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Cooking Contest ''Contestants, ready? Start!'' With these words, all contestants started preparing their dishes. Two of them, a man and a woman, moved around extremely fast. Focused only to their work, not trying to take a glimpse of the others' work to counter them. And they didn't need to. Everyone was half-focused on them. They were forced on the same team, but that wasn't neccesarily bad. Without knowing, they had similar tastes and preffecences. Without saying a word, the one did what the other would have wanted to. It was only expected that they'd be the winners. After being congratulated by everyone, and gaining a few stares, of cours

    this world is divided in two:    in one side is the Realm of Compassion    nobody lives there    on the other side lies the Kingdom of Indefference    those who never cry are there    why don't we care?    why don't we cry?    why we have turned our back to each other?    to ourselves?    don't try to erase the pain    live with it! fight it! cast away the darkness from your heart    why are you so afraid?    don't you want to take your life in your hands?    If it's not important to you.....go on    i won't mess with your choices    but i also won't offer you my hand    when my spirit reveals its real self

Let it be clear Power isn't meant for all Only one among all Is fit to rule People name that person king And I am so Comparing, What does youth know? Deprived of a background Of experience And common sense Only seeking change But who can prove The coming change is for our good? What if.....? It's better to remain Always the same Than having Undesired change It's common sense The thing tried out are sure and safe Things are need to be kept in order Change will bring Only chaos for us

Eren Jaeger, at his seventeenth birthday, ran away from home. Why? Because he had a dream, one no one thought he could achieve, or he was suited for. What was it, you ask? Simple. Eren wanted to become a model. However, that was something that people of his German hometown saw as foolish. That was only two months ago. He finally found his way to the City of Light, Paris.  He had to keep two jobs at once, at a morning cafe and at a cabaret during night, as a waiter again. He was kind of jealous of those who worked as singers and dancers there, and he wouldn't mind if he was there, on stage, for just one night. And one evening, as a roll on the

"Sebastian!" Ciel shouted from his study. Sebastian came in a few seconds, standing in front of him. "Tell me what you've found out" he demanded. Sebastian bowed. "There isn't much about him, or his family, my lord." "How so?" Ciel asked. He was somewhat curious about Arthur's past, and a noble's name he had never heard of. "It seems that the Kirkland family is a lot like yours. In service of the queen." "And what's his exact role? I want to know." "They call him the Devil, and, from what I've found out, his main duty is manipulating the public's opinion, sometimes, even controlling the nobles. You can say he is the queen's right hand man." "