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MegatronxReader: In the Diary of Jane

How you ended up meeting the leader of the Decepticons was very farfetched beyond standards, but you still had thoughts. He thought of your "perfection" compared to any other human, but what was really up. You were gonna find out thought, one way or the other. If I had to I would put myself right beside you So let me ask Would you like that? Would you like that? You woke up from your somewhat long nap and walked to find the leader that took you in. You were a misfit among your peers, different from him, but he didn't mind that you were sort of special. As you walked into his room, you notice he was just waking up from recharge. 'Maybe I sho

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MegatronxReader: In the Diary of Jane by PrincessAlley12, literature

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I walk with a child by CrumbledWings, literature

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I walk with a child

I walk with a child of buoyant energy and an innocent smile tainted by beguiling eyes which deceive his fingers into places they do not belong. With me, a child runs, his affable smiles and small bare feet encircling me, his dwindling youth burning limply on a stick held in his innocent fingers and watched with rapt pupils. Away from me, a child scampers his bright smile reflecting the fire at his fingertips as he waves and twirls the branch and its flame reaches and reaches out for him, for his consuming eyes till it reaches and grabs grabs his eyes and refuses to release his gaze. Ahead of me, a child burns and as I pass him I t

MATE by wildnekogirl, literature

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MATE

CHAPTER TWO When morning came megatron felt the kitten licking his muzzle. "Mmm." He opens his eyes to see he was right the tiny thing was licking him. "And what are you doing?" He asked. "I was trying to wake you." Said bee as he curled up close to the muzzled. Megatron just smiled at this and yawn. "Well I'm up now." He slowly stud up and stretched. As megatron walked to his food bowl he looked between his legs to see bee following behind. He smiled a bit and ate his food slowly as the kitten tried to claim up the bowl to get some food. Megatron can't help himself from lighting at this. "Need some help?" he asked as she sat and w

MATE by wildnekogirl, literature

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MATE

CHAPTER ONE Out in an ally there was a tiny yellow kitten with black strips trying to find a warm place to sleep. Out on the streets in the snow was a big gray dog with some red marking walking down the street with his master. Little bee was slowly making his way on the side walk to see two big beast head to him. Megatron heard little meows and looked ahead to see a yellow and black kitten. He barked at his master who looked down at the kitten. "Well what are you doing out here?" Bee looked up at the giant thing and meowed. "Awww megatron you won't mind if we take him home?" and the human got a bark back because megatron really didn't

You Will Pay by WordOfChen, literature

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You Will Pay

I can taste the fear upon you: The cold sweat in your palms, The eyes that dart at shadows, And the lips that are forced into a tightened smile. You wait beneath the blankets, Shivering each night as the anxiety rises. You gasp at the slightest sounds and quiver... For you are afraid of the curse that comes. In your mind you see what you have done to me. You watched as you ripped my tongue And stole the very voice from my soul! But even if I am without a body, Even if I can no longer hold a knife to your throat. Fear alone is enough for me to silence you, And I will NEVER allow you to be heard!

I am the daughter of a sailor. by DearPoetry, literature

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I am the daughter of a sailor.

There is pure sea water rushing through my veins & my vocabulary can be just as colorful. But, how do I begin to tell you we all have jungles growing & growling in our chests?- Wild, fierce, untouchable by human hands? Sometimes, I like to pretend it’s Draco residing in this chest of mine- his smoke clogging my lungs, choking & suffocating me. I have forgotten how to write poetry- or anything with a shred of feeling. I have no space left within myself for celestial, fire breathing dragons- because I realize now when I look in the mirror, I do not see my father.

Untitled by CrumbledWings, literature

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Untitled

I look on with pestilence hidden beneath a thin veil of civility, far too thin to hide such vastness and it cracks, the shards of my visage crumble beneath your unbecoming joy and you are affront with an ocean, a sea of unvarnished wanting. You're adrift in my rapids and the sky cries pitifully for you and the winds whisper apologies but do not trust either. The sky wants only to drown you and the winds are not worthy of your trust. Poseidon beckons to you and I volley curses like his tridents Which I'll never touch. I am nothing and while you look upon my vastness with optimism I look on with pestilence hiding an opaque sorrow I will not m

Poisonous Eyes by CrumbledWings, literature

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Poisonous Eyes

“There once was a child. This child was no different from a child you might find elsewhere. However where you’d find this child was what made it unique. The child was left behind in the forest without family or home ;however, the child did not weep for it was not alone. In the forest a bird gazed upon this child without love. Without hate. Without care. It saw the child and that was enough. It saw the child when no else did. So the child loved the bird. The child loved the bird as one might love a mother. And the bird gazed upon this child. As the child grew, the bird’s gaze also grew. Into something more. Into frittered whi

Orchestra by Poetrymann, literature

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Orchestra

Four a.m is uneasy - time purloined and left hanging on the bed posts. You said I crowd your sleep, feet and hands slipping cotton, pulling dreams in paper streams like the nest of wasps growing restless in the tree. Your legs make room for me, for the sound of weather happening on the roof, and warm the space above us, setting fire to the drapes again. Just let me feel your clavicle press under my hips where daylight squeezes in and hinges us. So we both can waken slowly, you know, like kids in summer who long for everything to never end and the sky to be an orchestra

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