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England, 1823 England sat gently on the edge of her bed, watching her with worried eyes. She managed a weak smile, ignoring the uncomfortable way the nightdress clung to her sweaty form. His rather large eyebrows knitted together. “Hello.” Her voice was weak, raspy, quiet. She saw the man tense. She was growing weaker by the hour. He cleared his throat. “Hello.” She tried to pull herself up, but her arms gave out, sending her down onto the bed once more. England reached forward and helped her sit, trying to ignore how thin she was, trying to ignore the fact that he could feel her bones. She gave him a grateful smile

School: Living Hell Home: Living Hell Friends: None Life: Pointless Those were all the things I felt every day, since the first day of senior year. I tried making friends, but every time I did...they always left me. Even my best friend abandoned me. And to make it worse....I was bullied. Everyone at school bullied me. And the principal did nothing to stop it. 'Worthless, ugly, useless, stupid, waste of air' those were all the things they would call me. I tried to pretend that it didn't bother me, but it was like they could see right through me. That they knew they were hurting me. Things at home were no better. My parents were always drunk

Your P.O.V.******************** You walked into your front door, and immediately went to your room. Another shitty day at school. You were glad it was Friday, and you could spend your whole weekend talking to your friend. Okay, maybe not a real friend, but the closest you had. Turning on your laptop, you went right to cleverbot.com. Your friend. The only thing that would actually talk to you for as long as you liked. You'd been doing this daily routine since last year, and cleverbot even knew you now. It remembered your name, asked about your day, how you wered oing, and so on and so forth. You liked to pretend it was a real person sometimes

Colors are something magical and vivid your mind refuses to let go, while faces have completely disappeared, leaving nothing but blank slates for people you know. Since you're blind, you're never really wrong when you envision someone before meeting them, though, so that's a plus. How do you know that they're telling the truth when you ask them what they look like? You barely believed your boyfriend when he first told you he's the personification of your country, but he's proved it to you time and again. You clutch his hand tightly, and he squeezes back reassuringly. He's persuaded you after a few months of begging to meet a few of the other

  SebastianxDemon!Reader His Princess Chapter One: Choosing Day                Choosing day, the first one in centuries, was occurring today. A day where all of Hell’s unmated, maiden demons were supposed to ripen themselves in case they were chosen by one of Lucifer’s one-thousand-year-old sons. It was a tradition. All of Satan’s sons were to scan Hell on the night of their one thousandth birthday. He would choose a woman whose scent he liked and test her to see if he enjoyed her personality. If she pleased him, she would be placed back in her bed to sleep until he’d retrieve her in the morning. If she displeased

You looked around the waiting room. Your husband was off checking you into the maternity ward and you were told 'don't move or daddy will be very scared!' you chuckled at your husband's ditzy antics and got comfy in your chair. "hello are you Mrs.Suoh?" a kind faced nurse asked you. You nodded and tried to get out of your chair. "wait wait! [y/n] don't exert yourself!" you felt strong arms wrap around you -mindful of the baby of course- and lift you out of your seat. "see you can't be doing much work you might hurt the baby!" "you know I'm not gonna break." you said playfully swatting away his hands. You both fallowed the nurse down a hall

You sat in your bathroom and stared down at the small blue plus sign. How, could this have happened you always used protection?! Well every time but that one……. You buried your face in your hands. How would Kyoya react? Would he hate you? Call you an idiot for allowing yourself to put him in this type of situation. If his father ever found out- god why did this have to happen to you? You let the tears flow and you let it all out all your frustrations and fears. After you had cried yourself out you picked yourself off the bathroom floor and stood up with your hand on your abdomen. You knew it was too early for it but you felt as if

A month ago you moved back to your hometown after three years.  You left to live with your mom because a guy from your old neighborhood was always so mean to you.  But you refused to tell your father knowing he would go out looking for the guy.  You father would fight any man who caused you trouble.  Since you moved back you started making new friends with people at the college you were attending.  Ludwig and his best friend Feliciano were the first two people you befriended.   Last month Ludwig had a party and you got so drunk you ended up sleeping with a guy.  In the  morning you realized you the guy you slept with was the same bully from

I am warning you now...this is a tearbending zone. Even I had trouble not losing it. Proceed at your own risk. _____________________________________________________________________________________________ Staring…just staring. At nothing really. Or maybe something. Just sort of staring at the bottom of a shot glass through the amber liquid filling it. It’s not like Ivan had anything better to do. His sad violet eyes kept searching the vodka before him and then gripped the shot glass and downed the whole of it. It stung, but only for a moment. He was well accustomed to the strong burn of vodka. Ivan shook his pale head, and as