Chamomile Stories

Jedynak o imieniu Carl wiedzie całkiem szczęśliwe życie. Ma przyjaciół, dużo pieniędzy, dobre stopnie w szkole, gra w szkolnej drużynie piłki siatkowej, a nawet ma dziewczynę. Jego życie przewraca się do góry nogami gdy jego rodzice obwieszczają mu, że postanowili adoptować dziecko, gdyż nie chcą by wychowywał się sam. Dwaj chłopcy, chociaż w podobnym wieku, diametralnie się od siebie różnią. Carl, który od zawsze nie miał problemu ze swoją sytuacją ekonomiczną jest człowiekiem nieoszczędnym i rozrzutny Eliot zaś, przybrany brat Carla, jest powściągliwy na każdym kroku.Nadal ma w głowie swoją poprzednią sytuację życiową. Za wszelką cenę stara się dopasować do nowego miejsca tak by nie oddali go do kolejnej rodziny zastępczej. Wygląd tych dwóch chłopców też jest całkiem różny. Carl to blondyn o niskim wzroście z niebieskimi oczami, Eliot zaś to całkiem wysoki brunet o zielonych oczach. Czy ludzie z kompletnie dwóch światów będą potrafić się dogadać? Czy Eliot będzie w stanie dopasować się do nowej sytuacji? Czy Carl zaakceptuje niechcianego przez niego nowego brata? Odpowiedzi na te pytania znajdziecie w tej książce.

Chamomile is a normal WolfWing, living happily in the forest with her close friend, Rhubarb. But when the Queen and all the royal family disappear, Chamomile has to change her dreams of the future.

A collection of short stories I write when I'm bored or need a break from fanfic. From overworked adults to witch hunters, there's probably a little bit of everything in here. I might even add a starting chapter to a possible novel. Who knows? Anyway, enjoy!

Sooo, I've written this one just to receive 5 extra-points at my university, don't take it seriously pls

Paano kaya kung ang nerd na pinagpustahan mo lang noon at pinaglaruan ay babangon para ipakita sayo kung ano ang sinayang mo. Ako si Gon Taiga ang dakilang nerd noon pero heart breaker na ngayon. Samahan nyo ako sa storyang ito at tuturuan ko kayo on "HOW TO BE A HEARTBREAKER"

Poetry

A young girl is wandering through the woods admiring the flowers, and picking some for her mother, when all of a sudden she gets a horrible feeling of dread and despair. This feeling seems to be coming from something or someone she never wants to meet

It's always been easier for Cynthia to masquerade herself against the world. Manipulating the shade of her irises, whittling away or accentuating the smooth yet slight curves of her figure, the sleek black of her hair blanched, tousled bangs or curled with a quick thought and a small flick of her wrist. Everybody has a morning routine. But for Cynthia, hers gave her an opportunity to create an illusion. Her appearance was a charade, a game to play. Every day of the week, a fresh new start. Turning over a new leaf, literally. Until she flicked her wrist one Monday morning, and nothing happened. The slight curves of her honey skin remained unchanged. Another flick. Her original shade of hazel and specks of green blinked back, eyelashes fluttering in stunned surprise. She flicked her wrist again and again, blinking incredulously as each time, her reflection portrayed an echo of the oldest portrait of herself gently taped to her vanity mirror. The faint colour photograph of a young, thin and small girl dressed in a pale green princess dress, beaming up at the camera while clutching daisies. And the reflection of a young woman, the slightest of curves embraced by a pale green slip with the daisy and chamomile embroidery at the hemline resting on her thighs. As Cynthia struggles to come to terms with the sudden loss of her ability, she finds herself returning to the little French cafe on the charming cobbled street in London. And when blue eyes meet hazel, Cynthia feels a little bit of her reliance on her facade fade away, and a little bit of her late mother's life before Cynthia ever existed is revealed.

All herbs I have listed really work for humans. I will put pics of each herb under the info.

Tama pa bang ipaglaban ko ang pag ibig na alam kong walang kasiguraduhan o Tama na dahil alam kong wala akong mapapala.

The party was great, last goodbyes, and kisses, and hugs, and handshakes. You are finally alone. But are you really sure there's no one else inside besides you?