names Mariah, but you can call me Marie. I'm 14 and I like My Chemical Romance and One Direction. And a lot of other bands. I write fanfiction and take photos.
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