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Mario and Daisy: The Flower Players (COMPLETE):icontransparentplz:They say he's the shortest man in the world. All thought he was just an ordinary plumber. However, he wasn't. He's a plumber with multiple talents. For 31 years, he's fought the toughest enemies and rescued the innocent. In his arsenal, he carries various power-ups such as mushrooms, starmen, and fire flowers. He's most often seen in his traditional red cap, red shirt and blue overalls. He even has a big, round nose and a thick, black, bushy mustache. His original name was Jumpman, before that he had other names such as Mr. Video and Ossan.* His current name, is Mario.
:icontransparentplz:This girl, was like no other. In many sports, parties and grand prix races she was unbeatable. She was born and raised in Sarasaland, a kingdom now deserted. With her tomboyish apparence, she was feared by even the toughest enemies which made her invincible. She's well reconized by her short, curly brown hair, and her yellow dress. In occasions. She wears a yellow shirt and orange
Flower Pedals and Red Caps (DaisyxMario)Flower Peddles and Red Caps : By xStarFoxfangirlxx
Dedicated to my awesome friend:~rosalinarox4eva
This girl was outgoing. She was great at every sport she tried and could be tomboy or girly with the flip of a coin. Who was this girl? Princess Daisy of Sarasaland. To the red-capped plumber, Mario, she was perfect. Mario was still in denial. Did he like her or not? He found his answer at a friendly game of tennis.
It was a game of two on two. Mario and Daisy against Luigi and Peach. The game was tense, both sides were hardcore. The match soon came to a deuce and Daisy was server.
"Daisy!" Mario called.
"What?" Daisy asked.
Mario pointed to the side of the court with Peach in it. "Use your special serve and shoot it there. She'll never see it coming!"
"Clever, Mario! Well, here goes nothing." With that said, Daisy served using her special. The tennis ball glowed with orange and daisies danced around the princess. She too
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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