SeperatedDeath breaks promises on both sides.
DefinitionPretty: Proof six letters mean nothing.
Better PlaceWeather, Jack had decided long into his existence, was a fickle thing. It never agreed with what it should be agreeing with, and when it did it made things worse. The funeral always had to be sunny when it should have rained, blaring down happily from a cloudless sky. And when the rain came during the trek towards permanent rest, those who had lost felt as if they'd lost more.Snow wasn't like that. Snow gave people something to believe in. That there was still beauty in the world. And when he saw these sad processions moving past him, people draped in black as if the very shadows were trying to seep into their bodies, he made it snow. Miracles of light flurries in Texas over graveyards, the cathedral in Italy suddenly frosted in white, soft flakes etched into stained glass. Temples, opening their doors, greeted with light fall of crystals. And the tombstones dusted until they glittered.He hated people being sad. Could hardly bear it. So whatever the weather was, he attempted to but i
Roses are Red
And Violets are Roses are RedAnd Violets are BlueSugar is SweetAnd so are youBut...Roses, they wiltAnd violets, they dieWhich is not the sameBetween you and II do not need flowersTo know you're love's trueBecause, unlike flowers,I'll always have youHappy Valentines Day!
Love is Patient Love is Kind Part 3SMACK!Jack hit whatever he'd been aiming for, grabbing her around the waist. He'd been confused for a second, but not confused enough to feel his staff –the source of all his power- fall from his hand. Both figures being thrown backwards toward the ground with tremendous speed. He'd heard his named called… and then there was… nothing?He was, however, painfully aware that he wasn't alone. And whoever he was with… well… he should have been angry. But he just… couldn't!The person who he'd hit let out a groan, and he waited to feel pain as well. He should have. In fact, he was pretty aware of a nice sized bump blossoming on his head. But instead he felt... good. A delightfully warm tingling was radiating from the top of his head, where he'd collided, spreading quickly down the rest of his body. He touched the spot to check for blood, hand instead coming away with a few specks of pink dust that quickly infused into his palm. His mind, so transfixe
Jump Part 1Bunnymund had always been a jumper.Technically, one might have called him a hopper, since he did an awful lot of that in his lifetime. But really, he was a jumper. He always was, and he always would be.He jumped to chase down eggs in order to paint them. He jumped through his magical tunnels from one place on the globe to another. He jumped in order to catch boomerangs and to entertain Sophie, who'd sit on his back and hang onto his ears.He was, and always would be, a jumper.But he never told others that. He never told North. He never told Tooth. He never told Sandy. And he especially never told Jack. Ever. They'd tell him he was insane, say that it was ridiculous and the idea had to be banished from his head. It wasn't an idea though. People believed, with their deepest of beliefs, that being a jumper was a state of mind. It wasn't.A jumper was just part of you. You were born and jumper and you died a jumper.But rarely was there ever a need to jump.Rarely doesn't mean never.It
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
Promises"Thank you.""For what?""Not leaving."
She promised him forever....Forever never lasts long, does it?
Left BehindShe stumbled, but he didn't stop.
His Big BreakAssigned a non-speaking role.I'm speechless.
Said the ArtistI'd trade all colors for you.
EmigrantSpoke English.Always thought in Italian.
R.I.P."Bury your past, soldier. It's dead."
Six Word Story - Roads Less TravelledThey need heroes.They need me.
Chance Meetings"Do I know you?" "Not yet."
LoveExpose your heart.I'll give mine.
Forever?You promised you'd never let go...
Love LettersEnvy.A love changes to alone.
Guide to Parenting ContestSilence? Probably mischief in the making.
Loneliness At 4:03am Tick.Can't. Tock. Tick. Sleep. Tock.
Too muchKeep your change.I have enough.
Sense MemoryI developed taste.We lost touch.
Tycho BraheHe studied astronomy. Became a star.
Boys in Blue"Same outfit!""I'm a policeman too..."
Six Word Story: I Win"I win," he said."I know."