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posted by Poppygirl9904
Ok so this is my first Song Fiction so please not so many hate comments, but critscism is respected. This is a story of how i felt after my guy friend got mad at me and alisema that that he hated he. I am making a lot of post about to get my feelings out. So please enjoy! The song is Cold As wewe kwa Taylor Swift.


Sydney's P.O.V
hujambo Sydney...wait up, Alecia yelled while running toward Sydney. When Alecia caught up she asked
"Are wewe excited for the performance"
"Yeah", I alisema "We've been working on it and were definitely ready."
Are wewe inviting anyone, Alecia asked.
"Um, well i invited Jalyn, Aliyah, and Ben. Aliyah's out of town, Jalyn alisema maybe, and i haven't checked recently with Ben."
"Oh your inviting Ben", Alecia alisema in a lovey dovey voice.
"Yeah so?!"
"So I know wewe like him" she said
"Yeah whatever, i got to go i will call wewe when i get home."
"ok bye"
"Bye Alecia"
Was it that obvivious that I liked him? Oh well i will call him when i get nyumbani to see if he's still coming.
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You have a way of
coming easily to me
And when wewe take wewe
take the very best of me
So I start a fight cause
I need to feel something
wewe do what wewe want
Causes I'm not what wewe
wanted

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Sydney's P.O.V.

At Home
I grabbed my phone and i dialed Ben's number. I waited as the phone rang several times. Just then there was a pause and then a hello in a lowish voice, that i knew was Ben's.
"Hey",
"Hey",He answered back.
So ar-I was cut off kwa his voice.
"Hey can wewe call back in 20 minutes.
"Um yeah sure, bye.
He had hung up the phone, and left me on the other line just wondering silently to myself what had happened.

20 dakika later
I got the phone and called Ben...again. I wonder what was going on because he would ususally answer. I called at least 5 times, but just because the performance was important to me and none of my Marafiki could come. I guess he wasn't coming i had to get ready to perform. I hope everything was ok with him.
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The inayofuata Day
All i did today was worry about why he didn't come, if he was mad, and was everything ok with his family. Then i got a text from Ben that read:
GOD STOP CALLING ME
I quickly texted back knowing he was mad.
Sorry I had called wewe back in 20 dakika like wewe said. i wasnt trying to annoy you.
He texted back:
[b]Well don't call back, cause i hate talking to you, cause wewe never stop talking.

I began to get sad and i could feel tears beginning to form.
Well..whatever I don't need wewe and your crap!!!
And with that I began to cry, with big tears were rolling down my face.
_______________________________________________

Oh what a shame what a
rainy ending aliyopewa to a perfect day
Just walk away, Ain't no use
defending words that wewe will
never say

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Sydney's P.O.V

How could he do that to me?!I've known him since 5th grade, and we've been the best of buddies ever since.

I called Alecia and told her about what happened, and she alisema that he had no reason to treat me like that. We continued to talk and tried to make me happy, but there was no use i was really hurt kwa Ben. I thought:
Does he really mean this, au was it the spur of the moment and what I did? I sure hope it was because i cant afford to lose him, not now!
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But no matter what the excuse was what he did was pretty mean. If it was the worng time for ne reason he could have easily picked up the phone and told me
A- Can't talk now
OR
B- I can't make the performance

If he told me that I would have easily stopped calling him and we wouldnt be in this problem.
All my Marafiki think he's a BIG JERK for doing that, and I guess i agreedbut i feel that there's something else I'm feeling besides hate. Thinking about it now it still doesnt give him the right to treat me like that, that was like the meanest things anyone had done to me!!!
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And know that I'm sitting
here thinking it through
I've never been anywhere
as cold as you
wewe put up walls and paint
them all a shade of grey
And i stood there loving wewe
and wished them all away

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I went to my room and looked at a picture of me and all my friends, I was standing kwa him smiling my moyo out, i looked at his smile and he looked happy too. Then I thought about the times when
his life was grey and sad and i had told him stuff to cheer him up, au made jokes au cards.
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I went down the line of pictures and the smiles seemed bright but the farther i got the zaidi they faded and he seemed bored.
Should i have saw this coming
I remember him recently telling me that my dreams were really big, but did he mean it in a bad way??
I was too smitten to even wonder au realize.

And wewe come away
with a great little story
Of the mess of a dreamer with
the nerve to adore you

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After realizing he could be a big jerk i realized it was not MY loss but HIS own loss, because now he no longer has a great Marafiki who cares, supports, au is there for him anymore. I'm gonna let him walk out of my life because apparently he doesn't care about my feelings.

