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Dress I want to wear a dress. But my friends would laugh. I don't know how long I've wanted to wear a dress, but as I grew older the feeling became more intense.
"I want to wear a dress." I told my sister one day.
She looked at me funny. "Why?" She said. "You're a boy."
That's right. I'm a boy.
Watching You She always comes in around this time. Notebooks in one arm, laptop slung on the other. She always takes the booth in the corner, but even though its not my assigned station, I always serve that table.
I doubt she notices me, but I don't mind. I know how hard she works, between freelancing and her novel. I admire her. She's doing what she wants. I wish I could find something that I'm passionate about.
Until then, I'll be here on the sidelines, serving you extra bread sticks and making sure your water glass is always full.
Maiden I can never leave this island. That's what they told me on my eighth birthday. Happy Birthday, they said. Then, you can never leave this island, Guardian Maiden. Their exact words. How was I supposed to take all that in?
I didn't bother opening my presents.
I stayed in my room all day.
What was I supposed to do?
Eight years later, sixteen years old. I watch the ferry come and go. Days like this, I skip school. What's the point, I often thought. I'm stuck here, for the rest of my life. That was, until I met him.
He came off the ferry, lost like most newcomers to the island. He could have talked to anyone at the port, but instead, fo
The Gentleman and the Lady She arose from a deep slumber. She sat up, hearing a gentle tap at her chamber doors.
"Who's there?" A soft whisper fluttered across the grand room.
The knock came yet again. She slid out of bed, the candle light quivering from her movements. In silence, bare footsteps floated across the bedroom, her nightgown hovering and gliding behind her.
"Who's there?" She uttered again, hoping for any sort of answer.
Another knock came as the only reply. Her hand shook as she placed her frail fingers on the cool door knob. Nervously, she opened the luxurious door.
A gentleman stood at the entrance. He removed his hat as she bowed to the shiv
Muted Melody Danny sat along the boardwalk, strumming his guitar for spare change. He started slowly, with a mellow tune. The stings cried of love lost at sea and a new one springing forth from the same sea.
As he finished that tune, he followed up with a faster paced hymn of two lovers dancing in the moonlight.
Some people would stop to listen, few dropped change, but a few others didn't enough the music. One or two jokesters dropped trash in the guitar case.
At the end of the day, he managed to charm a collective of five dollars. He spent half of it on a cheeseburger at the burger pit at the end of the boardwalk.
"Danny boy! The regular?" The f
BailoutThis work of fan fiction contains characters, ideas, situations, and places found in the Hasbro Studios series "My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic". No infringement of copyright is implied by this work of satire and parody, and this work is meant as a celebration of the people involved in the creation, development, and production of the series.
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