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Today is the day! You had been looking forward to this day all weekend. Today, you were going to wear your new contact lenses! Ever since you were little, you’d had to wear glasses. You loved glasses until you got into highschool and you realised that you looked a million times hotter without them. Also, people had been picking on you a little, because they made you look kinda weird… Your best friend, Alfred, had been supporting you and defending you for the past couple of years, but no matter what he did, you still got picked on (except for that one time when he punched one of the kids and got suspended…. That shut them up

 You sat outside, letting the warm, summer breeze lift your _____ hair from your face as soft sunlight danced upon your skin.  The tree limbs above your head swayed and the leaves rustled around your head.  The sound of footsteps approaching roused you from your daydream.  Your eyelids lifted allowing the bright light into your eyes.  As you squinted against the sun’s rays, the silhouette of a young man became apparent. The smell of coffee and hamburgers greeted your nose when the thunking of footsteps finally ceased.  “Yo!  What are you still doing out here?!”  The voice was much too loud for this perfect summer day, but

A/N: Over used title is over used. Felt like writing this after a conversation with a friend. Enjoy~! ~*~*~*~*~*~ My body ached, every limb hurt and screamed with ever slow step I took as I got closer to my goal. My feet throbbed in the high heels I wore, and my skin would give off chilled goose bumps with every burst of cold summer wind. The breeze caused a shutter and a muffled squeal to erupt from my chapped lips as it drifted up the skirt of my dress. I bit my lower lip and went on with my slow limp like trot to my destination. I was not going to walk home. Not at this hour and when I lived so far away. Instead I was going to turn to a

Arthur watched the delicate white flakes drift past the window, thin tendrils of ice snaking over the glass. The world was awash in a swirl of gray-blues and whites, even the trees just beyond his garden frozen and wreathed in ice. Arthur sipped his tea, and turned away from the window, sitting on his favorite armchair and opening a book. The fire crackled gently in the grate, warm orange tones dancing over the floor and walls. Someone pounded on the door, startling Arthur. His book fell to the floor from its perch on his lap, his tea threatening to spill as he lurched forward. After a calming breath, slight irritation set in. Arthur set hi

Back in high school, Tino fell for a girl within his year level. Her name is [First name]. She is strong, intimidating to a few but her gentle heart and willful leadership. She was the first to stop Arthur Kirkland from setting a monarchial government to the Student Council. One time, Tino saw her buying food items at the local grocery shop. She held a lot of bags and Tino called her so he could help. [Name] was hesitated at first but then she gave in. Tino was surprised that she goes to a family that resides in the slums of the city. He knew that she came from a well off family and so did he. His parents own a large corporation at Finland,

The (hair color) (nationality) sat on the bed with her knees huggled to her chest. She placed her head and started to think about...her future. It was currently cold and snowing outside, she was staying with inside the Nordic family house or how she calls it; for the roommates of the house were from the Nordic countries. She was actually friends with them but the Danish, Mathias Køhler was the closest. They would always hang out together up to now. The reason why she was staying there because her house is under construction, redecorate and so on... All of them went out for grocery shopping, except for Mathias and (Name). (Name) wanted

“You’re not gonna get away with leading me on.” Warning: Contains dark themes, a mentally-insane Matt, and ‘lime’ content—beware. Matt glared down at his iPhone. Another call that went straight to voicemail. He felt his palm twitch. It took nearly all of his self-control not to throw his phone across the room. Why weren’t you answering? Did you not have your phone with you? Was it dead? Did you lose it? Someone steal it from you?  Did you get a new number?   Or… are you just ignoring his calls? He felt a wave of red anger strike down his arms at the thought. Of course, he was frustrated wit

“Take my hand, love. Onward to a better place.” London, England: The Great Plague. Year: 1665. The black-death epidemic was killing him. Though, not literally killing him. He had yet to be infected. For now, he was just so stressed, devastated, and worried to the point where his life felt like a living hell. And hell meant death. In other words, the bubonic plague- an incurable disease caused by bacteria- was slowly, painfully killing him in a different way than everyone else. He’d never felt more useless in his entire life. He tried so hard to protect them. He searched everywhere for an answer. But in the end, all he

“Okay, so I love you. Deal with it… idiota ragazza.” You’d never been more worried in your entire life. You continued to sit in that uncomfortable hospital chair, simply watching him, for hours. Though no matter how long you waited, he still wouldn’t wake up. You had no tears left, your knees weren’t shaking anymore, and your heartbeat wasn’t thumping erratically. Not like it had been during the time of the accident, of course. You sighed, and continued to watch his sleeping face. He looked so cute and innocent that way. The nurses had cleaned him up pretty well; so his body wasn’t covered