MjAllTheWay9282

if i painted you a picture of the endless night sky, aglow with all the stars i've ever counted in your eyes, would you take the time to pick out the flaws that made me cold and alone, but still tell me i'm beautiful?

   Another year had passed, bringing you yet again to Alfred's Christmas party. This year was going to be a bit different. You had agreed to perform a Christmas song for everybody he had invited. It wasn't going to be held at his house, but rather a place he had rented. It was like a ballroom, but it also had a stage and a big kitchen/dining area. You didn't know what to expect of the place, but you had been a bit anxious. The song you were singing was Eartha Kitt's Santa Baby, and you didn't know how the guys were going to act. You also chose out your sharpest red dress and a fur coat. Your fishline was also an option, but you thought that w

    It was a dark, quiet night in Massachusetts Bay colony. Every Patriot was on the lookout ever since the British closed their harbor. You, being part of Great Britain, were throwing yourself in a deadly situation. Your job was to smuggle the tea crates back to make you look like a Patriot, only to stash them in your basement and have another loyalist take them back. It would be much less dangerous during the day, but with the schedule you have, the only availability you had was night.    The streets were dimly lit with high rising street lamps. The candles inside of them would flicker, causing any shadow to look very suspicious. Your guar

   You sat inside of your room, legs crossed on-top of your bed. You held a ring in your hands. Your heart-strings have been pulled for the last few days after your father's death. It would take many years to ever fully get over it. It could even take a life time. But you had to assure yourself things would be alright.    You were wearing a comfortable old T-shirt and some black shorts. Your [h/l] [h/c] hair was tangled and left to hang in-front of your eyes and on your back. You didn't feel like getting up in the morning or making coffee. What would be the point? He wasn't here anymore. You didn't want to do anything without him. He was wit

    It was late in the morning when you woke up. The sun broke through the cream-colored curtains and onto your face, making your (e/c) eyes sparkle like stars. Your rolled onto your other side to check the red digital clock. '10:30, huh,' you thought to yourself. You pulled the covers over your head and moaned. Even though it was going to be a nice Saturday, you just didn't feel like getting up. You thought for a second when you realized Matthew wasn't sleeping next to you.    "Hmm?" You pulled the covers over your head so that you could see again. The right side of the bed was completely empty and messy from a good night's rest. You giggle

    Hayley sat on her couch, snacking on scones and tea. She was trying to get ideas for another sketch by listening to music. She waited for a good song to come on. Lately all they had been playing were love songs for Valentine's Day. She didn't have a Valentine yet and was a bit upset. Her crush and best friend Arthur had not asked her out for who-knows-how-long. Becoming a bit frustrated, she pushed back her wavy, light brown hair with honey streaks away from her face and stretched out her legs. Right she had finally gotten comfortable, someone knocked at the door.    "Coming! One sec," she said. Hayley lazily rolled off the couch, blinki

    Yes, the wait is finally over to see who has won my Valentine's Day poem contest! I had many great poems, and one had really caught my eye both in cuteness, humor and originality. Our winner is: ~ARandomTimeOfDay (https://www.deviantart.com/arandomtimeofday) !     Here's what she wrote:    "Rose's are red,    Violets are blue.    No, no, no! This just won't do    Hubble bubble, boil and trouble,    you make my heart beat double.    No, no! I failed again.    Why can't I express my feelings for him.    A warm glove and a pair of turtle doves,    You have all of my love.    Ahh! No I'm in distress,    All these complicated words just aren't the best.    Ahh! I know

    Hello, my beautiful Hetalians! I'm holding another contest, so get ready!    For the winner in this contest, they must write a love poem as if they were writing it to their favorite country. Yes, it can be any sort of love poem. Even the sappy ones you know you hated writing in Elementary school. It can be as funny, romantic or sensual as you like, so have some fun with it!    The winner will get what I had last time: a fan-fiction featuring them and their favorite country. I will make it according to what the poem seems to be about. It will be whatever genre the poet has chosen, so choose wisely! I know a lot of my mature content ones