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Falling for Grace Falling for Grace
My boots crunched as I stepped in the snow, making a trail from the woodpile back to the house. I wouldn't really call it a house, more of a cottage really. I love where I live, a small cottage back in the woods a little. Brown wooden siding and a brown roof, it sticks out in the snow covered woods.
My arms have started to ache, for this is the sixth armload. The snow does not crunch so much now, since all my trips back and forth have made a well-tread path. I stepped inside the door and a wonderful wave of warmth and sweet spices engulfed me. The warm fire in the wood stove still burns well, but better to go get the wood now then when it gets dark and colder outside. I placed the wood in a spot near the stove where wood is always piled. I brushed myself off, took off my boots and jacket and sat down on the sofa near the stove.
“Now where in the world is the remote?” I shouted out loud, but I know there will be n
Contest Help - Extract A rough knock on the door made Isabella jump as it echoed in the quiet building. There werent many visitors to the Genealogy department of the archives daily, but they always came with an appointment set. Isabella thought back to her planner and realized that she didnt have any appointments that day.
Ben, can you get that? She asked as she continued with the papers she was currently sorting. She heard him move from his desk over to door, and she heard the sound of the door opening. The words were a bit muffled, and Isabella couldnt understand what was being said, but when she looked up Ben was right in front of her looking anxious.
There are some men out front asking for you. He said as he tilted his head in the direction of the front door, and then headed back to his
Contest Help - Plot SummaryIsabella Russo loves her work as an archivist. She researches peoples family history, and loves to make it a little mystery for herself. But of all the mysteries of her work, she never thought that her history line would be the one that she was trying to solve. When strange men attack and try to capture Isabella, she runs off with her new co-worker Ben to try to figure out who is chasing her, and why.
The small country of Mesina is a corrupt one, and its only getting worse. An elite force of men and women are on the hunt for a long lost royal. One that could take the throne and turn things good for the monarchy and the country. Will they be able to stop her before she figures out the whole thing and ruins everything?
Her, You + Me
She sits on an old swing laughing and playing.
She is old enough to know better but still too young to be bothered by anything.
She has your bright blue eyes.
She has your dirty blond hair.
She really does look just like you.
She loves looking like her daddy.
You can relate to her playful manner.
You are still too young to care.
You can't stop loving her hair.
You can't believe that she looks just like you.
You love it that she looks just like you.
I can't help but play with you both.
I stopped caring about maturity long ago.
I can see you shining through her eyes.
I can't believe her hair looks like yours but smells like mine.
I love it so much that she looks like you.
I love seeing you shine out from her same smile.
Another Story IdeaFootsteps on the sidewalk could barely be heard as a young woman ran down a busy New York City street at morning rush hour. Her brown hair was up in a bun, but there were many fly-aways going in every direction. Her arms were full of many different things, her purse, a shopping bag full of items unseen through the shiny clouded plastic, a smooth black binder full of the day to come important papers, and a tray of 4 coffees.
It was morning rush hour and with all the people out on the street, it was amazing that this woman was still on her feet. She shuffled through and around all the people, careful not to spill a drop of coffee.
Dressed in business attire, she looked like every single other monkey out on the streets that morning. Her dress jacket flapping from side to side around her knees as she ran down the street.
She slowed down when she noticed that things were starting to slip from her grip. Nobody noticed and kept going on their merry way. A couple people actually bumped into he
The sun shines brightly high in the sky, it's warmth tickling everything it touches with it's rays.
The wind blows rustling the wheat stalks playfully. The noise it creates is barely heard over a little girl's giggling. Her laughter sounds like pure, liquid happiness without fear or sorrow.
A little girl, barely the age of 3, runs happily through the wheat. Her curly hair matches the color of the wheat, and shines in the sun as it bounces about her shoulders.
Her light purple sun-dress sticks out as the only bright color as it brushes about her legs as she runs. Her small sandaled feet run as fast as they can take her, sometimes almost making her lose her balance, but she manages to stay on her feet.
At long last her feet get caught up and she falls forward. But her cheerfulness is still intacted and she doesn't even pause in her laughter
She stood at the edge, the waves crashing on the cliff far below her.
The warm salt air blew about her face, playing with her hair.
Her bare feet touched the stones, warmed by the heat from that days sun.
Her long silk dress rustled gently around her ankles.
Her arms were open taking in the setting suns warmth as she gazed down below her.
For once in her life she felt completely free.
Free of all the troubles and heartache in her life.
And there had been many troubles for her to deal with.
This freedom wiped away all her sorrow but one.
She was left with the deep feeling of loneliness.
