Stroll Stories

Momentos de los pilotos de F1

𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 | ❝when he was here everything was wrong. ❞ ❝ yeah? well everything is wrong when he is gone okay anna? ❞ BOOK THREE IN THE ❝Better Than Revenge❞ SERIES [Lance Stroll x femoc!]

You probably know the F1 House series from @f1addict7 (If not I can only recommend it) I got inspired by her work and now I am publishing my own F1 House book about the 2022 season with my own ideas and storielines. And as you may have noticed, I write it in English. I'm always grateful for suggestions for improvement or tips. Or nice comments if you like the story. About the Story: This book is about our beloved F1 Drivers, and their lives, if they all live in the same house together. All drivers in one house means pure chaos, but also friendship, family and solidarity. All Drivers from the 2022 Season will be part of this book. Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the gayest of them all? I can't stay away from BoyxBoy so I hope you like some Drama and Love among the Drivers. Have Fun reading my little chaotic Book ^^

All my Formula 1/2/3/E oneshots from Tumblr. Some of them are my own ideas, some are requests. If you ever feel like requesting please visit my blog where you can see how you can make a request. It's always stated there if requests are open or not 😊

Have you ever though what story can be hidden behind meaning of sentences such as: "Gura got lost!", "Ina did it!" or why nearly everyone from they company (corporation) doing an evasion action, when Calli go into "tsundere mod?" Well,-- lets put lore at side for a moment...

A collection of expressions. Thoughts and feelings arise from my affection. Short sentences with no general direction. Check out my other poems, you have my appreciation.

Two college students go out for a late night walk.

@charles_leclerc followed you

I just went out for an evening stroll How did this happen

In which Lance can't deal with hate anymore but atleast he has his problematicly older boyfriend there. shitpost one shot.

Shay Marks, hot, sexy, stylish and rich. She's everything. She's kind of what everyone calls a playgirl, but don't get her wrong. She's just, as she puts it, finding Mr. Right. Sid Trenton, cool, sexy, stylish and rich. He's everything. He's a playboy, and happy to admit it. But that's just until he finds Ms. Right. So how again do the people with the same personality have polar opposite thoughts? No Explanation. But, when both of their best friends are getting married, and being tied up in a wedding, that little spark is bound to happen. Watch these two as they go on a cute, funny, and bumpy ride for their friends.

The imaginary sleepover people go for a walk, mainly to get slushies and to buy eggs. On Superior Avenue, Donald C finds a surprise: Yet another morel! They check the next day, and another morel shows up!

☆!REQUEST ARE OPEN!☆ I'll write driver x reader one shots :) Feel free to leave a request! <3

A story about me and my friends in an Alternate universe :)

The silence in the car felt suffocating as they drove through the town. Lance felt like he had to break it but he didn't know how to, fortunately he was spared it as Esteban said. "Was he nice to you?" Lance was confused so he responded with a. "Who." "Fernando." He leaned back in his seat before answering. "He was nice enough."

Comedy piece I wrote a while ago

Today, dreams are mocked and strangled habitually. Sarcasm is seldom labeled the accent of the devil and her insatiable brethren, but, my dear, that is what that is if you don't quite understand him or hymn. Even parents seldom encourage their kids to bless themselves- to be still and indulge their souls. Do only soles now matter, oh Nike, queen of victory?! So many questions are asked in vain, only as axes for the purpose of massacring growing crops of trees. Oh, care! Lend me a moment, for your voice will shower my budding thoughts; your love is nutritious to me, as will be my smile for your soil. Harsh silence ignites fires in the richest of forests and impatience did fell the sturdiest of trees. Perhaps we simply care about the same tomorrow, and our dreams match. Feel free beside me to talk the night away, my dear! Consider these and let me know what images they appear as, and I'll share my own experience, my own imagination. Tell me, lord, for I trust you: what is love? Just how to save the world? What do you want? At the very least, I've drawn a picture to put you to sleep. Hand me a pen and some paper and I'll make a world blossom. Winter Through Windows

Just a short entry about my amazing nights in Toronto.