Sorts povestiri

Slate frantically ran up the stairs towards the observatory, looking around. "Mica?" Mica was also just as shaken. "Slate? What was that?" They asked. Their face was frightened as they stared at them. "I don't-" But they cut themselves off as they heard something... almost like whispering at first. But it was getting louder, and Slate realized it was the sound of whooshing air. But what was that bright, blue light in the sky? And why was it getting hotter all of a sudden? Slate suddenly gasped as a roar washed over them. They frantically looked up, seeing that the sky was too bright. Impossibly so. It lit up the entire night sky so much that they couldn't see the stars anymore. But then, it was gone. Slate stared in confusion and terror at the sky for a few seconds, as if they were waiting for the strange light to return, before they tilted their head back down and looked around frantically. Or The hatchling's launch day takes a turn no one could have expected (Please leave comments for me! This is my first fic, and I would love to hear what you think, so I can do better in the future! Criticism is accepted as long as it's constructive! Updates every day at 8 P.M until completion!)

Très très loin, il y a très très longtemps, quelque part entre ici et là-bas, les événements se précipitèrent méchamment et les petits microcosmes s'entrechoquèrent... le chaos est aux portes! Pourquoi? Comment? En quel lieu? Entre la vallée du Sprat et celle du Bot ça rigole pas! Il faudra un héros pour dénouer tout ça! Mais qui?

My experiences put into poems.

A collection of stories. It will contain fantasy and sci-fi, some are even rooted in real life. So come and read and find out what holds in each chapter.

Imagines and preferences for one direction feel free to leave requests and ideas!

2nd book in the ISAC mini-fic series with Chanlix Will be 1000% Fluff #58 Aussieline

In many towns you'll always have that school that everyone knows. Sometimes known for its high achieving status, sometimes known for its very poor achieving status. Maybe it's for the brain boxes, maybe it's for the children who live off Mcdonalds and graffiti the toilet walls. Welcome to All Sorts High. The school known for its insane nature. Where nobody can stick out, because everyone different. This story follows the point of view of several different All Sorts pupils. Like any teens they go through love, heartbreak, friendship, bullying, and most of all finding themselves. This drama packed school really is for All Sorts! "One day you'll look back on this mad, weird school and remember how being in this school, these were the best days of your life. Because although it wasn't the best school in the world, country or even the city...it offered you some sort of home."

If ever there was a collection of writings that could give you access to the inner workings of my mind, of the rantings and ravings of soft-mannered girl--this would be it. A quick word about me, and who I am before you read. I am a dancer, a sister, a daughter, and introvert I am a quiet writer, not quite in the closet, not quite out. I am analytical and disorganized, curious beyond belief I am a procrastinator, particularly if it's phone call related I am not adventurous, though there are a few people who can make me I am a woman who wants someday to have a family, Lots and lots of children to clamber all over me I am clumsy and honest, and shy and quirky I am no lipstick wearer, mascara wielder, or fashion authority. I am a God follower above all and above else And if there is one thing you should remember, it is this last.

Ceci est mon 2eme livre sur la Wicca Mon 1er << La wicca ma religion>>

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These are a series of short stories in no particular order with no particular correlation. I really hope you enjoy them.

Just read:)