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Gap Year: Chapter Four"Give me a shout when you're done," I told Antonelle when the others had gone.
I drifted back to the lounge, sat down on the sofa and played Temple Runner to while away the minutes, but quickly became disengaged and resulted in gazing blankly around the room, turning my mobile over and over on my thigh.
The general untidiness of the lounge called out to me to be cleared, and I defied its pleas for as long as the fight or flight instinct permitted. But somehow the mess seemed to intensify the harder I tried to ignore it, until I found myself on my feet - putting things back in order.
It was an odd sensation: cleaning up without being forced to. It felt somewhat unnatural... somewhat apocalyptic. But after I'd picked the cushions off the floor and thrown them back in their places at the arms of the sofas, and slide-slash-kicked the rug into its original position, it became easier. Terrifyingly so. Once the board game had been packed away, and the hand-held game consoles returned to their
Gap Year: Chapter 3We reached home in fourty minutes, which is a considerable reduction of the usual time.
Even though the shortcut was rather... atmospheric, it was a good one, so we were all up for going through it again the next day. In fact, we used it every day for the rest of the week, both to and from work.
Though we listened out for it, none of us heard the tolling of the bell again. The sights and sounds beyond the park were still rather obscure and there were never any other pedestrians walking around, or at least not when we were there. But we got used to all of this strangeness, until we found ourselves ambling through the place and regarding it as "our" shortcut, or even "our" park.
Once or twice, we took a closer look at the old building, peering through the windows for signs of activity (which were so thick with dirt, inside and out, that all we could see were germs breeding) and knocking on the door for some kind of answer. But we got nothing, and still couldn't decide what
Gap Year: Chapter 2Two weeks went by in our new home, and things were as settled and harmonious as they were ever going to be with seven teenagers running the place, of which only three seemed well-versed in the art of housekeeping. Those three were Sean, Li and Antonelle. Enzo, Hannah, Michon and I were definitely trying, and by our own standards we were doing so well we ought to be paid. But the others were hesitant to praise us for our efforts. Nonetheless, there were reasonably few arguments and disasters. The bottom line was, despite all that we complained about, we were enjoying ourselves, and no-one was having second thoughts about being here.
Antonelle had rustled up a large "Chores & Errands Rota", and fixed it to the giant corkboard in the open-plan kitchen and dining room. She'd written it all herself on stark white paper framed by red cardboard, in black marker, Comic Sans style handwriting. She'd even gone through the trouble of adding little illustrations - grocery spilling ou
Subliminal MessagesSixteen-year-old Uryu Ishida sat on a windowsill with the fat sun beaming through the panes in a rainbow-lit stream. Masaki Kurosaki sat next to him with her back against the warm glass.
Ever since Katagiri died, Masaki had been like an aunt - a second mother - to Uryu. He felt easier in her company than he did with his own Dad. He talked more, smiled more - even laughed - when she was around. On her own of course. He couldn't fathom that man with the cockatoo hairstyle she was married to. What's more, knowing that she had been a friend of Katagiri's was comforting. Because friends are like vessels of the same water, each one mixed with the other, and can never be separated. It was as though a shadow of Katagiri existed in Masaki's being.
Uryu had his feet up on the sill, back against Masaki's shoulder, who was reading aloud from their favourite book. He was staring out of window, only vaguely hearing the words of the story. But his attention was drawn away from the sky when
Diary of a Wimpy SamuraiEvening - D:1056/Xuang Yi Xao Dynasty
The end is nigh.
I know, I can feel it.
The steady hum of an approaching army is pulsing through my veins. That is how I know: the end is nigh.
Mother always said I was a sensitive one, always able to sense things before they became evident by sight or sound. As was the case when, no matter how stealthily she'd step into the cookie cupboard, I would always know it, feel it - always - and come tearing up to her for my fair share of the goods.
Bravely, I cower in my tent, waiting for the end to come upon me. Did I mention it was nigh?
My brethren marched off to meet the enemy in honourable warfare over an hour ago.
'You must come with us to the battlefield!' brother Ichiban had yelled at me before they left.
I shook my head wearily and turned aside from him, unable to face the disappointment in his wide, earnest eyes.
'Why - why won't you fight? Is that not the role of a samurai?' Ichiban cried. 'Is it not the right of clansmen over eac
Gap Year: Chapter 1"This place," Hannah breathed.
"Really is the works," Michon finished, looking around in awe.
We were standing in the hallway of our new home, soaking up that awesome feeling of independence.
