Notredame Stories

Isla Mariner's new podcast was never supposed to be personal-until a player from the basketball team decided to listen.

Paris, the City of Love. One could call this place home... But in the 15th century, those of us who try to call Paris home... are treated as outcasts. I am one of those people. For you see, I am the daughter of a gypsy and a man who worked under Judge Claude Frollo as his advisor. At a young age, I lost them to a fire, caused by Frollo himself, and I grew up with the others, hiding, running from the guards. But this time... I am not running anymore. These 20 years that have passed have burned a fire into my heart and I want to change the way things are. Maybe, just maybe.... I may find someone who can.... All I can do, is just wait and listen to the bells.... Hunchback of Notre Dame owned by Disney Only thing I own is myself and the two characters that I call my "parents"

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"You speak of justice, yet you are cruel to those most in need of your help"

Quasimodo's hart breekt wanneer hij ontdekt dat Esmeralda ter dood werd veroordeeld. Hij vindt Frollo op het balkon van de Notre-Dame en verliest zijn zelfbeheersing. Bijna gooit hij zijn voogd overheen de balustrade van de kathedraal, maar bedenkt zich. Quasimodo heeft een ander plan voor een monster als Frollo... Een nieuw einde voor Victor Hugo's "The Hunchback Of Notre Dame", verteld vanuit Frollo's standpunt.

Inspired by: Hilda Furacão, Notre Dame de Paris --- Benedicta, adopted by the cruel Judge Claude Frollo right after her birth, was vowed to God - destined to love no one but the Almighty Himself. But when love strikes, she refuses to follow the path carved for her. Without hesitation, she dives into a bohemian life steeped in sin, unaware that her choice will eventually lead her to a certain hunchback... the very one with whom she once exchanged letters. --- *You can pretend Benedicta is a Y/N if you want *Quasimodo x Oc/reader

Writing exercise - write from the point of view of a place ...so naturally I made Notre Dame a passive-aggressive lesbian teenager.

Two age-old friends meet in what is left of Notre-Dame after the fire.

Hi there! Have you ever seen that children's book for the Hunchback of Notre Dame that seems to do nothing with the movie or original book? (I've heard it's sold in Europe) Well I was recently look at it online and found myself inspired by it's drawing of the one and only Claude Frollo one of the best villains disney has yet to make! In this fanfiction Judge Frollo wakes up in the middle of God knows where, with nothing more than a wagon in which he was dragged in and the clothing on his back. As he struggles to survive without from hearty food and goose-feather beds he is found by gypsies who make him a deal. They will take him to Paris in exchange for money, a pardon of nine years and the removal of the current gypsy king in Paris. Will Frollo agree to deal with such heathens? And more importantly, will he ever get back to Paris? A fanfiction that takes place when Frollo has recently become Prime Minister/ Judge it gives the cold judge a look at the people he has hated for so long. Really hope you enjoy it please Read and Review!

Follow the story of Quasimodo, the bell-ringer of the Notre Dame Cathedral, jump out of his shell and fall in love with the beautiful and radiant (Y/n)! However, when Frollo's evil purge to cleanse the city of sin, will things go according to plan? Tag along this journey and read to find out how Quasi manages to deal with the unfortunate circumstances life throws at him.

Gigi, her twin sister, and two friends decide to do a twenty-four hour challenge in Notre Dame. But what happens when the famous cathedral catches on fire while the four teenagers are inside? 3rd place winner in The Echo Awards' October 2019 contest Cover is courtesy of @xxElectricRosexx

WNBA's bad girl and US Gymnastics angel fall into an unlikely relationship starting at the 2012 Olympics. But the euphoria they experience is short lived as the Olympics come to a close and they face real world challenges as Skylar is starting her college career at Notre Dame and Aly has to prepare for the next Olympics. Will their love last or will it cease to exist? Copyright © 2016 by Officialstories All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

They're poems. Some of them are old and remain in progress. I revisit and update many of them regularly to fix the parts I just can't seem to make sound right.

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Exactly what it sounds like, made with @whyisitnutmegger Veronica: Notre Dame Martha: Ducks JD: Wolverines Heather Chandler: Crimson Tide Heather Macnamara: Ohio State Heather Duke: Clemson Ram: Tigers Kurt: Gators Ms Fleming: Big Ten Director: SEC

Dear Anne is a series of emails written by Corey Clairmont to a woman he met once before traveling from the US to Paris, France. Corey is a starving artist who is taking a gap year to discover his true self. Out of the blue, he received an email from Anne. They corresponded a few times, and he finally went to meet her while on a layover during his trip to Paris. He is falling in love with her despite their short acquaintance. Despite being nervous about the situation, he longed to grow close to her. It is a sudden and overwhelming feeling that leaves him turning inside-out and backward. Filled with emotional twists and turns, his letters grow loving, frantic, distant and apprehensive. Corey is on a rollar coaster of emotion. Follow him, if you dare.

A short poem I felt compelled to write as I watched the Notre Dame burn. Not usually my thing, but it felt right.

Notre-Dame de Paris hears all. The Lady's curving pillars and statutes listen silently to all sins of its confessors, hiding them away into the cold stone of her walls, never to be spoken and never to be known. Yet still, the poison of sin managed to slip through the cracks.