Silly Moments With Daisy 8French Narrator: And now its time for “Silly Moments With Daisy”, the part of the fan fiction where Daisy comes out and has a silly moment. Today Daisy will be singing a parody of “Dancing Cucumber” by Larry the Cucumber called “Singing Flower” in French while Saria translates in English.
Daisy: Regarder la fleur
Saria: (Watch the flower)
Daisy: Voir comment elle chante
Saria: (See how she sings)
Daisy: Comme une mere
Saria: (Like a mother)
Daisy: reconforter un enfant
Saria: (comforting a child)
Daisy: Regarder la fluer
Saria: (Watch the flower)
Daisy: Oh combine lisser sa motion
Saria: (oh how smooth her motion)
Daisy: Comme une tortue
Saria: (like a turtle)
Daisy: La glace
Saria: (On…. Ice)
Daisy: Regarder la fluer
Saria: (Look at the flower)
Daisy: Tous les enfants
Saria: (All the children)
Daisy: Envient luer ami qui
Saria: (Envy their friend)
Daisy: soujaitent chanter come elle
Saria: (Wishing to sing as she)
Daisy: chant fluer, chant flu
She Loved Him So Much - Flash FictionHer tears inspired within him a keen sense of empathy and compassion, and caused him to instinctively embrace her in an attempt to comfort her through her pain. She eased into him, calming to a noticeable degree immediately. Her trembling became less severe, and her breathing more even in a matter of a seconds. And when at last she was fully stilled, he gently pulled away from her - his hug having accomplished all he had hoped it would. He separated himself from her because as an unrelated gentleman who only saw himself as her friend; he did not wish to hold her any longer than the laws of propriety would permit... But had he not felt the need to unentangle himself and move away so soon, she would've gladly remained there... forever; her cheek softly resting against his chest, just listening to the rhythmic, melodious inner workings of his beating heart... the sound of which was to her the most beautiful in existence... for it meant that he, and every wonderful thing that
Holding to Hope - Flash Fiction"I am predisposed to believe the best of everybody," she told him. "Except when it comes to how they perceive me. All too often I decide it is the more viable option to prevent myself from hoping they will think well of me... but consequently I often discover that in an effort to guard myself from disappointment... I needlessly linger painfully in despair, spending so much time inside my mind, desperately attempting to come to terms with my sorrowful 'reality'... one wherein I am despised by all those I most passionately admire... convinced I can never with their love, I try to ascertain a method of achieving happiness without them." She looked up into his eyes. "I contemplated how I might live contentedly without your good opinion... Only to realize that no matter how long I considered the matter... believing that you disliked me I could feel no peace... The only thing I could feel... was misery. How I wish I were a stronger person... One who could merely be certain of the truth and n
Because She Was Quiet - Flash Fiction"As much as I like you I just... I just don't think you like me very much. It seems that you mostly just pity me."
"Oh? What makes you say that?" he asked her, concernedly.
"Well... because... I'm so quiet. In all our time together I've said and done very little. What could you like about me, save the fact that I am quiet—which is merely the concealment of one's self. No... I don't expect you like me very much at all," she finished, softly, her eyes fallen away.
"Yes, I like that you are quiet," he told her, smiling amusedly. "But that aspect of your personality says a great deal more about you than you give it credit." He took her hand in his and came closer, bidding her to look up at him. She did. "You say little because there is little you want to say, and you act little because there is little that needs to be done. When you are quiet, you are not merely silent... you are deep in thought or listening intently to those around you whenever they speak... even if everythin
Suppressed Admiration - Flash Fiction"I can think of nothing that would grieve me more than to disappoint you," she said, sadly, her countenance quite downcast and her gaze fallen.
"Well then," he began, softly. "I shall endeavor to expect very little of you, and make no attempts to conceal my wholehearted delight when your every word.. expression.. and deed... quite unexpectedly pleases me."
She warbled a gentle laugh through her teary eyes and returned his smile; though she felt perhaps mirrored was the truer way of saying it. For it seemed that ever since the day she'd first met him her every expression of joy was merely a reflection of the kindness he so frequently bestowed upon her. How could anyone help but respond to him with anything save the greatest respect... gratitude... and love that insuppressibly rose up within the hearts of all those presence he graced?
"My child.." he spoke, breaking her reverie. "You seem... rather distracted lately. Is anything the matter?"
"Matter?" Her eyes widened slightly and a flut
Perfectly Imbalanced - PoemYour focus on the math
It seems you are unworthy
You're always giving less than half
And so that's why you feel so sorry
Oh when it seems that all the good that you do
Is lacking and imperfect
And that voice just keeps on speaking up
Saying that you just aren't worth it
Just as long as it comes from a true heart
Know that what you bestow will always be so precious
There's no need for calculations on a chart
Dearest, I really wish you'd just forget it
You have to know that you don't have to count favors
'Cause no matter how you add it up
This love is a gift from me to you
And what you give in return... will always be enough
Hiding from the World - PoemYou hide within your confines
Willfully draw lines in the sand
You say you have your own mind
But break your own rules again and again
You pile and you pile up
Proclaiming that you've a mountain made
But have you no thought for the things you've torn down
To build things that time will wash away?
You say that life's a mystery
And that the truth is hard to see
But from the place where I am standing...
It doesn't look that way to me
Speak - PoemA thousand things thoroughly thought through
And of them a hundred ones I'd like to tell to you
A mere dozen I know how to put into words
And yet for the lack of effort... not a one is heard
Words that Bite - PoemI'm trying to shut you out
But it's just so hard not to hear
Your whisper becomes a shout
As soon as its sound reaches my ears
Why do I care about your views?
It's not like you're in a position to understand
And I thought I was so sure of what was true
But I felt my heart sink at your reprimand
It's not like you care about me
You're only angry because you think it's wrong
Is it really possible that you clearly see?
And that I was merely mistaken all along?
I've been trying so hard to do this right
And I thought I finally had it down
Why does your bark also have to bite?
And what am I to do with these 'flaws' you've found?
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