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My OC ~ AngelName: LittleA1316 (or Angel for short)
Age: 13 1/2
Parents: Unknown, adopted parents, Rythian Enderborn and Zoeya Proasheck
Siblings: One older sister called D'
Hair colour: Light brown with dark brown at the tips
Eye colour: Very dark brown, sometimes ocean blue (depends on the situation)
Love interests: Malik (another OC)
Guilty pleasures: YOGSCAST
Personality: Sarcastic, witty, sweet, loveable, caring, kind to all, quick on her feet, able to defend herself,
appearance: Tie dye dress that goes from dark pink to pure white in the form of a petal with the sleeves fading into her arms, with skin colour tights and pure white pumps with small heels. Darkish pink markings going up her arms forming flowers around. her hair is tied in a loose plat with a long fringes covering both sides of her face down to her collar bones, her parting and the left through your prospective, in her POV, it's on the right.
Pets: A Meerkat called Leah
Likes: People, games such as Minecraft, Music,
Rythian ~ Let it growThe magic grows more intense tonight,
Not a saviour to be seen,
A world of rue and darkness,
And it looks like, I’m the king.
The Ender powers grow, the more that I fight back,
I can’t hold it in, heaven knows that.
Don’t let them in, don’t let them see
Be the good boy you always have to be
Conceal, don’t feel, don’t let them know,
Well now they know
Let it grow, let it grow
Ignite a greater spark,
Let it grow, let it grow
And live inside the dark
I don’t care
What they’re going to say
Let the dark take hold
The End never bothered me anyway
Its funny how in darkness
I feel I’m in control
And revenge that once consumed me
Can’t get to me at all,
It’s time to see what I can do,
To test the limits and break through
No right, no wrong, no rules for me,
Let it grow, let it grow,
I am one with the shadow's of night,
Let it grow, let it grow
You’ll never see me cry
Here I stand
And here I’ll stay
Love Hating Love
Dear Diary <3
I saw him and his farther flying towards my castle with weapons in hand. I stayed well away when it happened, but when I saw the devastation it had caused, I had to confront him... It was terrifying. Here are the details of what happened before the devastation...
The night before I had gone on the evening patrol with my farther. We had already killed over 15 mobs and more were on the horizon. Dad told me he needed to go and get something from the basement back at the castle, so I waited... alone, in the woods... it was quite for a long time, then I heard a twig snap, I quickly got my sword out and moved towards the noise. I'm guessing whatever made the noise heard me because all of a sudden it began running away. Luckily I was faster, quite a bit faster actually and so caught up with it. This thing obviously didn't know the woods a well as I do. I know it like the back of my blade!
My brother took over my Skype... XDChris: this is Chris/ if my sister shots me I would come back for the dead as Adolf Hatler not Hitler and kill all her friends and then her and then maybe the French
Lauren: Can you leave her alive? You can probably kill the rest, but I need to have a conversation with Angel
Lauren: Dude, I'm going to re-kill you if you kill Angel
Chris: I am Adolf Hatler I can not die
Lauren: Yes you can
Chris: I was made immortal by Cuthulu because of this I am the new god of this world so go **** you yourself. ****. I hate this laptop. Yolo
Lauren: How do you know I an bit Cuthulu? *am not
Chris: because I made Cuthulu and then used his to take over the world so yolo used him *
Lauren Coder: I will burn you
Chris: I have a Nazi army of the undead and CoD so go **** your self my *******
Lauren Coder: You are using stars to block words out? Wow. Also, political status doesn't matter in an army of the undead Because they're all easy enough killed. Flame throwers being best; being dead,
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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