Kindredspirits Stories

Our souls found each other by what some might think of as a one in a million chance, but I thought differently.

A Story starring two childhood bestfriends who has never wanted anything more than to be by each other's side. But, will that continue and last when they disclose a confidential secret? Or will their friendship wither like a flower that's been neglected? Started: January 16, 2022

Anne's sweet, short and heartfelt poem to Gilbert. One-shot.

Can people who where once sworn enemies find love and comfort in each other? Cara and Parker are forced into a relationship to unite two families, however as darkness rises to the surface, friends become enemies and the pair are faced with heartbreak and betrayal can their relationship withstand? Or will they break under pressure?

Anne Shirley-Cuthbert and Gilbert Blythe are seemingly pushed together by the unforgiving force of destiny during their time in Avonlea. Despite Anne's best efforts to dodge her inevitable fate, the brown haired boy begins to grow on her. "We've thwarted destiny long enough." All characters belong to L.M. Montgomery and the writers of Anne with an E on Netflix. While some of the storyline will be different, the basis is not my idea. I just think we deserved a bit more Shirbert <3

#ACyberpunkNovella Dominique Coutee meets the graffiti writer/underground hackers called Neukdae and crew leader Jai in a post apocalyptic Dallas Texas . Through their help, Dominique is trained and ready to search for Marcus Caesar creator of the new virtual reality street drug Somnium, and who's responsible for her sister's death.

First day of College, To-do list all checked, what could possibly go wrong? "What are you doing here," I say, astonished. I could not believe the person I would have never expected to see in a million years was standing right in front of me. "What are you doing here?" he counters. "Weren't you supposed to go to a college in Utah?" I say. "Yeah, but I decided to accept this one instead last minute. Your friends told me you were supposed to go to a college in Tennessee though?" he replies. "Yeah, but this one was just closer to home." We started staring each other down, already knowing this was going to be some very long four years. Uh oh, looks like two very different sides of a coin step into the same world once again.

Poem

Two weeks before the Hellhounds come calling, Dean wanders into a bar to get through another night the only way he knows how. He bumps into a young man struggling with some choices he made to protect his younger siblings. Great. Why not? That's exactly what Dean needs. And the dumb kid doesn't even know how to order a drink.

In which Caroline's older sister, Cassidy, has always known that she was mated to eight supernaturals based on her mate tattoo. But when she meets them all, one by one, she comes to realise that she is in for one hell of a ride... (TVD ~ season 2-4) (TO ~ season 1-5) MOST IMPRESSIVE RANKINGS: #1 - #babe (13/02/23) #1 - #kindredspirits (04/07/23) #2 - #gorgeous (06/05/23) #2 - #freyamikaelson (24/10/23) #3 - #heretic (06/03/23) #3 - #marcelgerard (04/07/23) #5 - #hayleymarshall (03/03/23) I DO NOT own TVD/TO nor the characters. Only Cassidy, her plot, and all of her children. Yes, there will be a lot of kids. Is she ever not pregnant? Started: 28th December 2022 Finished: 24th August 2023

━━ 𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙰𝙽 𝙴 ; 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 'a skirt is not an invitation!' IN WICH you can apply your fanfictions/apply fics, and we are gonna write a critique about them. ❪applications are open.❫ ❪netflix-society❫ ❪16. july 2021.❫

This is a fanfiction about Rainbow Rowell's masterpiece called Kindred Spirits. It is about Elena and Gabe after the end of the book.

Kindred Constellations - A beautiful poem that conveys the warmth, love, and connection of a special bond of sisterhood.

After a successful protest, the students of the Avonlea Schoolhouse are celebrating at Ms. Stacy's house. Anne steps out for a breath of fresh air. So does Gilbert. *wink wink*

This isn't a love story. This isn't poetry. This isn't a diary. This is the archive of someone who thinks too much and feels too loud. A book for the ones who romanticize stars but understand black holes. For the ones waiting for a love that feels like silence being understood instead of noise being answered. If you're here, maybe this book was looking for you too.

She was elegant and poised, everything I strived for... somehow she became the Diana to my Anne

One day you're sitting in your living room watching an episode of teen wolf and next thing you know you've been thrown into the past. I'm on my back staring at the ceiling with my head throbbing. I hear shocked whispering and see curious eyes come into view as men and women circle around my body on the floor. "Look at her Marilla she's practically wearing nothing" a woman harshly whispered to another woman. I looked down confused at my cropped hoodie and basketball shorts that sat high on up on my waist. I was barely showing an inch of my stomach I looked at the woman who was covered head to toe wearing a Victorian dress. "Where am I?" I asked rubbing my head and sitting up. "Prince Edward Island" someone answered. "Where's that?" I asked even more confused about where I was. "Canada." That's not possible. How the hell did I get from America to Canada in the blink of an eye? I feel my heart rate pick up as I start to panic a little. I stood up quickly making everyone jump back a bit and frantically began searching through my pockets. "What are you doing!" the woman that made a comment about clothing choice from before barked. I jumped and froze. My hands tucked deep in the pocket of my hoodie. "I-I'm looking for my phone. I need to call -" "What's a Phone?" She snapped. I looked around incredulously how can she not know what a phone is? I looked at all the men and women in the room dressed in an oddly formal fashion. my eyes slipping past them and out the window to see a horse attached to a carriage. I could feel the blood rush from my face and my palms began to sweat as I was filled with Horror. "When am I?" I shakily whispered. "You're on Prince Edward Island. We already told-" "No... Not where am I" I said my body filling with anxiety "When am I. W-What Year is it?" "It's 1862" Oh God. This Cant be happening. I need to leave. I need to get out of here. I push past the circle of people and run out the door. "Someone Catch her!" The woman yells from behind me.