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OC Bio: Kylie Shaun:iconblue-Kplz: :iconblue-Yplz: :iconblue-Lplz: :iconblue-Iplz: :iconblue-Eplz:       :iconblue-Splz: :iconblue-Hplz: :iconblue-Aplz: :iconblue-Uplz: :iconblue-Nplz:
Kylie's full name is Kylie Hannah Shaun. She's a blue-haired 12-year-old rich, pretty, flat-chested girl who does nothing but spend, spend and spend money.
 She's raised by two well-known, rich couples and has two siblings (1 brother & 1 sister). Her parents' names are John and Mia Shaun. [I'm not saying her siblings' names for some reason]
 Kylie's parents hides a secret and that secret is about Kylie's past. Her true parents sold her to them when they were newlyweds. Her true parents are so poor, not a single coin is in their pocket. Means, they decided to sell their daughter because they can't raise her and they desperately need money.
The Shauns gave everything Kylie wants that's why she grew up as a spoiled brat. They are very wealthy that they can go to any place they want
Six Word Life StoryMy passions constantly remain a secret.
Zelda Documentary (WIP)This is a school assignment! I could really use fellow Zelda fan's insights/ opinions on this! Also, if I have an facts wrong, being corrected with a source would be nice.

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(8-bit Zelda theme from Zelda 1 plays in the background) [footage of various Zelda games] Adventure. Music. Excitement.  All such words describe one of videogame’s most beloved and longest running franchises, The Legend of Zelda.  It has captured the hearts of millions of gamers worldwide.  With great controls, compelling music, character’s and stories, Zelda has truly become a game series for the ages. [cut to footage of focusing on Link a/or official ar
All about Hurr Trains                    HURR TRAINS


                               If only I could get Morgan Freeman to read this to me  
                            
                                                        I do not own ANY pictures
                             Pictures belong to rightful owners.


