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  • «𝐿𝑖𝑠𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘ π‘œπ‘›π‘”Β» || 𝑅𝐴𝐸𝐷𝐴 𝐸𝑁𝐺 by Al3xx-
    Al3xx-
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    π‘‡β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘˜ 𝑖𝑠 π‘Ž π‘π‘œπ‘™π‘™π‘’π‘π‘‘π‘–π‘œπ‘› π‘œπ‘“ π‘ β„Žπ‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘‘ π‘ π‘‘π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘–π‘’π‘  π‘Žπ‘π‘œπ‘’π‘‘ π‘…π‘Žπ‘’π‘‘π‘Ž,π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘žπ‘’π‘’π‘ π‘‘π‘  π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘œπ‘π‘’π‘›! π‘†π‘œπ‘šπ‘’ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘šπ‘–π‘ π‘’π‘  π‘π‘’π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘”: βžͺπΈπ‘›π‘”π‘™π‘–π‘ β„Ž 𝑖𝑠 π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ π‘šπ‘¦ π‘šπ‘œπ‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘‘π‘œπ‘›π‘”π‘’π‘’ π‘ π‘œ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘£π‘’ π‘šπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘π‘¦,π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘ π‘œπ‘› π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘˜ 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙 π‘Žπ‘™π‘ π‘œ π‘π‘’π‘π‘™π‘–π‘ β„Žπ‘’π‘‘ 𝑖𝑛 π‘–π‘‘π‘Žπ‘™π‘–π‘Žπ‘›,π‘šπ‘Žπ‘¦π‘π‘’. βžͺπ‘†π‘œπ‘šπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘”π‘  𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙 π‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘›π‘”π‘’ π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘š π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘ π‘‘π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘¦π‘™π‘–π‘›π‘’ π‘œπ‘“ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘–π‘”π‘–π‘›π‘Žπ‘™ π‘ π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘’. βžͺ𝐼 π‘Žπ‘π‘π‘’π‘π‘‘ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘žπ‘’π‘’π‘ π‘‘π‘ ,π‘Žπ‘  π‘™π‘œπ‘›π‘” π‘Žπ‘  π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘¦ π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’: βœ°π‘†π‘œπ‘“π‘‘ βœ°π΄π‘›π‘”π‘ π‘‘ βœ°π‘†π‘™π‘–π‘”β„Žπ‘‘ π‘‰π‘–π‘œπ‘™π‘’π‘›π‘π‘’ π‘…π‘’π‘šπ‘’π‘šπ‘π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ 𝑖𝑑'𝑠 π‘Ž π‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘›,π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘ π‘œπ‘› 𝐼'π‘š π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ π‘”π‘œπ‘–π‘›π‘” π‘‘π‘œ 𝑠𝑒π‘₯π‘’π‘Žπ‘™π‘–π‘§π‘’ 𝑖𝑑. π‘‡β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 π‘ π‘Žπ‘–π‘‘,𝑖𝑓 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’'π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘–π‘›π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘”π‘’π‘’π‘‘,π‘”π‘œ π‘Žβ„Žπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘ π‘šπ‘¦ π‘‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘ !
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  • Yes captain (America)  by soldiergirl90
    soldiergirl90
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    Scarlett is an A+ student what happens when fate tests her and temps someone else? I do not own pictures or the avengers or Steve Rogers or the model in the picture
  • The rain theory  by EchoedSouls
    EchoedSouls
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    Five strangers. One storm. Pulled together by the rain, they all seek shelter in the same small cafΓ© - strangers with broken lives, hiding from the world. Because some people are thunder. Some are lightning. And some are the kind of rain that changes everything.
  • SEASONS by WolverineRead
    WolverineRead
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      Parts 1
    Sometimes, some moments become the cause of memory.
  • the willow tree by auttpad
    auttpad
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      Parts 1
    thank you for taking time to read this
  • The Story of Lake Kismet by GeneveAndersson
    GeneveAndersson
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    It was then that the forest began to call her name. "Come home" it whispered to her.
  • Wings of Fire: Talons of the Ensued by StarCrossedLover11
    StarCrossedLover11
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    Glimmer knows what she needs to do. If only she could do what she's told. But no! These seal brains she's forced to work with just live to make her life difficult. The only person who truly cared about her was Oryx... or so she thought. Glimmer is hit with an unexpected decision does she go with her fiends to destroy the dragon who practically raised her? Or does she help the dragon but destroy her newfound friendships in the process? Find out in Wings of Fire: Talons of the Ensued πŸ’•*** Hello friends! If you have read my previous work White is a Color, you will notice the main character is the same, but the story is completely different. this is because me and some friends have gotten together with our OC's and decided to each write a story from our Oc's point of views. To fit Glimmer in chronologically I had to change her story completely. ***πŸ’• ⚠️THE WINGS OF FIRE BOOK SERIES BELONGS TO TUI. T SUTHERLAND. THIS IS A FAN MADE STORY BASED OFF OF HER WRITING ALL RIGHTS TO THE SERIES GOES TO HER⚠️ πŸ’™I WROTE WHITE IS A COLOR A FEW YEARS AGO AND LOST ACCESS TO THE ACCOUNT IT WAS ON THEREFORE MAKING IT ALMOST IMPOSSABLE TO CONTINUE THAT STORY. I AM SO SORRY FOR THE INCONVINIANCE. YOU ARE STILL ABLE TO READ WHITE IS A COLOR ON WATTPAD HOWEVER IT WILL NOT BE UPDATED (and my writing skills kind of sucked back then sorryπŸ₯²) πŸ’™
  • Butterfly Child by StarlingsSpotted
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    The scientist is worried about the child, fearing what would happen if they dared let the child fade. The scientist remembers fond and painful memories, slowly learning how to process their grief.
