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I apologize in advanced for any spelling or grammatical errors -- while I did read over this twice, I may have missed something. Sorry!

"The December wind wrapped itself around the two as they briskly made their way down the crowded sidewalk. They didn't mind the cold all too much for their sheer excitement kept them warm. A mother and a son had traversed into the Inner Sanctum of the Main City to prepare for the festivities. It was the 20th, and on the 21st a world-wide celebration would ring out in glory of their leader's name and birthday. It wasn't just a celebration for him, as on the 21st everyone shared in on the gift giving and gooDeadbird Background2 years ago in Short Stories

Nekotalia GilbertxReader

You were lying in the sun, warming your (h/c) fur. You heard some commotion in the near by yard. 'Master won't be mad at me if I'm the far...' you thought. You got up and stretched out, fixing you ears and collar. You jumped onto the rim of the fence and looked into the neighbor's yard. A white tom was teasing another cat. You mewed at them and both looked up at you.
"Why are you up there?" Asked the white tom.
"Well I heard something so I wanted to known what was going on..." You looked at his red orbs with your (e/c) ones.
You leaped down from to the fence and trotted to the cats. The other stared at you.
"Hey aren't you the Austrian'sNekotalia GilbertxReader10 months ago in Short Stories

I'm your kitty, babe!

(A/N: in this you're both 12 years old, but like the innocent type, not the type in today's generation…-.-'')

(Alfred's POV)

I watched her slump in her desk as she buried her face into her arms nuzzling her sleeves slightly. I furrowed my eyebrows realizing what was wrong, ____ was upset. Sure I'm stating the obvious but this wasn't an exception. _____ was never and I repeat- NEVER upset! She's always happy and smiling, like me! The Hero! B-but never mind that! ____'s the topic here.

I walked up to her, painting on my awesome heroic smile and sat across from her. "Hey ____!!!" I cheered happily. She looked slowly peeked up from the deI'm your kitty, babe!11 months ago in Short Stories

A way to shut you up! AmericaXReader

"NONONONONONONOON~ FUUUUUUUCK! SHIT YOU FUCKING SON OF A WARARARARARAR~"

_____ laughed as she watched her best friend ,Alfred, scream at the computer as he played a custom story of "Amnesia" . He seemed to like the game but also get the shit scared out of him when he played -not to mention his cute outbursts when he's trying to run away from…uh…whatever those things were.

"NOOOO! RUN LIKE A BOSS! RUN LIKE A BOSS! RUN! RUN!!" Alfred cried out smacking him keyboard like crazy. ____ couldn't help but to hold her gut as this scene played through. She watched as he stared at the screen intensely yelling out random gibberish. _____ heA way to shut you up! AmericaXReader10 months ago in Short Stories

The Lady of Chains (Part One of Five)

As soon as the doors closed, Viola knew she'd be lucky if she was ever given the chance to step outside them again. The sound didn't just echo throughout the tower, but appeared to signal the ending of her old life and the beginning of an entirely different one.

"You'll have to watch this one," Mrs Casket said, holding up a frail hand speckled with age. The index finger was missing. "She bites."

Viola averted her eyes, trying to ignore the ball of apprehension growing in her belly. She gazed up at the winding staircase. Her tongue felt like a strip of dried leather and it was difficult to form words around it. "How much longer until we're tThe Lady of Chains (Part One of Five)9 months ago in Short Stories

Dear DoctorDear Doctor

I didn't get my Hogwarts letter
I didn't compete in the Hunger Games
I wasn't in the battle for Middle Earth
I didn't meet my time traveling Henry
I didn't find Graverobber in the graveyard
Sylar didn't come for my brain
I didn't find a Death Note
I wasn't born in Gotham
My dad didn't go on a hunting trip
I didn't meet a consulting detective
I couldn't join Loki's army
I didn't kill Zombies
I didn't get my ticket to The Devils Carnival
I didn't become a killjoy
Mother War didn't take me to the Black Parade
Freddy wasn't in my nightmares
So I'm asking you to come pick me up in the Tardis
I only want something excDear Doctor1 year ago in Short Stories

BrokenIt was over, the war was over and he had lost. He gazed accusingly to his brother with his only eye, the other recovering under the heavy bandages that embraced his skull. His body was sore, riddled with scarring wounds and ugly bruises. He had absolutely nothing, his home was burned to the ground, his legacy a scorned footnote on history, his people without a future, and it was his fault! His ruby colored eye hardened as a shield to hide his feelings of pain, betrayal, and hatred. He didn't know what hurt more, the pain of being beaten within an inch of his life, or the fact that his own brother had done this to him. He looked back to the otBroken2 years ago in Short Stories

Reunion english translation

Total sleep in the last 3 months:
- 5 hours!

Once again, a well done job!

