Five Of Spades:
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Apple Store Stories
Prince of Persia the Sands of Time Story (1)
The first of five videos containing most of the story and stuff from the first game in the SoT trilogy
Duration : 0:1:48
Sprightly the magical mouse: a cute kids story.
Sprightly the magical mouse from the stars comes to life to go exploring all alone on special moonlit nights. A children’s story for kids featuring a bronze mouse. Cute kids story.
Duration : 0:5:26
L.O.D: The Back Story
No Lulz to be had here, this video is in “story book” format. Very little to no animating so baibai if you’re looking for lulz D:
I’ll try and keep this short D:
Story File:
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It won’t DL automatically; be sure to type the code that is given
tl;dr version:
Zayane may be an incest babeh, Damien pulls her from the gutters when her mom passes away. Gives her revenge. Zayane is greatful. Leon is a meat shield. Leon takes a bullet for Zayane. Zayane cares. Leon is like wtf hax why you care. Everyone loves Zayane. Leon hates Damien for being a cawkblock and Damien hates Leon for trying to get up in his loli, and Zayane is a mute D: PHEW
Still too long if you ask me D:
~*~Vidyah Honarz~*~
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Shirley Temple Storybook Collection Trailer
Shirley is proud to introduce the Shirley Temple storybook Collection. This timeless collection includes 11 classic family stories from her private film collection. These first aired on television in 1961 on The Shirley Temple Show.
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[Short Story] What A Girl Really Wants To Hear ♥
*Disclaimer: All images are copyrighted to Nexon/Wizet. All audio and third party content in this video belong to their rightful owners. This video was created for entertainment purposes.
I TAKE NO CREDIT FOR THIS story!!!
I read this in like a chainmail or something and I just thought of making a video on it o.o
So please no one go up to me and say
“You copied this story” D;
The only part that I wrote was the beginning they say:
Girl: Thanks for the fun day.
Boy: Np
Girl:Can I ask you a few questions?
Boy: Sure o.o
Girl: And, please be honest.
And again
I TAKE NO CREDIT FOR IT!! -except for making it- ;D
Enjoy! 
Song:
Kiss The Rain – Yiruma
Duration : 0:3:22
is this a story or a poem? critics welcome?
I wrote this for fun and im not sure what it would be a poem or a short story. any criticism is welcome… 
I stared at the black box.
I seemed empty, but the obvious spilled out of the square window that is specifically crafted to make your gut wrench and churn with your pain rising through your pores into the atmosphere.
All my memories, all my good times, all my special moments, trapped away forever. Fading away with every step, every breath I take.
The silence in the room disgusted me, the pain flowing through my veins kept building up with every second of wasted life. I replayed my entire life in that single glance, the time she and I sat in the park feeding the pigeons, when she and I walked along the bridge past her curfew coming up with excuses for our tardiness.
In that single glance, that single second, I saw all my mistakes, and I decided I didn’t have to make anymore. I forced my hand to sneak into my pocket. A shiver went down my spine. The hairs in the badk of my neck stood up as if to show respect. My eyes whispered for mercy, they were puffy and swollen from crying. Crying to make her come back.
My mind forced me to sneak another glance at the big, black coffin, at her beautiful face, one last time. I took the gun out of my pocket. Everyone stared in shock, some ran out, some begged me not to do anything stupid. The question forced itself throug my head as a banner with bold flashing letters; ‘Why would this be stupid?’. But I didn’t want this to be the last time I saw her face, and I knew we would meet again.
My eyes now yelled for mercy and my hands shook, terrified. My mind was working full time to make all my body parts do what it wanted. And it wanted my finger to pull the trigger.
It was working so hard, I forgot to breathe. I began to gasp for air as my brain decided it was time for departure.
My finger snapped, the trigger was pulled, and the bullet came flying through the air in slow motion. But it didn’t matter, because I knew I would soon see her smiling face. The bullet broke through my skin, ripped through my ribcage, ruptured my arteries and punctured my heart.
My tired puffy eyes were no longer whispering, or yelling for that matter, my mind no longer functioned, my life was gone. I drifted upward as my corpse toppled down, like a tower of blocks being knocked over.
I watched gracefully toward the sky as I flew through the evening air. The clouds smiled at me and the sun winked. I glanced down and the great blue ocean waved. I saw golden gates above me. She was right there, wings sprouted through her back, she wore a beautiful golden skirt and top. Her golden hair was brushed back into a ponytail. And her eyes whispered as mine once did. But her’s didn’t beg for mercy, her’s said
I LOVE YOU.
Any criticism welcome
the way in which it is written is a story style but with many poetic techniques, for example;
there’s a repetitiveness about it, "…with every step, every breath I take." and "…that single glance, that single second…"
you also use similes, "…like a tower of blocks being knocked over."
it’s such an emotion filled piece,and i really like it the imagery is great as the reader is able to live what this character is doing every step of the way. the image of "watching gracefully toward the sky" is nice.
great job!
How do you get started in publishing short stories?
I write short stories and would love to sell some of them. I am disabled and lived on a fixed income and would love to suppliment my income. The stories are very well written.
My stories are fiction, but based on the actual belief and personalities of the people living around me.
Submit your stories to literary magazines that are willing to print them. After some time being published, you can collect you work and submit it to some publisher, and be able to make money. You won’t be able to find someone to pay for your work right away, but keep doing what makes you happy and it will all work out.
Where can I find short stories online about mother/daughter relationships?
SOURCES CANNOT END IN ".COM" OR ".NET" (b/c its a documented essay, and my english teacher is a jerk)
.org, .edu, ect, are all fine.
Hope this helps!
What was that story about an unbreakable shield and a spear that can break any shield?
I’ve heard the story in Phoenix Wright (1st game, 5th case), and in Pokemon Brock used that as a comparison to what watching a battle between a Rampardos (spear) and Bastiodon (shield) is like.
Could someone tell me the story, and what the solution and moral was in detailed and easy to understand words?
As the Joker said:
"This is what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object. You won’t kill me out of some misplaced self-righteousness, and I won’t kill you because… you’re just too much fun… I think you and I are destined to do this forever."