Book Four: Redemption-Epilogue Book Four: RedemptionBook Four: Redemption-Epilogue8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Redemption- n. The act of saving from a state of sinfulness or making up for past mistakes
The next few weeks would be the beginning of redemption. After our cry-fest, I showed them some brochures of Family Counseling I had in my pocket.
We all need to do this. The sessions arent the cheapest things in the world, but Im willing to spend my money that Ive saved up.
Germany x Reader: By the Book"________!" someone called loudly across the break room, causing you to wince at the harsh tone. What did I do this time? you wondered as you turned around to face the source of the outburst- a tall German man named Ludwig; a close friend of yours but not terribly forgiving when he noticed a mistake.Germany x Reader: By the Book2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Y-yes?" you replied timidly as he stalked over to you. He noticed the intimidated look on your face and instantly seemed taken aback, rearranging his stern features into an awkwardly forced grin.
"H-hallo ______, I didn't mean to startle you... erm, can I, ah, ask you something?"
Pinpoints of sweat were gleaming on his brow, and you watched him puzzledly. "Of course, Ludwig. What can I help you with?"
Sighing briefly through his nose, he looked away and awkwardly ran his fingers through his slicked-back blonde hair. "I-I vas vondering if maybe you vould like to come... out... for a cup of coffee vith me sometime!" he finished on a triumphant note, the bright smile still painfully p
HetaliaxReader-Lost my Book!HetaliaxReader: Lost my Book!HetaliaxReader-Lost my Book!2 years ago in Romance More Like This
That's exactly what happened. You lost your precious book. But it was no ordinary book. Nono..it was your DIARY. The thing you held close, and wrote everything-and I mean EVERYTHING-and now you had gone and lost it. You searched around the whole world conference building, but to no avail. It was like it vanished into thin air.
"No no no..." you mumbled to yourself as you bit down hard on your lip. "It has to be here."
You had to find it fast..before another country picked it up and well...read all your secrets!
You remember leaving it on the table just after the meeting, you came back after speaking with England, and it was gone.
"Hey (your name)!!!!" a voice echoed through the halls. That voice belonged to America. Maybe he knew where the book was.
"Hey America!" you shouted happily back. Being nice was kay to solving things like this. "I seemed to have misplaced my book..do you know where it is?"
If The World Is a Book I Want to Read Every PageIf The World Is a Book I Want to Read Every Page3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If The World is a Book, I Want to Read Every Page.
Let me memorize each dotted "i"
of moonlights freckled face
Trace the silver ripples
of a seashores wrinkled page
Count the auburn stanzas 'tween
the depths of trembling trees
Ride upon the vessel
of a sun-kissed simile.
Open sky-stripped windows
to the sigh of cursive clouds
Shuffle through the metaphors
Awaking through the ground
Slant the sails of poetry
toward continents of sea
Deep into the jungles where
the verses lace the trees.
Catch the winds of free verse
Or the open waves of rhyme
Sift through ocean ballads
where the sunset greets the tide.
Study drops of scripture
as it clicks against the street
Sleep between the pages
of departed poetry.
Always... Book 1 Chapter 7Always... Book 1 Chapter 74 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Almost over night, the weather took a sharp turn for the worst. It wasn't cold enough for snow to fall, but it was certainly on the right track. The castle got colder, and the dungeons felt like deep freezers. Students had been running through the halls in large groups, huddling to keep warm despite their thick winter cloaks and scarves.
Almost a week had passed since Snape stopped Quirrell, but the Defense Against the Darks Arts teacher seemed to be going out of his way to avoid Snape. However, Severus had a much more pressing matter to attend to. His leg wasn't healing quite right, and he was starting to become concerned. As it was Dumbledore's wish to keep the staff ignorant of Quirrell's actions, lest Quirrell himself become suspicious and try to escape, Snape had avoided going to Madame Pomfrey to have his leg healed.
