Ave Stories

Enemies to Lover summer camp trope!! Ave used to always go to the same summer camp it was an escape from doing nothing, not being the most popular at school because of her past... last year her parents divorced leading her down some lonely months and skipped camp. Never replied to any of the friends she'd made at camp the past years. Now she realizes you only live once and summer camp was always he favorite why not! Although nervous since she'd still avoided replying feeling like it's been to long i'll see them soon. Now barley 17 she's a counselor at camp, something everyone looked forward at camp becoming the leaders... surprise surprise her counselor isn't who she thought... 😏 ECHHHH IM SO EXCITED TO BE WRITING ALSO excuse my english I also speak french and get a bit lost!! BUT I always loved summer camps and can never find a good book so here! inspo to @lakelynn_05 FLUFF MAYBE SMUT?WEED ACL WARNING!!

A young depressed girl named Aria Florentina went to a church and met a mysterious girl named Mari. Little did she know, her encounter with Mari will change her life for eternity.

This is story is about a girl named Ave is 20 , she works at starbucks and lives in LA near the beach she is very nice and also very humble, she wouldn't mind giving her last dollar to someone that needs it more than her. Ave really likes being around her family and friends and having a good time with them but sometimes she likes to be by herself and not around a lot of people but when she gets around them again she feel more happier. Ave has a sleeping habit and has a hard time waking up for work and her mom normally has to wake her up because she is a very deep sleeper and can't hear her alarm clock so when she wakes up so she has to get ready really fast because she is about to be late for work. Ave meets a new boy and gets to know him ave thinks this is probably the love of her life

Things to make you laugh even if your in your feelings

She always coughed, She always had snacks, She always had puffy eyes, and she always had a joint in her hand. Olive was always known as "The Pot Head", but nobody knew why? So I wanted to know her story. But before I could something happend. Olive, the badass, just went wrong. She just went insane..

Madeline Scott has somehow managed to get surfing lessons from the broken, social recluse, bad boy that is Ben Gaskey. A summer full of surfing lesson, fights, misunderstandings, and a whole lot of fun. After spending time with the infamously rude Ben, Madeline realizes that maybe he doesn't need to be judged, or be fought with. Maybe what Ben really needs is rescuing.

Qué pasa cuando quieres ser libre

| hi! this is my story here in my account.. and pls.. this is not full English because im a Filipino ❤️❤️ | ~~~~~ A girl name Averynne Garcia.. ang babaeng walang pake sa mundo, walang friends, walang social media, kahit ni isa wala.. sya yung babaeng nagkulong sa kanyang kwarto ng pagkahabahabang taon.. at ni minsan hndi sya lumabas.. Pero magbabago ang lahat ng subukin nyang lumabas sa kwarto nya.. nakilala nya ang mga taong babago ng buhay nya.. Start :08/21/18 End:

Ein romantischer Ausflug in die Arktis, mit der süssen Gyara-chan und ihrer grossen Liebe Putin-chan!

Sequel to Ave Maria. Thor and Maria are now engaged and Thor takes Maria to getted married on Agard. Fanfiction Thor O/C All rights go to the original author JustSomeone2010 on Fanfiction.net

"Intelligent and imaginative; and strongly supported by the commentary, which is full and carefully researched, the pastiche rewriting of Gawain reads like a cross between Michael Moorcock and Angela Carter: strong, evocative descriptive language and careful use of alliteration keeps the spirit of the original while using a distinctively different narrative style. I like the focus in the stand-off between pagan and Christian elements in the original." - academic review. This short story comprises a creative response to the tale of Sir Gawain and The Green Knight, a medieval romance poem by an anonymous author. Also included is an analysis of that creative response. Both sections comprised one of my submissions for a module at the National Academy of Writing. "The child waited, embowered and leafless but for the green girdle at her waist and the shroud of flaxen hair which lay lithely about her shoulders. High amongst the heart-shaped leaves of the linden tree she let her feet play, as if dabbling in the eddies of the brook frothing and foaming far below the boughs. Over that thundering torrent, which twisted down from the rugged slope, through jutting crags and black jagged outcroppings, falling from cliff edge to valley floor, tinkling bells intoned a visitor’s arrival far beyond the glade."