Jini-sama

Title: Popular Inspired by the songs ‘Flawed Design’ by Stabilo, ‘Powerless’ by Linkin Park, ‘Pure Imagination’ by Maroon 5, and finally, ‘Plastic Soul’ by This World Fair. Well, more like I thought of them as I wrote this. Plot: Popular isn’t all that it’s made out to be. Just ask the Once-ler. *Dark theme warning* Started writing this in English class while the idiots that sit at my table discussed prom, dating, and other shit that just pisses me off. Doesn’t help I had already had a bad morning. I guess you could say this is a vent of a sort. The Once-ler. The name alon

Summary: It is the anniversary of Norway’s independence, and Denmark has locked himself up in his house, refusing to speak to anyone and bursting out into fits of rage if anyone tries to visit him. What he doesn’t know is that Norway is standing outside his bedroom door listening to him cry, and contemplating on how to confront the man about his feelings. Knock, knock. Denmark bluntly ignored the sound of rapping on the door to his house, not wanting anything to do with the outside world or the people in it. Knock, knock. “Go away!” the Danish man yelled, glaring at the wall. Whoever was knocking did not knock agai

I’m standin’ at the bridge Waitin’ in the dark Thought that you’d be here By now It’s cold and silent I’m lonely and empty Why do I bother To speak to you I don’t know what to do All I ever long for Is for you to say “I care” But with your stupid remarks And your dot dot dots I doubt You would ever care I don’t know how And I don’t know why But No matter what you say No matter what you do I will always Always Love you

You were always an odd person. Even as a child, you were much different than the other children; much.. darker. You loved anything to do with the dark, whether it was dark/sadistic humor, blood, horror, etc. You enjoyed scaring the crap out of anyone, jumping out from the shadows at people and the like. Even more so, you were fascinated by the mythical Bogeyman. While other children fawned over Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny, you were addicted to the Bogeyman. He shared your dark obsessions and you felt that you were connected to him, in a sense. You believed that he existed, and that belief had stayed with you all the way to adulthood. You