“You did what?!?” Lucifer shouted.
“You heard me. I got to her first,” Xavier said with a smug look.
“I told you that I wouldn’t mind dating her. I thought you would’ve taken the hint,” Lucifer said exasperatedly.
“No, I didn’t take the hint, because I like her, too,” said Xavier.
“Even Wyatt would’ve understood that hint,” argued Lucifer.
“Well, Wyatt has known you longer, and he is-” Xavier was interrupted by the door slamming open. Wyatt stood in the doorway his gaze sharp, and deadly. He was wearing a black shirt, with a black coat over it. He, also, had on black pants, and dress shoes.
“So, which one of you sad bastards is taking my Lizybeth to the party tomorrow night?” Wyatt asked.
“Have you talked to her?” Xavier asked.
“No, but I’m sure one of you have asked. So, which one of you is it?” Wyatt asked again.
“I am, I asked, she said yes,” Xavier said proudly. “And now, Lucifer is being a bitch about it.”
“Really? Lucifer, suck it up. I’m proud of you, Xavier,” said Wyatt. “I will take her dress shopping in the morning, but until then, goodnight,” Wyatt left the room.
He walked through the Temple as silent, and stealthy as a cat. He was deep in thought about Xavier. He was one-hundred percent sure that Lucifer would be the one with her, not Xavier. He didn’t want to tell Lizybeth what he thought, but she may have just said yes, because she was desperate.
Wyatt came to her door. They had been friends so long that he didn’t bother knocking anymore. He went in, and found Lizybeth dead asleep on her bed. Wyatt quietly climbed up there with her. She was drooling on her pillow, snoring. Great. It reminded him of the sleepovers they would have together as kids.
He began to stroke her hair. He murmured in her ear that he loved her, but how ready he was to kick her ass.
“Lizybeth, get up,” Wyatt whispered patiently. She groaned, and rolled over. “I need to talk to you.”
“About what?” she asked groggily, blinking her eyes open.
“Well, first about what dress you are going to wear, but we can do that later. Anyways, what the hell are you thinking?!?” Wyatt shouted.
“I’m thinking that you’re sitting on my shin, and it’s starting to hurt,” said Elizabeth.
“Sorry,” Wyatt repositioned himself. “But, why Xavier?”
“I don’t know. I figured no one else would ask, and considering you’re a powerful warlock now I-I guess I just thought that you wouldn’t be hiding in the back corner. Like we used to do during those stupid school dances,” Elizabeth said sheepishly.
“Honey, I would hide with you. Who else would be your bitch?” Wyatt said this with a sincere look.
“I guess I would have to make do with myself,” Elizabeth was trying to keep a straight face.
“Eww!” cried Wyatt.
“Shut up, you do it, too!” Elizabeth laughed.
“Your point?” asked Wyatt.
“None, I have no point to prove.”
“But in all seriousness, I didn’t think you would say yes to Xavier. I mean, really. He is so not you type, okay,” Wyatt said this like a drag queen on cocaine. Elizabeth giggled.
“Do-do you like him?” asked Elizabeth nervously.
“Who, Xavier?”
“Yeah,” said Elizabeth watching Wyatt chew his lip nervously.
“Yes…a little bit, but I don’t think he’s…like me,” said Wyatt somewhat sadly.
“Honey, if you don’t want me to go with him, then I won’t. Honestly, I think Lucifer is a hell of a lot cuter,” said Elizabeth.
“Lizybeth, if you’re happy, I’m happy,” said Wyatt reassuringly. He stroked her hair one last time. “Well, you can go back to sleep. Oh, by the way, I’m going to take you dress shopping tomorrow.”
“Okay…Um, Wyatt? Can-can you stay with me tonight, I-I don’t want to be alone,” stammered Elizabeth.
“I will stay with you, if you move your fat ass over,” Wyatt said pushing her.
“Hey! My ass is smaller than yours!” said Elizabeth grinning.
“So?” said Wyatt.
“Goodnight, Wyatt,” said Elizabeth rolling over.
“Goodnight my dear, sweet Lizybeth,” said Wyatt cuddling her. A few minutes later she fell asleep in his arms.
“You heard me. I got to her first,” Xavier said with a smug look.
“I told you that I wouldn’t mind dating her. I thought you would’ve taken the hint,” Lucifer said exasperatedly.
“No, I didn’t take the hint, because I like her, too,” said Xavier.
“Even Wyatt would’ve understood that hint,” argued Lucifer.
