Assassins Don't Wear Dresses1770: Boston, New England. The forests outside Boston.Assassins Don't Wear Dresses by ~tmwillson3
“Have you gotten rid of that thing yet, Gene?”
“No.”
“Well, do hurry up. I don’t want it in the living space. We need to go, and we don’t have much time after being delayed by that silly little group of boys sent after us.”
“What’s wrong with the dress sitting in your closet? It’s just a dress.”
“Not just any dress. A pink dress. Now get rid of it and let’s go, or we will miss the party.”
“Fine, fine, it has been taken care of.”
“Good. Let’s go eliminate some competition.”
It didn't take long for the pair of “men” to arrive, but soon other issues arose.
“Now, Gene, I want you to use your charm and good looks to beguile the ladies and keep them busy, while I infiltrate and find those pretentious idiots who tried to kill us.”
“Why should
Assassins Don't Wear Pink1770: Boston, New England. The forests outside Boston.Assassins Don't Wear Pink by ~tmwillson3
“What. Is. This?” Jade managed to finally stammer out with much consternation.
“What do you think it is?” said Gene finally.
“It is a disgrace to my profession. It is everything that I hate about society. This is the very reason why I stay out here and avoid all those… people.”
“Doesn't seem that dangerous to me,” answered Gene, smirking.
“That’s because you don’t know what that thing can do.”
“Oh, so it can move and has a life of its own now?”
“No, it just captures the lives of whatever hapless lady happens to be forced into using that thing.”
“Really.”
“It is the soul-sucker of society, the symbol of desperation, the bane of my existence,” replied Jade with bitterness.
“So much disdain for such a thin, dainty thing.”
“Its qualities are not the important th
Miss Expert RepliesMiss Expert RepliesMiss Expert Replies by ~tmwillson3
Dear Seriously Peeved Sarah;
Life at the tender age of 15 with a stepmother is not always swell; however, it is not the end of the world. Sometimes, life is not fair.
It is hard to see right now, but it is something which you must learn eventually, one way or the other. In your case, your stepmother cannot simply go away, seeing as she is loved by your family. It is in these moments when wishing your stepmother away is not enough, and you need to learn to talk to her, maybe even love her.
Sometimes, the truth hurts. Yes, you can’t be with your Real Mom, but if you constantly bring that up in your mind, it wil
Call Me, Maybe?A Labyrinth Song CrackficCall Me, Maybe? by ~tmwillson3
I threw a wish in the well.
Don’t ask me, I’ll never tell;
I looked to you as it fell,
And now I have a dream.
It’s Valentine’s Day,
And I am lonely,
So I came to this party,
And now I want my dream.
Your stare was holdin’
Red leather, skin was showin’
Hot room, windows open
Where you think you’re going, baby?
Hey, I just met you,
And this is crazy,
But here’s my number,
So call me, maybe.
Loud music blaring,
Hot bodies grinding,
Someone takes my hand,
And we make a stand!
We dance all night long
With no grinding at all,
Wearing a cute mask,
And some hot, tight pa
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Escaping an Exploding Snap"Could y'maybe assist me with this Freddie? I keep messing up with the buttons "Escaping an Exploding Snap by ~ScarletQuill
Looking in the tiny kitchen mirror, attempting to get dressed for a formal occasion, he was having trouble with his collar.
"Ya don't need to bother Georgie - just be sure the links sent are secure."
"Strange shapes these -"
Aligning the cogs, tightening them to his wrists. And despite the lack of help moments before; fastened the cuff links to his brothers sleeves as well.
"I know you're excited and all but you've got to calm down. I can hear your heart beating -"
"I'm fine mate but your heart is ticking in a rather odd -"
Ticking like a...
Exchanging a panicked look, the twins realized they'd been suckered.
"Where did you say these came from?"
"In a black box. They were in ...lime green tissue paper."
Another expression swapped.
Together they were the colors of a vengeful potions master.
Attempting to smooth things over, Fred blurted.
"There was a
Getting NowhereA worm crawled halfway out from within -Getting Nowhere by ~ScarletQuill
saw his other side and was smitten!
"Would you like to join me -" he offered sweetly
"for a bit of the finest northwest ground?"
But his other side would not come around.
"Perhaps just a little walk -"the worm tried again.
I shall listen while you talk."
But to his tail, all efforts were rebuk(ed)
"Please beloved," he inclined "I beg you to speak!"
But the worm's tail just turned the other cheek.
So downcast he slinked away,
in the sapphire blue rain.
Never knowing - how close,
he had exactly came.
An effort to speak from the heart,
is like writing in the sand.
Unless delivered directly-it's usel
Sta.sh
