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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?
The Fridge3:02 a.m.
I woke up slowly and groggily, in the sort of half-dreaming way that you do sometimes. There were a few disoriented moments in the dark, as my mind sorted reality from dreams, before I knew where I was. You were asleep, curled up next to me with your arm over my midriff, your hand resting on my belly underneath the sheets, making me feel safe.
My stomach gurgled urgently, and I realised that I was incredibly hungry. I looked over at the clock and saw it was 3 a.m. I usually sleep soundly, but hunger always manages to get my attention over any kind of sleep. It wasn't as if I had gone to bed hungry. The leftover serving bowl on the side cabinet formerly full of ice cream would attest to that fact; however, my belly was unconvinced and continued to complain. Nothing else to do, I suppose, but get up.
I slowly and carefully pick your hand off my belly and move it to one side, trying not to wake you. A bit futile I suppose, it's not like I can move with much stealth these
WonderlandThe woman called Alice walks alone through the hollow streets, a seed planted in her sterile heart and a rifle sleeping in her belt. Last night, she'd witnessed the popping of Pérignon, and a dazzling display of fireworks, complete with alcohol-polished emotions and hundreds of thousands of citizens pulsing rowdy fanfare. She'd netted her highest number of kills that fateful day. Blood still rests in the creases of her palms.
A streetlamp greets her brightly with its mild glow, and alerts her to a dirty and disheveled homeless man groveling for money on the other side of the street. The young couple next to him give a feeble attempt to back away, claiming they have none to spare.
"Lies," Alice whispers. She can easily see the pearls jingling from the lady's neck, and a well-crisped suit guarding the young man from the night chill. Money is more than expendable to them. And this city could do without this attractive mask of a couple. They, too, are expendable. Alice begins t
Hetalia X Reader: Perceptive
You woke up to your alarm ringing. You turn off your alarm while yawning sleepily.
Another day of work
You slowly got out of bed and begin another journey of your usual daily routine of brushing your teeth, taking a shower, eating breakfast, getting dressed for work, and so on.
You yawn while leaving your house through walking out of your front door before closing and locking it. You start walking down the pathway to your car but stop seconds later when you saw a familiar blond-haired kid riding a scooter around in front of your front yard. You frown, narrowing your eyes slightly.
Great, it’s that annoying kid again. You thought while walking towards your car, bad mood already start starting.
What’s he even doing here anyway? He’s been here every morning creating that same noise and he doesn’t even live in this neighbourhood.
After unlocking and getting in your car, you start the engine whilst eyeing the kid at the back of your c
23. Befriend Me - Jake English x Reader
It was you 17th birthday, you didn’t want to do anything with your friends this year, for one they were all busy and didn’t really have time to go. You didn’t fret though. Your parents promised you that you would get to go on a special trip, just the three of you. You arrived at the campground, the forest trees a dark shade of green, and the sky, a beautiful shade of blue, not a cloud in sight. You all set up your tents, your parents are giving you space, so the tents are spread quite far apart.
You stepped out of your finished tent and looked around, there were other families in the area as well, most with younger children than yourself. You told your parents you were going to check out the forest for a bit, they replied with their favorite line “Be Careful.” You walked slowly taking in the scenery, until you bumped into a taller looking boy.
“Ow… I’m so sorry!” You said softly.
“It’s quite alright dear.” He look
Water Runs in My Veins I break the surface and feel the waves embrace my into their icy, yet soothing arms. Once I am completely immersed, every inch of my skin tingles. My bones seem to melt to match the temperature of the water, and my movements become fluid. I deftly plunge deeper, feeling both the cold and the warmth rush past me with every stroke. The pulse of the ocean beats against my skin; it is alive. I open my eyes to take in the scene. I can't see clearly, the images are blurred. Still, I can make out soft hues of color. I reach out and feel the hard, smooth surface of a rock, resting amongst others. I feel a rigid plant, and my hand even grazes the backs of a couple of slimy fish. With each connection made by my senses, I feel a rush of adrenaline. I am truly unlimited when I'm under the sea; my fears have been washed away by the white waves.
Growing excited, I continue to venture deeper into the dark depths. Soon, I feel wisps of seaweed brush up against me, tickling
Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess and a handsome prince. The prince was a little older but the princess didn't mind. He was like a brother but very, very cute!
But the princess had an evil, mean, stinky older sister who always took the prince away from her! This made the princess very sad and angry!
She wished she was older...that way she could have the prince all to herself!! So one day she prayed to the stars and wished to be older!
"AND IT CAME TRUE!!!" Brianna screeched in her room. She stood in front of her mirror and struck a few poses. The clothes draped on her, and the heels were way too big for her feet. They were heels, bright red ones from mother's closet! Her dress of choice was the most beautiful one out of her mom's closet- a lovely blue sparkly dress which flowed outward like a mermaid dress. However, when Brianna wore it, it looked like a bag.
That's not all she had "borrowed." Her mother's jewelry always lay in the jewelry box on the dresser. It was
Shipping Surprise, Part 2
Jeff and Cal were waiting by the side door when I arrived at the factory. It was the night after I'd accidentally ended up in Cal's stomach, and this time it was my turn to try being on the other side of things.
"Hey, Cody," Cal whispered as Jeff unlocked the door. "You ready?"
I nodded, trying to conceal my nervousness. I don't think I fooled him. He patted my shoulder reassuringly as we went inside.
As we walked through the factory to the packing machine, Jeff handed me a banana. "Here, eat this," he said around a mouthful of his own.
"Huh? Why?" I asked.
"I read up on the LiquiPack today. There's a lot of test reports and studies online, if you look in the right places. I wanted to see if anyone had noticed any weird effects on stuff that had been packed with it. It turns out if you do meat and bananas at the same time, the meat comes out really stretchy and hard t
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
Hath No FearGiving yourself completely up to fear is kinda like falling in love: You can't pin point exactly when it started and by the time you realize that you are surrounded by that sensation it's already game over. Just like the image of the person you are in love with starts creeping out from every unexpected corner, fear never leaves your side when you give it a welcome stay. After a restless sleep, it starts beating anxiously in your heart the moment you wake up in the morning and commands all your thoughts and actions throughout the day. It is nothing short of a prison, except you are the only inmate and the warden never takes a break. Ever.
I do not exactly remember when I let fear occupy my being but I remember the exact moment when I realized I was ruled by it. It was late in the afternoon, everybody was out there 'getting busy living' and I had locked myself inside my bed half awake, not particularly finding any valid reason to get out of it. Then I was awakened from a nightmare by my
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