Abradux

In sun-kissed hues, a radiant sight, Tan skin gleams with golden light. Warmth infused in every cell, A symphony of shades that compel. While pale is praised for its ethereal gleam, Tan skin, too, holds a radiant esteem. Its golden hues, a testament to light, A tapestry that dances in daylight. Bronzed canvas, a masterpiece rare, A testament to sun's affair. Like amber kissed by nature's fire, A palette of warmth, a sunlit desire. Where moonlight bathes in silver's pure embrace, The sun's warm touch adorns tan skin's embrace. No less enchanting, with a golden sheen, It paints a portrait, vibrant and serene. In the morning's first light, as dawn's fingers gently trace, Across the horizon, the sun reveals its grace. And so, too, does tan skin, bathed in golden hue, A masterpiece painted in shades of amber and true. Like honeyed caramel, smooth and sweet to taste, Tan skin exudes a richness, a flavor interlaced. A blend of earth and sunshine, a fusion of delight, A testament to the

When I have a bad day Music take that away If I have many pain If there is only much rain If many memories remain I listen music once again I listen music and I can Suddenly for a little while With all my heart smile When I have a bad day If I have nothing to say Music take sadness away So I let the music play Sometimes if tears fall And I understand it all If I don't want to know If I want to let it go If pain silently does grow To you I will myself show Suddenly I'm much better Love never does shatter Love does me never break Chances I want to take The reality is also so fake That dreams always make The difference deep within Dreams let me forget all sin I let happiness now win Happiness I feel a little while If I feel again my bright smile If the darkness also disappears Together with all my deep fears I hope music take away all tears I suddenly do cry Today I also want to know why God did make the birds in the sky For you I will always forever try Sometimes a very hard goodbye

Freddy the ferret fanfic: -Freddy belongs to Back at the Barnyard on Nickelodoen.- Chapter 1 It was the summer of 2017, 11:45 AM in the quiet zone of the ferret city of Desertside, Utah. On the rooftops of the city, Freddy ran with his best friend Martin the Pine Marten, dressed as their alter-egos already going on an adventure. They ran in great distances from the streets of the city, running up the stairs and climbing up a street lamp, and jumping on the rooftop of a building that is the train station. “Okay, Martin, ready to set up on a little adventure?” Freddy said. “Ready, Freddy! Whatever your senses guide us!” Martin responds. “Awesome, now let’s get down to business!” Freddy initiates the journey. “You got it, buddy!” Martin responds enthusiastically. Freddy as Paranoid Man, and Martin as ‘The Honey Sable’, they both took their nerve-gripping journey by jumping on the rooftop of the train, they suddenly heard a loud popping sound inside the station, with

The first day back for Drake, Jake, Crystal, and Sean was met with excited chatter and applause from their classmates. Their fellow fifth graders swarmed around them as they attempted to step into the classroom, the four friends finding it difficult to squeeze past the excited ten- and eleven-year-olds who had circled around them, lobbing a barrage of questions at them that came so quickly that neither Drake, Jake, Crystal, or Sean were able to keep up or could even manage to answer even a single question. They pondered if this must be how it feels to be a celebrity. In that moment, they were certainly celebrities in their class. They hoped that Alex was having an easier time back at his school than they were. Alex, who had arrived at his middle school, Southeast Falls a short time after his younger friends had made it to their own school, stopped by his locker and dropped his bag off, but not before collecting his binder with two folders as well as papers and utensils in it, science

In the student lounge at Dawn Mist High, the gorgeous Caramel Wilder was working on updating the school and her blog. She was stunning, and her skin tone was the reason for her name. She also possessed captivating tattoos on her body. She may've been sixteen, but since her parents operated a tattoo parlor, her father had given his permission as long as she didn't overdo it or request something inappropriate. Her mother had been less keen on the idea since their daughter wasn't an adult yet. However, it was her mother's job to assist in designing unique tattoos for everyone in the shop. So they'd reached a compromise of allowing three tattoos now where she could conceal them. Caramel brushed a strand of dark brown hair out of her face before employing Grammarly to spellcheck her blog. She'd finished updating the school blog and was now working on her own. She then heard a pretty voice say, “Hi, Caramel. Is this a bad time to join you?” Caramel looked up and saw her best friend

As expected at Shadow Falls High, freshman student Enya Hathway had her nose buried in a mountain of books in the library. However, today, she was reading to distract herself from her silently enduring anguish. Outside her friends group, others didn't know she had a myriad of mental illnesses. One of the worst was she felt highly depressed right now. She'd attempted talking to her psychiatrist a few days ago concerning how she felt with no success. She had requested a meds change, and the doctor just told her to change her mindset and make a friend.  It infuriated both her and her mother that the psychiatrist would be so dismissive. Particularly when Enya told her that she'd been waking up crying for weeks or how far down in the hole she was. Enya wondered why no one listened to individuals in crisis—or just listened in general, to be honest. She loathed the generalized statements therapists seemed to make or failed to realize their clients weren't all cut from the same cloth.  Enya

I haven't really hooked up In nearly 23 years But if I were gay I'd probably get lucky Too bad it grosses me out I once kissed a guy I thought, maybe? Maybe that's why I'm depressed? But the stubble on stubble Soured my stomach Once I woke up supine on a sofa Being french kissed by a dude And I was not pleased It's always guys coming forward Saying they like me This is my delusion of Grandeur No Tinderbox flame? If I had money I could, what? Be a sugar daddy! Cause no one actually likes me Gay guys like me But they just want to use Or be used And I want only one Dick in the bedroom I'd say that I disapprove Of anal penetration But you'll just hasten My trip to the big house So that I'd have my fill You'll tell me to Suck it! I'll mention Andy Dufresne And autonomic response And as you're spilling your seed I'll snap my jaws tight shut Punishment awaits those

This'll be a minor prototype since Ultrakill is still in early access and has yet to finish the final two layers (Fraud and Treachery) are yet to be released. So don't take everything here for granted of the final product of Ultrakill, it is just an educated guess from Dante's Inferno. So let us begin. V1 fell through the ninth layer of Hell, Treachery. The freezing layer was quite out of character in its own opinion. The rest of the layers were a little more hellish, excluding of course Limbo. It has been using the parts of other machines, demons, and available materials to improve itself. V1 was still a prototype that was improving slowly over time. And now, it is finally finished. It now had access to every variant of every weapon, even their alternatives. All blood stored within it could be recycled, he could technically fly, dashes are more effective, armor had been improved to collect more blood but also for more protection. Plus, after killing multiple Mindflayers, it learned

The doomsday device, the killing machine of evil enterprise and death's design Semi automatic for the people's army, for the people of war Autonomous, a serial killer without remorse A sociopath and a righteous prayer, virtuous without conscience A homicidal, suicidal maniac, a psycho killer Vengeance, mercilessness, soulless the living dead Anonymous and targeted of a victimless crime Making a killing just to stay alive, waiting your turn to shine and die Show no mercy, God willing and a terrorist act Judgement day the second coming and the apocalypse The day the earth burned and the Angels wept as the Heavens bled The day God returned and the dead stood up