Written in our destiny ~❄
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In the age of thirty , we harvest what we planted during the last years of our lives , the size of the smile drawn on our lips through this period depends on how much efforts and sacrifices we have done in order to put the bricks of our future ...~
°°Jade is the kind of people who can realize whatever they want by hard working , since she was five years old , when she saw a criminal killing her dad in front of her eyes , and the law couldn't arrest him , she decided to become a judge with the aim of putting all the bad offenders behind the rails starting with the killer of her precious dad ... （（
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Wildhearts
Even if I am a billionaire now, mom and I usually talk but dad is still hard on me. He didn't want me living away from home at the age of twenty five, and wasting away my money to some girl or women who only wanted my fame, fortune but not the real me, as what he always say, the last time he talked to me, which was five years ago. But I liked the attention, the fake loves or smiles, but it changed when I swerved my car down an alley and saw a girl walking, swaying like she's drunk or didn't care what happens to her. I almost hit her and shouted pulling down my car window, but she isn't budging. Oh, my God, is she dead or did I hit her? I looked outside and I think it's okay to get out of the dark street.Concluída
𝐌𝐲 𝐍𝐞𝐤𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐎𝐰𝐥~
In year xxxx scientists decided to experiment on something new. They buy people on black market and created an unknown liquid to inject on them. After sacrificing hundreds of people for the unknown liquid to keep evolving after some test something happened that scientists themselves will call impossible. A hybrid. "A human with animal ears and tail?!" " we'll become millionaire if we sell them to black market! People will bet thousands of their money to buy one of this creatures. " " We'll just make sure the government won't know about this. " After some years of selling different kind of hybrids the government eventually know of this. They plan on stopping this kind of transactions but it's already too late. People falling in love and mating with their hybrids causing it's population to increase. The scientist's payed their crime in jail and got their head slashed off their own body. Government approve that people can take care of hybrids but can be sentenced to being put in jail for a life time if known of abusing them. Everything sounds peaceful now aren't it? No. M/n after a stressful day on his school just wanted to lay down on his bed while sipping on his hot chocolate as he watched the rain poured down on his window. But when a male neko around his age knocked on his door drenched in rain, shivering and bruised, he just need the urge to cry why things keep happening and when it happens it just need to bother him. " C-can y-y-you p-please s-s-shelter m-me? T-the h-houses I've g-gone s-s-said t-they d-don't h-have a-a p-place to s-spare f-for a l-l-living t-t-trash l-like m-me. P-please it's so c-cold. A-at least just for o-one n-n-night, p-please m-mister... " Despite of his constant stuttering, shivering and sniffing M/n understand it. Meaning he understand too that a 19 years old like him have to take a responsibility of this neko in front of him. ~ But what if the neko isn't the only one he'll need to take care of, but a certain owl too?Concluída
Rich Kids
Yes, it is sad... I am not prone to drama like the rest of you. Our lives are encompassed with monotonous events, the usual really: eat, sleep, work, repeat. But honestly, am I complaining? I can, I could have... But the question remains, do I even have the energy to spark up a fire? We could be flowers, adorning ourselves to appear more attractive for the bees' ocellus. Or glow brighter than the sun to entice. But why go through all that hustle when we can just live through the eyes of another? Seems simpler enough anyway. Suck the adrenaline rush of the stunners. The ones that even with just a sneeze, the entire earth would shake, sprinting towards them. Their being, the forbidden tree, strutting at the centre of the Garden of Eden. Their souls, Magnetite. We could attempt. But I do not want to. I try as much as possible to stay away from the disease. As thrilling as it may be: he who will swallow the apple seed must consider the size of his stomach. So why spend a thousand back-breaking years thereafter mopping up the residue? Have the moles drag down your name into the pits with them. Surely, we are not that desperate, are we? Never eye the wife of thy neighbour in fear that she just might be a white fowl with beautiful feathers. So why can I not just stay in my lane? Why can't we? So join in, enter my mind and live out your most exciting reality through the eyes of others. Read it, watch it, envision it. Better than allowing life to feed us up with a spoon of chaos, attracting a series of tornadoes into our mundane worlds. And maybe, we might just fall in love.
Urban Fanics
Young citizens often grow up in the "ghetto" facing environmental problems with family and friends. They often discover themselves as individuals outside of the poor community. Some become parents, money makers, or even addicts. It's a rush against envy, heartbreak, and depression. Some survive or survive in graves. The #1 rule? Kill or be killed. Eat selfishly or starve. What will it be? golden-fanix © all rights reserved.Concluída
THE MYSTERY DREAMER
[# 88 in TEEN FICTION on 14/3/18.] [#5 in angerissues on 10/05/2018] COMPLETED!!! No matter where you come from, your dreams are always valid. RULE 1: Never let anyone under estimate the power of your dreams. RULE 2: Always follow rule one. These were the only principles little Ria lived by. Her devoting and protective nature always came out as harsh and bitch-y. Everytime she felt threatened, her claws came out, ready to defend...to destroy. It's only you who knows the value of your dreams. So, what will she do when her exterminator walks into her life, ready to ruin everything she lives for. She fight's. A fight between two souls. ________________________________ "Who do you think you are?" she asked, bravery seeping through every syllable leaving her mouth. A devil carves fear, and when you don't give him that, he is agitated. "Your nightmare baby." he smirked as he leaned closer to her. They say never look into his eyes...he is evil. Don't cross paths with him...he is unforgiving. Never challenge him...he is destructive. But what did she do??? Every damn thing she wasn't supposed to! Add a punch to the already shaky equation and you'll find yourself amidst drama...teenage drama. Is it right to let these two souls collide? "I am not your damn servant whom you order around, get that straight through your thick skull!" with that she walked away like a pro if I may say so...leaving him staring at the place where she previously stood. When an ego is hurt, revenge is born. "Come on guys. . .we need to sort out some things," all his friends could do was watch; watch helplessly, as destruction planted it's ugly claws into their lives. A tale of destruction, misery, loyalty, friendship, trust and betrayal. "If you call yourself a dreamer, I call myself a dream-snatcher. You won't even know what hit you, little girl," he thought, as he smirked wickedly at her retreating figure. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Has mild cursing be warned!Concluída
TOGETHER (completed)
❥ 𝙻𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏. 𝚂𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜. ❥𝙰𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜, 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝. 𝙽𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 this way. 𖨆𖨆 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 ~ 𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜.Concluída
Even if I am a billionaire now, mom and I usually talk but dad is still hard on me. He didn't want me living away from home at the age of twenty five, and wasting away my money to some girl or women who only wanted my fame, fortune but not the real me, as what he always say, the last time he talked to me, which was five years ago. But I liked the attention, the fake loves or smiles, but it changed when I swerved my car down an alley and saw a girl walking, swaying like she's drunk or didn't care what happens to her. I almost hit her and shouted pulling down my car window, but she isn't budging. Oh, my God, is she dead or did I hit her? I looked outside and I think it's okay to get out of the dark street.
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