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Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 6

Kurai and Yuki took Kage back home. Kurai had a few deep gashes on him and was bleeding, so Yuki ordered Kage to go to his room and stay there.

Kage went to his room grudgingly. He closed the door behind him and lied down on his bed, gazing out the window at the bright moon in the sky.

After a little while, Kurai and Yuki entered. Kurai had fresh bandages on, although they were beginning to get stained with blood.

“Kagekao; what were you thinking!? You could have been killed!” Yuki scolded.

Kage grumbled something and sat up, but didn’t really respond.

“What possessed you to go to the city alone, and on top Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 63 days ago in Introductions & Chapters

Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 7

Kagekao opened his eyes, squinting at the bright light of sunset coming through the window. He coughed and lifted his hand to his chest, feeling the bandages wrapped around him that were caked with dry blood.

He tried to sit up, but a sharp jolt of pain came from his back; he groaned.

“Kage, don’t sit up; you have some deep gashes on your back.” A voice from beside him informed.

Kage lied back down and turned his head; Yuki was standing beside his bed.

“Mom, I-” Kage started to speak.

“Kagekao! What were you thinking?!” Yuki interrupted him.

“It’s just that I . . . umm . . . IForgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 72 days ago in Introductions & Chapters

Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 8

Kagekao was still confined to staying inside the house. It was a good thing, even if Kage didn’t see it that way, because his wounds hadn’t fully healed yet; however, because he couldn’t go outside, he was constantly bored throughout the day.

When night finally arrived, Kage climbed into bed to go to sleep. After a few long minutes, he felt himself drifting off; but someone opened the door to his room and rushed inside. It was Yuki; she shut the door silently and then looked at Kage.

“お母さん? 何で-？” (Mom? What is-?) Kage started, but Yuki quickly motioned for himForgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 81 day ago in Introductions & Chapters

2p!America x Shy!Reader Cold. It was cold. Freezing really.
Washington this time of year was, really in lack of better words, numbed to everything in the outside world. Time seemed to slow down, as did crime, accidents and the such. Walking outside was just a bad idea, but you needed inspiration for your writing. Anything to spark your creativity, but as I said before nothing happens in December.

The small sleepy town of (make it up .-.) was not much help either. The snow plow had already come through and piled high icy mounds onto the sidewalks and median of Main Street, and thrown salt on the rode to prevent black ice. Most of the shops where open, warm2p!America x Shy!Reader2 days ago in Short Stories

Commission: Bully!RomanoxBullied!ReaderxFelicianoThe sound of guns* rang in the distance and got louder as you were slowly brought back to reality, but you willed yourself back to unconsciousness.

Later

“Crap! I’m gonna be late!” you shout whispered looking at you clock which read 5:00 AM. “Crapcrapcrap!!!”
Quickly grabbing your uniform, you ran to the shower, after that you ran out the door to attempt to reach school before 5:30AM. No, you didn’t go to a wacked up school that started at like 5:30 or 6:00, but it’s easiest to get to your first class without any trouble. Romano and his brother arrived at school around 6:00, and he wasn’t the nicest to you, or anyone. He pretty much singled out you for bulling though. He constantly hurt you both emotionally and physically. He call you wordCommission: Bully!RomanoxBullied!ReaderxFeliciano3 days ago in Introductions & Chapters

GermanyxReader- Been a Long Day

Well, here it is at five PM, the finish of a long day’s work. The both of you are standing in front of the elevator, shyly averting your gazes from each other, though you couldn’t help but glance over occasionally. Upon meeting each other’s eyes, you turned away again just as quickly.

The secretary and the clerk, not particularly well acquainted, not very much to say. Yet, anyone nearby could hear your minds ticking away.

Your lovely (e/c) eyes flicked over to his broad-shouldered form, wondering if maybe you took the same bus.

He glanced over and flushed as you ducked your head and looked away, running his hand through hGermanyxReader- Been a Long Day2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters

Pop-Rocks (KarkatXreader ) your name is _____, and this is whats happening.
Let's explain, shall we? You sit there smirking like a perverted idiot but what you're smirking at has nothing to do with your pervy mind. You have just handed your best-friend, (and flush crush) Karkat, a small bag of pop-rocks. This is going to be entertaining. “WHAT THE EVER-LOVING FUCK IS THIS _____?” he bitched as he examined the bag closely.

You giggle quietly, “It's candy. Just try it? Please?” He sighs and rips open the top of the bag. “WHY THE FUCK AM I DOING THIS AGAIN?” “Oh for fuck sake Karkat just eat it!”