Oh what a shame what a
rainy ending aliyopewa to a perfect day
Just walk away, Ain't no use
defending words that wewe will
never say, And know that I here
thinking it through I've never
been anywere as cold as you

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I thought about the times when i talked to him about series things like family, school, and people being mean. He often gave me advice when i needed it au cheered me up when i was down...but did he mean it??? And whenever i did something for him he kinda seemed happy, but looking back it seemed like he could have faked it. I was always happy for him no matter what, and i would have done anything to be his girl.

You never did give a
dang thing honey but I
cried, Cried for wewe and
I know wewe wouldn't have
told nobody if I died,died
Died for you

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I decide to forget most of the memories we had together, like phone calls, pictures, school classes anything. I thought of when we talked on the phone when he laughes and the pictures we took of us smiling and having a good time was just faking smiles? If he was then its not fair that he played me like that, and smiling and acying like he was having a good time is bogus and wont make up for how he hurt me. I just think its just a shame we had to end our friendship over nonsense

Oh what a shame
what a rainy ending
aliyopewa to a perfect day
Every smile wewe fake
Is so condescending counting
all the scars wewe made

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Sydney's P.O.V.

As much as I hate him being out of my life its an opportunity to put the past behind me and songesha on. But if he wants to appologize I'm zaidi than fine with that, but i don't think that our friendship will be the same because we hit a COLD spot that changed our lives and relationship.

[i]Now that I'm sitting
here thinking it through
I've never been anywhere
As Cold As You
Ooooooooooo
Wooooahhhhh
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Hey how did wewe guys like it, leave me a maoni on how i can improve cuz i would be happy to now so i could do better. This was my first and definitly not my last SongFiction. If wewe like my uandishi let me know if there's aong wewe want me to do! I will be glad to try and attempt it. Thanks For Reading!!!!!!!!
posted by Skitty_Love
Celeste's POV

As I walked through the leave-crunching forest, a familiar scent started past my nose. "I know this smell, I just can't name it.. Hmm..." I tried to forget about it and songesha on but it began to bug me. Soon after I stomped through, the irritating smell getting my temper up. "Teehee, w-wow.. I upendo this spell book my father gave me!" I perked up anxiously. A voice? A-a girl voice.. She didn't sound like anyone I knew.. Should I find her? What if shes a wi.. No, she couldn't. I cautiously walked toward the voice, and wewe know what was weird? The smell began to rose. I was itching...
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posted by StarWarsFan7
Angel's POV

All of my life, it's been pretty much very normal. With school, home, and learning some new spells. As a wizard myself, we have to keep our gift, a secret. There's nothing worse than confronting a witch. Ohh...! Just thinking about those ogres gives me the chills! The magical setting in our family wizard lair is deep in a closet. To tell wewe the truth, it's rather large! If wewe open my closet door (which is the entrance to the wizard lair) it will just be a normal clothing closet. But if wewe cast a certain spell on it, the closet is now the wizard lair. My dad, Miguel is the full...
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posted by Skitty_Love
Celeste's POV:

Since a long time ago, 30 years to be exact, wizards and witches have been mortal enemies. The wars. The discrimination. It would not stop. Thankfully now, it has settled down. That doesn't mean the hatred has stopped, it just means we witches make sure we don't go anywhere near wizards.

"Wha-BAM!" I sent a powerful charge into my hand. A neon machungwa, chungwa light fired at the object I held in my right hand. "Hahahaha! Perfect!" I cried. The sweet chai I had was now turned into a one of many healing potions. I sighed enlightened. "Another job well done, Celeste." I had to admit, I was a...
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posted by para-scence
Along with the excitement of having a baby, I also became very worried. What would happen if I had a seizure during the pregnancy? What if my medication harmed the baby? I went on the computer and began searching for answers. Blake stood behind me, kusoma over my shoulder.

"It says wewe can continue, au stop your medication... It's up to wewe and your doctor," he read aloud. I nodded.

"It also says major seizures can be dangerous..." I sighed. He patted my shoulder. "But, if I do take the medication, there's an increased risk of birth defects."

"What are wewe going to do?" he asked. I sighed.

"I...
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posted by para-scence
There wasn't much difference between being Blake's girlfriend, and being his wife. I only noticed two changes. One, I felt a little closer to him. Now that I knew he loved me enough to marry me, I felt like any other doubts were untrue. Also, I wore a ring on my finger now. Those were the only changes thanks to our marriage. I'd been with him so long, in a strange way, it was like we'd been married for years already. We went on a honeymoon to Florida for a while, but neither of us are big travelers; so it was good to get nyumbani after that.