It was that same loneliness that drove her to that very edge.
Taking a deep breath she leaned forward, letting the salty air gush past her as she fell freely.
Story IdeaHis long jacket moves about his legs as he walks down the dark alley. He fears nothing but many fear him. He is a king of his kind, and he had to fight many battles to get to the top.
He dresses all in black, and even his hair and eyes are no exception. He walks strong and proud in the dark of night that he calls his own.
She is an outsider, a rogue and is never one to follow the pack. She dresses divinely, but every two weeks she is not as beautiful as she is told frequently.
Always alone she finally realizes that she is missing something in her life.
Could their two world become one or will they both perish in a fight for their lives?
Let It Go ( Rapunzel Version)The sun glows bright on the mountain tonight
Not a footprint to be seen
A tower of isolation and it look like I'm the queen
The wind is howling like this swirling flame inside
Couldn't keep it in heaven knows I tired
Don't let them in don't let them see
Be the good girl you always have to be
Conceal don't feel don't let them know
Well now they know
Let it Burn Let it Burn
Can't hold it back anymore
Let it Burn Let it Burn
Turn away and slam the door
I don't care what mother is going to say
Let the flames rage on
The sun never bothered me anyway
It's funny how some distance makes everything
And my mother who once controlled me
Can't get to me at all
It's time to see what I can do
To test the limits and break through
No right, No wrong, No rules for me
Let it Burn Let it Burn
I'm one with the sun and sky
Let it Burn Let it Burn
You'll never see me cry
Here I stand
And here I'll stay
Let the flames rage on
The sun never bothered me anyway
My powers flurries though the
England x Sister!Reader: Gay or British?
"Why do you keep staring at me?"
"Because," [First] [Last] said, stretching out the word. Eyes narrowed, she stared at Arthur Kirkland. "I see you hanging out with a bunch of. . . guys."
Arthur is a man with messy blonde hair and emerald eyes. He proclaims himself as a gentleman, but his language when he's angry goes against it. Right now he was sitting at a table at a cafe with a newspaper in hand.
[First] is the a younger sister that uses vulgar language from time to time. She was a little strange to others, for she plays some video games like Call of Duty, or Pokemon. She had [h/c] hair that was usually shiny, and [e/c] eyes that were currently scrutinized at Arthur.
Two cups laid on the white fabric of the table. Arthur had specifically ordered earl grey tea, while [First] asked for [drink]. Francis Bonnefoy was the owner of this cafe, in whic
Jeff the Killer x Reader- Sleep and SeaweedYou smiled as set the phone down on the beige countertop, and rushed into your room. You had just called up your group of friends about going to the beach, which you hadn’t done since last summer. Slamming open the closet doors, you picked through the unorganized mess and finally found your (Favourite Colour) two-piece, which included boy shorts which was a plus one in your book. Grinning, you stripped off your previous clothes and placing on the swim attire. You grabbed an oversized, black shirt and exited out of the room. Hearing a car honk, you quickened your pace. You rushed into the bathroom, bending down and grabbing the sunscreen and at least four towels. BEN and Vanilla would probably only dip a toe in the water and run off, so there was probably no reason to bring towels for the aquaphobes. Getting up, you heard three more honks. You cursed under your breath, running out of the bathroom and slipping on a pair of flip-flops, grabbing your keys and running out of the house
Levi x Reader: After All This Time? (8) William was pacing around the room. He was currently debating with himself whether or not he should visit (f/n) this early after returning her to the mortal world. He wasn't sure if he wanted to visit for the cause of checking on her, or he just really wanted to see her. His heart thumped faster just thinking about her. 'What has this woman done to me?' he thought, taking a seat on one of the chairs. What has she done to him?
He liked her. No, he loved her. All he thought about was her. She could never leave his mind, even if he tried his best. He would often get distracted by the thought of her as well. Was it the looks? The way her shiny hair move when she did. Or when her luscious lips spoke. Her beautiful voice saying his name that he just couldn't get enough of. Or maybe it was the way she treated him. She understood the meaning of loneliness and knew what he felt like. She could empathize with him more than anyone in his whole existence.
Levi x Reader: After All This Time? (9) (f/n)'s eye shot open immediately, before she could react to William's lips on hers. Levi shoved him and pushed him against the wall. He had his arm on William's neck, very ready to strangle him. William, however, remained unfazed by his attack.
"Why were you kissing my wife?!" Levi shouted, adding pressure on William's neck. There was something about this man that Levi could not trust. And something that he didn't like as well. (f/n) was confused. She woke up feeling warm and soft lips and now the owner of those lips was being strangled.
