Old-school Stories

When Alex gets on Dela's bus, she thinks that God has to be laughing at her. When he sits down next to her, she's ready to scream at the Pope, and when he starts talking to her, she's...intrigued. Dela has always been good at blending in. Her yearbook was always filled with "I love you!" and "I miss you!" and tended to avoid the dodgy, "have a great summer's", but ten years down the line she knew that not many of her so-called "friend's" would be able to pick her out of a line-up. Not that she really minded, she knew it was the one of the few ways to survive Perrymore High; home to the rich, spoiled, pre-ivy league school kids who came from families with more history than Wikipedia. The only other way to survive Perrymore High; stand out. Alex drives a flashy car, was the first of his friends to kiss a girl, got drunk and crashed his dad's boat last summer. He's known for being charming, popular, and at times a little bit of a dick, but he also knows that none of this will really matter, because no matter how he acts he'll always be able to follow his parent's plan for him and end up in a high-paying, mind-numbingly dull law firm. They seem opposites, and maybe they are. Alex is sad and Dela isn't, Dela is scared and Alex isn't. But together, these two teens will teach each other how to live.

Any song that comes to mind, I'll put it down here. Some you might know, some you might not know. We'll see what happens. ~no requests~

A chaotic Sesame Street fanfiction. (There's no death bestie I promise). Ever wondered what the little monsters on Sesame Street would be like as teens? Me too! We explore that concept one summer in 1997 on the humid streets of New York, where Elmo and his friends are constantly getting into trouble, and simply can't be asked to stay inside. After all, why should they? It's summer! Elmo - 13.5 Grover - 14 Big Bird - 16 Snuffy - 16.5 Julia - 14 Zoe - 13 Abby - 14 Prairie Dawn - 14 Rosita - 16 (just took everyone's cannon age and added 10 years)

Adeera had but one wish: to claim her rightful place as the heir to her father's fortune and title. When her claim was threatened, she was willing to do whatever it took to secure her future, even if it meant crossing paths with a crown prince whose haughty demeanor was surpassed only by his lust for power. In the opulent kingdom of Ivor, where power and privilege reign supreme, Adeera Aurelia Celeste defies convention. The sole daughter of the King, Adeera is determined to claim her rightful place as heir, shattering the glass ceiling of a patriarchal society. With her goals meticulously planned, she never expected to strike a deal with an arrogant prince, but fate had other plans in store. Prince Vernon Williams, the coveted bachelor of Querencia. With a chiseled physique and razor-sharp wit, Vernon is as ruthless as he is handsome. His heart beats solely for his mother and sister; the rest of the world can burn. As Adeera and Vernon navigate an adventurous path, will they find themselves torn between duty and desire? [Cover by @devarsh_yagnik)

Ah 90s games! Weren't the 90s the best time ever. We had Nickelodeon, Courage the Cowardly Dog, Phantom cigarettes, and Mango Frooti. We didn't need anything else as we went from the cricket park to the building basement. We were young, free and didn't have a care in the world. for full article Visit At:- https://gossipkigaliyan.blogspot.in/2018/02/12-old-school-games-thatll-make-desi.html

"Pure love is still here" "It awaits for you" " Eternity will meet your eyes " Classic... , Indian .... , Power of love is beyond all things. Just finding a way to decode what is a REAL LOVE in true SENSE. LOVE is not something that makes you Weak LOVE IS PURE , and if it isn't then it's not love dear .

The story of a teenager in the 80's trying to figure out life after her fathers disappearance.

Genre: Non-Fiction. Summary: Hope this article helps aspiring poets to learn the basic ins and outs of archaic pronouns (thou, thee, thine, thy, thyself) and add some of that antiquarian (Shakespearean, Romantic, Victorian or Gothic) flair to their poems. Status: *Complete!* ✓

Corcitura. Some call it hybrid, others half-blood, mongrel, beast. They are all names for the same thing: vampire—the created progeny of the half-wolf, half-vampire, barb-tongued Grecian Vrykolakas, and the suave but equally vicious Russian Upyr. Corcitura: this is what happens when a man is attacked by two vampires of differing species. He becomes an entirely new breed—ruthless, deadly, unstoppable…almost. London, 1888: Eric Bradburry and Stefan Ratliff, best friends since childhood, have finally succeeded in convincing their parents to send them on a Grand Tour of the Continent. It will be the adventure of a lifetime for the two eighteen-year-old Englishmen, but almost from the moment they set foot on French soil, Eric senses a change in Stefan, a change that is intensified when they cross paths with the enigmatic Vladec Salei and his traveling companions: Leonora Bianchetti, a woman who fascinates Eric for reasons he does not understand, and the bewitching Augustin and Sorina Boroi—siblings, opera impresarios, and wielders of an alarming power that nearly drives Eric mad. Unable to resist the pull of their new friends, Eric and Stefan walk into a trap that has been waiting to be sprung for more than five hundred years—and Stefan is the catalyst. Terrified by the transformation his friend is undergoing, Eric knows he must get Stefan away from Vladec Salei and Constantinos, the rabid, blood-crazed Vrykolakas, before Stefan is changed beyond recognition. But after witnessing a horrific scene in a shadowed courtyard in Eastern Europe, Eric’s worst fears are confirmed. Six years removed from the terror he experienced at the hands of Salei and Constantinos, Eric finally believes he has escaped his past. But once marked, forever marked, as he painfully begins to understand. He has kept company with vampires, and now they have returned to claim him for their own.

