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Every Angel Deserves a Child"I can't feel the unfurling of my wings, Daddy."
I was not her father. I had entered her life when she was two years old, and she called me Daddy since she never knew her real father. Her mother's death two years ago made me the sole, living parent of an eleven-year-old, and I never felt like I was the right person for the job.
"What do you mean, Asrin?"
"Mom always said that when puberty started I would be the swan that emerged from the ugly duckling. She said I would be able to fly gracefully towards my dreams. But, I don't feel it."
As much of a woman as she was becoming, she was still a child. I wanted to answer her question, but I really had a hard time discussing her blossoming womanhood in the middle of a laundromat. Her pretty eyes were pleading with me, but I told her we'd talk later.
Janet had told Asrin a lot of things before she succumbed to the cancer. The last week or so of Janet's life were morphine-induced fantasy, I think.
Janet and I had met during cEvery Angel Deserves a Child1 month ago in Short Stories

The holeI was walking, and then IThe hole3 weeks ago in Short Stories

A not so damsel (BTT X Reader)

“Zhere’s notzhing to do!!!” Gilbert complained loudly to his companions as Francis read and Antonio sucked on a lollipop while doodling on the back of a blank report.
“I don’t know what to tell you mon ami.” Francis replied running a hand through his silky blonde hair.

He, however; glanced over to see Antonio not listening since he was totally enthralled in his drawing. After raising an eyebrow Francis asked, “What are you drawing zhere?”

The tanned male looked up and grinned cheekily. “Hahaha I was drawing myself rescuing a chica, that would be fun would it not?” The in a suddeA not so damsel (BTT X Reader)2 weeks ago in Short Stories

HetaliaXLittle!Reader: nation Picnic"Hey Alfred~" the cute little nation smiled up at the tall American. "Hey (name)!!" He yelled kneeling down and hugging her. (Name) blushed and giggled. "So how are ya enjoying the nation party?" (Name) looked around at all the nations around the park, throwing footballs, arguing and having a good time. "It's fun!" Alfred smiled at how cute she was. "(Name)!! Come er' lassie!" (Name) saw Scotland calling her over. She quickly said bye to Alfred before running to the Scottish man. "Scottie!!" (Name) squeaked jumping into his arms. "Ahah ey lassie how ar' Ye doin?" She giggled at his accent "I'm great!" Just then the BTT walked behind them soakHetaliaXLittle!Reader: nation Picnic1 month ago in Short Stories

Claire and Selena

It had seemed nice to get out of my parents’ house, out of that tiny sleepy village, and with my job at a local bakery I was able to comfortably fund a little place out in town for myself. Well, maybe not all to myself, but with some flat mates. So I looked through papers, visited a few apartments, saw some horrible things, continued to look. Then I came here.

The flat was a beautiful place, with high ceilings and arches and double doors and big, tall windows, a beautiful big kitchen and gorgeous rooms.

I immediately wanted this apartment, even after first meeting the only other inhabitant, Selena. During the brief interview she seemeClaire and Selena1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters

Revenge is Best Served in a GroupSpike groaned, opening her eye's slowly. " The fuck...?" she mumbled as she looked around. She found herself in what appeared to be a large warehouse. And a rundown one at that. As she went to move she quickly discovered that she was restrained. Looking down she found herself sat down on a chair with her arm's tied behind it. "Hey! What the hell?" she said loudly, frustration showing on her face. It was then she noticed that all the other member's of her gang where there with her, tied up like she was. Slowly they where all coming to.

"Oi...the bloody hell happened?" asked Raven with a small shake of her head.

" Where are we...?" asked FangRevenge is Best Served in a Group1 month ago in Short Stories

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 Romano5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

FireIt had been the choking smoke that had woken him.
No alarm bells ringing, no automated dowsing of water.
He’d woken up, coughing and spluttering, to find his room thick with the acrid smog slowly creeping in from underneath his door.
There was a moment of confusion where he didn’t know what was going on, whether he was dreaming or just seeing things, until he tuned into the sound of crackling and spitting coming from all around him.
Despite the coughing, the sound and the smell, he didn’t want to believe what was happening. Surely the house, his home for the past twenty years, couldn’t be on fire.
But it was. And for some reason the smoke alarms hadn’t gone off, and the sprinklers, set in place to safeguard the old wooden building, weren’t functioning.
Knowing he couldn’t just sit there in bed, Isaac snatched his glasses up from his bedside table and jammed them onto his face, bringing the smoke around him into focus. Though, given the density,Fire3 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

she who eats the light, he who commands the deadThe queen of the dead waits vigilantly for her lord on his bone-erected throne. She smiles, hooking her legs over the arm of the throne, and simply wills time to move quicker. When her lord finally stumbles in, exhausted from keeping souls in line, she merely rises and moves to his side, looping an arm around his waist to support him.

“Forget the servants tonight,” she whispers, her sweet breath hot in his ear, and he nods, tired more than anything else.