“Well, Wyatt has known you longer, and he is-” Xavier was interrupted by the door slamming open. Wyatt stood in the doorway his gaze sharp, and deadly. He was wearing a black shirt, with a black coat over it. He, also, had on black pants, and dress shoes.
“So, which one of you sad bastards is taking my Lizybeth to the party tomorrow night?” Wyatt asked.
“Have you talked to her?” Xavier asked.
“No, but I’m sure one of you have asked. So, which one of you is it?” Wyatt asked again.
“I am, I asked, she said yes,” Xavier said proudly. “And now, Lucifer is being a bitch about it.”
“Really? Lucifer, suck it up. I’m proud of you, Xavier,” said Wyatt. “I will take her dress shopping in the morning, but until then, goodnight,” Wyatt left the room.
He walked through the Temple as silent, and stealthy as a cat. He was deep in thought about Xavier. He was one-hundred percent sure that Lucifer would be the one with her, not Xavier. He didn’t want to tell Lizybeth what he thought, but she may have just said yes, because she was desperate.
Wyatt came to her door. They had been friends so long that he didn’t bother knocking anymore. He went in, and found Lizybeth dead asleep on her bed. Wyatt quietly climbed up there with her. She was drooling on her pillow, snoring. Great. It reminded him of the sleepovers they would have together as kids.
He began to stroke her hair. He murmured in her ear that he loved her, but how ready he was to kick her ass.
“Lizybeth, get up,” Wyatt whispered patiently. She groaned, and rolled over. “I need to talk to you.”
“About what?” she asked groggily, blinking her eyes open.
“Well, first about what dress you are going to wear, but we can do that later. Anyways, what the hell are you thinking?!?” Wyatt shouted.
“I’m thinking that you’re sitting on my shin, and it’s starting to hurt,” said Elizabeth.
“Sorry,” Wyatt repositioned himself. “But, why Xavier?”
“I don’t know. I figured no one else would ask, and considering you’re a powerful warlock now I-I guess I just thought that you wouldn’t be hiding in the back corner. Like we used to do during those stupid school dances,” Elizabeth said sheepishly.
“Honey, I would hide with you. Who else would be your bitch?” Wyatt said this with a sincere look.
“I guess I would have to make do with myself,” Elizabeth was trying to keep a straight face.
“Eww!” cried Wyatt.
“Shut up, you do it, too!” Elizabeth laughed.
“Your point?” asked Wyatt.
“None, I have no point to prove.”
“But in all seriousness, I didn’t think you would say yes to Xavier. I mean, really. He is so not you type, okay,” Wyatt said this like a drag queen on cocaine. Elizabeth giggled.
“Do-do you like him?” asked Elizabeth nervously.
“Who, Xavier?”
“Yeah,” said Elizabeth watching Wyatt chew his lip nervously.
“Yes…a little bit, but I don’t think he’s…like me,” said Wyatt somewhat sadly.
“Honey, if you don’t want me to go with him, then I won’t. Honestly, I think Lucifer is a hell of a lot cuter,” said Elizabeth.
“Lizybeth, if you’re happy, I’m happy,” said Wyatt reassuringly. He stroked her hair one last time. “Well, you can go back to sleep. Oh, by the way, I’m going to take you dress shopping tomorrow.”
“Okay…Um, Wyatt? Can-can you stay with me tonight, I-I don’t want to be alone,” stammered Elizabeth.
“I will stay with you, if you move your fat ass over,” Wyatt said pushing her.
“Hey! My ass is smaller than yours!” said Elizabeth grinning.
“So?” said Wyatt.
“Goodnight, Wyatt,” said Elizabeth rolling over.
“Goodnight my dear, sweet Lizybeth,” said Wyatt cuddling her. A few minutes later she fell asleep in his arms.
♥ I've always mused about this significant quandary!
Here are some of the provided words that are in the English Dictionary and no other words rhyme with them.
♥
It is sometimes said that the words:
orange, purple, and silver ♥ are the only words which rhyme with no other words.
♥ Non-rhyming English words of two syllables or fewer
almond
aspirin
bachelor
chaos
chimney
circus
different (whether pronounced as two- or three-syllable word)
film
hostage
javelin
justice (only rhymes with proper nouns)
laundry
luggage
monster
month
citrus
office
olive
orange (only rhymes with proper nouns)
pint
penguin
pizza
promise (only rhymes with proper nouns)
purple
shadow
silver
transfer
vacuum
Here are some of the provided words that are in the English Dictionary and no other words rhyme with them.
♥
It is sometimes said that the words:
orange, purple, and silver ♥ are the only words which rhyme with no other words.