The glory of being newly-weds only lasted about a month,...
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"Good kwa danny," I alisema kissing him on the cheek one last time."we may not see each other again but I will remember you." for the past week danny and i have been dating on a crusie. (sorry spelling? my mind is not working today.)We both knew the siku would come when we would not be able to see each other. Now it had come. I hugged him and walked down the gang plank.

4 months later

I went to the camp I had worked at for two years now. It was all so familar when I bummed into my best friend Max. He reminded me off Danny. But when ever I saw danny he reminded me of him. Was it max who I really liked and not danny? There's only one way to find out "max?" I alisema to him "What?" he said. "Da ya think we could..... like go to a movie au somthing?" "sure!" he said. And we had a great time.
posted by Insight357
The five months had passed quickly. Nothing much had changed, except I was sleeping in Alexander’s kitanda on a regular basis. I was also much happier. I didn’t have panic attacks as often, but that could’ve been because I didn’t have the stress I used to.
    Alexander and I had been packing. We were moving to Russia. Dr. Anozi and all my family were over there. Alexander’s parents had passed, and he didn’t have any relatives. He was okay with the move. I was excited about going home. It had been years. The only thing I had seen of nyumbani was the occasional postcard...
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posted by para-scence
"Aren't wewe excited?" Dad asked again. My jaw hung open, and tears welled up in my eyes.

"Yeah, Dad. That's great." I stood up and went to my room. I paced in my room for a while, fiddling with my fingers. The tears filled up more, making it nearly impossible to see anything. This can't be happening. He was trying to start a new family. He was recreating what we had before we... There was a knock at the door.

"Irina?" It was Dad. I ran over to the door, and locked it just as he tried to open the door. "Irina, please let me in. I want to talk to you."

"Go away!" I cried. The whole thing felt so...
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posted by GabbyRaptor
There I am... Gabby Raptor.... " I miss him" I say to myself standing on a montain... alone. Then I hear a voice..." Mike...?" I say.... Nothing there... Mike was an old family friend... He was like a father to me.... The father that left me when I was five... My mother she went after him and eventuly died... I found that out 3 years later after the acedent.... Mike was a good friend.... All I have left of him is his horse "Boxer". It was my fault the killer got to Mike... It always is my fault.... I'm nothing but trouble... But what sadens me zaidi is that I'm rejected...My 3 brothers and my...
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posted by para-scence
A while later, Blake had to leave for football practice. We didn't get to finish the project, but he alisema we could work on it sometime during the week. It was strange, I actually felt a little sad when he left. I shook it off; I barely knew the guy.

"See ya in school," he smiled. I nodded, and he left.

I spent the rest of the siku doing nothing; I didn't have work today. Then I heard the front door open. Crap, did I forget to lock it?! Did Drew get in?! My moyo was racing. What do I do? Should I just go to him? Should I hide and hope he thinks I'm not here, then he'll leave? My fear was so strong...
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Title inspiration: Bang Bang kwa Nancy Sinatra


This fanfiction is a crossover between the Joker from the Dark Knight and Sweeney Todd. It has its own strand, and it is possible that there appear some new characters, au not.
Batman is not supposed to, but maybe I will change my mind about that later.

The setting is England, London, in the 19th century - the Victorian Era.


But the most important part: this text is originally in german. I translated some of it into English, but most of it I didn't, so I fear wewe have to use Google for this.
If wewe request my translation, though, I might do it.

Sidenote:...
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posted by sawfan13
I got out my cooking bag and my little travel oven. I was going to do my best making Lil and Howl's wedding cake. I know I seem like a nerd taking a travel tanuri, joko and a cooking bag, but I upendo cooking wherever I go. It's weird, but wewe never know when wewe need it! I was rummaging through my bag, but there was one important thing missing. The flour. I can't make this cake without flour, and wedding with no cake just doesn't make any sense to me! I just wanted to get started on it while Howl is teaching Lilith to vine swing. Not to sound rude about my sister after reconciliation, but Lilith isn't...
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posted by para-scence
I folded my arms, trying not to look at him. Blake was one of the biggest jerks I've ever seen. He's broken so many girls' hearts; he had no regard for their feelings au anything. Now he was dating Heidi, a girl I also didn't care for. He looked at me with an expression of... fear? au was it hate? Who knows.

