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Tune Squad: Not Enough Time part 5Part 5: Camping Tonight

“Where are we now?” Lola asked as TARDIS grinded to a halt.

“A summer camp in Wessex County, New Jersey,” the Doctor reported, holding the door open.

It was late at night. A full moon shone down at us from between the tall trees, a cold wind from the nearby lake blowing through them. Before us was a pathway leading into the camp, along with an old, rotting sign that said “WELCOME TO CAMP—“ in fading letters; the rest of the sign was blocked by overgrown weeds.

“It’s coming from this way,” Sheila said, drawing the Element Sword and starting up the path, wit

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Timeline: A day after the events of Arms Race
Dr. von Neuron's Location: Dr. von Neuron's House, São Paulo - SP, Brazil

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And this concludes my move. It was very nice of Seymour to find me a household. Near the Biology Institute, too, very fitting. Now I have also a decent-enough job as a substitute teacher. It helps to cover up my "alter-ego" of Science Guy of the Team, so to speak...

Back to that exciting part, by the way, I just finished in moving the folders on Dr. Eggman, the last one being about Metal Sonic. Metal Sonic indeed...

Remarked by many, minus Ryan and myself, as Eggma

Tune Squad: Not Enough Time part 4Part 4: Nightmare

The TARDIS ground to a halt and the Doctor held open the door. “We’ve arrived in Springwood, Ohio,” he reported.

A bell went off in the back of my head. Why does that sound familiar?

It was late at night in the city. We were looking up and down what I guessed was Main
Street, surrounded by buildings on all sides. The sky was overcast, so we couldn’t see the moon or stars; the only light was from street lamps and our flashlights.

For some reason, I got a very bad feeling about this place. And from the looks on other people’s faces, I wasn’t the only one.

“I can sense it…f

Purple Lydia gazed down at the still-water pond. A young girl, wearing a periwinkle dress dotted with amethyst, stared back at her, pallid. Her long, dark bronze hair curled down like a winding staircase. A plum coloured clip shaped like a butterfly, sits comfortably on one side of her lustrous hair.

This was going to be her last moment of childhood. As a dutiful daughter, it was her time to be married to a duke of a far-away land for political and social means. Lydia had always dreamt about a perfect male that would swoop in and run off with her but reality has caught up to her. There was nothing she could do.

She guessed that this was t

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Optimistic Leo visits a florist’s his mother always frequented.
Maybe she’s lingering here? Around flowers so exquisite.
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Is she in thin air?

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“Hearing the loud noises of cannons from

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The little girl grew older, and she didn't have bows in her hair anymore. The world started to lose its shine. Her “friends” at school left a gash in her back one day, and it bled as she dragged her feet home. This time, her mom didn't give a band aid or a kiss and her dad wasn't around to pick her up.
The gash eventually healed and left a scar, but not before something could go inside her. The world became dull, devoid of hope. The red bows in her hair became re

Rumpelstiltskin ReduxThe dwarf had been spending many days in the castle, inside the forgotten hollows of the walls, listening to gossip to break up the monotony of existing. Living in a cottage often got lonely, so he relished listening to upper-tier humans entertaining themselves with empty conversation. But he never appeared before the people, for he was not what was deemed easy on the eyes.

One day he heard the sound of footsteps in the north tower.

“Odd as no one goes up there,” he said to himself.

He would go see what was happening, he decided. He ascended the tower alongside the two sets of footsteps, until the topmost room. He pressed his l

Second ChanceIris stared out the foggy rain splattered window; her eyes puffy and bloodshot. She cursed at the salty tears that stung her eyes and the pain that struck the middle of her chest.
“Why did I fall in love with that guy. Huh I am such an idiot”
But on the inside she knew exactly why; she loved that man and still does. It was because of the countless chills he gave within his every touch. The sweet and gentle kisses that were placed gracefully along her jaw and stamped on her smooth lips. The warmth of his skin and big brown eyes that always sparkled; even the way he looked at her. Iris cursed again at all the memories flashing acro

Late Nights and Scary FrightsPerhaps my feet had slipped out from under my secure covers into the ominous void that dwelt under my bed with slimy talons and fur like spider hair. Perhaps the nameless darkness had fallen like an extra drop from cool drink on a hot day into my dreams.
My eyes snapped open like the shutter of a camera after a happy memory, but pitch was all I saw. The tangy taste of trembling terror filled me as my breath shuttered and my hands shook.
Whatever had stirred my animalistic fear of the dark had shaken me like the bow of a boat on a breezy day, until I could not contain the need for warm hands and warm arms and warm hearts.
Feet freezing and h

A boy and another kids dog ch.11Chapter eleven
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Barkley and Brian walked around a school By the Name of Ullyses S. Grant middle school.
It is now 3:00 Dan wasn’t that far from the house so he walked. As Brian walked to Two tone drive while Dan was walking He went to say his goodbyes to dear old Barkley.
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As Dan overheard that heartwarming speech Looked him in the eye and said “Thank you very much for finding my Barkley”
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The Phases of Beauty

by ~EtchedinDreams, Aug 2, 2011, 3:55:09 PM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / Children and Teen / Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Phase one starts with the basics. Wash off all that invisible grime off your face. Brush your hair out of its bed headedness. Normal stuff. Brush your teeth; yellow smiles aren't all that pretty. Phase one is simple, easy. But it's never enough. You're still too natural looking… Naturally ugly.