"I'm going to kill you for that!" Levi shouted once more, about to strangle him to death. (A/N: LOL)
William got bored of Levi's childish threats and his not so effective strength and shoved Levi off, fixing his tie that Levi had ruined.
"Levi! What the hell are you doing in my room?" (f/n) questioned, keeping a stoic yet irritated face. She looked at William threateningly while he
Rainbow Dash x Male!Pegasus!Reader
A kick start
Fandom: My Little Pony: FiM
Rainbow Dash x Famous!Male!Pegasus!Reader
My Little Pony FiM and its characters © Whoever created it [too lazy to google]
This story © RecklessAlbinoChibi
You/Yourself © Whoever you want, dear.
The young Pegasus couldn't contain her excitement. Her turquoise wings twitched and her hooves fidgeted beneath her. Rainbow Dash couldn't stand still, no matter hard she tried nor how much her friends sighed in annoyance of her antics. To say she was joyful or happy would be an understatement. But today, and today only, would her friends allow this behaviour without uttering so much as a single complaint. She pounced up and down, her violet eyes eagerly searching throughout the crowd of gather ponies. The whole of Ponyville seemed to be gathered here, all with the hopes of meeting one of the most famous pony's in all of Equestria [
Don't Touch My Hair (Bucky x Reader Oneshot)If it wasn't for you 'The Winter Soldier' wouldn't have a place to crash tonight. Yep, you were harboring a deadly hydra asset in your home. But it's not like you invited him in, he just kind of barged in and threatened you with death if you didn't. It was only a day after the SHIELD HQ had been destroyed along with Hydra that the soldier had become a fugitive. He'd come and go as he pleased, no questions asked, and return in the dead of night through your bedroom window. You knew that if you let him out of your room your parents would freak out, like anyone would if they knew you were hiding a convict, so you had to slip into the kitchen and bring him food.
"Here" you said handing the soldier (who was seated on the floor across from you) a plate with a turkey sandwich on it. He simply nodded in acceptance of the food, and removed his mask to take a bite out of his sandwich.
You sat on your bed silently watching the soldier eat, wondering if you should strike up conversation. "So" you
Romania X Neko Reader
Romania X Reader
A man is walking down the street. He has strawberry blond hair with crimson eyes and pale skin. He is wearing a dark red overcoat with a white shirt and black pants underneath and black boots. He is strolling along the side walk calmly.
“Go away you filthy beast!” a voice shouts
The man turns to see another man swinging a broom at a cat. The cat has messy (fur/color) fur and fear filled (eye/color) eyes. The cat yowls when the broom hits it and it falls into the street. The man huffs and returns inside. The other man runs to the poor creature.
“Hey, are you ok” he ask petting it gently
It turns to him and meows painfully. He sees it’s a girl and also notices her leg at an odd angle.
‘It must be broken’ he thinks
He scoops her up in his arms. And walks away.
He returns home he puts her down on the couch and leaves only to return with a first aid kit.
“I don’t know much about taking care of cats but I will do my bes
SlendermanXMale!Reader Part 2~Slenderman X Male!Reader Part 2
“What happened to you?” Asked your mum, glaring at your jeans.
“Oh I fell over…” You said, nervously rubbing the back of your neck thinking about your encounter and how the tendrils felt wrapped around your legs.
“And where’s the camera?” Your dad added.
“Oh shit…” You mumbled.
“Language!” Snapped your mum, sending you a sharp look.
“S-sorry…” You looked down and felt like curling into a ball.
“So, where is it?” Coldly said your dad.
“I-I…I lost it…”
And, this of course led to a huge argument. It never mattered what the subject of the argument was, your mum and dad would always find a way to blame you and gang up on you. “Do they get joy out of screaming at me or something?” You sighed to yourself, taking a large scolding off both parents at once about how careless you were.
You had no id
Lost Love Soft, gentle, spring rain beats down on the already soaken green grass. Tombstones in perfect rows look like they're in a watercolor painting because of the blurry edges the rain creates.
A woman walks amongst the graves, her barefeet tickled by the grass. She walks slowly and determinedly, a wilting white lily clasped gently in one of her hands.
Her long flowing lilac cotton dress is just as soaked as the grass and sways heavily about her ankles as she walks. She stops every few feet looking- not because she is looking for someone, that she knows is lost.
She finally comes to a final stop, falling to her knees in front of one certain stone.
The tears that run down her cheeks are undistinguishable from the rain.
Gently she places the lily at the foot of the stone, her hands drawn up to her face to pointlessly
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