Historias de Longwayhome

Riley lives in a cookie-cutter world. So cookie-cutter that she doesnt even get to choose who she loves. What will happened when people start to rebel?

"Yeah, you're a pain in my ass." He says with a smirk. "But I need to know." "Fine then you really want me to say it? Will that make you happy Irwin?" I asked angrily. He's keeps pestering me and I want him to just shut those lips, and take those hazel eyes off of my soul. "Yes. It would make me happy. Now Allie, give me the answer" he says with seriousness in his voice. "Fine. I fucking love you Ashton Fletcher Irwin." I say angrily and turn on my heel on the fallen leaves to walk away until his muscular arms wrap around me.

words that can go a long way.

One lonely man, one lonely coyote, and nothing but dessert sands for miles on the journey home. ***Short story | Ongoing***

Lots of lives were lost that night, there were survivors though, they were told to hold on, but not everything is as easy as it sounds.

Sydney is stuck between decisions and consecutive unfortunate events. As if she didn't already have enough on her plate, she now must make the choice of leaving her home and her family to pursue a career abroad. Pressured by the unknown possibilities, she decides to get away on her own for a couple days, but the unfortunate events follow her on her road trip. She ends up meeting a blonde-haired, blue-eyed stranger, who's in a similar position as her. Little does Sydney know, this 'stranger' might be more important to her story than she thinks. Copyright vinylschae ©️ 2020

First Fanfic

A path of loneliness written in portuguese for whatever reason.

I've left a life I used to know back in America, while studying abroad I fell in love with the man I love the most. I sacrificed my old life for him, here in Italy. Now this is my life....playing housewife here in Matera, Italy. I was studying the cuisine of the Italian food, and along the way I met Angelo. The man with the scruffy facial hair, and the chestnut brown curls that hang on his shoulders. He had an accent I adored but a stubbornness I hated. This was an impulse decision and I kind of regretted it, but I did it all for love. His family, especially his Papa are accepting of me but his brother sort of has this personal vendetta against me. And there certainly is bad blood between Angelo and Mario. "What...what are you doing," I asked him feeling his hot breath go down my neck. With each breath it made my skin crawl and body go tense with chills. "Just relax......"

Faith is an 17 year old girl who thought she had the perfect family but was never aloud outside nor her sister. To her it was normal. Until one day she was watching the news while her mom and dad were at work. The news showed a picture of her and her sister saying today is the anniversary of Faith and Avery Williams . She starts to think she was kidnaped at birth or very young. Is she really kidnaped or is it a misunderstanding read to find out!!!

"I'm lost trying to get found in an ocean of people."

“Where are we going? My house is that way…” She stared after the street that they were supposed to turn off on; her heart rate increasing. “Look, I really appreciate the ride, but if you’re planning on kidnapping me I-” A light chuckle escaped his lips as he took his melted chocolate brown eyes off of the road ahead and trained them upon her. As he did so, they sparkled with anticipation and awe. “Babe, I’m not kidnapping you, I just want to get to know you more. We’re just going to take the long way home.” ~~~~~~~ Calum offered a desperate Aubrey a ride home. Intrigued by the gorgeous girl, he takes the back roads to prolong their time together. Who knows what could happen when two unlikely strangers cross paths, and take the long way home.

She doesn't know it yet - it's different - she's different. Which path will she take before it's too late..

"I look at you and i'm home"

"So we're taking the long way home," Luke told me, taking his eyes off the road briefly to flash a grin in my direction. Little did he know the ride home was going to be a lot longer than he originally thought.

This poem is about a walk home from a long day, then going to sleep. Hope you enjoy:)

I suppose I have found it easier to identify with the characters who verge upon hysteria, who were frightened of life, who were desperate to reach out to another person. But these seemingly fragile people are the strong people really.

What happens when your family’s RV breaks down during your torturous annual family trip? Clearly, you hitch a ride with a wannabe punk rock band.

||[5 Seconds Of Summer au]||