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
Blackcross Chapter 3Jennifer limped towards the platform, clothes dishevelled, eyes itchy and cheeks hot and glistening. There was a screaming pain at the back of her throat and in a variety of other places she didn’t want to think about. She’d had to wait half an hour for another train but didn’t dare leave the toilet cubicle once the junkies left. She couldn’t stand the thought of anyone looking at her.
She dragged her rucksack across the floor, other hand pressed against her abdomen. Her hood was up, but even so, she could feel everyone watching her, could hear them murmuring. Judgement so thick it was almost suffocating.
“Miss.” A man tried to stop her. “Are you okay? Miss?”
She ignored him, fighting the urge to scream and lash out, hoping he wouldn’t touch her. She imagined crumbling with so much as a brush of kindness.
It was almost quarter to seven. Tony would be back sometime after eight, expecting dinner on the table. If he saw her like this &
Blackcross Chapter 2The carriage shot through the underground like a runaway shopping trolley, making Jennifer Darling’s teeth rattle about in her head. There was a strange smell down here, too. A garbage-sweet stench of bodies crammed together, sharing the moist air.
Eau de Working Class Failure, Jennifer thought absently, picking at the stuffing in her seat. Well, it was bloody true. Most of the people coming back this way had either been to the Job Centre or Salvation Army or some other place that made you feel like slitting your wrists. She moved about, trying to make herself as small as possible. The man sitting across from her, a homeless person judging by his wind-savaged beard and soup-stained clothing, hadn’t stopped staring at her since she’d gotten on at St George’s Cross. He started mumbling something that sounded an awful lot like the Lord’s Prayer.
Jennifer rested her head against the window. The person next to her was listening to a Walkman. She c
Blackcross Chapter 1She had come here in a moment of desperation, searching for something mentioned in storybooks called hope. But it wasn’t to be found. It had been here, of course. She could sense the ghost it left behind, knew its name: despair. The girl didn’t know a lot of things, but she knew you couldn’t have despair without once having hope. That’s what the storybooks had said, anyway.
The room she found herself in was remarkable only for its ugliness. Patches of mould rendered the walls and ceiling into a gigantic Rorschach test. A couch and matching recliner, both riddled with cigarette burns and milky stains, were the only pieces of furniture. The previous owner had left tools, dumped in a bleeding-rust pile. If this didn’t seem homely enough, there was also the prevalent stink of cat urine.
The girl wasn’t concerned. The semi-detached house had been picked purely on the basis of necessity and not materialistic means. She was lying across a threadbare rug, st
Bringing Down the Blood League, CH.11 A Most Vile Attack
After Payton was done making her potion, she bottled it up and went out her room to drop it off. She was a bit startled when she saw a note on the floor and Kellen standing right in front of her door.
"Well, hello there, Kellen," she greeted him. "What are you doing here?" She asked as she picked up the note, which was an order for a potion that Jackson wanted her to wait to make. She had no idea why he would want her to wait on making a potion, but it was not her place to ask.
"I've come to fulfill my part of our little deal," Kellen explained as he stepped into her room. "I went and saw your friends and family to see how they were faring like you had asked." Payton shut the door behin
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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