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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
The Strange Life (SPN Cast x Reader x SPN) (y/n) always knew she was different from other girls. She won't wear make-up like other girls, absolutely hated dresses and skirts (she'd rather a good pair of baggy-ish jeans), she doesn't really like jewelry, she's a total nerd, she plays in the concert, jazz, and marching band, and she'd listened to classic rock, pop, j-pop, and orchestral music instead of rap or just pop music.
But even with all this strangeness about her, she still had friends that loved her being strange and different. Though what probably attracted most of (y/n)'s friends was her kindness. Always able to lend a hand or offer an ear to anyone who needed it. But we're not here to listen to the whole synapsis of (y/n)'s life. No, we're here to read about the amazing time in her life where (y/n) (l/n) achieved greatness and became a hero to those who know her. This, is the tale about (y/n) (l/n) and how she became the unstoppable girl.
It was a regular su
(Gabriel x Little!Reader) Guardian Trickster 0 "Mamí! Papí! Look what Titi got me!" said little (y/n) as she ran up to her parents, who were watching TV in the living room. Both of them looked to their only child as she climbed up onto the couch with excitement, making the adults laugh. "Oi, princessa, calm down before you break something." laughed her father. (y/n) just giggled and showed her parents what her aunt got her. It was a picture frame, and in the frame was a picture of (y/n) with her parents, her aunt, her uncle, her cousins, and her grandma. Basically, her whole family was in the picture at a picnic. (y/n)'s mother smiled sweetly at her daughter. "That's really nice, (y/n). Did you say 'thank you'?" (y/n) nodded before saying, "I'm gonna keep this picture forEVER!" and so she ran up to her room as her parents smiled and laughed at how cute she was.
As (y/n) was thinking of a good place to put the photo for the past 5 minutes, she heard her mother scream and glass breaking.
(SPN x Reader) Jumping Realities (y/n) (l/n). Nothing too special about her really. She's doing great in school. She had great friends to support her. But really nothing that would make the papers. She was just a normal girl in the world. That was true...until the day everything changed. Let me tell you the story of how (y/n) (l/n), a girl who was just another face in the crowd, turned into one impossible girl.
~June 14th, Bethlehem, Pennsylvania~
"So, haunting then?" Dean asked his younger brother, Sam. "Seems like it. Cas, you ready?" Cas, or Castiel, nodded indicating he was ready for the case. "Alright, let's salt and burn this bitch." Dean said as the trio, AKA Team Free Will, got into the 1967 Chevy Impala and drove to their destination.
~Meanwhile in another reality (our world)~
"(Y/N)!!" Zoe, (y/n)'s best friend, squealed. (y/n) turned around at the sound of her name being said and smiled widely. "Hey, girl! 'Sup with you?" Zoe ran up to her an
The Strange Life (SPN Cast x Reader x SPN) 3 (y/n) paced in her motel room, trying to understand what some random dude would want with her. Was it the way she thought things through differently than others? Was it some kind of family hatred thing? Her family didn't have any enemies as far as she knew. What was so special about her? "UGH!" (y/n) groaned in frustration, ready to flip a table in anger. She hated not knowing the reason why this mystery guy is threatening people's live to TEST her. In her moment of frustration, she threw the empty bottle of Malta (search it up or whatevers) and chucked it to the farthest wall, ending with a satisfying shatter.
A knock at the door interrupted (y/n)'s thoughts. She composed herself and answered the door to see Misha, Jared, and Jensen. (y/n) raised an eyebrow. "Yes?" she asked, wondering why they would want to see her. "Hey." they all said in unison. Misha spoke, "Could we come in?" (y/n) shrugged and stepped aside to allow them to walk in.
(SPN x Reader) Jumping Realities 4 (y/n) was beginning to panic. She always did have trouble with anxiety. Anyway, as she began to hyperventilate, a lot of terrible thoughts went through her mind like, 'What if she wasn't human?' and 'What if they have to kill me?' Her mind kept producing more and more horrible theories on the situation and information she had in front of her and now she was starting to have trouble breathing. The boys caught on to this quickly and realized that the 14-year-old girl wasn't coping well and wasn't understanding what's happening to her. That's when Castiel took his two fingers to her forehead and knocking her out to calm down.
~Back at the motel~
Sam, Dean, and Castiel sat around (y/n) as she lay on one of the beds, piecing together the little bit of information they had to see if the kid was really human. So far, every test and piece of info lead to the conclusion that she was either human with some weird ability or something they ca
(SPN x Reader) Jumping Realities 2 Dean, Sam, and Castiel arrived at the motel they plan to stay at. Sam decided to get the room keys while Dean and Cas got their stuff. As the team began to walk to their room, Castiel had a strange feeling about the girl Sam had taken the liberty to carry. She was human, he knew that, but something was off. He decided to check later to see if she had a soul. That might be it.
Soon everyone settled into the room and silently watched the sleeping girl on one of the beds. "Cas," Sam began and Castiel turned his attention to him. "what do you think that light was? Did it bring her to that road?" Castiel turned back to the girl, "I don't know honestly, but something about her feels off." Dean and Sam exchange worried looks before turning their attention to the girl who was starting to wake up.
(y/n) sucked in a big breath as she woke up. She didn't want to, really, but the bed was too comfortable. Wait, bed? Suddenly the memories of what just happen
The Strange Life (SPN Cast x Reader x SPN) 2 "Freedom!" (y/n) yelled as she ran out of the hospital with Misha, Mark (Sheppard), Richard, Jared, and Jensen. All the guys laughed at how dramatic she was. "Sheesh, kid. You were only there for a week. Whatever that doctor was saying with that weird healing thing that's happening to you, it was a miracle." Jensen said. (y/n) shrugged. In that week, she got to know the cast better and soon became good friends. (y/n) then thought of the convention when a thought came to her. "The convention's in 2 hours! I gotta get my snuff!" and with that, the guys saw (y/n) run to the motel she was staying at. Jensen turned to Jared. "'Snuff'?"
~Later at the convention~
The cast was sitting in their respectful seats and ready to get started, but they realized that their new friend wasn't there. They wondered if she was just a little late and only hoped for that. Soon it was time for fans to ask questions and the first fan came up and asked their question that
(SPN x Reader) Jumping Realities 3 "Alright, kid. If you're gonna join us on hunts then you gotta know how to shoot." Dean said as he brought (y/n) to a shooting range. "Alright." she said as she walked on the side of him. Sam and Castiel were currently working on a case while Dean took (y/n) for training. Dean thought it was funny, having a teenage girl as a new member to their team. On their ride to the town, they got to know her better. Like how she likes classic rock and how tomboy-ish she is. Dean already felt like she was part of the family. He was surprised to learn that (y/n)'s parents allowed her to go solo on the road trip she planned to do for that month, but, hey, he wasn't her father so he had no say in this whole 'what's the right parenting' thing.
When Dean and (y/n) were inside (y/n) asked, "So, what am I shooting first? A pistol?" Dean smiled at her. "Yep. You know your gun safety?" "Yeah, my dad took me shooting a couple times." "Alright then show me what you know." (y/n) too
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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