♥ Non-rhyming English words of two syllables or fewer
almond
aspirin
bachelor
chaos
chimney
circus
different (whether pronounced as two- or three-syllable word)
film
hostage
javelin
justice (only rhymes with proper nouns)
laundry
luggage
monster
month
citrus
office
olive
orange (only rhymes with proper nouns)
pint
penguin
pizza
promise (only rhymes with proper nouns)
purple
shadow
silver
transfer
vacuum
DOVEWING PVO
Tigerheart and Dovewing had finished playing around and were lying in the Great Oak together.
Dovewing was breathing in Tigerheart's soft muscular scent and playing with his tail gently. He was sharing tongues with her and talking about each other's life together.
Dovewing was content to be there with him, it had been ages and there were no other cats here, no Bumblestripe, no jealousy. No Ivypool and Toadstep, Cinderheart and Liomblaze and everybody telling her to get a mate, like Bumblestripe.
She was there with who she loved and who she cared about most.
TIgerheart began talking to her slowly, calmly, contently.
"Dovewing, I love you more than ever!" He purred.
"I love you too, Tigerheart." Dovewing murmured.
She crouched down and started to lick his smooth fur and he played around.
"Tigerheart..." Dovewing began.
"Yeah?" Tigerheart asked.
"Will you move to ThunderClan?" She asked.
Tigerheart and Dovewing had finished playing around and were lying in the Great Oak together.
Dovewing was breathing in Tigerheart's soft muscular scent and playing with his tail gently. He was sharing tongues with her and talking about each other's life together.
Dovewing was content to be there with him, it had been ages and there were no other cats here, no Bumblestripe, no jealousy. No Ivypool and Toadstep, Cinderheart and Liomblaze and everybody telling her to get a mate, like Bumblestripe.
She was there with who she loved and who she cared about most.
TIgerheart began talking to her slowly, calmly, contently.
"Dovewing, I love you more than ever!" He purred.
"I love you too, Tigerheart." Dovewing murmured.
She crouched down and started to lick his smooth fur and he played around.
"Tigerheart..." Dovewing began.
"Yeah?" Tigerheart asked.
"Will you move to ThunderClan?" She asked.
With this new story, I wanna write a horror story.
It's called Imaginary:
Sierra, a young six year old from Ocean Gate, New Jersey, dies from a car accident and a broken skull. Meanwhile, Molly, from Bayville, gets a new friend. Her name is Sierra.
As Molly's parents notice their daughter acting strange, they start to worry. She always asks to set the table for an extra person, and she always talks to herself in her room.
Sierra is being fueled by something that's in their house, and she's feeding supernaturally off of Molly's body, and strange things start to happen in the house.
Anonymous laughing, horrifying screams, eerie whispering, problems with the power, and worse. Molly gets weaker.
On this supernatural journey, Molly's parents will try to fight something that's beyond them, whatever it takes to save their daughter's life.
In loving memory of Sierra, a childhood friend. I still miss you, and I know your brother does, too!
It's called Imaginary:
Sierra, a young six year old from Ocean Gate, New Jersey, dies from a car accident and a broken skull. Meanwhile, Molly, from Bayville, gets a new friend. Her name is Sierra.
As Molly's parents notice their daughter acting strange, they start to worry. She always asks to set the table for an extra person, and she always talks to herself in her room.
Sierra is being fueled by something that's in their house, and she's feeding supernaturally off of Molly's body, and strange things start to happen in the house.
Anonymous laughing, horrifying screams, eerie whispering, problems with the power, and worse. Molly gets weaker.
On this supernatural journey, Molly's parents will try to fight something that's beyond them, whatever it takes to save their daughter's life.
In loving memory of Sierra, a childhood friend. I still miss you, and I know your brother does, too!
Me and Brittany got scared when the police questions us and got push toward the cop car.
The boys got is trouble because of the beer since they tried to make us drink.We had to tell them because u know there the police we didnt fell right when they got to rude and pushy.We got sorry for them since they went to jail for 3 days.
Luckly they werent part of the K.K.K.Kevin got alot more nice after there jail time.They were not bullying any kids we have been dating so long that its a record for our town.The school was rebuilt,but Me,Brittany,and them knew it wasnt over yet.
The boys got is trouble because of the beer since they tried to make us drink.We had to tell them because u know there the police we didnt fell right when they got to rude and pushy.We got sorry for them since they went to jail for 3 days.
Luckly they werent part of the K.K.K.Kevin got alot more nice after there jail time.They were not bullying any kids we have been dating so long that its a record for our town.The school was rebuilt,but Me,Brittany,and them knew it wasnt over yet.