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Fanfic- Trying to rescheduleMr. Peabody sighed as he had to once again search for his son. Only 3 days. Mr. Peabody had only had his son for 3 days, and already, he knew how Sherman was when it came to baths. The canine father had tried to get the infant in the bathtub all morning, but, every time he went to bathe his son, the boy would hop out and go hide somewhere. How the boy managed to travel so fast was beyond Peabody, however.
Mr. Peabody finally found the boy under his crib. “There you are.” Peabody muttered, pulling the boy out from under there before he could crawl away once more. Just as Peabody was heading to the bathtub, the phone rang. He was confused, he grabbed a towel as he headed to the phone, and picked it up, pressing the phone in between his ear and his shoulder as he wrapped a small towel around Sherman. “Hello?”
“Hello, Mr. Peabody.”
Mr. Peabody blinked as it came back to him. The female voice on the other end was a woman by the name of Mrs. Cherryw
oggi voglio raccontarvi una storia.
la storia di horror...
chiamata alessia perché odiava il suo vero nome...
spero vi piaccia.
"ero una ragazza.
si una ragazza, di soli 10 anni, quando accadde...
bambina più che altro.
ma cominciamo più o meno dall'inizio...
i miei genitori mi avevano abbandonata.
in un bidone della spazzatura, a soli 6 anni.
a testa in giù.
quando, una donna, ha avuto la grazia e la pietà di tirarmi fuori dal quel cassonetto che stava per essere ritirato dai netturbini.
da allora quella è diventata la mia mamma.
non mi fregava un cazzo dei miei genitori.
ma un giorno.. li ritroverò. e gli farò capire quello che avevo provato io.
la mia "mamma" mi trattava meglio di una principessa.
ma la mia vita veramente dura iniziò alle elementari.
tutti i maschi avevano gli occhi attaccati su di me. detesto essere osservata.
mi guardavano solo perchè avevo un bel corpo. bastar
Time to Die Pt. One! "Are you mad?!" Jason growled at Sky. "I'm not mad, Jason... There are no active things going on the squids base ever since we killed them!!!!" Sky barked back. "You two stop fighting! Have you two forgotten that we have to hunt down Seto still?!!" Ty said coldly. Jason and Sky snarled at each other one more time and they hurried after Ty.
"They were fighting again." Ty said to Ant and Jordan. Ant and Jordan were kind of part of Team Crafted. "They won't stop fighting..." Ant said with a sigh. As Team Crafted enter the woods, they saw some of Seto cape. There were blood stains around the cape. "It looks like we made him get stuck in a thorn bush." Mitch said with a chuckle.
Team Crafted laughed and nodded in agreement. But they didn't know that Seto summoned a friend of his to help him. Meanwhile his friend and Seto was running deeper and deeper in the ally, by Team Crafted base. "I can't believe this." His friend growled. "Calm down. I summoned you, Se
Fanfic- Coming Home (sequel to Car Accident)Sherman swung his legs as he sat on the bench in the hospital lobby. It had been a couple of weeks, but, to the boy, it felt like it had been longer than that.
The boy’s father—Mr. Peabody, had gotten into a car accident. During the time the canine was in the hospital, Sherman was with Penny and her parents.
Today was the day Mr. Peabody was able to come out of the hospital and finally come home. It made Sherman shake with excitement—he had tried to visit Mr. Peabody as much as he could, despite school and Mr. and Mrs. Peterson being busy a lot. So, to have his father be able to come home was a nice feeling.
The nurse had claimed, however, that he needed a couple of last minute preparations before leaving. They said it was nothing, so, Sherman didn’t worry. At this point, he couldn’t. Not when it was gonna be a big day.
Sherman gave a small sigh, as he looked at the clock. They had been waiting a while, it was 11:58 AM, and they had arrived at the hospital
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MeI'm one of those girls who are Otakus.
You say tv show I say anime
you say books I say manga
you say swords I say Katanas
you say Miley Cryus I say Hatsune Miku
Cus this is me I don't care if you say im stupid, because I am special.
Om goshhh so hard to pull off
Let It RoarThe lighting is cracking hard
as the thunder
and a kingdom of loneliness
and it looks like I'm the queen.
The storm is like a demon like this
monster that's inside couldn't keep it
in. Heaven knows I've tried. Don't let
them in, don't let them see, be the good
girl you always have to be. Conceal don't
feel don't them know well now they know!
Let it roar,let it roar turn away and
close the door, let it roar, let it
roar they are no longer my care, Let
it roar,Let it roar,Let it roar.
you'll never see me back there, Let the
lighting and thunder rage on. The storm
never bothered me anyway. It's funny how
some distance makes everything makes
everything seem alright,and the fears that
once controlled me can't get to me now!
it's time to see what I can do to test
the limits and break through, no fearing
nightmares, nor fear for me I'm free!
Let it roar, Let it roar, Let it roar.
I'm one with the lighting and storm.
Let it roar, let it roar. You'll
never see me cry! Here I stand and
here I st
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