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Why do I smile so much? I'm so unhappy...
No one likes me. I know that.
They tell me that they hate me and they always make sure I'm not involved in any of their activities.
It hurts. It hurts when nobody likes you.
I always get yelled at for being who I am. I can't help it! I'm the hero, heroes always has to be happy and positive no matter how sad they are.
Still, it's starting to get hard to keep all of it in.
Everytime I give an idea I always get told it's stupid or idiotic and told to sit down and shut up the rest of the meeting. Why do they all hate me?
I just try to lighten the mood since everyone is always in such a bad one.
I like having Tonny as a friend but I wouldn't mind if they came over to my house once in a while. I don't even care if they stay long or not, I just want them to s
Romano X Enchantress!Vampire!Reader Part 13
You had Romano in your arms as you ran together with Vlad, getting further and further away from that house. You didn't know where exactly you ran to, but you didn't care as long as you were safe there. Archí would catch up later and then you would leave for a new home, where you could start anew. A new start together with Archí and Romano. You smiled slightly at that thought.
But first you had to make sure you were safe until Archí could join you.
It didn't take long for you to find some sort of shelter. It was quite far from the house and it was no where near the forest where the remains of your mansion were. It was a vacant house a few miles outside of town. Or rather, it was a vacant cabin, seeing as it was rather small.
The exterior was a soft golden hue and the doors and window frames were made of dark brown wood. The entire cabin seemed rather warm, not that warmth really mattered to you or Vlad.
There was a small garden with half wilted flowers and plants,
Stay With Me Chapter 16Chapter 16 Happy Death
I sing the last words to my song. The crowd claps and claps. Some people whistle, but most of them are sniffling, trying to keep tears from trickling down their cheeks like a waterfall. I bow and thank the crowd for their time. I walk over to the rest of the Vocaloids who were huddling, their hair becoming a rainbow of colors and heights.
"I hope Len is okay, I would hate for him to become completely insane." Rin says playing with the bow on her shirt. Untying it and retying it until she is satisfied with the look of the orange fabric.
The others are just staring into space. Not really looking at anything in particular. I myself sit down next to Teto and sigh. We have never had this kind of experience before, this was the first major injury any of us have had to go through. Some of us have broken a limb or needed stitching, but that was back home in Japan. Internet Co. would patch my, Gakupo, Cul, Ryuto, Lily and Galaco's cuts and bruises in their own personal cl
Stay With Me Chapter 1Chapter 1 Art of the Dress
The day we all will regret. I thought as I picked out my outfit for the mall. I wasn't much of a shopper, more of a singer and dancer. Scratch that, singing and dance is my life. I am what you would call a Vocal Android or a Vocaloid for short, the name I was made under was Electric Voice System 02 female. But my name, or so it says on my left arm under the numbers 02 in red ink, is Rin Kagamine. I have a twin brother named Len Kagamine. We are two out of over 30 multi language singing robots. Most of us sing only Japanese, but some of us are bilingual and even trilingual. Speaking of different languages, Luka one of the other Vocaloids can sing in English and our friend SeeU in Korea can sing Korean, Japanese and English.
Some of us have become very good friends. Actually me and some of my friends are visiting America to tour. My good friends Neru, Teto and Haku got to join us even though they aren't real Vocaloids. We were so happy when Crypton let them joi
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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