INDOMIE AYAM BAWANG (BERWALD OXENSTEIRNA X READER)INDOMIE-AYAM BAWANG FLAVOUR (Berwald Oxensteirna x Reader)INDOMIE AYAM BAWANG (BERWALD OXENSTEIRNA X READER)1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Disclaimer: All the Hetalia characters belong to Himaruya Hidekaz, not me. Indomie is not mine too. In fact, it’s a real instant noodles product and its deliciousness is real as real can be. In the end, I only own the plot—got that memorised?
A soft instrumental tune filled the workshop where Berwald honed his wood crafting skill. The said Swede was sitting on a stool, facing the table on which many chisels were neatly arranged—contrasting the scattered wood flakes.
His gaze was focusing on something grasped on his fingers. Upon closer inspection, the wood piece has taken the shape of chess pawn after Berwald have sculptured it with precision. He blew some air to its round head, cleaning the surface from dust.
Settling down the pawn next to the rest of a chess set, he looked at the cuckoo clock hanging on the wall just above his desk. He stared it for a minute or two before a small door on it opened and let a
IT'S GOOD!!-Mom Serves Me Food-IT'S GOOD!!14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mom: Okay, I hope you like it! It's something different.
Me: Hm, it's good!
Mom: You sure?
Mom: You positive?
Mom: You sure you're not just saying that just to make me feel better?
Me: FOR CHRIST'S SAKE MOM, IT'S GOOD!!
Mom: Okay, Okay! No need to raise your voice..
Let Me Show YouLet me Show YouLet Me Show You4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The young lord stood alone in a glade not far from the main glen, his head lowered, eyes intent on the grass about his hooves, the words of his father’s lesson from earlier that day ringing in his mind. ’Focus, place all your focus on the magic, Rafe! Let it move through your body, funnel it with your mind, it will follow if you can just get control!!’ No matter how hard he tried, Rafe absolutely could not attain a sliver of control over the magic that was apparently lurking somewhere in the back of his consciousness. He didn’t understand, and the harder he tried, the more frustrated he got.
NOTHING WAS HAPPENING. With a growl, the stag drove his hooves into the dirt, tearing a gash through the grass, tossing the leafy green pieces into the air, where they fluttered, tossing and twisting until they landed back where they belonged. The chocolate fawnling huffed an
The DateToday was the day of my sister's "Big Date". My name is Shayne, and Sheryll is my twin sister who for the last three months has talked about nothing other then some goth dork named Brad. I Despise Brad. Let's talk, when my sister is entranced by something she will talk about nothing but it until just the mere mention of whatever she has fallen in love with sets me off, ruining several movie and book series for me. Brad is different though, now not only does his name annoy me but I genuinely hate him.The Date3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
You see Brad spends his day doing a few things, one of which would be tormenting me and all the other "nerdy" kids; why would he do this you ask? Well he tried to insult a jock once, the end result was just him needing to wear less mascara for his purple eyes.
I wouldn't say my sister is a goth, she never has really seemed gloomy, so I don't know why she became so entranced with him. The second he asked her out on a date though, not only did I wonder what he saw in her, I wondered w
Can't hide"do not take it personally", my mother saidCan't hide1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
after he beats my mistakes out of me, telling me that I never learn
"but your parents still love you", they said
he told me that I was worthless
and only a burden to the world
and watched as I tried to slit my wrist with a blunt kitchen knife
"it will be ok", my friends say
but it never was
and it never will
The Garden's Secret The Garden’s SecretThe Garden's Secret5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The red fox lay stretched out on his belly in the cool grass, leisurely enjoying the shade beneath the weeping willow, the tree’s whips and leaves hanging like beards of moss nearly touching the ground. It was a hot day, even the bees had stopped their incessant gathering, on a day like this the only creatures out and about were the flies.
