30 Min Fic: From the Fire Rises a God of HateFrom the Fire Rises a God of HateMore Like This
“Lava is a funny thing,” I muse. “It burns everything and anything absolutely.”
“Hate is also a funny thing,” I think as I fall. It’s a quick drop; there wasn’t that much space between the ledge where I fell and the liquid fire waiting below. “Hate is funny because it’s a lot like lava. It scorches the heart and soul and tears friendships to pieces.
It’s enough to make best friends bare fangs and claws towards each other. It’s enough to cause Moirails to become bitter enemies. A Moirail turned monster gloated as I fell. I hoped my eyes could burn my hatred for him into his skull. I wished for nothing more than to implant that seed of destruction in his mind and make sure the last thing he ever sees when he closes his own eyes is my anger.
“Hate is so much like lava,” the look of shock is long gone by seconds after I was impaled. It was replaced by the twisted sna
Winter Angel Chapter 1 (Jack FrostXReader)BUZZZZZZZZZZZZ.More Like This
You look up from your book. The laundry's done. You get up and begin folding. Since your washing machine is broken, and your family can't afford another one, you're stuck dragging your laundry all the way down town to the laundry mat every few days.
“Finally Finished,” you say admiring your hard work.
You load up the laundry in your dull red wagon. Because you can't drive yet (well, drive legally), you have to use your old wagon you played with as a kid. You pull the wagon out the door and up the street. You stop to rest at the corner while sitting on your favorite bench. It's your favorite because you have a perfect view of the park. Snow half-covers the ground creating a green and white blanket. You watch as familiar children play in what's left of last night's snow. Jamie and his friends were as lively as ever as they danced around playing tag. You close your eyes to enjoy an oncoming gust of wind. Winter, it's finally here! It was your favorite tim