  • The Imaginary Sleepover 17:The superstorm by Patrickbronder20050
    Patrickbronder20050
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    Another Severe Weather Threat arrives, winds reach 60mph, and hurricane 65kt/75mph force gusts are reported. The sleepover people will be cleaning up for a while.
  • Tales From Sinaloa by LukeandhisGible
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    1st place in the Emerald Gem Awards! Welcome to the Sinaloa Lake neighborhood. We hope you enjoy your stay. The neighborhood really isn't so bad once you get used to it, all you have to do is follow the rules. Don't go searching for strange noises, keep cats around, don't wander into the fog, don't talk to strangers--just listen to the advice of those around you and you'll be fine. But let me give you fair warning: break the rules, and you might find yourself suffering in a Hell-on-earth at the hands of the more unusual residents here. Take it from someone who's been there. Don't go looking for those strange noises you hear, or the strange things you see. It's not worth it. 2nd place in the Mystical May Awards 2nd place in the Undiscovered Awards For clarity's sake, this story is NOT set in the region of Mexico. It is set in my neighborhood in the United States, which is named after the location in Mexico. I didn't realize that might cause confusion until now, sorry!
  • Dark Rain by SilverSophia
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    Acaia is a teenage girl with brown hair dyed black. She believes that she has the hardest life, and can't move beyond her grief. Only does it become worse...
  • Yeah, They Fall. But Can I Feel Them? by Vampires4EverYoung
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    The rain falls, but will I feel it. Or will it just be a foolish want. Will memories of happiness be all I have left now?
  • If I Could  by raithni
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    "If I Could" beautifully expresses selflessness and compassion. It speaks of a deep desire to alleviate someone else's pain, even at great personal cost. The imagery of storing pain in one's soul, bearing burdens, and sacrificing for another's smile paints a vivid picture of love and empathy. The poem conveys a powerful message: sometimes, our greatest gift is the ability to share another's suffering and bring light to their darkness.
  • 365 Days Without You by starksemilia
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    Work in progress. Doesn't have a definite summary. --- "Day 5. By now everyone has noticed the light has been stolen from my eyes and wonder in murmurs, whispers behind my back. I am too numb to care about the stories they invent which are so far from the reality of losing you that has affected me even more that I believed it could. I keep thinking I am healed but when night descends upon me I am reminded of the empty hole in my heart that continues to bleed. I needed you to stop it and instead you opened a wound that I fear will never be healed. I still can’t believe you were strong enough to break me and I hate you but I hate myself more for trusting you and your beautiful lies." Your horrible lies, I think as I put down the pen. I don't know why I'm even doing this. I guess I just want it down to remember never to return to you? As if you'll want me back. You made it clear the day you said you were leaving me that you wanted to, as you put it, get on with your life. I sometimes wonder whether I should have gone after you and insisted and kissed you in the downpour. But I think I'm glad I didn't. I would have made a fool of myself. --- Every collection of "Days" constitutes a chapter. Chapter sizes can vary greatly. There is no definite day for uploads but I will try to post a chapter at least once a week. Some days I might post more than once. Thank you so much for reading! Please, please please leave comments, suggestions, anything! Your opinions can help me with the rest of the story. I've written it in a very flexible format so I can take suggestions of any kind! :)
  • BURNED RAINDROPS by vijirnair
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    Some peoples imprinted deep words inside us. May we have forgot them.by their words dragging us throughout the life. Everyone has dreams. Everyone has a person who taught us to dreamt.
  • πŸ’ŽShine Like Rainbow's πŸ’Ž by Malia_Crystal
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    what if instead of Twilight Sparkle going to the world of their counterparts what if she went to the real world and met six best friends that are just like her friends back in Equestria ?
  • Pages, Prompts, and Paragraphs  by Dreams_Of_Story
    Dreams_Of_Story
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    "Whenever you're bored, write something! Then, you are always improving." Whenever I have free time, I pick up my phone and start to type. Often during rainstorms, after a dream I just had, or places with many memories. As a result, many little paragraphs and pages have been written. So, I won't let them go to waste. You never know when a prompt can grow into a book in the bestsellers...
  • Check-up by charlies_man-factory
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    He's too young. The doctor's too careful. But neither of them knows how to walk away. Note: Includes mild medical imagery to enhance tone-no explicit content.
  • Two Queens, One Throne: Usurper by harmon88
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    The Emperor is dead. His chosen heir; the youngest of his children. Her throne; taken before she ascends to it. Princess Tella never suspected that her dying father would pass the Crown to her. She had three older brothers. Yet she vows to do her best. Except, the night before her coronation, an enemy siezes her throne and she must flee for her life. At the edges of the Empire, Arjie is an orphan who works in a tavern. He lives with abuse. When a patrons horse is lost, he is sent to find it. An orphan and a Princess are about to be intertwined in ways they never imagined. Highest Ratings: #1 in coup 1/29/21 #3 in rainstorm 1/30/21 #9 in tavern 1/30/21
  • Rain's Storm by Wolfblade1998
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    A ghost town. That's all the city of Paradi is now. After the great war, no-one wanted to live in this half of the world anymore. They all moved to the upper half, where the sun still shone bright and the water was clear and blue. But here below... Everything was dim, blocked out by the abandoned shells of humungously tall buildings. No real people were left in it's lonely streets. There were many robots, but little cyborgs and fewer humans. Those who lived in Paradi, or the lower half, were either too poor to get too the other half, or just plain stupid. Anybody valuing their lives should go to the other half. But there were some who just stayed in the lower because there was nowhere else to go. The empty streets of Paradi suited them fine, and most of them just barely managed to survive, scraping through life each day. Here, the story starts with one such person.