Various style poems for the poetry competition hosted by the poetry profile.
Ok my amazing people~ this is the sequel to 'A summer in Gravity Falls' so....if you haven't read it yet....Read it now so you wouldn't be confused____โข______โข______โข_______โข___Its Been 3 months since Y/n left Gravity falls....Its been 3 months since Mabel,Bill and Dipper last saw her...until one faithful day-A very familiar girl transfered to Gravity Falls high
Happy people, fertile lands, centuries of peace and a wonderful order. All this was in Wolonor until a dark force awakened. Wolonor was no longer the safe place it used to be. There was a warrior prophesied centuries ago to change this situation. Bow, who lives a simple life in a small and beautiful village in Wolonor, will have a completely different life after learning the prophecy. They will embark on long and difficult adventures with the village's magician Nayi. Will they be able to change the fate of Wolonor?
Your where about to close the cafe when someone comes in..."Something else?" I asked "Yes, your number please." "Nice try. That'll be $2.70" I said
INCOMPLETE Scott McCall x my OC Rose. Book One of the Supernatural Hearts Series.Some strong language.
Eren is has been an experiment since birth, his legs were molded together and formed to create the image of a tail, and his lungs were given the adaptation to breath beneath the water.Eren is now a teen that lives behind a wall leading into the ocean, and on the other side is tourists who watch him swim around the tank he's lived in for years.He enjoys seeing little children, but a certain blonde haired teenage boy caught his eye.(Holy heck this is terrible, under the process of editing, please don't mind my middle school grammar)
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- doprawdy Roberts, byลabyล w stanie przekonaฤ diabลa by zaczฤ ล modliฤ siฤ do Boga - kฤ ciki jego ust wykrzywiลy siฤ uลmiechu, a z jego gardลa wydobyล siฤ ลmiech peลen drwiny i pogardy. Moje miฤลnie automatycznie siฤ spiฤลy, a zฤby przeszyล bรณl spowodowany zbyt mocnym zaciลniฤciem ich. Nienawidziลam, gdy taki byล, gdy traktowaล mnie z kpinฤ i wyลผszoลciฤ jakby byล panem tego ลwiata. Zrobiล krok w mojฤ stronฤ, a ja ku jego zdziwieniu nie cofnฤลam siฤ, stojฤ c twardo w tym samym miejscu. Ashton Irwin nie wzbudzaล juลผ we mnie strachu, wiฤc nie doszukaล siฤ teลผ go w moich oczach. Zlustrowaล mojฤ twarz z zaciekawieniem, po czym ograniczyล przestrzeล miฤdzy nami do minimum i zaczesaล kosmyk moich roztrzepanych wลosรณw za ucho, a nastฤpnie pochyliล siฤ nad nim. - ale diabeล moลผe mi podskoczyฤ, sลoลce, ja jestem gorszy - wyszeptaล, a jego oddech obiล siฤ o skรณrฤ mojej szyi, pozostawiajฤ c na niej ciarki.
It's been five years since Sarah had defeated Jareth's Labyrinth. Her friends did not come back when she asked, and she had never seen that owl again. With no proof of what she went through, she accepted that it was just a dream. But, when Fantasia calls for her aid, is it really just her imagination? And what of Jareth? Crossover of Neverending story and Labyrinth.