The house and garden had been abandoned for years making the garden a perfect, safe home for the fox family. The fox was trying to decide whether or not to take a nap. “I might as well,” he thought. “I can’t keep my eyes open. Besides, nothing of consequence ever happens in the garden, and my wife and kits are down the burrow where it’s c
Sun lotion ticklesIt was the second week of the summer holidays and one of the hottest days so far. Both 10 year old TJ and his father Ethan were enjoying the weekend at a family BBQ. It was at Ethan's eldest brother Shay's house, and he was holding a big family gathering which he would organise every year. The large pool was filled with ice cold water, allowing TJ and his cousins to wear out all their energy without getting too hot. However, this did not mean he could get away with not wearing any sun lotion.Sun lotion tickles2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
" TJ! You stop running young man!" Ethan called playfully, while chasing his son through his brothers mansion house.
No way would TJ stop. He knew very well what would happen if his father caught him. He quickly turned to race up the stairs, skidding on the tiled floor as he did. This unfortunate action caused him to slow down, allowing his father to be right at his heels. With a squeal, he managed to control his feet and leg it up the stairs.
" Nohohohoho!" He giggles, before going into the
UntitledI don't understand how something so amazing can be plagued with something so vile so uncaring. You see there was a little boy who went to school everyday and didn't talk to anybody, then he met with his old friends the only people he could and would talk to. Then one of his friends introduced him to a girl, he ended up really liking this girl. One day one of the boy's friends a criminal some might call him ended up in one of his classes he had with this girl. The boy and the group got along well they all had a blast just being around each other. A couple weeks after the "criminal" showed up the boy started to think that the girl he liked had feelings for this criminal. So the boy confronted the girl and asked "D-do you like him?, would you go out with him?". The girl said yes, the boy's heart was broken, he sobbed for days in silence.... Then the boy realized the girl deserved happiness or whatever she wanted, so he made it his goal to get the two together. He coached the love dumb criUntitled3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Growing upGrowing UpGrowing up5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
When you are a baby, you are so small. it seems you don't know... anything at all. but you learn so fast... everything is new. but it can't last... That is true. Soon you will grow up. To be a child... But that will not be mild.
When you are a child.. you learn and you play. Through sunny and cloudy... you spend your days. Making friends and seeing what's new. Life's an adventure... That is so true.. Drift into imagination.. Dream your dreams... And even plan your schemes.. Then you will grow into a teen..
When you are a teen... Everything seems so strange... You might want to date... it's hard to change... People seem interesting to love... But keep moving until you reach the stars above... Stay strong and true So many things are waiting for you... When you grow to be an adult... You may not see any fault...
When you are an adult... You might drive a car... Get a job, and go so very far.... So many things to do... You will be busy... It's not going to be easy... You can sti
Touch The Sky“Is all the stars. Do you know how mankind felt when he first looked at the sky?”Touch The Sky2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
“What, daddy?” Holly had replied. A shooting star crossed the sky. “Wonder,” He had murmured. “And a sense of being almost but not quite able to touch the heavens above.” Holly looked at her dad.
But… no… He wasn’t alive… That isn’t right! He had died in the fire!
Holly sat up in bed. She looked around and saw the other bunks full of sleeping children. The night was cold and her alarm told her it was 1 o’clock. Holly crept over to the window and peeked out. The sky seemed unchanged from that cold spring evening.
Holly stayed at the window for a moment, then slid back into bed. She pulled out a book about stars. Holly read for what seemed like hours. She glanced at the clock and it read ‘1:15. Time was pa
Are You Really OK?Your the girl I see in my dreams. The girl who cries. I don't know your name but I wish I did. I see behind those eyes. Inside is pain. I ask if you are OK. Yes is what you say. You give me that fake smile. Those kind eyes. The ones that held so many tears. That smile. That hides the worst pain. Your parents gave up on you. They focus on the others. But I'm still here. I won't leave you. As the days go by the pain shows more and more. I brought you into my arms and asked if you really were OK. You hesitated. Then you said yes. That you'll be OK. Yet the pain showed as I stroked back your hair. I had yet to feel the tears on my shirt as you cried. I didn't hear the cries. They were so soft from hiding it. It's only when I heard the sniffle that I pulled you away and wiped your tears. You looked at me. The pain showed. You tried hard to hide it behind your once brilliant blue eyes. Yet once you gave up they went dull as you tried to hide the pain. Only then did I lift the sleeve and my eAre You Really OK?1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Loony Neighbours I watched my neighbour take a sip of a mojito that probably contained some particles of her deceased Doberman. She didn’t know this though.Loony Neighbours3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
It never occurred to me that I would one day be serving mojitos to my neighbours at a party, hosted by James from next door, celebrating my husband going back to school, but at least it was a possible scenario. I definitely never thought that I would have a dead dog to thank for the fresh, home grown mint in the drinks.