She leads him to the bath, stripping his clothes away and all but lifting him into the hot water. She pours scalding water over his head, but it does not feel scalding to himshe who eats the light, he who commands the dead2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

A Creative Love (reader x America)"Hey_____!" you heard Alfred shout. You turned around,clearly taken by surprise. He looked more adorable than usual today. His blond hair fluttered in the wind,his baby blue eyes shimmered. "Yes?" you asked,attempting not to blush and failing miserably. He grabbed your arm and your face turned a bubblegum pink."Come with me for a minute" He pulled you towards his car. that tone in his voice... were you mistaken or was he trying to... seduce you? "Buckle up" he said coyly once again.You obeyed. you clarified this in your head. You and America had been friends since you were infants. you had a crush on him since before you knew what a crush waA Creative Love (reader x America)3 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

WallpaperShe leaves the window to let the rain in. She watches the lazy river form and fall, seeping into the designer wallpaper and staining it. She watched the rain tug at the seams of the walls and imagined the room coming undone around her. She imagined the ceiling caving in and crushing her. She lay still and watched the rain fall. She lay still and tried not to breathe, to burn, to break.Wallpaper3 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

100 theme challenge001. morals
there is nothing wrong with leaving behind politeness for happiness and we could all do to remember.

002. parade
the aches in my skin parade within my bones like a sin.

003. prayers
i say your name over and over like it is a prayer to keep my head above water.

004. clear skies
just because things are cloudy doesn't mean there's no sun behind them.

005. happy birthday
i give you a feminine loofa, funny boxers, and your favourite candy- i want this to show you i love you even though i'm broke.

006. apples
my white flesh browns under my thin skin- i am rotting to my core.

007. letters
hours of letters written and phone calls si100 theme challenge1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

a windy flowerWarning: Gas fetishism.

"Tora, dear, don't worry, Mama will be home soon," Magnolia crooned into the phone, toying with the silver spoon that stuck out of her bowl of curry.

Across from her sat Cedric, her date. Indian was the restaurant for tonight, since the woman insisted on devouring something spicy. And to such a pretty face, Cedric honestly couldn't say no.

One would have to wonder how he even snagged such a beautiful woman; while Cedric was by no means ugly, he certainly didn't match up with the gorgeous vixen known as Magnolia.

Cedric watched in silent yet jealous awe as she spooned another mouthful of her soup, licking her cherrya windy flower1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Fiction : Chapter 32 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters

punishmentWarning: Gas fetishism.

"You must understand, Clement, apologizing does not return the seven hundred dollars lost for smashing that hard drive," Magnolia said slowly, drawling her words so that her subordinate heard every last syllable.

Her dark eyes narrowed as Clement swallowed and nervously glanced around the room. Within Magnolia's soundproof office, standing next to her desk with the door closed felt like being in a cage with a tiger. Although she decorated her office with pictures and potted plants, Clement still felt trapped. The large window behind Magnolia's desk offered no reassurance, even if it provided the two with a view of thpunishment3 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Fire The fire illuminated my face as I watched it flickering amongst the logs, glowing and burning. The heat beamed upon my body, warm with love and affection.

The flames twirled, twisted and curled in a fiery dance. Blazing horses ran across the red plains. Phoenixes soared through the lapping inferno. Dragons rose upon the crimson waves. A story being told in every second.

The crackling filled my ears and the burnt smell of seared lumber lingered near my nostrils.

It smiled at me, offering me a safe and secure hearth. Its gleaming arms beckoned, presenting protection. These were the characteristics of a sheltered haven.

But&heFire1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Andrea's Roommate (Intro)"Wow, now this... This is an apartment!" Andrea did a faux wolf- whistle as she surveyed her new apartment, which, up until now, she had no idea how it looked. For most college Juniors, this would have been a bit of a warning sign, but, unfortunately for Andrea, she had spent most of the summer procrastinating, which lead to her being in some what of dire straits when it came to a roommate, or, to be more precise, living quarters in general. However, in a brief stroke of luck, she had managed to find someone who had posted a Craigslist ad looking for a new roommate.

"College girl seeking female for roommate after prior roommate cancelled.Andrea's Roommate (Intro)1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters

Wait for you~ (A Sonamy Story) A Sonamy Story~
This is for: ~bah1301

“I’m sorry, Sonic. But...I think it’s time to move on.”
“What are you saying? I’m telling you that I love you. I’m confessing them to you.”
“I don’t believe you, Sonic. Every day, I give you my love and strength, and hoping that you will love me back...But, all of them vanished from my dreams already.”
“Stop saying that!”
“You know that’s the truth.”
“No, it’s not! Please, give me a chance.”
“No...”
“Why?”
“I...just don’t know. This is goodbye, Sonic.”
“Where are you going?”
“To a new life.”
“Ames, please. Don’t leave me.”
“You don’t want me in your life, I always knew it every time you run away!Wait for you~ (A Sonamy Story)1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

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