I'm not an artistI admire everyone who has the courage to post their work online and everyone who's account is active can rest in peace knowing that there is at least one deviantart person who has much less talent than they do (hint: it's me)
A get together to rememberEdgeworth always wondered why he agreed to come to such things. These “get togethers” as Wright called them. He was always too hot, and seemed to get grass stains on his suit no matter how carefully he arranged himself on his blanket. “Why don’t you just wear regular clothes next time?” Wright smirked whenever he complained. As if he could talk, still fully dressed in his silly blue suit. But, his tie was slightly loosened; Edgeworth tugged self-consciously at the frills around his neck before he caught himself. Wright looked so comfortably smug beneathA get together to remember
Ema and the Glimmerous Fop“I’m telling you, Apollo, that man is nothing but a big, fat, glimmerous, fop!” Apollo stuffed another bite of take-out into his mouth to stall for time. It would do no good for him to point at that glimmerous was not a real word (he’d checked in several different dictionaries). Ema wouldn’t care if he told her that she’d been saying the same thing over and over again for the last half hour. And apparently Mr. Wright was going to be of no help whatsoever; the puddle of drool on the pillow next to his head could provide a goldfish with living quarters for several days.&nEma and the Glimmerous Fop
David
Hey, you know you can submit writing here too, right?
~Amanda
The solution was that I'm really really dumb and didn't notice the whole "text" button. Hooray for not being able to read!
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