A little word from the author:
So, it has been almost 3 months since I have given in to one of my favorite hobbies: role playing on messenger. I became enamored of role playing several years ago and developed two of the characters you see here, Faust and Cendre.
During an innocent discussion with Amaltheren, a friend of mine, we started playing a couple of scenarios involving Cendre and Morquendi, her character. Role playing is like smoking. Even if you stop, you always go back to it.
I enjoy role playing a lot because it gives me a little escape from the grayisReunion english translation1 year ago in Short Stories

Love is War

La journée s'était envolée aussi rapidement qu'un oiseau effrayé, plongée en pleine effervescence et joyeux préparatifs. Les bonnes nouvelles du front avaient redonnées du coeur à la population. L'envie de s'occuper des préparatifs du rituel d'été ressurgissait, maintenant que Lliane était de retour au palais. Nombres de soldats profitaient d'un peu de repos pour jouer les héros et se trouver une amie d'un soir, avant que bientôt les hostilités ne reprennent, et que les hommes se battant encore sur le front Est ne reviennent pour se faire remplacer. Pour ceux qui revieLove is War1 year ago in Short Stories

.:Dark Kiss:. Ulquihime

~*~

I do not understand.

Smiling is a mere false show;

Crying, the product of the eyes' foul itch;

Anger, the worthless pretence of self-justification;

Gladness, the putrid writhe of chemicals in the gut;

Happiness, the dirty concoction that poisons with despair;

Love, a weak blood organ waiting to burst.

I do not understand these idle things, empty concepts as they are.

Void, I feel nothing, and nothing is what is necessary.

I do not understand.

~*~

The black night was pierced by the pallid glow of the white moon streaming through the barred windows of the vast edifice. Hanging frozen within the dark abyss, it was like a pendulum.:Dark Kiss:. Ulquihime2 years ago in Short Stories

The Troubles of DatingThe Troubles of Dating (and Time-Travel)

I suppose she was the first girl I fell in love with because of something other than a nice pair of breasts, and therefore, the first girl I fell in love with whom I actually succeeded in asking out on a date. More than anything it was her hair, the way it was neither curly nor straight, but wavy, and in a dark and dreamy shade of red that nearly seemed black. It reached down beyond her shoulders, and I could find myself staring at the back of her head for hours during our classes, mesmerized by it. Breasts weren't half-bad either though.

And she was a nice person. At least, that was the impression IThe Troubles of Dating2 years ago in Short Stories

Germany x Reader x Prussia: Write to Her for Me..

This man had the most mesmerizing eyes you had ever seen. They were like fiery rubies, burning through your soul. He spoke in a soft tone, despite the harsh German accent. "Are you alright?" You looked up into his eyes, still captivated by them. He smiled softly and picked up your tiny body. "Zehre's von right here!" he shouted.

A group of soldiers crowded around you. You clung to the man's slender, milky white neck. "She doesn't look any older zahn ten," one of the soldiers reported after inspecting you a bit.

"Gut. Zehn I shall take her to zee camp," the man stated. "She can't shtay here like zihs." You watched as the soldiers stood firm Germany x Reader x Prussia: Write to Her for Me..9 months ago in Short Stories

How the Fairytale EndsI remember lying in the dark the night after we killed the troll. My bandaged side hurt like hell, and I thought maybe the arrow the monster had used had been poisoned. I shivered at the thought and pulled my cloak farther up to my chin. This left my feet, bare, of course, so I sighed heavily as I tried to bend down and cover them again. I had barely moved before he was there, pushing me back down gently and settling his own cloak over me.

"Idiot," I heard him mutter.

I fell asleep with a grin on my weary face.

That I can remember clearly, though it seems so long ago now.

This journey of the king's faithful young knight and a starry-eyed How the Fairytale Ends2 years ago in Short Stories

Fic: Wounded Heart

"Don't worry Korra," Bolin said, gently squeezing the young Avatar's shoulders. "There was nothing you could have done."

"I should have been there Bolin! I should have stopped it! I'm the Avatar for Spirits sake," Korra replied, spinning around to face him, anguish in her eyes.

"Korra..."

"No. It was my fault. I should have been there, instead of being on a stupid date."

Feeling his eyes mist over, Bolin turned his head away from the Avatar's gaze and focussed it onto the floor. "I'm sorry you thought it was a waste of your time Avatar," He mumbled, scuffing his feet as he made his way away from her.

Heart twisting as she broke his heartFic: Wounded Heart1 year ago in Short Stories

The Piano DemonThe first time I saw her - really, really saw her, not just glanced at her as we tried our best to catch the back seats in the small university classrooms - she was at a piano. Maybe I'd never have really been able to notice her had it not been for that one, strange evening when destiny gently pushed me out of my awkward life and into hers.

