Friendshop.
"Buy a day to have a friend, in exchange for a day to be miserable."
Says the sign by the door.
I bought a friend one day. What is another miserable day anyway?
I've been having lonely bad days since I can remember.
When I make "friends"; they always leave me in the end.
Whether they moved on from something we both used to like, or they find someone better than me.
The hardest part of my miserable days, is seeing groups of happy people.
Most of all, if they are talking about the things I like. Why can't I be a part of their group? I ask myself sometimes.
Why can't I find a friend who can share a real bond?
So I rented a
Sleeping Princess On the Hill by WildWolfMoon94, literature
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Sleeping Princess On the Hill
"They say she is the fairest in the land," the prince says as James grabs the last of the ropes and his hammer to ensure the tent will not collapse in the night. The prince lounges against a tree, worn map bent over his knees, the yellowed parchment crinkling and tearing at the ancient fold lines.
"Of course, sire. But do keep in mind they say that about every princess and every maid covered in ashes."
The prince is not listening, trailing his fingers over their route through the mountains to the castle of yet another cursed lady. James did not expect a different reaction; a servant's job is to become used to being ignored. He straightens t
AsktheArtist Interview w K-Bo and Sarah Transcript by kevinbolk, literature
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AsktheArtist Interview w K-Bo and Sarah Transcript
Interview with *kevinbolk
10/6/12
<thefluffyshrimp> Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is *thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview *kevinbolk, a hilarious and talented comic artist and creator of many popular works on deviantART.
<thefluffyshrimp> Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, Kevin.
<kevinbolk> Howdy! Glad to be here.
<kevinbolk> This is my first interview over chat, so I'm a bit nervous.
<thefluffyshrimp> First question!
<thefluffyshrimp> ~HathorLiderc asks "Were there any inspirations to your art style?" and ~Lazysupermutant asks "How d
There is a miniscule town, about a day's walk from here. You head straight for the mountains you see that peak there; the enormous one, tipped with snow? You walk right for that one, unwavering, over steep hills and down the other side. You turn left when you reach the stream with gold and rubies sparkling on the bottom do not pick any up, or go nearer than a rose stem's length to the bank of the river. Do so, and the creatures of the water will pull you in, kiss you until you cannot taste anything but melted ice and frozen treasures, and then leave you, your skin now pebbles of pure gold and your blood crystalized into the love
The Universe on a Ceiling (For a Daddy) by WildWolfMoon94, literature
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The Universe on a Ceiling (For a Daddy)
Once upon a time, that girl over there asked her daddy to paint the universe on her ceiling.
"I want the stars and the planets," she said, "Sirius and Andromeda and a supermassive black hole. Maybe some dark matter to lurk in the corners, or a quasar star instead of my kitty nightlight."
Her father went outside with a bucket and a ladder spun from sunlight, harvest at dusk, just as the sun slinks beneath the horizon. Her
father set the ladder on the hill behind the house, climbed up, and he wrung the universe from the sky.
He wrung out the stars and the planets, Sirius and Andromeda and a supermassive black hole, or maybe two. He wrung o