Brief Histoires

Alyia Winters isn't normal. She lost her father and her best friend 3 years ago. Her dad died in a car wreck, and Shawn, Her bestfriend, decided she wasn't cool enough to be seen with. Alyia, Tabby, Carson, Nate, and Catrina stuck together. Though, they all knew that it would never be the same without Shawn. Especially since they all knew Alyia loved him. Shawn, being one of the strongest demonic angels around and the rarest and most respected of breeds, had a lot of respect. He also had a lot of people who liked him and disliked him. He's 20 yrs old and an ass. Though he misses his friends. None of them will talk to him after what he did, and he can't blame them. He hates him self for it as well. But he couldn't change that. Not now. Besides, to him, Alyia was a nobody. Or at least that's what he kept telling himself. She wasn't strong and powerful. She was just a fairy. Which is why it was such a surprise when he found out exactly what she really meant to him. Although shocked, he couldn't help but be secretly thrilled about it as well. She was his, and nobody would ever be able to change that. No matter what. When the annual testings came around, Alyia didn't see any point in taking them again. She already knew what she was, and didn't feel like re-taking the exam's again. Especially since it would be her 5th year taking them.. But of course her friends begged her. They took them every year, just for kicks. Like tradition. When the results came in, Alyia was suddenly thrust into a whole new life. With a whole new identity. She no longer knew who or even what she was. And it seemed like a lot of people were suddenly scared of her, and others in complete awe. The Council was suddenly very concerned with her well being. They wanted her protected, but wouldn't give her answers about anything at all. And what about Shawn? Why was he suddenly so intent on being with her? Was it because of the Council?Or something else? Why couldn't she control her powers anymore?

𝚒 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚢 // a short series of poems written during and after quarantine. © october 2020

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"This is what you call pining." Cover by the amazing Marveler_

A collection of brief distracting poems by an equally distracted author. The Door is open, feel free to step inside.

Will be a collection of micro fiction. My first prompt? To tell a lil' story in only sixty words.

Ein kleiner OS über Adrien Agreste bzw. Chat Noir Gefühle und Gedanken.

Sie öffnete die eine Kiste die ihre Mutter verbot doch als sie weg fuhren machte sie es trotzdem sie hätte lieber auf ihre mutter hören sollen

A reminder or, for some, revelation of the truth behind all established positions of power.

it's coming♡

One Night, 24-year-old Prince Vegeta has a Memory-like Dream. He dreams him and now 24-year-old Bulma Brief has a blind Daughter at the age of twelve. Vegeta goes to talk to Bulma about it. Will his Pride let him speak? Will Bulma even listen to him, noticing the hour? Why are Bulma and Vegeta twelve-years-old when they have a Cub? Will either truly remember their blind Cub, or will she be forever forgotten? What is Dr. Brief hiding? Find out on, "Finding Our Cumulus"! DBZ+ belongs to Akira Toriyama Story/AU, Cumulus, and other OCs belong to me Warning: Mentions of Experiments, Child Pregnancy, Abandoning, (some) swearing, and weirdness are present. Read at your own risk.

Trying over and over again to create something bigger, something transcendental, I fell into my unfortunate virtue of getting entangled in poems to bleed life out of it. I tried and in that attempt the eternal poems of youthful life were born. All, each one of them as a whole, form the desperate story of my life or perhaps that of many because they are more than memories. Translation of the original work in Spanish: "Poemas Eternos de la Vida Juvenil" Agustina Costa. (Everything exposed in the story is subject to copyright, many of the works can be found in anthologies or on my social networks. For any type of reference or use of the material, prior permission or in any case mention of the author is required. )

Of encounters, and brief as subjectively defined.

Dreams collide with Sunday. A quick read.

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