Out of context, I’ll admit that the whole situation seems rather bizarre, and more than likely suspicious as well. This is exactly why my husband and I agreed to never tell anyone about what really happened that day, two months before.
Mark and I were recent additions to the neighbourhood. I had cooked dinner, and Mark had arrived home from work as a nurse.
“So, what glorious meal have you orchestrated for tonight?” Mark joked as he poured some wine into glasses. Only one of
MemorySo how long have you sat here? Can you remember anything? I guess not. Don’t worry; you tried your best… I guess we should start at the beginning; I don’t want to confuse you… You were always sensitive to these kinds of things. You never could really handle them and now look what happened to you… Guess it was going to happen sooner or later.Memory4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
1980, you were born. The first to hold you was the doctor while your mother lay on the hospital bed shedding her tears for joy. I was standing next your mother, congratulating her. The next day, you and your mother were driven home by taxi. As you arrived home, I was standing outside the house waiting for you. Your mother stepped out of the taxi holding you as I asked to take you in. She happily placed you onto my arms. You were so small and delicate I thought for that moment if I hugged you too hard, you’d break like glass. I took you into the house to introduce you to the living room, the kitchen, your mother
a story with GrandmaThis story begins with a small boy both timid and adventurous. Amazed by new discoveries and astonished by classic tales. His name is Bob, he loves the way flowers grow and how in the wind the trees blow. He enjoys all the time he spends outdoors and reaching for those video game high scores. The list of things Bob loves could fell a book. This book would be similar to a dictionary in look. Everything he loves listed alphabetically with a definition explaining why he loves each thing so poetically. Bob loves many things, but there is one thing Bob loves the most. This love is greater than his love for candy, cake, ice cream and it isn't a ghost. This love he shares is with his grandma, the greatest grandma who will ever be. If you keep on reading then surely you will see.a story with Grandma3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Wondering what Bob looks like then let’s close our eyes and begin to picture him. Bob is a small boy even for someone as young as he. He has long hair and a round tummy, because Grandma’s food is oh so yum
That stupid song..I lay in the grass looking toward the sky. The path echoes the footsteps of passing by people. I lay there. The tune lulls me to sleep. Savage beasts share the path with sheep. They only ever stay in the herd. The song dances in my ears. My fingers numb and marked with dust. My nails chewed off. My hair filled with mud. My clothes shine with rocks and glass. All I can hear is that song. Singing the soft words of a story. I wake up. The song now gone. I lay in my bed sitting up with a jolt. I hear my family yelling. Engines moving. Smoke fills my lungs as I think to myself "time to get through the day. Once again ..... Alone..".That stupid song..4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Days June 21, 2007, 3:42 pmDays4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hello there journal. I'm your owner now it seems. Ugh, I act like your a new pet I just bought from the pet store. Whatever. I'm Viviana Mondello, and at the time I write this, I'm currently 12. I'm considered a really mature kid. I have two younger siblings, a brother and sister, Adrik and Adriana Mondello. They're twins, and at the time, they're both 6.
My mother is Amaliya Mondello, age 29, and my father is Vincenzo Mondello, age 31. We also have two dogs, and one cat. Our male dog, is Atlas. He's about 3 now. Our female dog is Kynthia, and she's about 2 and a 1/2. Our male cat is Ra and he's around 5 months now.
Our names all come from some weird background heritage. My father has Italian heritage, and his family has always treasured Italian names. His name, my name, and my sister's name are all Italian, and so is our last name. My mother has Russian heritage, and thats where her name and my brother's name come from. Our pets were given names from m