Scramble through your closet, here's phase two; clothes. Being beautiful also means being fashionable, so all you have is overpriced designer labels to shift through. Find the jeans that make your butt look cute and the shirt that makes you look older and look! You've got an awesome outfit on your hands. Accessorize accordingly; the right jewelry could make or break this outfit. At least, that's what all the magazines say.

Phase three starts in a puff of smoke—wait, maybe that's foundation. Layer it on heavy; no one wants to see those freckles. Dash on some blush, it looks cuter. Break out the eyeliner and mascara, that way your boring eyes will pop. That's what makeups for, right? Make up for what you don't have yourself. Make yourself feel pretty for once.

Armed with a flat iron, you enter phase four. Those natural, unflattering curls you got from mom? Gone in a puff of steam. Thank god. The stench of burning hair fills the air as you kill off those playfully disobedient curls but it's soon replaced by the smell of hairspray and frizz control and root lifter and all kinds of other products that claim to make your hair sexier.

Begin the final phase; phase five, for just reflections on your work. Fix up the little mistakes, perhaps. Your nose is still a little too shiny, your hair seems a little flat right there… All done, stand back, take a look in the mirror at your masterpiece. A pretty stranger looks back; it's you under the mask. Real work of art right here; your own mother wouldn't even recognize you. Your goal now met, you walk out of your house into the world whose opinion is so deeply imbedded into your head. And all those strangers, they walk past and think: "Oh, she's pretty!" But you know they wouldn't think that without your mask. All those strangers thinking you're pretty, that's what you do it for. And it's worth it.

Right?

The Phases of Beautyby ~EtchedinDreams

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^{I felt it was necessary to write this... I'm just tired of people telling me they're ugly when nobodies perfect anyways. And I ask so many girls why they wear makeup and I seriously get the same response every time. "It makes me feel pretty." Bleh. Every time I hear that I want to kick something. It's called natural beauty, I believe deeply in it. I've worn makeup maybe twice in my fourteen years of living and that was when my self esteem was low and people kept pressuring me to put it on. I'm never touching it again. Really. You're perfectly imperfect, okay? Beauty today is suggestive; just because someone tells you you aren't good looking, or hell even if you tell yourself that, that doesn't make you ugly. You're beautiful/handsome/hot/sexy/whatever. Some people just have incredibly stupid opinions. c:
Ironically, I wrote this while my mom was caking her face for work one morning.
Lala thanks for reading~ ♥}

~dream-shadow Sep 5, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

That is awesome!
The only place I put makeup on is my eyes, and I do that because I think it makes people look at them more, like they kinda "pop" (?) I think my eyes are the prettiest thing about me, so I'm basically just showing off.
And I wear clothes that I think look good. Who cares if it's "in"? I think it looks cool, and it looks good on me (I make it look good, lol).
I straightened my hair because I got devil horns if I didn't. And some weird curl that stuck almost straight up.
but yeah... Caring that much about something so trivial is idiotic.
Awesome Poem-ish-like-thing... writing.

~EtchedinDreams Sep 12, 2011 Student Writer

^{Haha, showing off is always fun ^^
And I agree. I wear stuff that I find comfortable or just really like, actually I try to portray my personality in the clothes I wear. I think it still suprises people when I where my black skinny jeans with the chain though ahahah
I understand that. It would've been entertaining to see you without straightened hair though lolol xD
Very idiotic indeed :I
Thank you! ^^}

~dream-shadow Sep 13, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

I wore pretty makeups today~ all silvery and not matching my clothes.
I used to go without it until I finally got my straightener, then my hair grew long so it stopped. That's why my hair won't get that short again. Ever.
You're welcome!

~EtchedinDreams Sep 13, 2011 Student Writer

^{"All silvery and not matching my clothes" lol.
Dude I haate short hair. With a fiery burning passion. My hair will never ever be short xD}

~dream-shadow Sep 13, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

I look pretty cute with short hair. plus, it's easier to brush. I get so many tangles at the back of my head... and with long hair It's hard to reach. Some people just don't look right with short hair. I'd freak if your hair was short. I would, like, collapse and die. or at least faint for a while.

~EtchedinDreams Sep 13, 2011 Student Writer

^{I wanna see you with short hair now wumman. You look pretty with long hair though. I meant I hate short hair on myself ahaaha yeah I know I'd die tooo xD Short hair would probably be waay more convenient.}

~dream-shadow Sep 13, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

I might find a picture of me with short hair... I've cut it that way a few times. Thank you, I like my long hair, because I can braid it. I like braids. Short hair is very convenient.

~EtchedinDreams Sep 14, 2011 Student Writer

^{Ahh, I see. I dun like braids D: Meh I like my long hair while it is very difficult c:}

~Corrynanin Aug 4, 2011

*stares mouth egaped at the computer screen* That. Is. Awesome. Great job!! <3 You just described the morning of almost every girl in the world. I agree. No matter what you do, people are going to like you more for what is inside you. Not on the outside. If the outside was all that matters, I wouldn't have any of you amazing friends. But also... I may not have you amazing friends... depends on how you look at it.

~TheSimpsonsFanGirl Aug 4, 2011 Student General Artist

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