DefinitionPretty: Proof six letters mean nothing.
SeperatedDeath breaks promises on both sides.
Must Be SadVanellope had been told over and over again the exact same statement:You must be sad.It was a funny thing, how others looked at a situation and immediately guessed what emotions ran through your head. And the worst part was, they always thought they were right. Like now, for instance. She had been approached by so many characters, some familiar and others not, and all of them said the same thing more or less;You must be sad.And so she listened to all of them and she waited for that feeling, sadness, to come. But it didn't. It seemed to refuse to come, refused to enter her system and fill her coding. No matter how many times they said it to her -you must be sad- she simply wasn't.She'd gone to the funeral. But halfway through she'd left. Walked calmly out of the doors, despite the looks, and just… left, tugging the hood of her sweatshirt up as she did. He'd always teased her about that dress, so she hadn't worn itPeople said she'd left because she was too emotional, that she could
Wreck it Ralph: Sick Day Part 3Nothing stopped Ralph from taking care of Vanellope. His game was now one of the more popular ones in the arcade- "retro", it was called- and Ralph was always on the job. Usually, he never let anything distract him, except maybe to wave across the arcade when he was lifted up, saying hello to a Bad-a-Non member or to Vanellope, as she accepted a metal. And Felix, though very happy, was always one to stick to the program. And so, when Ralph had told him that he'd have to 'wing it' for the next few days, Felix had panicked. But Ralph had had a nice long talk with the man,"I dunno, Ralph," the hammer wielding man had said, wiggling on the spot."Well, I just can't send the kid back," Ralph had whispered into the hall from his spot in the doorway, trying not to wake up the sleeping Vanellope."But she won't be in her game tomorrow!"Ralph waved him off. "It's a random roster. Sour Bill's got it under control. He'll be directing the races tonight . In fact, they might already be done by no
Hotel Transylvania: To Be Human Chapter 1I had to put this up! I know I have a few things I'm updating. But this was my hurricane story. What I wrote when I had no access to any computers. After I finally got power (today) I uploaded this! Hope you like it! Dont forget to review! I already have chapter two, three and four ready! So, I'll have it up if people like it!A quick summary about what this is about, for anyone too lazy to read the bottom.When Dracula found that he was going to be a grandfather, he was overjoyed. Sure, his precious Mavis had grown up, married to a still unbitten Jonathan, but now another little one was coming into his life. And for once in a long time, everything was perfect. Except maybe that one tiny fact. His granddaughter is a human.Hope you like it!-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-="For the thousandth time, dad, yes. I'm absolutely sure."Dracula couldn't help but pace faster at that one, twiddling his fingers behind his back. "It ees not possible. You may be wrong.""I'm not wrong, dad." His daughter d
Wreck it Ralph: Wave"Ralph, we gotta go!"Felix's words broke through his banter with the new president, waking up the alarm in his head telling him that the arcade would soon be open. He'd have to go. She gave him a smile, telling him that it was okay; she knew he'd be there for him no matter what now, and with a smile of his own he translated the same. The space door shut, Ralph cramped in the back, but he didn't care. He just looked out the candy coated window, small threads of pink glued onto its transparent surface, and waved goodbye to Vanellope.She waved back.Their first goodbye was one of many. But all of their goodbyes were silent. Teeth flashing, heels clicking, and always a wave.Returning to the arcade was a bit of a shellshock. On one hand, he missed all the adventures he'd had, all the excitement, the movement and the everlasting buzz of adrenaline in his mind. On the other hand, he was finally accepted.He'd have credited himself; he had been the one to jump after all. But he didn't, coul
Wreck it Ralph Sick Day Part 2Ralph would never say that "going Turbo" was the worst thing he'd ever done. In fact, it had been the best. Life for him had never been better- new friends, new home, and a life where he was appreciated. He loved it all. The transition had been a little difficult, leaving his brick pile and moving into an apartment while his own home was being built. The ceiling was a little low, and he missed the outdoors just a tad. But other than that there hadn't been anything to truly complain about.So, while he waited for the bricks he used to sleep in to be turned into a "Ralph Sized" home, he slept at the top of the apartment building- his favorite spot.There hadn't been much to move into the apartment. A few boxes filled with random chords and sundry, another few boxes brimming with memorabilia from his game jumping. He'd placed his Hero's Duty medal (found by Felix during a romantic moonlit walk with Calhoun in the Niceland woods) on a bookshelf. The thing wasn't really that much of a weigh
Despicable me: Firsts- NightmareNightmareAs a child Gru had had nightmares. There were reasons for this of course. The obvious fact that he was a child being one of them, but this fact was only one of the few, and the lesser, of the many problems. His homelife being for example; his unsupportive mother who believed that he, her own son, was never enough. His father's harsh demeanor and how he had left early without so much as an explanation of why. School bullies who teased him for his short figure and harsh accent.All of these things, of course, later on led to his successful career as the worlds number one villain. His mothers downcast eye pushed him forward. His father leaving had helped him block off any and all painful things thrown at him. And school bullies that he had bumped into later in life regretted anything and everything that they had said to him, as he towered over them with a six foot four and an accent that made people cower.Nightmares had stopped early for him. He was on his way to being a super
AloneVanellope was fine with being alone. Or so she told herself. So what if she lived alone, she'd lived alone for so long. It wasn't like she wasn't used to it by now. Who cared if one little girl lived alone. Especially in a game where every child, all of them around the ages of nine and ten, lived by themselves in one person households. Even Taffyta, up until now her tormenter, lived by herself and was perfectly fine.So she was too.At least, that's what she told herself.So what if she had finally gotten used to having someone take care of her for once? So what if, for the first time, she'd finally gotten something other then people laughing and excluding her. Ralph still came to visit after work, and still talked to her. That didn't mean everything had to change at nighttime too. Nighttime, as it always had been, was a time for her to be alone. Her. A nine year old girl. Alone.That was fine.At least that's what she told herself.Vanellope, after years of practice, was excellent at
Promises"Thank you.""For what?""Not leaving."
His Big BreakAssigned a non-speaking role.I'm speechless.
She promised him forever....Forever never lasts long, does it?
R.I.P."Bury your past, soldier. It's dead."
EmigrantSpoke English.Always thought in Italian.
Left BehindShe stumbled, but he didn't stop.
Sense MemoryI developed taste.We lost touch.
Guide to Parenting ContestSilence? Probably mischief in the making.
Loneliness At 4:03am Tick.Can't. Tock. Tick. Sleep. Tock.
Said the ArtistI'd trade all colors for you.
Six Word Story - Roads Less TravelledThey need heroes.They need me.
Six Word Story - Priorities''...YES!...But sweetie...Where's the ring...?!''
Chance Meetings"Do I know you?" "Not yet."
Around the World in Eighty Days Six Word StoryDay Eighty:Missed my flight.Bullocks.
Forever?You promised you'd never let go...
Love LettersEnvy.A love changes to alone.
Over Before You Know ItCaught stealing.(Just a short sentence.)
Six Word AutobiographyCouldn't find mySelf;Started creating it.
Six Word Story: I Win"I win," he said."I know."