Exploding Stories

After a frantic day on Black Friday shopping early for Christmas presents, the ladies of Shido's household and daily life began to turn up the pressure of who will win his affections; meanwhile, some unexpected events may lead to Shido doing what he thought might be impossible, save Kurumi from her ticking death. ( I do not own any of the characters in this story. This is a Date A Live fanfiction, all these characters belong to Kōshi Tachibana. and whatever company owns the copyright) please vote

It was my last day. The last day I can see my friends until they visit, which they won't. It is also the last day I can see him. I told my parents I didn't want to move I told them I wanted to stay here and be with my friends until I graduate. Well, actually I didn't tell them that I didn't want to hurt them they were super excited when my dad got the job I didn't have the heart to tell them I didn't want to move. So I tried to be happy that I'm with my friends at the summer sizzler, even though I was about to vomit and it wasn't from riding the tornado, no it was from those mini donuts, gosh those are dangerous. When my friends and I went back to Jorden's house we all dreaded that moment when my parents would drive up onto the drive way and take me home because the next day we were moving to the new city. We all waited on the grass until we saw my parents on driving on the road, it smelled like puddles and tears. When they drove up the drive way we all hugged for the last time.

basically just my thoughts/experiences, i hope you guys find solace in this. there's a lot of triggering things integrated in this, read at your own risk. inbox always open. this is what i went through. i know other people have and i know how hard it is to get over it. i still haven't, and that's ok. it isn't your fault. the world is just too cruel, especially for people with good hearts. we were all naive at one point, and we was taken advantage of. it's ok to talk about it, no matter how hard it is. there's always someone there. you might not know me, but as i've said before, my inbox is open. i will listen and understand. thank you for taking the time to read this. it wasn't easy for me to write, but bottling it up isn't going to help. -tommie.

It is the end of the world

Tear The World Apart - A Fearless Vampire Killers Fan fiction

I'm so addicted to every little thing you do.

You only die once. He does not. For every of Mask of Skyview City, death is just another occupational hazard that comes with being a superhero. Well 'almost' every Mask. Regeant, The Undying Man has the power to return from the grave, time and time again. But there is a heavy price to be paid, as with each death he risks a piece of his memory slipping away, and he is now left with only fragmented memories of his past. Adding to his woes, the villains of Skyview are dominating the battle-field, and excelling in their fight against justice. A faceless new enemy has been working from the sidelines, pulling the strings on all the Dark Masks in the city - and to great effect. As the remaining heroes of Skyview are slowly drawn into a deadly game of shadows, it becomes clear that someone must lead them. One who does not fear death. One who does not fear anything. Regeant is the one, and he has a plan. Facing the greatest threat the city has ever known, he'll encounter dangerous new enemies, form unexpected friendships, deal with the headache of separating professionalism & 'romance' in a melodramatic world of superheroes, and perhaps - before the end - understand just what it means to be a Mask, and what it means to be human.

a new girl named regina gorge comes to school to sh mo will she survive? from the creator of the rage of abel

A day in the life of Hell's new royal Family

A great war destroyed half the world and the ninety-five percent that has life is left in poverty. The remaining ten percent is the Safe Haven - considered to be, well, a Safe Haven. Run by the Safe Haven Committee - a committee of people nobody ever saw. -- "Loor did not feel one bit of lachrymose for those distasteful Philistines. There was only a divided schism of ideas – the few with smarts, all of these people locked away or forced into hiding; and the many savages who only think of ways to kill, who are quick to kill no matter the skill, and in everyday life. But sadly this would only grow with the help of the Committee, kindling the fire of the corrupted."

The normal start ..

Poems by me, SJ, about various things.

Mowing the Roads and Houses, its a shoddy business, duly unappreciated and unrecognised. Given the nature of our duties, and the state of hellish shambles the world would be in without our work, I'm here to share with you the troubles we suffer, and endure, whilst going about our daily jobs.

A continuation of my writings from an account I left behind