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You can be the Boss (2) - Thor love storyYou can be the Boss (2) - Thor love story by FakeK
You can be the Boss - Thor love story
Here comes the second part. Thank you everyone for reading it so far! I hope you will enjoy this part too. Now, it is revealed who the boss is (in case you haven't already figured) and we get to see just how familiar Catarina is with her boss.
I opened the door and let him inside, feeling a bit awkward to have the man inside my small rented home because I knew how rich he was and the way I lived was probably garbage to him.
“May I have a glass of water?” he smiled politely and put me out of my daze, reminding me that I wasn’t alone.
“Yes, right, immediately. Please have a seat.“ I ran to the kitchen and looked for a glass, pouring him some water and bringing it back. I took a moment to contain my laughter because of how hilariously out of place he looked on my two-seat couch. “There you go, Sir.” He thanked me politely, all superior air gone and repl
The JourneyThose first moments as you open the door, and you feel the warmth of the sun beating on your face, are when you begin to realize the journey ahead of you. The birds chirp, not out of joy, but out of pain, as the blistering heat makes them simmer and cook. You wipe the sweat from your brow and adjust your collar.The Journey by ricerodriguez
Those first moments as the subway doors open before you, and you feel the smoke and the black air swarm your lungs, are when you realize it's too late to go back. Your fellow passengers cough and sneeze and infect the air around you, and it's all you can do to take the handkerchief from your coat pocket and shield your mouth from breathing in the filthy toxins of this place. A blind man savors the black air and dances with his saxophone by an overturned hat filled with cash. You convince yourself that his music is in commemoration of your voyage. The doors close behind the last passenger as he scurries to the closest seat.
Those first moments as the subway doors close behind yo
A Wish For FreedomA chain shackled to my ankleA Wish For Freedom by LittleWolfDreamer
A call to the darkness for assistance
Silence greets my ears
My face begins to fill with tears
A blanket wrapped around me as I sleep
A room with a window to see outside
This I dream of in my cage
But it is not my current page
A bar in a row of many more
A lock on a cage of strong steel
I weep for the days when I was free
Wishing I could escape to where they can’t see
A park in which I can play
A swing to go up towards the sky
This I want to go and do
If my sentence is ever through
A stone floor, bare and cold
A hollow voice mumbling in the darkness
My own voice to ease my mind
Mumbling of things much more kind
our walls are too thinsitting togetherour walls are too thin by insomniaplague
you can hear my heart hitting
against my chest like a broom to the ceiling
& the neighbor upstairs
begins to scream
the wind breaks a hole in my skull
you can hear my thoughts:
words whispered in paper rooms
& you have a cup to my ear
i am 16 now
but sometimes we forget that
we are not teapots or socks in the wastebasket
& the holes in our heads are not signs of well-worn affection
passion is a sinA faith-healerpassion is a sin by insomniaplague
A bastard child--no father, no son, no holy spirit
No virgin mother
just passion as a god
lets the writers get it wrong
A Stranger'I would promise you until always ends, but I want to live forever.'A Stranger by poetic-headache
dripped off his thin lips.
something like saliva
and coughed-up calligraphy.
dancing to the surface:
a parody of laughter--
pallid and festering.
'you're a stranger, so why should i care.'
'you'll vanish today,'
to sticks of flesh and bone.
'not for the first time, i hear--or the last.'
a harsh white sky.
spume and spray
like a too-taunt sheet.
longing for dreams.
pulling me down.
shining and smooth:
like the last moments
of falling asleep.
'i want you to stay a stranger.'
PleaseI'm bashing on your doorPlease by HystericalNapoleon
The lights are on
I know you're in there
Why won't you open up to me?
Please, I just want to help
I know it's cold outside
You're worried that if you come out
You'll get frostbite
But I'm there to loan you my coat
So please, I just want to help
You've been hurt to many times
You're hiding in your fortress of cynicism and sarcasm
But I can see you through the window
I can see the real you
Please, I won't judge for being who you really are
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I hope everyone is having fun and enjoying their time
This is just a very simple reminder ^^
The gallery has now been divided into Folders, please make sure that you do submit your work to the right folder of where it should belong to.
as its name implies; here is where you'll submit any work that has to do with manipulating photos
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for anything that has been drawn and colored digitally, with a tablet or even a mouse
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if the folders above did not match with your work; then submit it in here! ^^
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