He surrenders silentlyPop-Rocks (KarkatXreader )3 days ago in Short Stories

Carried Away-Colonist!AmericaxIndian!Reader part11

America's POV

Alfred slowly opened his eyes and blinked a few times to clear the fuzziness. He thought it was strange that the ceiling was made out what looked like tree branches, instead of the thick logs his father had secured with great care. And while he was thinking of that, why was the ceiling so low?

He sat up quickly and was assaulted by cold winter air. That's when everything that had happened came rushing back. Getting captured by Indians, becoming friends with _____, getting captured again, this time with others, the kids escaping, and then... It was really blurry and could easily been a dream, but he seemed to remember _____ hauCarried Away-Colonist!AmericaxIndian!Reader part112 days ago in Introductions & Chapters

The ListShe has a list.

She has a long, long list, spanning many pages in her notebook. There are pages upon pages, coated in a messy scrawl of blue gel ink that varies in freshness from hours to years.

Every night, she adds to it. Every night, religiously, ever since she can remember. She has to stay up as long as it takes to add whatever she can recall to her list, no matter how tired or how busy she is. If one were to happen past her house on any particular night, odds are the light would be shining brightly as she frantically scribbled in her notebook.

Her list is precious to her. She isn't proud of it, but she needs it with her always.

The lThe List2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Skin Disease. Reader x Norway

Ever since he could remember, Lukas has despised people touching him; on occasion it would make him physically ill when his friends would even pat him on the back.

Growing up, he had an aunt; this aunt loved her dear Lukas. She would pinch his chubby cheeks with her long, painted nails and kiss him and squish him and he remembered how much he hated that woman. Her painted face made him cringe and the scent of her strong perfume made him gag; and, when his mother left him in his aunt's care, she would touch him. Her older hands would feel his soft, young body and he could do nothing about it.

The woman made him completely resent the touch ofSkin Disease. Reader x Norway1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Phanerozoic lately i've had a certain thought stuck in my brain,
the thought of how easily i can change my fate.
retrospectives play and replay a silly habit embedded in me
like fossils rested in subsoil,
like little insects trapped in golden amber,
like gems cased in by stone:

i wait until its too late to open up.
by then, i've just learned to make myself comfortable.
i imagine how beautiful i could be if i opened up like gardenia.

i make promises to myself that things will be different next year,
thatPhanerozoic3 days ago in Letters

Construction Paper HeartIn all my life, there are many things my brothers taught me. Very few of them were taken seriously, and I can only remember a handful.

And so, rule number four was as follows: If you're ever on your first date with a guy in a restaurant and your date orders a lemon margarita, dump him. Immediately. Just end it right there.

Rule number six was to never, ever feed a stray cat tuna, for then, they will become tuna junkies.

Yes, I know, they're both very important life lessons; I agree. However, there's a deeper meaning in both of them. ...Well, alright, maybe there isn't.

But they did teach me this, and it's more than enough to make it throuConstruction Paper Heart1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes

Does Morality Have a Place in the Modern World?

Many are confused as to the above question. Others are apathetic. What does the Bible really teach on the matter? Please see my May 17th journal entry, and have your Bible ready!

John 8:31,32 Does Morality Have a Place in the Modern World?3 days ago in Philosophical

I am a womanI am not an object.

You cannot use me.

I was not made simply for your pleasure.
I am not a pretty picture to be used and thrown away.

I have a heart, feelings, dreams….

I have a purpose here.

I am a human being, a person like you.

And it hurts me when you treat me as less than human.

It hurts me when I become less than a whole,

And just the sum of my parts.

It hurts me when I become just something to please you.

It hurts me when you strip away my humanity,

My clothes,

My purity.

Even if just with your eyes and mind.

You cannot stare at me in longing.

You cannot undress me with your eyes.

You cannot force me to kiss you.

You cannot grope me as you see fit.

You cannot take advantage of me.

You cannot have your way with me.

I am not to be dominated.

I am not to be violated.

When I say no, I do NOT mean yes.

When I teI am a woman2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes

{Somehow He Did - Dirk}{Somehow He Did - Dirk}

one-shot - song-fic - Dirk x Reader

{- I wanna ruin our friendship -}

He saw her, he saw her again, after they said their hellos. He wanted to talk to her, just another a small conversation, anything. But she kept on walking, ignoring his presence in their short distance, walking.

He saw her, he saw her again, after they shared a wave of a hand and a smile. He stood near his locker as she opened hers, her quaint, small hands taking out her mathematics textbook, looking for her notebook as well. But she kept on searching, ignoring his presence in their short distance, searching.

