APH MIXmas Wymarzony prezentNotka: Fanfik zawiera Spamano, PrusPola, FrUKa i SuFina.APH MIXmas Wymarzony prezent13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Before my eyes are uncountable roads, dividing roads, confusing roads.
I always hid my weakness, until I met you.
My hopes and dreams spill out from my hands.
I pray for the future reflected in your eyes.
Nadmuchiwany, prawie dwumetrowy Mikołaj, pochylał się na bok jakby męczył go potężny kac. Drobny deszcz spływał po jego brzydkiej twarzy, zapadniętej z powodu uciekającego powietrza, a niebieskawy poblask wystawowych lampek dopełniał koszmarnego wizerunku. Lovino pomyślał, że stojąc naprzeciw tego zmarnowanego Mikołaja w wigilijny wieczór, moknąc i klnąc pod nosem, wcale nie wyglądał lepiej.
„To wszystko wina tego skończonego kretyna”, pomyślał, posyłając Mikołajowi groźne spojrzenie, jakby to właśnie on był tym skończonym kretynem. Mik
Highschool love? [Reader/Levi AU] 2/?Highschool love? [Reader/Levi AU] 2/?13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
This went on like this for weeks, and the first holiday was arriving quickly. This also meant that they would meet their seniors soon so they could be guided throughout the next parts of the year. For a while it was quiet in the classroom after this announcement and then the third years entered, it was a small group of about 6 people. A girl with strawberry blonde hair, a blonde guy with some kind of goat beard, a tanned guy with… weirdly styled hair, another man with curly blonde hair, a black haired boy which frightened [name] for unknown reasons and a female with brown hair tied up in a pony tail. [name] swallowed thickly and looked around, nobody else seemed to fear the guy so why should she? The teacher started explaining and soon put a name next to the faces. Now [name] knew that she was scared of Levi Ackerman. He just had a bad vibe around him, he seemed like a thug, the way his hair was cut and the piercings he had just made it worse. He also seemed to have a tatto
PyF: Recien CasadosEN UN LUGAR DE ESPAÑAPyF: Recien Casados20 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Un chico de 8 años de pelo negro regesaba a casa como hacía siempre tras el colegio, pero no esperaba que le dieran una noticia que cambiaria su vida
J.J.: -entrando en la casa- Papa, mama ya estoy en casa -se quita los cascos
Padre: Hola hijo tenemos que contaros algo
J.J.: ¿Que ocurre papa? -extrañado
Madre: Nos vamos a mudar, a tu padre le han dado un puesto de trabajo muy bueno
J.J.: Pero no es justo, aqui estan todos mis amigos y amigas
Padre: Haras nuevos amigos y amigas, pero entiendelo tenemos que irnos
J.J.: Y ¿por que no solo te vas tu? -enfadado
Madre: Hijo entiendelo es por el bien de todos
J.J.: -suspira- No me hace ninguna gracia pero si no queda otra -se dirigue a su cuarto- empezare a empacar -cierra la puerta
El resto de la tarde los tres estubieron muy ocupados guardando todas las cosas en las cajas y para cuando se dieron cuenta ya era la hora de cenar
Madre: Hijo venga vamos a cenar -entrando en su cuarto
Tails x male!reader~ bullied(part two)"Uh...." You looked at the towering unicorn in front of you. Her curly dark red hair was waist length, and her forest-green eyes spied on you. Rose. The meanest female mobian in the school. (My adopted oc! ;3)Tails x male!reader~ bullied(part two)18 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
'Crap' you thought. You knew what was about to happen-an incident that was going to leave a mark. Unfortunately, you and Rose left English at the same time, which meant this was going to an unavoidable fight of some sort. An evil smirk formed on her face. "Oh it's the king of gay people" she laughed. This insult etched into your brain like barbed wire (not really!).
This memory will probably linger in your head for years. Great. Like one of those annoying catchy songs that keep replaying in your head, the ones you can't get your mind off of. You glanced at the ground, embarrassed. Other mobians walked past you and laughed at the name, `king of gay people'. To be honest, if you weren't you, you'd be laughing your head off, though that wasn't the case.