Some of us had our head tilted back, looking up the spiral staircase to a view of the cloudless heavens through the skylight windows that made up the roof. Some others were peering at what few wonders could be seen through open doors, and the rest - or more precisely, Michon - was spinning around on the spot like a doofus trying to take everything in at once.
There were a few hypnotic moments of silence before the spell was broken and we bolted in different directions, tearing around the house like mental kids in a sweet factory. It was an embarrassing display of greed and self-control (or lack thereof), but what the heck!? It was an amazing house! Brand new, contemporary, detached from nosy neighbours, on a stylish street in fashionable London. And we had it to ourselves! Who wouldn't go just a <
Compassion or Insurance?If 'looking out' for me,
is some kind of insurance for
'holding it against' me
when push comes to shove,
I'd rather you didn't.
AcceptanceAfter years of striving,
of trying and failing,
of public embarrassment,
I have come to terms
with the fact that
this is who I am.
I cannot change it,
but I can embrace it.
I have learnt to accept,
that I will never be able
to eat an ice-cream,
without developing a
Slice-of-Life: 8The buffet was in full swing when we arrived for the picking.
I noticed that another table had been pulled up next to the others, laden with desserts. I had to stop myself from gasping with delight. I could see the same glimmer of hope in Danii's eyes too. Good. So I wasn't alone.
We each grabbed a plastic plate and cutlery before moving along the tables, taking what we wanted and leaving what we didn't (which in my case wasn't much).
There was a lot to choose from: scones, fancy bread and crackers topped with cold meat, cheeses, crisp thinly sliced cucumbers, succulent sun dried tomatoes, hot mustard, mild horseradish and guacamole. There were also tortilla chips and salsa; pretzels; golden bite-size sausage rolls; fat mini steak pies; Mediterranean quiche; pasta salad made with Chedder and Red Leicester cheese, spring onions, grated carrot, sweetcorn, peppers and mayonnaise; potatoe salad; black and green olives stuffed with almonds, red and yellow pepper and dressed in olive oil, le
.:Secret Admirer:. DavexReader Pt. 4 "I still feel bad!"
"Dude you just bro punched my arm. It barely even hurt."
"If Dirk found out I even laid my hand on a girl ,he would break my neck. He always told me to never hit a girl."
"Dave. Chill! I'm fine." You chuckle smiling and looking up at the setting sun over the trees.
"It's really peaceful here."
"Isn't it though?" You close your eyes laying back on the deck. For a few moments complete silence fills the air.
"(f/n) can I be honest with you?"
"Of course you can Dave. What is it?" Dave rolls on his side facing you, sitting his head on his hand, elbow on deck.
"Well.... I know who gave you those flowers today."
"You do! Who?" You turn on your side opening your eyes and facing him.
"Promise not to freak out?"
Complete silence. Your face lite up as you stared blankly at Dave. He blushes lightly.
"... i like you. Like, I like like you."
You rolled over on your back staring at the sky. D
MLP: Wrath of the Black Cross King - Part 1
Far up in the very northern portion of the world, the world inhabited by ponies, zebras, griffons, buffaloes, dragons and many more creatures and species who live in harmony and prosperity for ages across the corners of the entire planet, there lies the roof of the world that keeps the world stable…
The North Pole.
And on the northern tip of the globe, there exists a vast landmass of white that is isolated from the rest of the world and its civilizations. The various races never knew that there is actually land on the North Pole, for they only it is a cold, cold place where is there is only ice and water.
It is indeed half-true. The land was full of ice and snow. The landmass is surrounded by glaciers and icebergs before reaching to the ocean. There are huge mountain ranges of snow and hills of white. No vegetation or creature can found in this cold desolate wasteland. And no clear skies can be seen for the land is covered often by dark clouds of gray that a
The Sky Touchers (Chapter 7)
“Juno, you awake?” Juno stirred and blinked, not wanting to open her eyes. It felt like it had been days since she had slept. Had it all been a dream? Just one wild dream about her growing wings and flying away with a boy she barely knew?
“I’m up…” she whispered.
“Good, c’mon…the sun is coming up.” Juno opened her eyes fully and saw the familiar form of Emmett standing before her. So it wasn’t a dream after all. Juno wasn’t sure if this made her happy or sad. Either way, it was what it was. She remembered flying for a few hours with Emmett before landing in a cave somewhere in the mountains to rest for the evening, but other than that, everything else was a blur.
“Why are we getting up so early?” Juno asked.
