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Jewel x Marshall Lee Oneshot/Jewall Lee (Crying)*Jewel's POV*
"Princess?!" The guards are shouting.They treak over the large dead prairie grass in their metal armor and weapons.I-I just wanna be alone.No annoying royal stuff,no father,and no trying to set me up with a husband because I look sad and single.WHO does he think he is by setting me up with dates with men I have NOTHING in common with. "Some day your going to be the queen with a strong guy by your side Jewel." Dad says trying to look powerful,when he just looks like an idiot.
My father is the ruler of our kingdom (The kingdom of the shape shifters that is), his name is Derick Rhine.My mother died by being attacked by wild monsters.Monsters try to attack us all the time,thank gob Fionna and Cake help us with our crappy protection system.Cake has told me herself it sucks and I always reply, "I know.It is the worst system in the whole globing world." My mom's body was found in the woods.My father pulled himself together while I was only two and tried to raise me to be strong
Pinkie's Party Chapter 1 (A Pinkamena Fanfic)*Pinkie's POV 8:09 PM*
I giggled watching the rain drops fall from the sky.There like drops off icing from the sky.Yummmmmm Icing...It's dark outside,it must be hard to see because a lost green haired girl was wondering out there.All Alone..If I went out there she could never be heard from...
Checking the mirror I watched my hair flatten down to my shoulders.The curls must have worn off,no big deal.Running into my kitchen I look again in the mirror.My clothes are dark and the street lights are flickering off.I won't be seen.
*Silver Sugar's POV*
W-why did Moonlight make me go out here!?Why did I have to go buy stuff from the store!?Why-
I wipe the green hair out of my face,ugh it's pouring out here!Not to mention it's scary,the street lights are flickering,and I feel like I'm stuck in a horror movie.Calm down Silver,just-uhhhhhhhh,hum.Hum something calming.Twinkle little star,the wheels on bus go round and round,wait those are wrong-
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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