He saw her, he saw her again, after{Somehow He Did - Dirk}3 days ago in Short Stories

{Sunday Morning - Jake}{Sunday Morning - Jake}

one-shot - song-fic - Jake x Reader

{- Sunday morning rain is falling -}

Jake cracked open his eyes in bed, [Name]’s head resting peacefully on his chest, going up and down as he breathed steadily. The comforter they shared was extremely warm, making him feel more relaxed than ever. He rubbed his eyes with his free hand which wasn’t around [Name], trying to wake himself up. He took his glasses from the bed-side table, slipping them on.

He looked outside the window, and saw that there were dark clouds forming in the normally bright skies, a few drops of rain starting to fall down.

Rain on the last day o{Sunday Morning - Jake}1 day ago in Short Stories

2p!England x Reader - Hide and Seek

2p!England x Reader

Hide and Seek

Ding-Dong
Hurry and open the door, I have come
Even if you try to hide, it's no use
Ding-Dong
Hurry and open the door, I have come
It's already too late to run

"Arthur? Where are you?" You yelled looking for him.

You looked around outside. Arthur decided he was going to play hide and seek... at midnight. Gosh you really hated when he was drunk. He would do the craziest things and deny it the next day. You looked all around the outside of his house. You finally realize "I bet he went inside" 'Why didn't I think of that 15 minutes ago?' You thought to yourself

You opened the door to hear silence. Arthur s2p!England x Reader - Hide and Seek2 days ago in Short Stories

Phineas and Ferb Character Analysis: Candace Flynn

Ah, Candace Flynn. I have been waiting to talk about this character for a long time.
In my opinion, she is the funniest character in the show. That’s not to say that the other characters aren’t funny or interesting because every character in the show has some funny moments and are interesting when it comes to their character. But if I had to choose who the funniest character of the show is, that would be Candace. Every one of her antics always puts a smile on my face. However…when I started watching the show back in 2008, it was not like that.

But I am getting ahead of myself let’s talk about Candace herself.

CandacPhineas and Ferb Character Analysis: Candace Flynn1 day ago in Reviews & Guides

Just A Maybe. Reader x Romano

On the outside, people couldn't see how much she wanted to make herself bleed across her carpet. They couldn't see the stains of her tears on her sleeves or the mascara streaks down her cheeks when she was alone. She carved lines into her skin, marking all the times she's felt alone, depressed, anguished, wronged, or helpless and cried into the blood until they ran purple.

She was pathetic, weak, and foolish; that's why she did this to herself - she was a coward, afraid of the real world. She locked herself within her own mind from the outside and refused to slide the only key inside through the small sliver underneath the door so someone, aJust A Maybe. Reader x Romano6 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Misconceptions of Authors + Their Place in Society As I continue writing and looking up tidbits of information, I am unfortunately reminded that the make-up of today's society seems to not appreciate authors as much as they once did. My only question is: why is that?

Surely there have been great technological advances in which it is easier to obtain books (audio books, Kindles, iTunes downloads, and the like); however, it seems that we hold the creators of our most beloved stories at low esteem. There was a time when authors and certainly artists of any talent were looked upon as the most intelligent of intellectuals, second only to scientists and philosophers. We are being bMisconceptions of Authors + Their Place in Society2 days ago in Academic Essays

AmericaxReader-Plots,Plans,and Answered QuestionsYou looked at your partner in crime, closest comrade, and best friend Catherine with disbelief. In all the year you had known her, all the adventures the two of you had, you never expected her to betray you like this. She had chosen to tell you such in a secluded spot at lunch at least. The two of you always ate lunch by a tree a good distance away from anyone else in your high school. Not that it was much of a challenge as most people didn’t bother with you two.

“You what?” Your voice was starting to hit a register so high that only dogs heard.

“I may have…let slip to…a certain person that you happen tAmericaxReader-Plots,Plans,and Answered Questions2 days ago in Short Stories

Germany x Sick!Reader: Special

Special

You groaned. Something about yourself woke you up, and you raised your head, which was probably the worst mistake so far.

You swayed, and fell back with another groan.

„Liebe?”

You rolled over onto your back, and winced at the German in front of you.

“H-hi, Luds,” you whispered, smiling, before you covered your eyes with the back of your hand, the smile turning upside down into a grimace.

“(Y/n)?” The sound of cloth rustling hit your ears. “What’s wrong?”

Normally, you’d head for your parents’ room, but you were living alone now…with your German boyfriend Germany x Sick!Reader: Special2 days ago in Short Stories

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