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You lifted your gaze,

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"Alright men! Ready.. Aim.."
You broke free of the strong grip of your German fiance and bolted towards the shooting grounds.
"Fire!!"
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Lucky Stars [Sick!Norway x Reader]

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The Brownie

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For most people cleaning is a job that is preformed quickly. A duty that is a boring necessity. For others, cleaning is a habit, something that is done at the end of every day.

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-----4 Month Time Skip-------

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So please don't judge me
And I wont judge you
Cause it could get ugly
Before it get's beautiful
Please don't judge me
And I wont judge you
And if you love me
Then let it be beautiful...

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You're hearing rumors about me
And you can't stomach the thought
Of someone touchin' my body
When you're so close to my heart
I won't deny what they're sayin'
Because most of it is true
But it was all before I fell for you
So please babe.

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A Matter of Choice

by ~openmeadow, Apr 29, 2010, 10:05:30 AM
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"Estel, you are not trying!"

Swords clashed in the courtyard.

"You are distracting me, Elladan!"

"Do you think that there will be no distractions in an attack?" his brother called, intentionally forcing Estel's attention away from the flashing weapons.

"There is no such thing as try!" Estel shot back, seemingly randomly, surprising both himself and the twins. "Either one does, or one does not." A sword thrust accentuated each word as he attacked. "In this case, I am."

"Elrohir! Be wary... our little brother has gained some wit at long last it seems...." Elladan called to Elrohir with a teasing smirk.

A Matter of Choiceby ~openmeadow

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As orginally submitted to the B2MeM month long contest.

Challenge: Create a story, poem, or artwork that responds to the following quote: "Do, or do not. There is no 'try'."

_{Part of a collaborative entry consisting of100 word drabbles.}

~Asphaniss Jun 6, 2010 Traditional Artist

This is the first piece I saw, and I already like it. I like the names and stuff and also how you wrote. I also like the title. ^^

~openmeadow Jun 6, 2010 Student Writer

WoW Glad to hear that the first impression was a positive one

. I do have to give due credit though, the names are the property of Tolkien (hm... I'd better check to make sure I've got that noted somewhere...).

~Asphaniss Jun 12, 2010 Traditional Artist

Ah alright, yeah now that you mention it, it sounds like the styles of Lord Of The Rings. But still, your pieces in particular are written well. ^^

~openmeadow Jun 13, 2010 Student Writer

Thank you ever so much!

~Asphaniss Jun 14, 2010 Traditional Artist

Aw your welcome. How are you though? Usually you can find me in PokeCentralRP most of the time. Also you can try AnimeArtists, and WritersForLife. If you ever wanna chat in the chatrooms. ^^

~openmeadow Jun 14, 2010 Student Writer

Sounds good!

~Asphaniss Jun 19, 2010 Traditional Artist

Awesome ^^

*Lirulin-yirth Apr 30, 2010

May I ask you how have you come to choose these characters for this challenge, not others?

~openmeadow Apr 30, 2010 Student Writer

You certainly may ask! However, I fear my answer may not be what you're looking for. For this challlenge, I don't really remember 'choosing' these characters. Rather, they simply wrote themselves into the story, not that I was about to complain though.

*Lirulin-yirth Apr 30, 2010

I see...

Thanks for the answer!

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