2137 Stories

jezus co ja tu robie pomoc ogólnie bo miałem iść spanko ale kolega mówi ej napisz coś na wattpadzie ja jka mam takieo e j nije a on ma takie we we będzioe fajnie 2138=7 hehehe 69 no to ja takie kurła ja nie napisze i teraz pisze o tym jak pisze a nie chce m isie pisać o tak normalnie elo benc ps okładka to jakiś randomowy pic z pulpitu najwidoczniej to nantsu no taizai znane tównież jako seven deadly sins znane również jako siedem grzechów głównych postać ma na imie Derieri i ma taki dziwny ryj w tej scenie robiący NANI więc elo beznc

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elo elo tży dwa zero w tej ksionsze bede opisywau mojom przygode z lokalnei biedronki

no nie przyjemnie mi się żyje

Zapraszam na mój pokład, pod banderę papieskich opowieści. ŻAGLE GÓRA!! W tym poście zaprezentuje trochę to co będę robić. Dedykuje ten post Poposkowi zeby mi nie kazał jeść karasi (bo karasie jedzo guwno jak wszyscy wiemy) Pozdrawiam, redaktor pisma "URchan".

Zbiór fanfikow o cudownych shipach ze smolenia <33 ¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯

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In the year 2137, Seoul's Lowtown is a stark realm of survival and strife. Here, in the shadows of the city, far from the glittering heights where the wealthy reside, Jin-a young man with a sharp mind and a silent resolve-treads the perilous line between mere existence and true life. "Neon Skies Overdrive" invites readers into the depths of Lowtown, where the neon glow is a beacon for the lost and the defiant. Jin, who calls this place home, finds himself caught in a tangle of clandestine conflicts that thrum beneath the surface. As he delves deeper into the heart of his city's secrets, he uncovers a plot that could upheave the precarious balance of his world.

First came the collapse. Then came the Pulse. Now comes the Protocol. The year is 2137. Earth is choking on its legacy - drowned in oceans of acid, burned by solar radiation, and fractured by global warfare. But as humanity tears itself apart, a cosmic anomaly begins wiping out stars across the galaxy. Scientists call it The Pulse. Dr. Venus Elara calls it something worse: A warning. A brilliant cosmologist with a haunted past, Venus has dedicated her life to studying celestial collapse. She's spent years screaming into the void - and now, the void is screaming back. When renegade researcher Dr. Cassian Vega barges into her dying lab with proof that the Pulse isn't natural, everything shifts. The stars are not silent. The Pulse is not random. And the only thing more dangerous than decoding its message... is what happens after. Together, Venus and Cassian are thrust into the heart of Nebula Protocol - a classified operation buried beneath years of corruption, betrayal, and cosmic cover-ups. As they race against extinction through dying planets, rogue space stations, and buried truths, one question echoes louder than the rest: What if the universe is trying to erase us on purpose?

2137

Podczas szukania złota na plaży, Harry i Louis znaleźli coś cenniejszego - siebie nawzajem. Niestety zakalec stanął im na drodze - wszyscy jesteśmy zakalcami...

"Mama," he whispered, trying to raise his hand to stroke my cheek one more time. "No! Don't you dare die on me!" I sobbed, as I put as much pressure as I could on his stomach. I reached for his hand, pressing it against my cheek with my bloody palm. "You're gonna make it. The reinforcements will arrive here soon, and they'll help you, and you'll be fine," I hoarsely shouted clutching his head to my chest, still keeping his hand on my cheek. "Mama," he murmured breathlessly, letting his hand collapse on the ash and rubble covered ground, slowly drooping his eyes shut. "No! No, no, no, no,no, no, no!" I screeched, tightening my grip on his slumped body. "No, please anyone! Please help me!" I yelled into the empty street. My bloodshot eyes darted around the area, taking every detail in, trying to figure out what I had done to get in this position. I was now alone in the world, Robb and Eddard were dead. My heart had reached it's breaking point. My mind couldn't focus on one thing, but at the same time, memories raced, making me remember every good and bad thing that happened in the past 13 years. It wasn't unexpected, but I just didn't want to believe it. I felt useless because I couldn't have stopped it no matter what I had done. I inhaled one last time closing my eyes, as I heard the final sound I knew I would ever hear. Bang.

Krótki one shot, może coś dodam w przyszłości. O Jayce jako zakochanej nastolatce a później Jayvik lesbian supports. ... Napisałam to w jeden dzień ok