He pulled down an old copy of Healing and Restorative Draughts by Medicus Tedavi, and began to leaf through the worn pages. He finally managed to find the All
BooksTo some peopleBooks10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they're just bits of paper
glued to a fragile spine
But to me they are friends
welcoming me at any time
opening up their hearts
to show me their secrets
I laugh with them
I cry with them
they've let me into
the lives of so many
people with fantastic lives
people who have grand adventures
and for a few hours
That I'm just me
Book Five: Recovery-Epilogue EPILOGUEBook Five: Recovery-Epilogue8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Book Five: Recovery
Recovery- n. A return to a normal condition
Looking back on it all, I realize just how much of a dramatic time in my life it all was. But dont think I lived happily ever after. Like all families, we ha
PietroxReader Book FortSigh…PietroxReader Book Fort7 months ago in Romance More Like This
For a moment he sat still staring at the lab wall.
Tony felt the gust of wind as the speedy mutant switched seats.
Now he sat backwards in a rolly chair, his arms propped up on the backrest and his chin resting in the crook of his elbow.
Once again, he exhaled. He began swishing his leg back and forth causing the chair to move slightly and squeak.
A gust of air hit Tony once again, signaling the movement of his unwanted companion who was now perched on a stool.
Another quick movement and he was sitting upside down in the rolly chair spinning in a slow circle.
Tony sat the wrench down with a loud clang.
“Can you do that somewhere else?” Irritation filled his tone as he glared at the silver haired man.
Pietro’s gaze was one of innocence and confusion.
“I haven’t done anything though.” Tony’s eye twitched.
“Either hold still or go bug someone else.”
He opened his mouth to argue
I Hate LoveI hate love.I Hate Love5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
They tell you love is just amazing and wonderful and fills you with joy.
Well I’m calling their bluff: That’s bullshit.
Love tears you apart, makes you cry and hit the walls. It makes you think these thoughts that you never would have before and feel what you never have before.
It hurts just so much and you can never fully recover from it.
But the reason I hate it the most, is that it scares me. The unknown, the putting full faith in this person and saying: “Yes this is the one person that I will let be my absolute destruction.”
It’s beyond terrifying. Love is just too powerful and so easily damaging.
That’s why I can’t stand it.
The BookThe BookThe Book4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Prussia sat with Holy Roman Empire on his lap a book shared between them. "They gathered all these stories for you!" Prussia exclaimed proudly as they thumbed through the pages. Looking over the many stories the Grimm brother's had gathered together. "They're going to help unite your country, give your people a sense of unity!" He smiled down at the Holly Roman Empire sitting in his lap. "Well?" He asked looking at his smaller bruder. "Vhich vne do you vant to read firsd?"
The Holly Roman Empire bounced up and down in his lap excitedly scanning the titles. "This von!" He exclaimed pointing at one title. "Bolt Brian!"
"All righd!" Prussia crowed, "Bold Brian it is!" With great excitement he began to read the fairy tale to his younger brother.
"...where Rapunzel lived with their two children. Kesesesesessseses" Gilbert's hissing laugh filled the air as he read the end of the story Rapunzel. "Oh man," The albino male wiped a tear out of his eye. "Thad ending never fails to crack
France X Reader ~ The Book ~ Les MiserablesFrance X Reader ~ The Book ~ Les MiserablesFrance X Reader ~ The Book ~ Les Miserables1 year ago in Romance More Like This
You quickly scurried up the stairs to the second floor, humming the tune to At the End of the Day. After your parents had taken you to the Broadway version of Les Miserables you had fallen in love with the French revolutionary tale.
Though your love for the play you still haven’t read the book. As one of the things that you desperately wanted to do, you figured that this was the best opportunity to read a book that you desperately wanted to read and get marks for it.
After climbing the stairs you entered through the door to the floor, and then began to walk the giant circle out to where the French Literature was being kept.
Spanish… Portuguese…. Dutch…
Aw here it is, French Literature, now to find Victor Hugo.
Your eyes began scanning the bookshelves, looking for those familiar letters that you had associated with childlike nostalgia.
Well there’s Victor Hugo, now to find Les Miserables.
Always... Book 1 Chapter 6Always... Book 1 Chapter 64 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The next few weeks seem to slow to crawl. Severus soon found himself both dreading, and eagerly anticipating Thursday afternoons and the first year students that would stare silently up at him for two hours.
