BLUE- Colour Soulmate AU/ Cinderella
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A Swing in the Park
It was the summer of 1976 when my father left us. It was a particularly memorable summer and my mother suffered terribly. My father had left her for a younger woman and moved into her apartment which was above a flower shop where she worked. My mother struggled making ends meet and got a job as a nursing assistant at Peaceful Haven, an old folks home that still exists although it is very badly run down now. Because she could not afford a baby sitter, my mother took me to work where I sat in the lounge and watched TV and read books. On her lunch breaks she took me across the street to Faulkner Park where she made out with Fred while I wandered around eating my sandwich. But I quickly grew bored. I was 8 then, a bright young girl with an active imagination. I imagined doors in the sandbox, swings into the sky, doors to another world. And in the rooms of the old lost souls were more doors only waiting to be opened. I took those souls with me on my adventures and eased their loneliness and age with my contagious eagerness to believe anything. And then a terrible thing happened to me, so terrible I could not speak of it. I was in hospital, unable to believe anymore and my old friends came to visit me and to believe for me. I am 30 now, and as I write this and look back I wonder if I still believe. And yes, I do. Believing got me through that summer and believing got my father to come home again.Kumpleto
The Third Wedding
This is my story, essentially these are real events I've lived through and I'm processing it by writing it down as a fairytale. It's probably fine. THIS IS DEDICATED TO MY FRIENDS: You are the ONLY ones who got me through all of these struggles! Thank you for saving me everyday. To me, you are the magic, thank you!Kumpleto
The Memories Of Loving You
I had unpublished this in hopes of editing and republishing. But i have lost my motivation for this story and cannot say if i will ever return to it. My deepest apologies. {FairyTail x OC - new character love interest} Siara was born in Magnolia to a wealthy family. But she was missing something that would ruin her life for good. You see, fate was not kind to her at first. Her past was torturous, but she was lucky enough to survive and forget the whole experience. After countless years, Siara wakes up on the streets of Magnolia. Her past is a mystery to her, and she finds herself at square one. With her arrival at the Fairy Tail guild, she meets a strikingly familiar figure from what Siara assumes is her past. Might he just be the one to restore her memories or be the one who will seal them away for good? Find out as you dive into the Fairy Tail fanfiction, 'The Memories Of Loving You'. {Disclaimer: This is a Fairy Tail (which I do not own) OC story with an additional character as the love interest (which I do own). To accommodate my characters, I need to give Magnolia additional history, but it won't affect the universe's usual functionality. So, just a heads up.} Have fun reading!!Kumpleto
Poetry?
just random shit i've written that I need the world to see??XD TW
Lost -A Nalu story
Note:I own nothing but the story all credit goes to Hiro Mashima (the creator of the anime) After a tragic accident ending up in the death of his best friend, Natsu Dragneel becomes depressed and spiteful to those around him. Suddenly he and a few of his guild mates are whisked away into a future world with no way home. Watch as the group hopelessly adjust to the new world and struggle to find the cause. Will Natsu ever get over the death of his best friend and reconnect with those around him. This contains an OC, she's not a major character This was my first story I made public when I was very new to writing- this is not a masterpiece by any means and merely a tool to help me improve on my storytelling and writing ability- you have been warnedKumpleto
Beauty In Paradise
I'm an average girl tryn to make the best of what I have. But this story is my world built on true love and destroyed in the blink of an eye. I fall in love with the wrong but right guy and want nothing more than a normal life. But what's normal these days? I've been hurt, lied to, and mistreated all my life. So the moment I get a little taste of my own fairy tale, I give it my all. Was that my mistake?Kumpleto
The End Of An Era
A young princess is taken from her home and forced to marry a prince with anger issues. Check out my other book "The Beginning of An Era" told my the point of view of Alex.Kumpleto
Black Strings: Threads of Revenge
Fate marked him. Power follows him. Death haunts him. Tommy never asked to be the Ultimate Spirit. But when legends awaken, and war begins to stir underneath, he's forced to accept a role that could rewrite the order of the realms. Hunted by the Spirit Council and their Star Guard, Tommy must survive a legacy and legend before it kills him. Some strings were never meant to be pulled, and this is only the beginning.Kumpleto
It was the summer of 1976 when my father left us. It was a particularly memorable summer and my mother suffered terribly. My father had left her for a younger woman and moved into her apartment which was above a flower shop where she worked. My mother struggled making ends meet and got a job as a nursing assistant at Peaceful Haven, an old folks home that still exists although it is very badly run down now. Because she could not afford a baby sitter, my mother took me to work where I sat in the lounge and watched TV and read books. On her lunch breaks she took me across the street to Faulkner Park where she made out with Fred while I wandered around eating my sandwich. But I quickly grew bored. I was 8 then, a bright young girl with an active imagination. I imagined doors in the sandbox, swings into the sky, doors to another world. And in the rooms of the old lost souls were more doors only waiting to be opened. I took those souls with me on my adventures and eased their loneliness and age with my contagious eagerness to believe anything. And then a terrible thing happened to me, so terrible I could not speak of it. I was in hospital, unable to believe anymore and my old friends came to visit me and to believe for me. I am 30 now, and as I write this and look back I wonder if I still believe. And yes, I do. Believing got me through that summer and believing got my father to come home again.
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