Little-Nightmares

Frankiibabes and Coco Cookie

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Because of you by Little-Nightmares, literature

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Because of you

Too long have i hidden, huddled between your lies. But of course as we know, you cannot bear my broken cries. I have waited for hours, hoping i was wrong. Never knowing, that the pain could be this strong. I blame you fo the dark, the starless skies. for because of you, i listened to the riddles and lies. I can't take it, it hurts my head. this is why some days, i don't wanna wake up in my bed. the tears sting, in the corners of my eyes. As with each breath, a part of me dies. no matter how much i hurt, or how loud i scream. i just can seem to shake myself, from this inescapable dream.

The songs of help by Little-Nightmares, literature

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The songs of help

Keep on singing Don't stop yet Cus this is one melody You ain't gone regret. Let the sun burn high Let the moon glow bright Let the stars shine on you Through this cold dark night. Keep the music's hold Don't let it slip If you love strong enough You'll never loose your grip Let the words flood your heart Let the song fill your mind Then you'll find you dream In the silver it is lined.

night time to nightmare by Little-Nightmares, literature

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night time to nightmare

"Stupid horror movie," I mumbled to myself as I stood in front of the bathroom mirror. It was at least half eleven at night, and I still couldn't remove the dead girl's face covered in blue and purple veins from my mind. Sighing, I ran my hand through my short hair, letting the soft strands calm and sooth me a little. How long had I been standing in front of this mirror with the heat light on full blast, afraid to blink? At least half an hour, maybe more. I assessed myself in the shiny surface, my eyes were wide, there colour a bright green with just a little blue under tone, and my mascara coated eyelashes occasionally brushing the skin just

in the rain by Little-Nightmares, literature

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in the rain

In the rain we stand, Holding hands as the sky cries, Never looking at each other, Afraid to see the emotion hidden within each other's eyes. In the rain we stand, The water running through our hair, Soaking into our skin, Yet we do not move to dry off in the warmth. In the rain we stand, Alone in our thoughts, Never speaking, So very wary of the tears breaking the voice. In the rain we stand, We cannot see each other's tears, We blame it on the rain, So we cry alone with the other unawares. In the rain we stand, When moments before we had smiled, The clouds didn't loom overhead, But now all we can see in the gray of the sk

when he is awaken by Little-Nightmares, literature

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when he is awaken

He will awaken, when the dawn breaks free. When the life cycle passes its time. When the sun becomes the moon, And the light will be dusted black. When the stars burn out to holes, And the galaxies melt from the sky. When the darkness consumes all, And all that is good has fallen. When monsters roam the earth, And immortals play god. His wings will spread wide, A black shadow cast. The smoke curling from his finger tips, The gray in his eyes painful. He will stretch his legs, Test his power. The lies will be told, As the plan comes forth. The ravens will be joyous, Oh the songs they will sing. As the shadow stalks forwa

A he said she said moment by Little-Nightmares, literature

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A he said she said moment

You said you would chase the stars for me, Put them in a silver bag and wrap it up. Cover it up in big beautiful bows, Pour in all your love. And seal it forever with a kiss. You said you would dance around Saturn, collecting the dust from its many rings. Shaping it in the air, Blowing it in the wind. And bring it back in cloth. You said you would dive through the ocean, Scraping the treasures from the bottom. Place it gently in a box of metal, Letting it shine through the bars. And give it as a token. You said you would live in the desert, Letting the sun burn your pale skin. Not brushing away the dust, Merely watching thro

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Would you?

If i hugged you, Would you never let me go? If i ever kissed you, Would you always remember the moment? If i extended my hand; hoping, Would you take it without hesitation? If i needed a shoulder of another, Would you offer me yours'? If i screamed out in loss, Would your scream echo mine? If i needed to leave, would you follow me forever and never look back? If i fell from a broken heart, Would you run to catch me? Or would you just turn a blind eye, letting me hit the cold floor under me?

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July 24
United Kingdom
Deviant for 13 years
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Short, bouncy, happy, and helpful. I have eight of the best friends in the world. Damien, James, Brad and Owen, Cookie, Minty, Coco and Honey. Unfortunatly, Brad and Owen are soul twins, Plus Brad is Scottish whilst Owen is Irish. so they get up to alot, at least i have Damien to keep me grounded with his whole doctor thing going on.

I've loved art since i was little, and only just began writing about a year ago, so i'm not too good

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Current Residence: Australia ( Wish i was in London again!)
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Small :)
Print preference: Any really, i don't reli care
Favourite genre of music: pop, anything that gets my mind going for poems
Favourite photographer: I don't reli have one.
Favourite style of art: Anything interesting.
Operating System: ? O_o ?
MP3 player of choice: erm... the one that plays music?
Shell of choice: Sea shells, what, not those kinda shells? Oh... i knew that
Wallpaper of choice: .... i don't like wallpaper.... it peels off.... paint is better.... BLUE paint.
Skin of choice: Mine, it's sooo smooth!
Favourite cartoon character: Teen Titans - Raven, she's kick Ass!
Personal Quote: welcome to the Franki hotel, do you want bed and breakfast for life, or do you wanna cook yourself?

Favourite Visual Artist

I love them all, everyone is great!

Favourite Movies

Vanhelsing

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

JLS.

Favourite Writers

I don't really care, as long as the book is good.

Favourite Games

An interesting one, or one when i can't die every second action.

Favourite Gaming Platform

playstation two... or the X box, i don't play many games.

Tools of the Trade

Pen, paper, laptop, what kind of silly question is this??

Other Interests

anything colourful, or scary, Oh! and ma boiiz :)

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Little-Nightmares

Jan 16, 2011

Dissapointed

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Follow ~Dark-sweetie (https://www.deviantart.com/dark-sweetie) She's me at my new account, kay? don't make me dissapointed, cus i will be if ya don't follow. There's some new stuff, and loads of news ect ect ect :D Love ya if ya do. xx

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Little-Nightmares

Nov 1, 2010

HAS MOVED ACCOUNTS

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HAS MOVED new user name ; ~Dark-sweetie (https://www.deviantart.com/dark-sweetie)

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Little-Nightmares

Sep 27, 2010

You gotta be joking

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Okay, you gotta be joking me, this just can't be happening! Stupid Brad and Owen decided it would be a good idea to scare Coco, and scare him they did. Poor boy wont get out of the bathroom now, locked himself in so nothing can get him. God damn it, it's gone take ages to get him out again. Grrr.... and if that wasn't enough, Damien thought it would be a good idea to give some books to Cookie to get him to read more. And now he's sat in the corner crying his eyes out about some girl who lost her baby daughter. Gotta be honest tho, they are good books. A little help here? would love to know how to control eight boys who come and go from my ho