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The Babysitting GigJenny sighed, leaning back on the couch with a smile. Before her, sitting on a blanket in front of the TV, was a small baby girl, playing with some blocks. "You having fun Emmy?" Jenny asked, leaning down a bit and watching her with a smile. Emmy cooed and babbled a bit, crawling over to pick up a block, banging it against another block.
Jenny giggled a little bit, leaning back again. It was a bit of a tiring job, babysitting, especially for a fifteen year old. It was especially hard earlier, when Emmy was crying and being fussy for seemingly no reason. But after a bath, some feeding and a bit of playtime, she seemed perfectly happy now! Of course, she spit up on her a little bit, causing Jenny to have to change into a hoodie and jeans, but otherwise everything was going fine!
She watched the baby play for a bit, before getting down on her knees, sitting next to her. "Having fun playin' with your blocks?" Jenny asked, picking her up and setting her in her lap. Emmy cooed in response, s
TWG written assignment :P Ripplebreeze looked at the mess of cats. How shades, colors, and clans were all mixed together. Seeing how big a lot of the toms were, Ripplebreeze was kind of scared. She puffed out her chest. No, she wasn't going to be afraid. She would prove to Coalfur, to Stormwhisper, that she could defend herself and no cat was to small. She smirked, I should have made a bet with Stormwhisper that I would have come back with both eyes. Enough stalling! Get a move on Ripplebreeze. She tried to move, but her legs felt like they were personally glued to the ground. Not until she saw Fadingbreeze, underneath a tom. Her whole body burned with rage as she saw her "best" friend being clawed. She ran as fast as her paws could take her, dodging the cats, and headbutted him as hard as she could. He tumbled off her and Ripplebreeze turned to Fadingbreeze, "are you ok?!" Fadingbreeze got up, "Thank you." She huffed. Ripplebreeze stood by her, waiting for the cat to get
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Name: Kaminaga, Imari ( 神永, イマリ )
Age: 14 / 16
Sexual Orientation: Hetero
Blood Type: O
Birthday: December 28 ( Capricorn )
Imari is a brave kunoichi with a good heart. She cares for those who are important to her and wants to protect the villagers of her beloved Konoha. She does her best not to disappoint anyone and likes to cheer people up with an optimistic mood and mind. Even if Imari isn’t as popular and noticed by the villagers as some other ninjas, she still sees it as her duty to protect them. However, she isn't jealous of some ninja's fame at all! In fact, she prefers to stay in the background. Overall, she has become very good at being quiet, blending in the groud and not standing out too much. So good that she has even become an expert at hiding and sneaking around. For a ninja, this can be a goo
Strange Feelings (Short Story)How did I end up in this mess? I couldn't quite put what had happened. All I know is that I'm stuck with a girl, surrounded by food, and at a park hill with nobody around. I find this 'girl' unusual, but somewhat attractive. I mean, in a complicated way. I seem to want to be by her and then I don't, I don't know what it is, but something about her makes me feel all sorts of ways. We don't even have a relationship, but she makes it pretty obvious she wants to be next to me all the time. Sometimes it even gets annoying, especially when she drags me around everywhere. Bringing me to a picnic isn't what I usually do, so I sit quietly and think to myself.
"Toxic, are you going to eat or stare at that tree all day?" Sparkle asks, and pokes me in the arm as she said it. I jerk back in reflex, coming back to reality slowly.
"Oh, uh, what do you have?" I ask, feeling some guilt for ignoring her.
"Stuff." She said without thinking, probably. She pushed the basket of food towards me and crossed h
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A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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