An Angel's Curse: WIP 1/12/19 Angel sat in her room, staring at the TV, trying to ignore the constant pain. It’d been three months since she’d been diagnosed with Chronic lymphocytic leukemia, and she wasn’t getting any better. She looks over to her side, where her dad slept in his chair. He’d stayed up until 12 last night because she wasn’t feeling well. She switched the channel to Animal Planet, and reached for her diary. Grabbing it and her pen, she began writing.Help me please
‘Dear Diary, it’s me again. I miss my brother. I haven’t seen him in a week. I know he’s hanging out with those friends, I just know it. Dad won’t tell me where he is, but I know the truth. He’s never been the same since the divorce. I want to see mom again, for her to see me. I feel like this divorce is my fault. I don’t want to die… They’re taking me in for a surgery to remove whatevers causing this. I hope it works… I want to see my fr
Avengers: Our Fallen PrinceThe blood was the first thing Tony saw. Even amongst all the chaos and screaming surrounding him, he could never forget the sight of it, the horrific reminder of his own mortality and how despite all his attempts to be so, he was by no means larger than life and at any moment it could all come to a screeching end. But it wasn't his own blood, despite the battered and torn condition of his suit; he had thankfully remained free of such wounds. No, the blood was someone else's, someone he knew all too well.This story is so sad!
It was almost impossible to see in front of him, the explosions coming from all sides and the rubble and dust surrounded him, along the faint cries and yells of the other Avengers, desperately trying to fight off the danger as best they could. But all their yelling, their cries to him, all seemed to fade away into nothing as he found the source of the blood and the broken and battered figure, in a torn and ripped red and blue suit.
For a moment, Tony just stood there, frozen