Christmas Ball 1Dove poked the bauble dangling from the branch of a grandiose Christmas tree. The scent of balsam perfumed the entirety of the grand hall, potent and rich. Christmas back home was a grand affair, but not nearly as grand as this place. Of course, in home’s defense, it was hard to go all out on a holiday when there were always fights breaking out between tenants. It never snowed in the deep woods of Georgia, and between her mother decorating the tree in one theme of colors, and her Uncle invariably, painstakingly, re-decorating it in his lavenders and hot pinks behind her back, things could just be a bit chaotic. She fathomed he would this tree too, if only it weren’t so large. She imagined it was more than was worth the effort. And the rich ruby and gold trimmings were too luxurious to tear from such a lush piece of greenery. It just would never be a really classy, grandiose Christmas back home, not like this place. It would alChristmas Ball 110 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
21 spending the evening in a cafe HollaxuThis was just too cute not to do, I fangirled while writing this. Also 4 days left!!!21 spending the evening in a cafe Hollaxu7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Plates clashing against each other and the loud noise of people talking over each other, and the music, took over the whole café. It was loud but not rowdy as two males entered the café, it wasn't empty but there was plenty spare tables, joining the quickly dispersing queue and deciding what they were going to get. "Good morning and welcome, may I take your order" a quiet, yet cheery but deep, voice spoke out from behind the counter which instantly caught Hollow's attention, causing him to look up from his wallet. His friend, Rage, rapidly ordering while Hollow too in the, quite frankly adorable, features of the man behind the counter; the man had dark caramel hair and rectangle glasses, very much like his best friends, perched on his nose. "And you sir?" The 'adorable' man asked, Hollow quickly springing into action and ordering even if he did stumble slightly; the man
Forbidden RelationsThe annual market was something she always looked forward to, the one time of the year that she saw family and distant relatives that would otherwise be out of contact, save by messenger. It had been held in the Old Market for as long as she could remember. And longer than that, if the stories were true.Forbidden Relations10 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tirren might have been a forgotten city, abandoned by its inhabitants and falling into ruins as the desert reclaimed it but the city made a good gathering place. She laughed, leaning out of one the empty windows as she watched the bustle below her. Men and horses, women with small children running about. It made a change from the carefully guarded oasis that her family watched over. Water was a valuable resource after all, second only to the horses and sheep her tribe raised.
Her gaze caught and tracked one young man in appreciation. At seventeen she was old enough to marry, provided she found an acceptable match during the three week market. Her mother had shown her several prospectiv
30 day challenge - Day SevenMolly z całej siły starała się nie wybuchnąć śmiechem. Po długich perswazjach ze jej strony, Sherlock dał się namówić na wyjście wieczorem w ostatni dzień października. Co prawda napomknęła mu, że to wyjście będzie oznaczało przebranie się - stąd też opór Sherlocka, zaskakujące jest to jak można być bardzo przywiązanym do płaszcza i szalika - ale słowem nie wspomniała, że chodzi o Halloween.30 day challenge - Day Seven13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
- Co to u licha jest? - spytał, szarpiąc się z peleryną. Wyglądało to komicznie, jak detektyw-konsultant próbował się zorientować się, co do funkcji odzieży - Powiedz mi, dlaczego mam to założyć?
- Strój czarodzieja - uśmiechnęła się - Dobrze wiesz, że John cię zapraszał.
Watsonowie wyprawiali przyjęcie, w teorii dla W
To Father, from MarikDear father, I know you're dead but I'm writing to you so you would know how we are doing.To Father, from Marik5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
After you died I set our family free from the temple, I rebelled against the pharaoh because of the tradition I thought he bestoded upon us, from the first born being forced to have his back carved on with the pharaoh's secret to being forbided from leaving underground at all to protect the items and await the pharaoh's coming.
But while you dedicated yourself to serve the pharaoh, everything you did as well as the Ishtar's before us was wrong.
We didn't have to live underground from society father, when I first stepped outside in the world with Ishizu it was the most beautiful thing I've ever saw. And that's when I learnt what a motorcycle was and I now own one myself and I enjoy it every single day riding it. I understood that we had to protect the pharaoh and his secrets, but for us to stay underground was unfair to all of us. We didn't have to detach ourselves from society and the outside wor
~Guerra en plena Revolucion~ [Cap 0]~Guerra en plena Revolución~~Guerra en plena Revolucion~ [Cap 0]7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Capítulo 0 (?): “cruzada entre corazones”
Francia en 1794; un caballo de pelaje café rojizo y con crines negro corría a gran velocidad por los bosques de Francia en dirección a la costa, en el veloz animal transportaba en su lomo a un hombre conocido como Capitán Rouge Sang, de unos 27 a 36 años, de cabello largo usando un antiguo traje de mosquetero francés, ahora más gastado y algo roto debido a las múltiples batallas por el cual el portador paso para poder sobrevivir y estar cabalgando actualmente en su caballo. Y aun joven conocido como príncipe William de unos 16 a 18 años usando un elegante traje azul con blanco pero algo roto y manchado con algo de sangre que el chico cubría con una capa con capucha de color gris con la cual mantenía también escondido su rostro:
William: cuanto queda para llegar a la costa Capitán Rouge?
Capitán Rouge: Ya falta poco pr
Lesson Plan"Hey, Nin, your girlfriend...?"Lesson Plan20 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The languid haze that had overcome her mind slowly dissipated as if a sharp gale had come through and blew it away all at once. As the elf returned to reality, she realized she was hovering before Yura; her lips a small distance from hers and her only hand crawling up the skin of her thigh. The other limniris wasn't even looking to her. Instead, her blue eyes were glancing far passed her shoulder and to the ajar door that cut the darkness of her abode in two. Sliding her half-lidded eyes to the entrance, she noticed a familiar head of violet locks and shocked face tremble before her.