If only children can be prodigies, then I wasn't one any longer. I'd lived through my glory years at school, where I'd gone off and won prizes for art and English, maths and physics, running circles around classmates and less talented professors. Eventually, when push came to shove and I had to figure outThe Piano Demon2 years ago in Short Stories

:.AmericaxReader: I don't like you, I love you.:You walked down the streets, quietly and cautiously. The sun had just set, and the sky was now a light magenta color, slowly turning purple. You couldn't help but awe at the wonderful scenery. It was quite lovely, especially for it being springtime. A smile stretched out across your face as you continued to walk to your friend Alfred's house. He was expecting you for a night of playing video games and pigging out on junk food. You see, you and Alfred had been friends ever since middle school- 6th grade to be exact. You were the new kid on the block, and most of the kids at school would pick on you for being a newbie. Alfred was the only one t:.AmericaxReader: I don't like you, I love you.:1 year ago in Short Stories

Afterlife:Persephone and Hades

Afterlife
There should have been fire. She was definitely expecting there to be blazing red fire, tortured souls, and Cerberus foaming at the mouth. Instead as she descended, trepidation eating away at her, she was surrounded by iridescent milky light filling a void of darkness. She clung to the stony wall as she continued slowly down the circling steps taking in the scene before her. Looking forward she was surprised by the layout before her. She paused for a moment taking in the landscape. Directly ahead of her was a forest of luminously vibrant trees. Leading from the steps and through those lustrAfterlife:Persephone and Hades2 years ago in Short Stories

My SaraIf anyone survives the world's ending, I only want them to hear the truth. I know, if there is any history after this is over, she will not be remembered fondly. I cannot blame them. They didn't know her as I did.

The moment we entered the world, we were engaged, tied to one another body and soul. We grew up together on the castle grounds, exploring, laughing, getting into trouble, just as all children do. My Sara had an all-consuming love of science, and of discovering the inner machinery of the world. She would take me through the castle courtyard, and show me the delicate spider-webs covered with dew, and the lacey wings she had plucked fMy Sara2 years ago in Short Stories

The Monster of Orange Joyling

The children had never seen a monster before.

They'd heard the stories, of course. It was impossible to live in the City of Always Nightfall without having huge, cavernous dreams about the bone-pile it digs its roots into. It was a very big and bloody bone-pile, the one crunching underneath Singing City.

There was Glum Rradung, the bulge-eyed sewer-midget who slithered out of water-closets and gulped down children wandering about in the dark. There was Ingalin, the hungrymind which spontaneously formed out of clutter and garbage. There was the Very Practical Man, whose face was just an enormous nose and an even bigger grin, a demon who, theThe Monster of Orange Joyling2 years ago in Short Stories

A Boy, A Tragedy, A New Mother Chapter 4 Bryan eagerly un zipped his suitcase, his skin just itching with excitement that had him shaking all over body. Selena Watched him closely chuckling as she watched her Human Son unzip his carrying case and was just as eager herself wanting to see Bryan's Belongings and Treasures. Bryan finished un zipping the suitcase and threw the opening compartment wide open, and what he saw filled him with excitement and joy. Bryan saw all sorts of his stuff that still were within the case that were messy and tossed around due to the fall from the bridge A Boy, A Tragedy, A New Mother Chapter 411 months ago in Short Stories

TurkeyXReader- From The Heart

You were sitting on the park bench, staring at the note you wrote for Sadik. Sighing, you stuck the note in your book and began to read, or at least tried to. You wished you could give the note to him, but you were far to embarassed. What if he didn't like you back? You continued to stare at the pages of your book.

"Hey! _____!" A familiar voice broke you from your thoughts. You looked up and smiled at Sadik.

"Hello Sadik," You said to him. He was wearing his mask as usually and that cloak he hardly every took off.

"Haha. What are you doing?" he asked.

"Reading," you replied as you closed your book. "What brings you here?"

"Oh I was checTurkeyXReader- From The Heart7 months ago in Short Stories

[Short Dialogue] Say I love you

"...Lovino?"

"Hm?"

"....Do you love me?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Why won't you tell me that you love me?"

"U-Uhm....w-well I don't know..."

"oh."

"..."

"..."

"Lovino?"

"U-Uhm, yes?"

"I love you."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"T-Ti Amo, ____."

"Hehe, close enough~" [Short Dialogue] Say I love you1 year ago in Short Stories

This Is Why We Can't Be In LoveThe day we first met, she was naked. The empty gallery had turned the A/C off and she said, "it's hot, too hot for clothes," and she stripped down to skin. She was pink and raw from sunburn, shiny plasma peeking out of translucent cracks in her epidermis.

"How many times have you done this today?" I asked her. "Also, hello."

I know I flushed pinker than her, fully clothed in my capris and navy fingerless gloves even though it was already July-- burning for her, because she didn't seem to notice her own skin.

She smiled, asked, "Am I beautiful?"

"I don't even know you."

"Okay," she said.

"I have to go," I said.

"Okay."

* * This Is Why We Can't Be In Love6 months ago in Short Stories

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