Baguette قصص

Join in the journey of the emotionally unstable baguette. NOTE: THIS SHIT OF A STORY STARTS OFF AS A JOKE BUT GETS REALLY UNFUNNY AND SAD AND SERIOUS AT THE END SO GET FUCKING REAdy The only reason why this is still on here is because it's the first thing I wrote

La guerre est finie, Voldemort est fini, tué par un enfant... Qui l'eu cru hein? Le monde est en ruines, tout est à reconstruire, et, entre des anciens mangemorts convaincus qu'ils peuvent faire revenir leur maîtres et une morte qui ressort de terre l'espace d'un instant, l'entre deux guerre ne sera pas une période de tout repos pour la famille Grindelwald dont le dernier membre fait son entrée à Poudlard.

"hello, sweet treats bakery at your service. how may i help yo-" "did you know that the first macaron was made in italy?" "uh, no?" "do you have macarons?" "yes, ma'am." "great! i'll order about, 4 dozen. thanks, see you soon." {lower case intended} {highest rank: #159 in short story} © SUNRAYYS

title Hinomori Shiho is not my original character. The copyright for Hinomori Shiho belongs to SEGA.

The wind in the Paris night blew lightly into the living room, but it was strong enough to disconcert the papers of scribbles and nonsensical doodles that sat on the coffee table. She was sound asleep, lying in the narrow space between the maroon loveseat and the coffee table. The rattling of the metal could be heard from the doorway as her cousin made his way into the small, shared apartment. His hands were full of groceries and he almost yelled for aid before seeing the moonlight hitting his little cousin's peaceful face. He chuckled and shook his head to himself. "What a kid." It has always been like this. She always had someone looking after her as she freely and carelessly explored the wonders in her mind and the world. Oblivious to the fact that, one day, there might be no one to fall back on, she dreams and dreams and dreams. She shares an apartment with her older cousin, Lin, in Paris. He is an aspiring artist seeking a way out into the artistic world and she's kind of just there in the gray void with her chaotic beauty. Wen Sun is a tree that sways with the storm. She is the splatter of paint that enhances the excitement of an art piece. She is the last tiny piece of cherry blossom that falls slowly from the sky of pink stars. Though she may not be the most invigorating person to meet, her mind is a flexible racing form and art is her outlook. Zachary Moon is that first stroke on a blank canvas, something so harsh by itself in an empty void. But really, he falls as easily as much as the next person does. Nothing has ever made him feel as content as art does. Although he does enjoy watching rookies wince under his brisk comments, it's not that he, himself, is an artist anyway. He was the great Vincent Van Gogh. And she was his starry night.

A collection of one-shots about Baguette and Errol.

Karen, Kristel, and Kathleen have been a very close music group, and also close friends for a long time now. However, things did change eventually. It happened on the day of their "blub blub ik ben een vis" shoot, Karen told Kristel (her co-worker/crush) about her not-so-BRO-friendly-dream about her, ever since then things got quite confusing, and also awkward. But, does Kristel feel the same way about her teleromeo, Karen? Will Kathleen find a new favourite food, other than delicious baked bread? If you want to find out you may as well read this. (I'm also going to put this here- BLUB BLUB) Some song references we might use: -K3 blub Ik ben een vis (blub I'm a fish) -K3 oya lele -K3 frans liedje (french song) -K3 Tele-Romeo (hallo, hallo?) -K3 KUMA he -K3 ya ya yippe (Songs with Karen Kristel and Kathleen- check them out, I'm sure you won't regret it) (quarantine has fr got us making fanfic, this is complete crack but it's literally kinda interesting too idek how or why but it just is. fyi, the person I wrote this with is @0NMY0LDS0F4) E N J O Y -if you're wondering, BLUBBERS = LOVERS-

BAGUETTE OUI OUI HON HON

Baguetiddy x Slimjim Started; 11.2.20 Finished; N/A

HeheHEheHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE Idk. Yall just read this shit.

Two homophobic homies One dance One night Will these two leng ass roadmen face their feelings or will they continue being pussy bitches? Ollie wollie baguette and maxy waxy are best friends; they do everything together. From amazing tik tok dances to growing moustaches, these two lads are as close as close can be (maybe too close if you catch my drift, homeslice). But, will their "friendship" soon turn into something that they both hate the most?Will they finally show everyone the actual reason why they say the f slur?? We will have to wait and see. Oliver is very quirky. He loves to steal people's things and yell out offensive words and slurs. What a sexy beast; am i right lads?? He's used to getting all the girls including a skater girl who is such a main character that loves to talk about "underground bands" she listens to like Queen and The Neighbourhood 🥺🤞uwu #notliketheothergirls. She seems like the perfect match for our young baguette here but, for him, something-or maybe someone- is missing. Who knows, that missing piece could have been right in front of his beautiful shitty orbs this whole time. If you're here for an amazing piece of literature, you've come to the right place Haven't updated in ages and prob never will 😱🔥💯❗ Also, the picture isn't of them- it's just some random google lads. <3

I've only always had myself and my bakery. Well that is until he came into my life.

Ight imma be real with you chief, this story is cringe af. It was originally for my Latin class where we had to write a story in Latin, eNjOy

this is just me talking about teto...

Le Croissant - my first publishe Marquis de Lafayette X George Washington bad englisch (on purpose)

TW: this is weird Weird one-shots of Rhune and a baguette.