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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!)

Kusuo does not think very highly of this world he's been reborn into, of the abusive household he is meant to call 'home', nor the manipulation from the people around him, but he does love his new brother, who shines too brightly and trusts too quickly. His remembering is an anomaly, but hadn't he always attracted the strange and unknown. (the gods flip a coin and the earth watches with bated breath) // In which a Post-Canon, adult, Human Rights Lawyer Saiki Kusuo is factory reset and respawns™ into a new world. He is less than pleased. This world is a political, moral, and Human Rights abomination. Our psychic boy is not okay (but these traumatized wizards are even less okay, and he will not stand for it). Kusuo is an empath at heart and he'll be damned before he lets these children and traumatized, taller children get themselves killed on his watch. Featuring: Saiki adopting a large hoard of kids and accidentally parenting quite a few grown mages.

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?

danger force with coco and lola!!

A renowned horror author, Anya, is drawn to a haunted Victorian hotel. She encounters the ghost of a young girl, Lily, who reveals that the family's killer is still trapped within the hotel. Lily believes the man is innocent and needs Anya's help to set him free. Anya delves into the hotel's past, uncovering disturbing truths and ultimately helping to clear the man's name.

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From the writing prompt- "After falling asleep during history class, a teen wakes up to find his school and town apparently abandoned, for what looks like years."

my thoughts are stars i cannot fathom into constellations and four am knows all my secrets

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

AU

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.

|FANFIC LA PASSEUSE DE MOTS| Les combats sont rude et le moral, pas au beau fixe. Alors qu'ils prennent une pause pour se ressourcer à Sol'Zar, Arya et tous ses amis se retrouvent victime d'un sort. Les voilà revenus en plein dans l'enfance ! Nergal et les quelques adultes restant n'ont plus qu'à prendre soin de tous ces enfants en attendant que le sort se dissipe, une situation à laquelle ils ne sont pas préparés. Car douze enfants, cela fait beaucoup de bêtises ! TW [traités en surface mais présents] : Régression à l'enfance, accident domestique (évité), mention de fausse couche, mention de possible abus mental sur enfant

A collection of poetry by yours truly. Free verse writing, no rules, no worries! All owned and written by me, unless specifically stated otherwise.

Another Christmas celebration of sorts By james a. galgano Oh come all Yee faithful ! beyond oft inclement night To a place not far from here though we wish it might For across this sorrowful planet comes a discouraging word Many will go to sleep tonight without a home or meal. This is the way many find themselves while others celebrate. The birth of some Jesus Christ born in a manger once upon a time In some place called Galilee where his undocumented family escaped Seeking shelter from impending storm and Roman search disconsolate For all first born to each and every undocumented family in flight Two thousand years forward not much has changed since that day Many are still hunted for their papers offering acceptance tonight Life is still filled with foolish boundaries one must never cross-opined. Though in search of jobs and freedoms many still now do un-contrite. Knowing forgiveness and salvation are still sought on this cold Xmas night.