Before Nin could say anything, however, Ideni had bolted upon withdrawing back two steps and rushing from her home. Nin wasn't even surprised anymore when she hung her head in dismay. Be it the Divine Mother or not, some kind of intangible force was driving a stake between her and the waitress. Just when they were started to get closer, something would drive t
Isaac Moor's Lady seriesLady of the Meads 1 of 47 (?)Isaac Moor's Lady series2 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Water colour, 11x17 in
By Issac Moor, 1919
A young woman can be seen sitting atop a large stone looking over a dark lake. The grass has died. The sky is grey and ready to burst. The water is glassy still and a sickly green grey colour. The young lady is the brightest think in the scene, her pale skin is glowing and not hidden by any cloth, her rose gold hair is wavy and bound by an untramarine blue scarf. She looks nearly holy atop that cold steal grey stone as she looks over what must be a part of her Kingdom. She almost looks like an old masters opus brought to life by some kind of evil magic. The young lady is the loveliest of any yet you have not seen her face.
Lost Gentleman of the Lake 2 of 47 (?)
Water colour, 10x10 in
By Issac Moor, 1919
A young man has fallen asleep under a heavy willow tree. Not much of him can be seen though you can see the material of his cheap brown pants and his tattered shoes. Off to the side his horse is drinking from the l
My Millennium Part 9Chapter 22My Millennium Part 98 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“I really don’t understand how you watch these movies.” Carol said, laughing.
“You just need to look at the art.” I said.
“Oh yeah, I love the art of animated sharks eating people.” Carol said sarcastically, smiling brightly.
“In college, Tom and I would watch these movies all the time; that or play video games.” I said smiling.
“I could see that.” Carol said, nodding.
“We were very popular with the ladies.” I said, trying to keep a serious face. I lost it when Carol started laughing.
We were at my apartment, all by ourselves. Tom and Hannah were at Hannah’s apartment for the night. Carol and I had spent the whole day together, practically doing nothing, but the wonderful kind of nothing.
She was sitting on the other side of my couch and I really had to fight the urge to go sit next to her and put my arm around her, and cuddle and watch these dumb movies.
“I love science fiction
Day 2 [7 Day OC Writing Thing]Prompt: Entertainment GroupsDay 2 [7 Day OC Writing Thing]5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ever since the Nordic group was broken up into two, their fans were at war.
They were so focused on whether or not the two groups were rivals now that they were separated. Especially with a new member added.
Mathias, Berwald, and Emil in one, and Emil's brother Lukas, Tino, and Mathias's sister Suu in another.
But that wasn't the case.
They were still as close as one would imagine.
The fans were just too blinded to see that.
When one group needed help with moves or notes, they'd consult the other, and this made them all better.
But the fans' rivalries were getting out of hand.
So Emil and Suu decided to make a little agreement.
The fans wanted a rivalry, they got one.
But the thing was, they didn't tell their fellow members.
Everything started out subtle, with competitive glances and glares...
Until it turned into a "sexy-off", as the fans called it.
It went from clothes to moves, all the way to who hung out with who.
Suu and Emil let the rivalry get to the
Broken: Link X Heartbroken!Reader((This is my first story, please tell me in the comments what I need to work on. No flames, no hate, just constructive criticism. Thank you for reading!))Broken: Link X Heartbroken!Reader7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
You knew it was stupid to be depressed over a simple thing, the fact that the love of your life is getting married to your best friend. When you heard the news your heart literally ripped out of your chest and shattered. You didn't think the pieces of your heart would ever be fixed, you gave up hope. Your dreams where crushed. You smile painfully as you sit on the Clock-tower in Clocktown. Peaking down to see how far the drop was you took a few steps closer to the edge not noticing that he's behind you. His eyes that where once beautiful light cobalt blue, where now a dark stormy blue. He took silent steps forward making sure you couldn't hear him. Just as you where about to jump, he spoke to you.
"Think about what your doing" You paused mid jump as you heard his usual smooth voice, which was
MicropastelM-am hotarat.Micropastel15 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Merg la cumparaturi. Vreau sa cumpar carne de om. Sa-mi imbrac nimicnicia de suflet. Destul am stat agatata de ultima frunza ramasa in urma primei ninsori insemnate.
Imi va fi oare mai bine imbracata? Nu imi vor trada oare ochii golul de pe cer? Unde esti, Soare?
As vrea sa scuip anemic ganduri si sa scald in gura un singur nume. Sa te strig. Sa-ti aud pasii cu sireturi rosii apropiindu-se. Sa ti le leg de trunchiul primului copac intalnit in cale si sa iti ordon sa ramai. Sa ne traim!
E iarna iar.