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Does It?Does it make me a feminist to like strong female characters?Does It? by fallacy-bunny
Does it make me some sort of man-hater?
Does it make me any less of who I am?
Does it make me an anti-feminist because I like to play the "girl"?
Does it make me against my "own kind"?
Does it make me any more of who I am?
No. I like what I like because I like it.
BV13 We CoolBV13 We Cool by NeoPaladinOfLight
Nah man, I can try, but nothin's happenin'.
I can't move.
I can't do anything to help.
Things look bad—and I'm talkin' mo' bad than the time me an' my homie Chris got caught for cuttin' class bad. Mo' bad than the time we jus' about sent each other to the hospital 'cuz he was ackin' a fool tryna get me t'help him hack into th'school records an' change his D to a B.
My mom was right, that dude is a bad influence. Not that I was ever influenced by him, but I can definitely see how he could—oh shoot, that just happened. And what is he—wait—Ran?
A'ight, a'ight, lemme back up some.
So you remember what happened on—what was that place—Geonra? Let's go with that. Me an' Ri'lar, like a coupla OG bosses, went up an' took on what he called the Dozjekents. Basically a group of illegal, immoral kinda somethin's that have bases an' groups throughout various parts of the galaxies. The ones we ran into were those snake alien dudes that could turn invisible an' move really, really fa
the shadows to come chapter 13 Chapter thirteenthe shadows to come chapter 13 by wildbeth
“Yeah get up you lazy lumps of hero’s”
The tunnel’s were dark the only light was from the torch in Masons hand, I was glad he was still holding my arm otherwise I might have run straight in to a wall, and that would hurt. Finally after walking in a bunch of ‘Z’ shape’s Mason pushed on the left wall and a door swung open kind of like the door that used to be in my kitchen.
I held back tears, I’m sure if some could see my face they’d see that I was probably going to cry. I remembered my room and the window that was almost in the roof and I would stand on a chair or even my dresser and open it up so that the wind could blow my long blonde hair, and I remember the stupid radio dad used to turn on loudly when he left just in case I didn’t wake up when he came and woke me. And most of all I missed my dad we had so many fun memories like three months
Ben and Irena 1It was 12:34 when the consort was over, Benjamin and Irena were getting closer to Bens 1995 model Minivan that he got for a low price, he opened the door for his girlfriend Irena, and she sat in the shotgun seat.Ben and Irena 1 by wildbeth
“Thank you” she smiled
“You’re welcome” he said, shutting the car door.
Irena always thought Benjamin’s 7 passenger car was so silly it smelled like subway, pillows, blanket, and notebooks with music and school notes scattered the chairs and floor, a case full of music sat neatly on the chair behind her, junk food sat on the dash board in front of them.
“Pick out a CD ginger” Ben smirked with his eyes on the road that was her nickname because that was her hair color.
“Fine” she laugh, Irena opened the case, she grabbed the very first CD she saw it was one of thoughts CDs you burn music on But all it said was Singer-songwriter.
“What’s Singer-songwriter” Irena asked
“You’ve never heard the
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Daddy's little Princess 1“I’m tired of you Thomas, this isn’t working!” Dominique shouted from the kitchen, leaning on the counter top.Daddy's little Princess 1 by wildbeth
Thomas sat at the dining room table. “Stop yelling” he growled, messing with the lace table cloth.
“No! I’m afraid if I don’t you won’t hear me, like you always do.” Dominique walked close and shouted near his ear.
Thomas huffed loudly running his finger through his light brown hair “you’re going to wake up the baby” Arianna was there two year old daughter sleeping soundly in her room.
“Oh what do you care?!” Dominique snarled her Frizzy black curls bounced when she moved her head.
“More than you!” he snapped “If you cared so much you wouldn’t be yelling at the top of your lungs” Thomas tried to give his girlfriend a glare, but he couldn’t he loved her to much, she was British African she had the cutest accent at least when she wasn&
Remember the Lucky onesAs time comes we become more responsibleRemember the Lucky ones by veR1pho
care about others, neither we are invincible
just care about others
we light a candle of memory, grave
thousands and thousands just do so and pray.
as son of god descends in our hearts now
we remember how it was while you were around
still i know this all cant be real
still i pray its not forever sleep
still i vow at the idea, dear...
still i cry when i remember fear.
i hope you are allright, in your morningless night
i hope he helds torch and shows you the light
follow him, dear... He knows what is right
i pray for your spirit,
i hope you hear that sound,
our fammily weeping,
memories took the control.
i know it is needed, for our path
all tales have ended, with dawn of this night
morning brings light, we all just go on
you gently smile, keep care of your own
you gently smile, we feel it in our hearts
still we forget for a year, let you sleep in orchards
a year again passed, memories are the same
only love, love and fear remain