Real Names Fake story

Little does that baby grass were knowing that the uncertained watering today was the most precious uptill it's birth. Unless Rusha skipped a breathe! Rusha started to hurt little greens,"Why can't this hell social beings be less blind, Can't they see the love! I'm so jealous of you all to be gotta living with yours little green mates together forever." Little life be praying the almighty,"Hey multiverse bless her with his Hridaan again!" Meanwhile many nights before, "Hey sweety why are taking this much time to look beautiful, don't you know that the lord has already wasted his many era's in your creation......... Wait a little more Mr.Hridaan, be patient. "Don't you think devils like you must be waiting for lifes to get just Rusha's glance for once.........Hahaha" she ended. "You better hold your words miss, or else you'll witnessed this devils curse tonight only....!" He groaned beating the closed door. "One more minute Russhh, and you'll regret your entire dressing darling........" The doors left opened and Rusha appeared. "Ohhh you dear universe, don't you love this hunk Hridaan anymore, why are you conspiring my death through her beauty...." He quoted. He started staring her like a blind have witnessed the gaze of light after many lifeless tears. "Don't you dare fall for me Hridaan, or your life will be deserted full of cactus, honey." She replied. "Well in that case, this devil can turn your tears of joy into an entire forest of love!" He replied. How heartless you are devil, Can't you grow a garden full of smells and shades. "Ahhh' darling but my love for you is deep and dark which can only be witnessed in a dense forest alas!He laughed out of love. Was the tiny greens, gifts from wide browns to Rusha.........? ~Hemangi♡

"Look at me, Mihir, Am I not enough for you? Do you not love me anymore? Was everything a lie?", I trembled when I said these words while I held his hands. His eyes meet mine with concern. He said, "Why are you shivering? Get a hold of yourself." He held my hand firmly, looked deeply into my eyes, and continued, "Do you really love me? Tell me?" I was speechless, I did not know what to say at that moment. Yes, I was completely, passionately, insanely , desperately, especially hopelessly in love with him. Every inch of me knew that secret. But i could and would never say it out loud because i will never find the words to explain what i was feeling. The love and passion that i had in me could not be put in mere words. "Jo bhi mai kehna chahun,barbaad karein alfaaz mere." [Whatever I want to say is spoilt my words.] Ayla Asif, a nineteen year old, arts major student, gets these unusual yet real periodic dreams of her past lover. She strives to know why she went through such a phase every now and then. It had been an year since her and her ex boyfriend Mihir had called it quits. What could possibly go wrong between such a pure and promising couple?

August of 1979. The year a newspaper was found by a someone, heralding the countdown to a tragedy that stained with crimson the fresh layers of snow in the hills of Durham. A boy was forced to take physics classes in his first year of university, but his struggle to balance love and ambition drove him to theater and poetry. Within the society of aspiring poets and actors during the years of the Second World War, a legacy was signed with love's tragic sacrifices and murders. A society made by people who needed their freedom in a world that was already falling apart. _____________ Spotify Playlist: The Sonnet of the Fallen

this is an old script from 2015 from High School in 8th grade that i wrote for a performance for my English class. I really missed those memories, but my gosh this is cringe!!! XD Love you all.

The day her life crashed was the day the music didn't play, the day her loved were to never return from Vietnam. *Set in the 1950's* Only what if he's not dead and the music never really died it only stopped playing for the period of time? What if all she knew was a lie, government coverup? What did he find? What really happened?

Okay,Hi. Now this will be an album consisting some short stories. How many? I don't know and they all will have only one chapter sometimes two. Also these stories will have no connection with each other. BYE. (English is not my first language, so if you see grammatical mistakes,lemme know. I will try to fix it,cause momma says you must learn ENGLISH. °_°)

It all started with giving prasad . Set in 1980s India Ritu Malhotra is modern minded girl who believe in equality and freedom of a person meets a man with similar thoughts like her . Sandeep Chawla - The very much well known name of that time ,famous for Mens fashion wear and he's basically a IT-MAN with good net worth . There meeting was simple like two neighbors but the ending might me very much unpredictable -because they have to find for their love against their family ,the society . ------------------------------------------------------- 🎀 Book Themes Old school Young adult Soft romance Neighbors Slice of life Little drama by @authorsiainthecity