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(HetaliaxReader) My Neighbor's a Country?! by IeXxXeL-ArtandFic, literature
Literature
(HetaliaxReader) My Neighbor's a Country?!
The house that was to the right of your home was very large and pretty. If you had more money when you had moved you would have most likely moved into that house. But either way you loved your home just as much. It was a week since your old neighbors moved from the lovely house and the house seemed empty, as if it were waiting for someone to move into it, and bring life to it once more. Until, one day you noticed that the 'For Sale' sign was gone, making you know that someone had purchased the house.This made you very excited, and curious to who your new neighbor or neighbors might be. It could be a nice elder couple, maybe even a married ...
Tempo by WildWolfMoon94, literature
Literature
Tempo
{So What}"I think," Alfred says slowly, like saying it any faster will mean that lightening will strike him, like the world will crack under his feet, "This is some sort of build up from over two hundred years of acting like you've got a stick up your ass suddenly imploding and you'll regret this all within a week."Arthur flips him the birdy with one hand, fiddling with the tuning of his beautiful electric guitar with the other. Bright pink hair doesn't really suit him; he always looked better in green and some shades of purple. Alfred doesn't say this, however he knows how much pride Arthur takes in the styling of his neon pink mohawk."...
Graffiti Joe: CreepyPasta Inspired Story by THEMYSTERYWRITER, literature
Literature
Graffiti Joe: CreepyPasta Inspired Story
It was Christmas. It just gotten dark, as I was finally able to leave the office that night. The streets were damped from the heavy rain; it had been an unusually warm winter. I stopped down town for some Christmas shopping for the kids. When I first arrived, it was impossible to find a parking spot on the square,so I had to park a good three or four blocks away. I finished my shopping after an hour, and I began to wander back to my car. My feet squeaked and splashed against the damped sidewalk. The air was chilled that evening; luckily I was wearing my trench-coat. It was still cold as hell, but I pressed onward nonetheless to my car....
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