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a bride, her friends, and 17 pizzasKendra was less then impressed when the doorbell rang in the middle of her Walking Dead marathon.
"If Cam broke out of prison," she muttered, opening the door to see an exhilarated Zatanna standing on her doorstep. "Zee, what the hell?"
Zatanna only giggled and jumped on the spot before extending her left hand. Kendra grabbed it and shrieked.
"He didn't?" she yelled, looking at the sparkling diamon ring on Zatanna's finger.
"He did!" Zatanna replied giddily, jumping up and down.
"Come inside then, Mrs. O'Callaghan, and tell me everything!" Kendra squealed running for her pone. She sent an urgent text to Louise, Lolly, Artemis, Barbara and even Bennie.
My house! Now! Z has news!
Zatanna was sitting on the couch with a fairly blank look on her force when Kendra returned. "Oh god," she said softly, toying with her ring. "I'm going to be Mrs. O'Callaghan."
Kendra sank down on the couch next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "You don't have to change your name," she said
all for Youi can write You worlds, with only a key stroke
and She can bring you undone with several from her hand.
i will tell You stories of life in my quiet haggard voice
and She will show you stories as You look and caress her scars.
my eyes will tell You everything and i hold nothing back
while She is a mystery and You yearn to peel away the layers.
i could sing to You songs of love and pain and heartbreak
She will make You sing for Her with a glance and a kiss.
i love You
You love Her
She loves Herself
my words are useless.
just prayBrennan was lying very still in the bed, in the Mount Justice infirmary. Lolly was sitting next to him, holding his cold hand, and on the other side sat his mother.
Ainslee Lennox, formerly O'Callaghan, was a small woman, but not one to be trifled with. When Bennie had called with the news of Brennan's injury, Ainslee had arrived at Mount Justice, demanding entrance. She argued with Batman until he relented, and she hadn't left Brennan's side since.
"How is he?" Zatanna asked, coming in hesitantly. Bennie was standing against the wall in one corner and refused to meet her eyes. Lolly only looked up tearfully and Ainslee kept her head lowered, whispering prayers.
"No change then." the magic user said, coming to sit beside Lolly. Both girls' eyes were rimmed red with unshed tears, and Zatanna lifted a hand to wipe her eyes.
"I know you're not religious Zatanna," Ainslee said quietly, lifting her head as she finished her prayer, "But why don't you try praying anyway?"
purplethere is Purple in sunsets.
look past the Blue of the sky, swirls of departing Cerulean, and waves of the Navy of the night.
beyond the Gold shadows of soft White clouds, and behind the Orange sun, there is the secret colour.
there are hints of Grey in the clouds, bits of White, and Blue again if you look.
so if you really look
there is Purple in sunsets.
it could have been worse - for skittlesHis palms were sweaty, and the steering wheel was slipping through his loose grip. He swerved the car and made a hasty left turn, nearly colliding with an old lady who was walking her dog.
"Irresponsible young man!" she hollered, shaking a fist at him. Daichi grimaced and kept driving, glancing at the house numbers fretfully, sure he couldn't miss Tomoko's house.
When he saw her three younger brothers wrestling out in front of a modest home, he knew he'd arrived at the right address. He gulped as the boys froze, watching him drive the Land Rover up the driveway. Daichi took a deep breath before turning the car off and stepping out of it, pocketing the keys.
"You ain't Daichi." one of the boys said, while his brother clocked him on the head.
"Nori's right though Kenichi!" the other brother said, stroking his chin. "He ain't buff enough for Tomo. Or tough enough lookin'."
"But he's here," Kenichi pointed out, crossing his arms. "So you gotta be Daichi."
"Um, yes, I am Daichi," the young
what girls like - for rainyBrennan flopped onto the couch, pulling his glasses off and rubbing his temples. "Girls are too confusing," he muttered, closing his eyes.
"No we're not," Louise chimed, sitting down on his stomach with a large grin. "You just need to learn how to read us!"
Brennan raised an eyebrow, blinking his olive eyes at her. "You're crazier then I thought you were."
She merely grinned and crossed her arms over her nauseatingly bright shirt. "Nope. Seriously, I'll teach you! First rule, if a girl asks you for cookie dough, you get her cookie dough."
"Didn't you ever attend health class?" Louise asked, raising her eyebrows. He nodded uncertainly and Louise patted his head. "Well then, you'll know that for a week, we need lots of care and attention and cookie dough."
Brennan turned white as a sheet and put his glasses back on, attempting to wriggle out from under her.
"So Brennie," she said, her voice dangerously soft. "Go get me cookie dough."
He squealed, and managed to crawl out fr
crazy mad genius - for funnyThe leaves crunched underneath Ella's yellow converse, the bits of twig and sticks somehow catching in her long socks. She sighed, regretting the decision to wear her favourite blue and orange socks today. Hefting the Pac-Man backpack on her shoulders she let out a loud groan, causing Reed to pause in his steps to turn around.
"Why are we doing this again?" she asked, adjusting the brim of her hat in the noon-day sun. Reed smiled wickedly, scuttling down the hill to stand in front of his little sister, their height difference growing obvious.
"For the sheer pleasure of it," he said airily, patting her shoulder. Unlike her, he wasn't carrying a backpack of any kind. Instead, he had his sword sheathed by his side, and was also wearing his celestial bronze knee and shoulder brace.
"So you're wearing armour."
Reed rolled his eyes and waved a hand, turning to continue walking up the hill. Ella narrowed her eyes when she heard something jingling in his pockets that hadn't previously been the
jealous much?Unlike the majority of students at Empyrean Academy, Roman loved the mandatory Survival class. She revelled in the early morning dawn, the briskness of the wind, and the demanding obstacle courses that were set up for them.
It was even better in the winter. Thanks to her gift, she didn't need much warm gear, and was faster and more adept then the majority of her class. She left most of them trailing in the snow while she waited at the finish line, or simply ran back and did the course again.
Dash teased her that she was a perfectionist (but it's okay, he likes perfectionists), but she tended to ignore those comments (like she ignored most of his comments).
It was one of those wintery Saturday mornings that she sensed a change in herself. After two successful runs of the course, she was over by the water cooler with Winona, watching the stragglers fall into line.
"You were really good Dash," a soft voice cooed, a soft hand on his arm. Roman's eyes narrowed as she watched the
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