Hurr Trains are a majestic creature that can be found at almost any carnival/fair. 
They have wheels and buck teeth and live on a
Chapter 2At lunchtime, you were afraid to go out for recess, because Mr/Ms/Mrs._______ had probably recruited an eighth grader to beat me up. There was (Bad student), who had been to three police stations, and who once spent the night in jail. "Why don't you go out for recess?" said Mr/Ms/Mrs._______ to you. You held up (Random book). "I thought I'd read." You replied. "Go out for recess." Mr/Ms/Mrs._______ said. "I wanna stay here." "Mr./Ms.(Last name)." She/He stood up and crossed her/his arms. "Ok, ok.." You said, and went out for recess.
"Hey, ______!" Shit, shit, don't come over here..! You thought to yourself. (Bad student) was near you. "______, you play Soccer? We need another person." He/She said. You hesitated. Mr/Ms/Mrs._______ was watching you from his/her window. "__________. You comin' or not?" He/She said, impatiently. "Sure, I'll play." You replied, and went with him/her. "You're on that side." he/she pointed. "I
AWell hi, this is an intro! I AWell hi, this is an intro! I just figured how to work devientart (im so slow) i introduce myself before i write or draw anything... my name is tigerneko (neko mean cat in japanese) i am 16 and am a otaku (idk if that should be a good thing or bad) plus i also take japanese (kyaaaa!!) But my main focas is dance, i am in competition and specialize in ballet. Soon there will be more stuff on my page so follow me! (Is it follow? Ive been on instagram too  much!)
I have become cumbersome; whenI have become cumbersome; when the labor lies in looking at me eye to eye, you are reminded of my travesties. I am the the boy who looks like a man,sitting in a corner. The burden of my love, so called, breaking gentile hearts. And as the tiny pieces turn to ash I become a man, staring at my empty hands.
My Little Step-BrotherI couldn't believe it. I never knew about him. I was kept in the dark. But for sure, my step dads son is coming to visit! He was 5 and heard he was an angel but I don't believe it. They are never angels. I wait for him at my house, steaming. Suddenly, the door opened and enter this cute little boy with white blonde hair and blue eyes. He was going to be a heart breaker when he grows up. "Uh hi." he said in a childish adorable little boy voice. "Hello." I said in my baby voice. He simply blinked at me then hesitantly hugged me. I was shocked at first. He hugged me! How unexpected. But, I liked it. It was a show of trust and affection eve though we are complete strangers. "I'm Mike." he said. "I'm Carolyn." I said. I had a feeling this was going to be a beautiful bond.
-TIMESKIP-
I hosed the young man down getting him throughingly soaked. He screams and hosed me down with the other hose. We where both in swim suits. Me in a blue one piece, him in black trucks. The young man in quest
Partial text"For the simple fact that I materialize my thoughts in lines, sketches (not always good) or words lined on the apparently endless white of a paper, I do not know: should I should call
myself an artist or just a dreamer who wants to be called like that?
My question may be wrong: art is meant to generate emotions or to impress and probably it is
not easy to put how you feel or what you think on a paper without practising or trying to improve your style.
I don't call myself an artist though I like how it sounds. Being the creator of your own
universe where you attract many dreaming minds seems to be a wonderful thing, but maybe it is not."
Chapter 3 - Illusionment and ClosureI would like to take this entry to talk about something hopefully a little more, I have recently confronted a family member, telling them how I felt about the current situation, and while it didn't go brilliantly well, with both parties being especially upset, I feel like it led to a lot of things being ought out into the open, and even if they didn't really do or say anything that made me feel their side of the situation had changed, I felt like they had been able to give me what I nee, and what I think a lot of people need when they're in this sort of state. To know that their loved ones will be there for them, and love them, regardless of
Do I Know You?Do I Know You? Those four words changes my life forever. It all started on my 13th birthday. My mother and me where coming back from a shopping trip (I got two new pairs of super cute shoes :D) and we where driving along the highway when suddenly a car came from nowhere and slammed into our car. It was terrible. Both of our cars exploded. Somehow the other drivers son and me both survived but our parents.... it's to terrible to explain, just use your imagination. I was in a shock, I couldn't speak, eat, drink, sleep. And it stayed that way for 3 weeks before they put me in therapy. My therapist was a man named Dr. Deeth, but you pronounce it 'Death'. He scares me. I hate him. One day I was walking out of Mr. Deeth's office when I ran into... that boy from the crash! He looked at me with emotionless eyes but suddenly they widened. He had shaggy black hair, green eyes, and was well built. And tall. I suddenly felt shy. I pulled slightly at my long red blonde hair, and made my green
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Over-whelmed...

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Over-whelmed...


I stand here, with my family...

I watch the military pageantry displayed...

Smiling and saluting...

Feeling the sense of dread and over-whelming thoughts...

I dash into a bed-chambre and sob!

No one knows my feelings, my overwhelming feelings!

No one knows! No one!

Of what it is to be who I am... to be me...


I watch my sister's birthday party as it commences...

I see the many gentlemen dancing with my proud sister...

I know even in sadness, one must grin and bear it...


Suddenly...


A slew of ladies, around my age ask for my hand to dance...

Feeling that over-whelming feeling... I run!

I run away from those girls!

They shout in French and Russian after me as I run...

I hastily lock myself in a closet crying bitterly and huddling in the corner...

Papa finally finds me...

Mama looks deeply worried...

They cannot understand the feeling I get...

Being who I am...

What the future holds for me...

Feeling this dread and how it scares me...

Like a scared little pup with his tail between his legs...

I cower in fear, so over-whelmed...

I cower because of who I am...
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Over-whelmed...

A piece as if written by His Imperial Highness, Tsesarevich Alexei Nikolaievich...

The over-whelming feeling of being who he was to become.. that scared, most frightening feeling... No one could have even begun to imagine the stresses he went through...

May God Bless and keep you all! Enjoy..
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*TsarevnaMaria May 8, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
:hug: lol my dear. Very well written.
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~Historybuff262 May 8, 2012
wow, i haven't seen this picture before. Alexei does look overwhelmed a little, or maybe sad and pensive
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