"Uh.." he alisema stupidly. "What's your name?"

"Irina," I mumbled.

"I'm Blake," he said. I nodded, not really giving a fuck. "...Do wewe want to get to work?" I shrugged.

"What're we doing?" I asked quietly. He explained that we were to interview each other; find out about each other's lives,...
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posted by para-scence
I sat on the jikoni counter, in the painful silence. I wanted this, why was I so sad? There was a knock on the door, and my moyo skipped a beat. I went and got it, and was surprised to see it was Andrew.

"Hey. I was hoping wewe weren't gone yet," he smiled. I smiled weakly.

"Hey. What's up?" I let him in.

"Just wanted to say goodbye. And see how you're feeling." My hand instinctively went back up to my throat, the gauze still wrapped around the healing stitches.

"I'm doing good. Thanks."

"No problem," he sighed. "So, Belinda's probably going to be in for life; for murder and attempted murder."...
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posted by para-scence
The inayofuata day, I woke to an empty house. I guess I overslept. For the longest time I had been trying to calm Carmine down. He did eventually, but then was out of it and couldn't cook dinner. So I took over, making pasta. Then later that night, Nikolai called me into his room to ask about what he missed while he was gone. I explained everything, and I had to include the part about how I left, even though I had been told not to.

I went to the kitchen, where Nikolai had left a sticky note:

"Stay home. I mean it, Harley. -Nikolai." I rolled my eyes, but decided I'd be a good girl and listen today....
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posted by para-scence
It had been almost a mwezi since I arrived at Gail's place. It wasn't that bad there. Actually, it was a lot better than I thought it ever would be. Since then, I had had absolutely no contact from my brothers. I was starting to get worried. How was Reed? Was Nikolai happy I was gone? Did they even miss me? One Saturday morning while I was eating breakfast Gail must;ve noticed I was in a mood.

"What's up, kiddo?" she asked.

"I just miss my brothers," I shrugged it off. "They haven't called au anything,"

"Well that's 'cause they can't," Gail alisema with a strange hint of optimism in her voice. They...
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posted by gabatron3000
 Oni
Oni
I was sitting. Doodling on a notepad with a purple pen and sitting on my inayopendelewa green beanbag chair.

“Oni, Oni!”(Oh-nee) Yelled my eldest sister June as she jogged into my room oh so gracefully. I sat upright, noticing that I was slouching again.

'Sit up straight au you’re gonna get a crooked spine and spend the rest of you’re life in a wheelchair.' I mocked my Mom’s frequent nags. She’s a Chiropractor, wewe know how they are.

“What is it my Lovely sister dear?” I asked June snidely while rolling my eyes.

You see, I haven’t been in the best mood these past few months. I...
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posted by para-scence
The inayofuata morning, I was woken up kwa a blinding light. I groaned and covered my eyes with my arm. What the hell was Nikolai au Carmine doing in my room this early?! I rolled over onto my stomach, smothering my face in my pillow.

"Good morning, Sunshine!" a female voice said. That woke me up.

"Huh?!" I said, leaning up real fast. Then I realized it was Gail. Then I realized I wasn't home. I frowned and rubbed my eyes. Gail had opened the blinds right kwa my bed. I looked over to the kitanda inayofuata to me; Scout was gone, her kitanda already neatly made.

"It's almost ten o'clock," Gail informed me. Then why'd...
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posted by para-scence
The inayofuata morning when I woke up, I was still on the couch. Reed was still deeply asleep, but Carmine was gone; probably at work. It was a salama bet that Nikolai was gone too. I stretched slowly; my body was really sore from sleeping on the kitanda like that. I yawned and slowly got up, not wanting to wake Reed up. I took a quick shower; the scar on my leg starting to become irritated. I put some burn medicine on it; because that's all we had that might help. I wrapped gauze around my leg. Then I got dressed and went to the jikoni for breakfast. There was a note on our tiny refrigerator.

"Harley,...
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posted by para-scence
"It won't be so bad," Micah said. He held my hand in both of his, as we sat on the porch swing.

"I know..." I alisema sadly. But it will be. The foster family that was taking me in lived a half saa away from here. I'd be going to a new school, have a new house, need to make new friends, and even live with new people. There's something not everyone gets to say. And I wouldn't be able to visit Micah.

"Alessandra!" called Mrs. Peters, my new foster-Mom, called. Her and her husband had finished putting my bags in the car, something they insisted on doing themselves so I could say goodbye to Micah....
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