The Potter boy caused him particular distress. He absolutely hated looking into those green eyes, but nothing gave him more pleasure than to torment the son and spitting image of his childhood enemy.
His only respite from the turmoil that threatened to consume him, he found in his sixth year students. Particularly a bright, Slytherin girl named Ingrid Eastchurch.
She was a relatively thin girl with icy blue eyes, and short, white hair. Because she was a Slytherin, Snape was already predisposed to prefer her to his other N.E.W.T. students, but she really did possess an incredible talent for potion-making a talent that he hadn't seen since his own days at school.
As it was Halloween, classes had been released early, and most of the school was preparing to
England X Reader ~ The Book ~ PamelaEngland X Reader ~ The Book ~ Pamela, or Virtue RewardedEngland X Reader ~ The Book ~ Pamela1 year ago in Romance More Like This
With a purposeful stride you quickly schlepped your bag to the English section, you had one book in mind and nothing was going to stop you from reading. You had looked up in the Directory online and saw that they had it.
You had heard of it from your Baroque History course, and ever since you were determined to read it for yourself. Ever since you were a kid you devoured books very similar to the way other children devoured candy. It only made sense for you to get a degree in English and now you were nearly done with your degree. One more semester and then you walk out into the real world with a diploma tucked firmly under your arm.
And if you were to be frank, you were absolutely terrified.
There was no guarantee that you could make a living out there.
But right now you were going to relish in the security of University.
Retaining the same purpose in your step you walked to the England subsection. You quickly found R and with a
The Fairytale BookThe Fairytale Book2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The home of the Willow Wisps
Is not a faraway land
You do not cross wide oceans
Or tread hot valleys of sand
From the hollows of an oak tree
Awakens Queen of the Fae
Small transparent wings shimmer
In the sunlight of the day
On the voyage of sailors
Silent waters bubble to life
And bursts forth a Siren
Maiden of beauty and strife
Serene slumbering Dragon
Nestled in a cave of riches
With gold, silver, and jewels
He has fulfilled all his wishes
The beautiful lovelorn Princess
Locked away in her high tower
He is the noble, radiant sunshine
Come to rescue his sweet sunflower
Magical Forests, Castles in the Sky,
Adventures, Wonderlands, and Dreamscape
Never ending fantasy and fiction
Willow Wisp, won’t you be my escape?
The Willow Wisps sigh softly
It’s time for the magic to go home—
Home within the pages of a fairytale book
As you finish reading the poem
Always... Book 1 Chapter 8Always... Book 1 Chapter 84 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The poultice worked like a dream. His leg felt much better the next morning, even if it wasn't completely healed, it still bled, and he had to replace the bandages every few hours, but at least he could stop limping.
The school was abuzz with excitement. The first Quidditch match of the season was taking place at eleven o'clock: Slytherin versus Gyffindor. Snape took his place in the staff box, between McGonagall and Sinistra.
No sooner had he sat down, than the two teams walked out on to the field, and the captains joined Madame Hooch at the center. She said something to them, and they all mounted their brooms. A moment later, she gave a loud blast on her whistle, and all fifteen brooms rose up into the air.
"And the Quaffle is take immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor what an excellent Chase that girl is, and rather attractive, too" Lee Jordan, a Gryffindor third year, sat in the row in front of Snape, commentating the match.
"JORDAN!" McGonagall shouted at him.
Deaf! Reader X Romano- Instagram Selfies Wow, that’s a weird selfie. You scroll through your news feed on Instagram, smiling at all of Al’s selfies.Deaf! Reader X Romano- Instagram Selfies8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Even though you couldn’t hear all your friends, or the world around you, you could tell their personalities by their pictures on Instagram. Francis was full of himself, taking gorgeous pictures of himself and photo shopping them so he could look even more beautiful. Arthur liked to take picture of himself watching Doctor Who and Sherlock, and of his awful cooking. Alfred loved taking pictures of himself eating hamburgers and drinking his beloved milkshakes from McDonald’s. He also posted pictures of his awesome parties you sometimes went to.
Ludwig didn’t take selfies. No, he took pictures of his garden. Although it was nice, it kind of made you think he was hiding his inner g