AWriterOfEverything

“Oy, (your name)! You want to go the mall with us?” Eliza asked, swinging her bag onto her back, her group of friends surrounding her. You looked up from your book and struggled to keep a straight face. As much as you wanted to say yes to the offer and give her a big smile, you wouldn’t. That’s what it said to do, so you would. Gosh, you hoped this would work. “I have something to do. Another time, maybe?” You said, your lips in a firm line. You turned as quick as you could to avoid breaking your composure. Although, when you turned, you saw Eliza’s face. It was one of shock, but not of anger. Was t

 There was an odd silence in the house, one that was almost welcoming in comparison to the one you had felt weeks before. This silence, as most things, was completely temporary. No doubt you’d eventually give into the temptation to block the white noise that was overbearingly loud. However, it gave you enough time to rewind on the events, let yourself wonder if there was something you could do, something you could change, or if it were your fault in the long run. You weren’t exactly helping him find some outlet, you let him build up all this pressure. You let it run rampant, letting him sit alone in his office when you should drag

(Please note: You're America's child in this one shot. :) ) Pranks are art form, a craft. They come with years of training and perfecting the sleuth like skill of scheming and planning. All pranks can be replicated, but non is ever like the first. At least, non were as heart pounding as the first.  That was a motto you liked to liked to live by, for however long America was still a nation. You were a personified state, your father being the personified country you knew and love, America. With all the extra years you were given due to your unique predicament, political views and things of the sort can become quite mind numbing, so you took up

A/N: Be warned, there's pervertedness and swearing. :) There was always one thing you prided yourself to be and that was Ms. Himaruya favorite helper. Maybe it was a childish thing, maybe it was an outlet for you to earn praise; you never bothered to delve deeper into it though. All you knew was that, ever since you were six years old, you wanted to be the old woman's favorite. It hadn't stopped, not even when you were late into your teen years, growing out of the awkward adjusting years. Your mother never said much about the constant need to help the lady when you where younger, but when you reached the age of eleven, she felt you were g

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 “(Your Name)?” Someone called as felt someone poke their finger into your cheek, “(Your  Name!)!” Their voice became that of a whine, consecutively calling out your first name as you were in a deep thought, daze rather as you weren't actually thinking of anything, before your eyelids blinked sleepily before you tossed your head over to the person who emitted the sound. “Yes, Arthur?” You breathed, letting out a soft yawn, rubbing your eyelid gently, as to avoid making yourself look silly, before examining Arthur. Arthur seemed to be having a good day, his hair was on point, thus meaning the ruffles in

 "You ready?" You muttered, holding up your 'baby'. Your 'baby' actually being an expensive camera you had gotten the last Christmas. It was of Nikon brand and gave near pristine video; prefect for a large video test made by your teacher to text if the class had actually had been paying attention to the technology teacher's painstakingly detailed into each lecture. He offered all supplies that was a basic need for this project; paper, video editing software, and, most importantly, cameras. But the cameras, in your opinion, had both horrible sound and video quality which would make the video less then spectacular. You'd never admit it, but y

 It had begun to sprinkle as the overcast skies became dark. In the areas of town that you lived, it seemed that everything had stopped and it was so incredulously quiet that you could have sworn that you were in some distant place far away from civilizations. However, that wasn't how it was, of course. You drew the curtains, threw popcorn in the microwave, and skimmed your ever growing movie collection.  Today was the perfect day for a stay-at-home movie date. Arthur would be arriving home from work at the hospital soon, so you rushed in preparation for this date you had just came up with. You poured the popcorn in large bowl that had Hall

 Yao looked upon the ever darkening town streets, realizing how quiet the area truly was. It was a bit frightening, making Yao realize how much courage it took you to walk home, even if it was somewhat earlier then when he had to return. You were incredible cautious, so you were probably walking at a consecutive, rapid pace while Yao kinda just wandered along. The night was a pretty interesting time after all, if you ignore the dangers, of course. While Yao was known for stopping to smell the roses, seeing as there was so much to see and do in life, Yao found himself hurrying. Hurrying back to you. He only got to see you for such a short ti