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'Awkward Moments' Book 6 Epilogue
Written, Story Design and Character Design by Danton Damnark (DantonDamnark)
Original Concept by Lauren Faust (frye-flye)
Jiktin, Danton and Yulin were, once again, sitting at their usual spot at the cafe.
"So you're saying she had a crush on you in school?" asked Yulin.
"Sounds like she still does" said Jiktin.
Danton was still in a state of shock from the events from earlier today.
"I still don't understand why she made me wear a maid's uniform while I cleaned" said Danton.
Yulin smiled and tried to hold back a laugh.
"I can think of a reason" said Yulin.
"What is it-" said Danton before he realized what it was.
"Oh..." continued Danton.
Just then Frilly and Lilly ran past the group but doubled back to meet them up. Frilly was breathing heavily and couldn't talk.
"Hi everyone" said Lilly who too was out of breath.
"Why are you two so tired?" asked Danton.
"No reason" said Lilly
Across the BoardHe knows the sound
that all statues drown,
that faces mourned
become places toured,
and prestigious landmarks
in his town.
But he stays there.
Saying goodbyeSaying goodbye is the hardest thing
The more you love someone the more tears it brings
Our lives are short but the memories remain
Even through all the sorrows and pain
And that's what I feel is pain in my heart
It aches so badly because I feel we are far apart
But I know that you are right here with me
Because in my heart and mind is you I see
I can still hear your voice telling me you love me
And remember sitting in the backseat of your Oldsmobile
With Granny's purple fingernails reaching my brother and I a happy meal
Rasinettes and chocolate covered peanuts and dollars you would pull from the pocket of your shirt
Its crazy how something so small then can now cause so much hurt
Like when I was five riding four wheelers all over the place
And the feel of your beard stubbles against my face
When you would kiss my cheek and tell me bye
Those memories are so bittersweet because I want to smile but have to cry
Grandpa you mean so much to me
I could always look up to you
Your love wa
Klacz NocyUsiądźcie posłuchajcie bajki
o kucyku co Noc wziął na swe barki
ten Kucyk trudzi się niezmiernie
abyście wy moi kochani mogli spać spokojnie
Bowiem w ciemności Nocy
czyha wiele strasznych Mocy
Dlatego Ona pełni Wartę
Gotów ochronić królestwo jej sercu tak drogie
Niczym Cień kroczy między Snami
By pomóc nam zmierzyć się z naszymi obawami
Gwiazdy i księżyc trzyma swymi kopytami
Luna - Klacz Nocy
Chroni nas od złej Mocy
Choć sama Zła kiedyś zasmakowała
to jednak została z niego oczyszczona
jednak zanim ta chwila nastąpiła
Wiele od swych koszmarów wycierpiała
Lecz to daje jej siłę
By obronić Equestrię
Nie lękaj się zatem Mroku kucyku
bo Ona zawsze jest u twego boku
Choć bystry wzrok nigdy jej nie wyłapie
to Ten kto ma serce marzeń pełne
happily in painI hurt myself last night
Not on purpose, but in a crash
Just some bumps and bruises
And a little road rash
And as I poke at wounds
That start to heal
I remember how good
pain can feel
In Preparation for the Great Robot WarsThe sun which glints off steel and chrome
Refracted by the superdome
Constricts the pupils of professor
Who teaches bolts and volts and ohm
Through their masks the students wonder
of grassy knolls, ravines asunder
Geology’s of no import
While skies are loud with robot thunder
Gerund and interabang?
Of utile ore there lies the gangue
We learn the language of the drill
and iron claw with copper tang
We train our students by the score
to make scrap of the auto-corps
and extirpate our android fate
In measures for the robot war
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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