“I figured that it might be best to do our flying before the middle of the day.” Emmett said.
“Why? Because it’d be too hot?” Juno joked.
“No, because everyone el
Ultra Violet: Chapter One
“So your latest album True Colours came out just last week and already it’s number one in over 37 different countries!” The perky interviewer gushed, batting her eyelashes straight at me, “How does that feel?”
“We can’t describe the feeling. Our fans are so loyal and we can’t thank them enough!” I replied automatically. It feels a little scripted now, because I’ve said it basically a thousand times. But it’s the truth.
My bandmates nodded. We sat in a radio room, big microphones jutting out at us. We were live, with almost all of Australia tuning in to listen to Nova.FM interview the biggest boyband to come out of Australia. Maybe the biggest boyband in the world. Well, that’s what numerous articles say about Ultra Violet.
“And you came back from a big european tour,” the interviewer added, “I bet that was a blast! How long do you have until you jet off to the states?”
...i Nicol - Rozdz. 7Rozdział 7 – Taniec
- Hej, Fineasz! - wykrzyknęła uśmiechnięta Izabela. Dziś miała naprawdę dobry humor. Nicol miała własne ubranie, więc nie narzekała na to, że musi pożyczać coś od niej. Poza tym nie męczyła dziś Izy swoimi porannymi ćwiczeniami, ani jakimiś guzikami na śniadanie. A wczoraj powiedziała, że nie będą razem mieszkać!
- Co dziś robicie? - spytała i nie czekając na odpowiedź dodała: - Nicol wczoraj chyba wypatrzyła sobie jakąś kwaterę, w której chciałaby zamieszkać. Moglibyście nam pożyczyć motor? Poszukałybyśmy tego mieszkania. Prawda Nicol?
- Tak, tak. - odparła dziewczyna, która była pogrążona we własnych myślach.
Parę dni temu poznała Heinza Dun
Before We Meet You Ch. 6 Chapter 6: A Nightmare and a Story
A few nights after we got our invites, I had a strange dream. Of course, before I had this one, I had trouble sleeping because I had been haunted by the flashbacks of when I last saw my brother, my sister, and my mother. That was what made my nights hard at first, but this time, I found myself having a different nightmare.
I wasn’t there in the nightmare, but by the setting and what happened, I knew it wasn’t a good dream. I saw a girl, with black hair, brown eyes, and glasses, running away from something. Or maybe she was running up to something. She had a panicked look on her face, but she kept on running.
Then she stopped. She was looking at something that looked like a human, but it had a black cloak on its head, had red snake eyes, and held onto a staff of some sort. Strangely, I saw Knuckles on the
The Final BattleSeven figures rushed through the forest surrounding the castle, it had taken them a while to find the location(really it was the same island their friend would go on and on about, an island in a lake, with another lake and island on it).
"Caitlin, are we almost there?" a male with honey brown hair questioned.
"Nearly there, but the spirits say there's three people following us, and three a head along with a few traps." a female with black hair and silvery grey eyes, Caitlin, replied.
"Right, Aaron, Alex, you two are staying with me to slow down our pursuers, Caitlin, Rust, when you get to the traps make sure Venbrine and Romano get to the castle, Romano and Venbrine... make sure you get the girls back, alright." the same male from before.
"Right." the group nodded as Alex and Aaron stayed behind with Roy and the rest carried on.
"Took ya long enough." Roy smirked as he came out of his hiding spot when the group that was following them caught up, making mental notes on each of them.
Przygoda w Czwartym Wymiarze/Rozdzial 8-Słucham?! – zawołała Mary, kiedy usłyszała to, co tłumaczyła im Sue. W tej chwili była zbyt zdezorientowana i zaskoczona tym, co właśnie usłyszała, że nie mogła zdobyć się na nic więcej. Sue opowiedziała im szybko o tym, po co ukradła im krew, dlaczego wróciła do domu wystraszona i zdyszana, czego się dowiedziała i jaki jest jej plan. Kenny i pani Cook słuchali tego z rozdziawionymi ustami. Kenny spoglądał ze strachem na Mary i Sophie.
-To wszystko…- powiedziała Sue – Mam nadzieję…
-Ale dlaczego nie możemy tego zrobić tutaj? – zapytała Judy. Zastanawiała się, czy Sue planowała to przed zobaczeniem ich, czy już po przedstawieniu grupy.
-Bo konsekwencje będą bardzo poważne – wyjaśniła Sue – Nawet, jeśli by się zgodzili, to przedtem wykorzy
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