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Oliver Kirkland and the Cake Factory Ch2Chapter TwoA 2P “Hetalia” FanfictionHigh pitched squeaks echoed through the empty shop as Oliver cleaned down all the tables and equipment to perfection. This wouldn’t have taken him quite as long had he an assistant, though he was comforted by the notion of having a new person in mind. Oliver thought of Max again. Max cleaned his wounds and wrapped them, and then as soon as Oliver could walk normally he was sent off. Max never smiled the entire time nor was he much to talk to.Who cares about Al? Oliver thought and grinned. He began setting all the cleaning materials away. Max would be a more efficient worker and he can’t hate Oliver that much as he did help him. Everything about Max made him a better choice than Al. Oliver figured that before any requesting or kidnapping was done it would be worth it to stalk the man. Work for the day was done and it was time to play.The cake factory was in the same city as Max’s house. However Oliver did have
Oliver Kirkland and the Cake Factory Ch1Chapter OneA 2P “Hetalia” FanfictionOliver curled up on the ground, running his hand down his bloodied face. All he wanted was Al. Al obviously didn’t want Oliver. That day he had made his way over to speak with Al on the terms of an idea he had. Oliver had a spot open in his new cake factory, he needed an assistant. Since he had his eyes on Al for a long time Oliver was determined to have him fill the position. After Oliver stated the proposal Al snarled and gave no sign of being interested. Oliver attempted to get inside the house but Al kicked him away from the door, knocking him on the ground. The door slammed shut and Al walked up to Oliver, holding his nail adorned bat and bashed the smaller man across the face and a couple times on the midsection and legs. After then telling him to get away, quite fiercely, Oliver staggered up to a standing position and ran off to where he was later, coiled into a defensive ball with blood streaming down his skin.What
I'm Sorry1. I’m Sorry (MotM!CeliaXDes)The hospital was silent. White walls staring down at Celia, intensifying her guilt. Normally Celia didn’t care about others, not those who showed opposition to her as well. Des was the person that would spat with her much too often. She was an arrogant bitch, always thought she was right and held to her past combat experience to prove her dominance.Of course Celia had no problem besting her, in the case that she did Des’s face would blush as dark red as the shade of the wild curls that adorned her head.Des wasn’t conscious while Celia sat in the room, hoping she would wake up. If Celia didn’t hate god she might have prayed too.Earlier that week they had been in a car together. Celia was driving, being a newer driver she wasn’t as experienced as Des, giving Des something to criticize and act like a snob about. “That left turn was not tight enough.” The red-head sneered.Celia growled in response. “Do
Inspiration is Stronger than DesperationInspiration is Stronger than DesperationCanvas blank and painter determined. The competition began. It was the dog and he was against a cat and a fox in the annual painting contest. Their judge was the old polar bear, the same judge that headed the event every year. This was the first time the dog had entered. The solitary painter who worked primarily for himself had finally decided to descend from his bedroom and into the outside world so that others could see his painting. He was terrified and anxious. The dog wanted to impress the judge but he also knew that he had to forget about his tension in order to produce the best possible product.He looked over to examine his competition, as he moved his thick black and white fur was ruffled by the wind. The cat and the fox were swiftly painting away as ideas traveled from their minds, down their bodies and out the paintbrushes. The dog was tempted to glance at their artwork although he felt as if it would make him feel worse than h
Poetry/Prose Dump One Poetry/Prose Dump #1 Once you were weightlessA free patch of field, now covered in cementBearing the weightOf a grain filled bin.ExhaustionIn the day I workIn the night I workI sleep sometimesMost often I workEven off workI workIs this the life of a starving artist?Righteous LightThe sun emanates youYour glow radiatesThrough the vast open skyStrings of truthTouching all that isUncovering what the darkness would hideWhiteLightRevealing all to meYou show me what I desireAnd most noteworthyWhat I don’t want to seeThere is an off switchTo look asideTo depend on the twilightOn the blackness to hide those thingsThat you illuminateTo keep me sheltered insideHuddled in a thick blanketThat impairs my insightAnd you show meEverythingYou will cremate my eyesWhile they sit in their socketsForcing me to gaze at the worldWith more determinationTo find something to admireInstinc
Twisted Dark Elf: Rena's Choice Chapter TwoChapter Two: CeliaAlas! The potion is complete! Now, we, the Vampires can take back our world! The world that should have been ours in the first place, but we were denied it so those filthy humans could have access to whatever they pleased! Finally, this potion will help us kill them all! Along with those other pathetic clans!Carrie stands across from me, ready to leave as soon as Jake gets over here with the said potion. She’s going on a very ‘noble’ mission: The mission to retrieve the hybrid. I’ve tracked the thing down and she goes by the name Rena. The hybrid is part Dark Elf and part Vampire. She probably won’t serve as any assistance other than a tasty drink to derive some power from, however the others are convinced she will be of some use otherwise, I seriously doubt it. Carrie is one of the simpletons with the belief that this ‘Rena’ will be able to use her power to help us eventually. She thinks that her mission is essential