Guru no Guru

A soft moan was heard from a 12-year-old boy with tanned skin and long, wavy hair that reached his waist. His stature was that of large and plump. He stood 5'0, rather short for his age. He wore a mixed expression of anger and sleep. "Zeke!" A female voice called his name. He modeled a large white shirt with green pajama pants and sandals on his feet. He trotted down the hallway of the medium four-bedroom house he lived in with his mother, grandfather, and father - occasionally. His father always went away when his birthday came around-October 17. He slowly reached the kitchen, sitting down at the table where he saw his mother, with the same warm brown eyes he always had known. And waffles. "Are you excited for your first day of middle school?" His mother asked him, smiling at him. "No, I'm a target." "Target?" He nodded. "I'm short, fat, look like a girl, and have super long hair. target." She smiled at her son

It was Saturday,the day of the party and I was paranoid. What if S was at the party? What would he or she say?What would they do? It was 6 and we had a few minutes until we leave.After my mom spent an hour getting ready she came down wearing the grey dress and with her hair in a high ponytail with curls. "Well?" "Amazing." We arrive at the party and I spot a familiar face. Sheldon. I went by the punch bowl and saw him and wanted to ask how he knew me,well Blair. He was wearing a grey and black tux. He got his cup and punch and looked at me and asked, "Have we met before?" "No I don't think so." "Hm" he said looking at me up and down, "You look very familiar,oh you look like someone that goes to my school." He said smiling at me. "Blake!" My mom called "I'm Sheldon, nice meeting you.Blake." I nodded and went to my mom. Everything went normal,the party was cool too, it had an all you can

Wednesday at school went just fine. Algebra went fine, U.S. History, as was Biology, but when lunch came around. All disaster happened. I had just got into the cafeteria to see Zoe and Nathan. "Hey guys, what's up?" "Oh nothing, waiting for Allen." Zoe said.  Allen then came and sat next to me and asked for my corn. Then Allen starting plucking pieces of it at Nathan.  "Dammit stop!" Nathan yelled annoyed. "Fine." Allen said as a clear liquid started to pour on his head."Wh-What the fuck?" He looked up to see a gothic boy pouring it on him." "Bitch." The boy said. Nathan then grabbed the corn and threw some of it on the boy,but most of it hit Zoe! The corn splashed all over her curly brown hair.Zoe picked up an half-empty milk carton and tried to hit Allen but missed, hitting a girl with pigtails at the next table. Then all chaos erupted. I sprinted to the door so I wouldn't get hit along with me a

Just the way that Gil spoke was enough to make Ludwig blush. Gil had a low voice, that just dripped sex appeal when he tried, and he was really trying hard now. It was flustering, and creepy coming from his brother. Though he did have to admit Gil's sweet voice, intense stare, and description was enough to make him want to run away and give up going along with this stupid joke. But it takes a fool to raise a fool . And Ludwig just kept on going not traumatized enough quite yet.  "No Gil, see sometimes you just want it, and you want it now. So you tease, sucking just the tip. Then you slowly push it in your mouth, making it graze between your teeth…and then you just use the tongue. You swirl your tongue around the entire length, and then pull back slowly, real slow, and you drag your teeth on it again, drawing out more and more of what you want. And then you bite the tip, and get a big reward." Gil was a little flustered listening to his little brother go on and on but

Prologue  I used to think the world was a place of madness.  The madness that once it consumed you, you became apart of it, unable to break free. A world that is full of ignorance, no control, no sympathy for anyone or any being.  I still think of it that way, at times. But my mind has recently changed. My mind now thinks of the world as the place everything can happen. Everything from being an outcast to accepted, and from thinking the world is full of fools to full of confused and curious people. And sadly, my mind was changed by one of those ignorant, no control, unsympathizing fools. Start  From early on in life, I decided I was different.  I was an exact copy of my father, whose large, rough hands strangled my mother countless times in front of my eyes. My large head, just like his. My honey brown eyes, like his. Even the copper-toned skin, I inherited from him.  It seems like I inherited nothing from my mother, except her emotions.  The emotions that I carry on my shoulder

Hello, I  Kiyoko Miyagi a 14-year-old freshman in High school. My life is hell. I have no friends except Kenji Takiyama. I am also accused of being a slut just because Kenji is my best friend and one of the hottest guys in school. Sai Sazuma is the biggest slut at school, she has slept with every guy except Kenji. I also get harassed on a daily basis by the "I love Kenji-Kun Fan-club." I was sitting in my room thinking about how horrible tomorrow was going to be after the break. ' Ugh, hell starts again.' I said as I looked out the window to see a little black book. "Is that mine?" I unhooked the window and got the book. "'Death Note' must be a prank Kenji is pulling." I open it up to see bold black words.  HOW TO USE IT The human whose name is written in this note shall die. The note will not take effect unless the writer has the person's face in their mind when writing his/her name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will

I started this blog over 10 years ago and so much in my life has changed since. 10 years ago I was only 12, an anime obsessed fan-girl(which I still am) but I was going through a lot of pain then and wanted to try my hand at Fanfiction thus the creation of MasterofHearts.  A lot of my dark poetry came from a young girl that didn't understand a lot but felt a lot of pain but I'm better (somewhat) and I've really been working in a different life. So I'll share some of my old dark things but other than that I want to keep it positive-ish.  In 2010 I would have never expected my lie to be going as it is now. Even if my home life was never great it has improved to a degree even though I have lost my mother. Since then I have opened myself socially and did things I never thought I would. I've traveled out of my state to school competitions, competed on a national stage, and won. I've graduated from college, twice.  Last month during this awful pandemic, I earned my Ba

Crystal of the North will be published on Vocal. Media  A girl that has had a rough childhood encounters a strange man when she is at a dark point in her life. What will this stranger bring to her peace or war? And is he even human?  https://vocal.media/stories/crystal-of-the-north  

To rise like a phoenix from the ashes means to overcome the cold grip of death and to revive into a blaze so hot, that it rivals the sun.  Hello to people that somehow still come across this, it's a strange reunion, isn't it?  I have not posted on this blog in six years. My life has changed and I'm sure yours has as well. I have decided to revive this blog, but perhaps under a different style, but until then, please enjoy my content that you see.  I will be posting some of my drafts that never saw the life of the day, a well as deleting some cringe-worthy writings from my teen years (apologies I was only 13 when I started this).  Thank you readers that remember my stories every now and then and thank you others I don't know that have stumbled across my little time capsule.  -MasterofHearts