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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?
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
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.
Daddy...meet my Boyfriend.
Your second daughter, Christa, has decided to finally invite her boyfriend over for dinner. You're the only person that knew of your daughter's secret boyfriend and kept her secret from her over protective father and brothers.
"I'm just glad I get to meet this mystery man of yours, Chrissy. What's his name again." You asked as you poured the pasta into the strainer.
"Reiner. Mom...could you please keep your voice down"? Christa asked nervously. You knew she was afraid of her father over hearing her. And Levi's ears had more power than thirty bloodhounds put together.
"Oh, sorry sweetie. What time is supposed to be coming over"? You whispered.
"He should be arriving in ten minutes."
"Who should be arriving in ten minutes"? A deep and v
"Mom can you please stop taking photos? This is the third memory card that you've replaced since I put on the dress." Mikasa complained. You on the other hand was over joyed. Your oldest daughter Mikasa was getting ready for her magical prom night and soon preparing for her graduation. Christa was sitting on her big sister's bed just as happy as you were.
"Oh Mikki quit complaining! You are just absolutely beautiful!! Look at my baby!" You squealed. Mikasa couldn't help but smile at her overly happy mother.
"Oh! I remember when I went to my prom. I went three times though." You started.
"Three"? Christa asked dumbfounded.
"Well yeah. The first time I went with your uncle Mike because he's a weirdo and no one wanted to go with him. The second time I went with Mr. Springer....that I regret. And the last, Oh my! That was my prom night. My prom ni
TG Caption This: Turned Into A Olympic Swimmer
TG Caption This: Turned Into A Olympic Swimmer
Mike was a fantastic swimmer, he trained every day and had won many prizes as well as competitions, but one day his younger sister gave him an odd swimsuit it covered most of his body resembling a girls one piece swimsuit but his sister assured him it would be fine. He didn't want to upset his adorable sister so put it on and went to the back of his house for a swim (such a good swimmer had to own a swimming pool). He dived in the cool water flowing against his body, for some odd reason it felt nice to swim in the tight fitting swimsuit, as he started to swim his concentration went immediately to his strokes, swimming through the first length of his pool, his body hairs fell off, that wouldn't bother him he was planning to shave his legs to be more hydrodynamic. He completed his second length his large square shoulders made for powerful stroke seem to round and get smaller nothing to noticeable but enough to be seen. Going on to his third
TG Caption This: Don't Leave The Toilet Seat Up!
Well, now I've gone and done it. You may be wondering what it is I've done, well, let me start from the beginning. I was you're average guy in a rented apartment with a female roommate. Arrangements were simple, the rooms clean, except the bedrooms which were a mess, no matter how much we cleaned. Hmm, before I continue I should tell you about myself. My name is... was... umm, Chris, just call me Chris. as I said before, I'm an average guy. Neck length dark brown hair that never looks tidy no matter what I do with it, thin build, a bit of stubble, you know the drill. Now I like to think I'm a nice enough guy. I keep the door open for anyone passing through, I serve others meals before I serve myself, I try to keep out of peoples business when they want me too, I'm always scarce when my roommate has friends round, unless they want me around, etc. But I do have a habit that my roommate hates, and it's why I'm in this situation to begin with. Let me recount the tale for you all.
Embroidered 13 (LevixReader AU)
It was nightfall by the time the storm blew over. The streets of Rose township were slightly flooded with little debris from trees and garbage. Petra decided to spend the night and went home to get some clothes. As for you, of course you had to stay and watch Levi, whose fever was starting to let up a little bit. After that whole incident, you refused to look at him or even speak to him. Of course he was pissed off about it but he didn't let it show. He pretended not to care, which was a big mistake. He finished his second part of his experiment by seeing how you'd react if he did something that caught you by surprise, which was a big success. But the third and final step of his plan was interrupted by Petra. The third step would have concluded your feelings for him. Your acceptance of him. He was looking forward to tasting your lips. And hearing you moan his name as he kissed your flesh sent him over the edge. He was going to make you his ri
Dragon-Girl Feeding HabitsWisps of steam and polite, muted feminine voices filled the warm air. Occette sighed, sinking up to her neck in the pleasantly hot waters of the spring. A princess by birth, Occette was accustomed to extravagant luxury, but the tranquil, rocky environs of the hot spring, where she and five other equally nude princesses currently relaxed, was a treat even to her royal sensibilities. The large, circular pool was over 100 feet in diameter, with the center being quite deep, and ringed by tall, impenetrable rock formations except for a single small path that lead to the exit/entrance of the area, providing ample privacy. It was no ordinary hot spring either, of course, or else such a collection of female royalty would not have all been attending at once. Indeed, this spring was situated in a strange and fantastic land know as Felarya, and was fabled to provide longevity and lasting beauty to any virgin maiden who bathed in it . . . and the spring itself
Morning Spells ( Hijack, Kids )" Mama! Mama!" " M-m-ma-ma-ma-ma!"
Hiccup opened one green eye, only to quickly close it, pulling his hand up casually over his mouth to hide his smile.
Jack giggled softly against the pillow, he knew what Hiccup was up to.
The twins came rushing in, and though they weren't quite able to climb up on the bed, Frost still attempted to, and December resolved to gently poke Hiccup.
With Daddy's help, Frost made her to perching on top of Jack's back, then rolling over him and squeezing space between Jack and Hiccup.
" Mama!" She squeaked.
Hiccup restrained his giggles and Jack lightly bit his own tongue to stop from laughing.
" Mama!" Frost squealed a bit louder, determined to get Hiccup's attention.
" E-a-s-s-st-ter-r." December whimpered, attempting and failing to climb up in the bed like his sister.
Then they both looked up at Jack at the exact same time.
" Okay, okay, Daddy will handle this. So you see, Mama's under a spell-"
Both of the twins gasped simulta
Gone (Contest entry) Simon hadn’t moved in a week.
They had been about to go on another adventure, just the two of them; Lewis had told him to be at the wide meadow an hour’s walk from Yoglabs by noon. The spring day had been clear, and Simon had taken his time walking down the beaten path to their usual meeting place; he was late, but Lewis was used to that. The sky had been a brilliant robin’s egg blue, the poppies were nodding in a soft breeze, and birds chirped softly as they flew overhead on their daily errands.
The sky was clear now, and he hated it. How could the sun be shining like nothing had happened? The sky would be eternally gray for him now.
He’d heard the struggle before he’d seen it, the worn boots which clad his feet scuffing up small plumes of dust as Simon increased his pace. One hand had risen to adjust his horned helmet in preparation of a fight. The sounds had gotten louder as he’d approached: voices raised in anger and d
To Hoard Cakes: A Canadian RomanceOnce upon a recent time, in the mysterious kingdom of Canada, there lived a young artist named Christin. She was effervescent, eccentric, and somewhat reclusive, working tirelessly on her craft, keeping only cat and canvas as company. She worked so very hard, and often forgot to eat. The townspeople worried for her health, as she often left her lights on well into the next morning, sometimes days in a row. She didn’t always notice other people stopping by, even working during sales of her wares!
Of the townspeople, the baker’s apprentice, Brady…something or other, was the most concerned. He’d seen her on the rare occasions she wandered into town for something. She seemed as though she wasn’t there as she went about her errands. Her hair was in unkept, eldritch tangles, and she was smattered with paint, chalk, and ink here and there; her eyes seemed to be staring a hundred steps in front of her. By all accounts, she should be some strange creature,
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?
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