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Come and be merry at the Panda Ball, May you be a friend, May you be a foe, come and be merry at the Panda Ball, But beware of the fiend or lose your love ones and be filled with woe. Meimei quickly scanned through the poem she wrote hastily for her elder brother, Wang Yao. After staring at it for several minutes, she realized what was missing from the invitation and scribbled down where and when the Panda Ball takes place. Time: Tonight at 5-11:30 pm Place: Wang Yao’s mansion on 24th Ave, Dragon Street (Note: Wear casual clothing and enjoy yourself.) Satisfied, she made four more copies and sent them to Alfred, Kiku, Iggy, and Iva

*Timeskip brought to you by rainbow barfing magical pink unicorns* The four girls burst through the door of the world conference room, all wearing cool matching spy outfits except for Bry for some reason. 'She wore a Sherlock Holmes detective costume with the cool pipe thingy.' They all wore cool spy glasses and walked perfectly in sync in slow motion. (YEAAH! They're cool like that, or they'really being extra dramatic.) "ALRIGHT!  Listen up people!" Teresa slammed her fist on the table.  The whole place quieted down. "Our dear Kenny has been poisoned and is now in a coma." she announced. "We believe someone had poisoned thi

I woke up surrounded by deep murky blue water. Turning around to survey my surroundings, I saw no one, not even a single life form. Where am I? Or should I say who am I? I floated around, my body felt sluggish and slow as if weighed down by something. I hugged my knees, shivering from the cold. Where do I go? Drifting aimlessly,  I waited for someone or at least something to pop out of nowhere and explain everything to me. "Someone please help me," I whispered in a hoarse voice. I feel scared and all alone in this mysterious place. "I don't want to be alone..." Ring! Ring! A pale hand groped around the dresser, searching for the alar

I have this monster inside of me And it's slowly eating me away But most of the time is sleeps And doesn't do any harm But sometimes it goes out of control One day I met a little boy He is very kind and sweet We became very close friends Because we are naive little kids His name is Matthew Williams He has a jerk for a twin brother I don't like his twin brother But I pretend to like him anyways His big brother bullies Matthew He often smacks him on the head A horrible feeling bubbles inside me And the monster becomes restless His little brother asks me why Why I am doing this to him The monster laughs at his pleas And it ran towards him w

 Bonjour, you seem to be very interested in this painting. It's an untitled painting. Ohonhonhon, it was painted by a very talented artist who went missing after she completed it. There's even a story why she's missing. If you don't mind listening to an old man's story, I'll tell you about it. (Name) sighed as she sat in her bed, staring out at the window. It was early spring, light pink cherry blossoms were blooming. She mused over how much life is like a flower. It would bloom beautifully at it's prime before withering up and die. Sadly, name won't live to see the blossoms at their prime. Cancer had invaded her body, and nearly took her li

Natalya stared blankly at the puzzle before her.A half completed that she started at what seems ages ago. She carefully selected the a piece inspecting it with a great interest before placing it into the correct spot. Except, the piece didn't fit in at all. Just like her. Such a stupid girl for trusting them with your secret. Natalya squeezed her eyes shut, trying to shut the nagging voice out from her head. It happened more than once, but you never learn your lessons. "Shut up, shut up, shut up," she muttered as she try to force the puzzle piece to fit. It must fit, she know it must fit. Should we take another trip down the memory l