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    Where do I start? Well if you want to know what I know, then it’s best to start from the beginning.    Do you ever get the feeling someone is watching you? Well I sure as hell do. I feel like a sitting duck. It’s been like this for six fucking months! Thing is whenever I try to tell someone, they go missing, only to reappear in pieces with their eyelids and mouth sewn shut weeks later. Thanks to this asshole, all my friends have excuses not to see me. Anyways moving on from my sad excuse of a life… On one of my many paranoid walks to the university, I seen a group of newbies trying to navigate the fairly busy street

      Submission. That's what the ruler expected from his subjects. Though not all of them obeyed this, there had been a few who had been conspiring against his majesty. The leader of them, was the daughter of the King's last advisor, who had mysteriously disappeared without a trace. Her name was Lyla, her hair looked as though the gods themselves wove it from silken gold, her eyes captivated even the most indifferent of people who dared loose themselves in the silver blue depths. Lyla was about 17 years of age, while the rest of the group was mostly young adult males. Now to the rebels...     "Lyla, we have news of the King's next moves,"

The Disappearing Act ‘CREAK! Hal shot up from her sleeping position and checked the time, it read: 1:39 am. Her light pixie bangs fell to the top of her eyes, letting her see what little she could in the darkness of her room. Getting up to grab her jacket since the autumn air had chilled her room, she could make out her older brother’s form retreating into the living room. She had expected for him to turn on the TV, but was in for a shock when she heard the front door open. She slipped her lavender jacket over her small frame, got her sneakers on, grabbed her lantern, and followed him out. It was easy following him at first, sin

     Blue that's all she'd ever be. That Damn color is all she ever wears. That's the only color she'll ever see. She had been that why ever since she transferred schools. Her first two years had been blacker than that of an vile & evil soul. Her third year is when everything became colorful. She seen bright, beautiful, and vibrant shades. Her favorite was instantly blue. She loved the way it could clam without trying, how it could take so many different forms, & have so many variants. The negative words bounced off her pale skin, like the objects they threw. She and the others that stood by her made it through the year with few bumps. By the

        ((AN: alright this is a one shot no smut, so no francey thoughts Reader-Chan. Also this was done of out sheer boredom.)) (Y/N)= your name (F/C)= fave. color (S/C)= skin color (E/C)= eye color (H/C)= hair color https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/63/f9/45/63f945f5d593c048d1c3f24fa711acbd.jpg    You could feel the sun beating down on your back, refusing to leave you be. Your (F/C) cover dress hung loosely around your frame, (S/C) already turning a slight shade of pink.   "Common (Y/N)! Hurry your self up! I vanna swim already," your Prussian friend, Gilbert called out to you. He was wearing black swim trunks, and nothing else,