Ame Stories

America is generally seen as a lazy country with a large appetite, very little intelligence, and a very large ego. Ame is perfectly happy with those titles, he spent years building that mask. But one day, ame's mask crumbles in an argument with the United Kingdom. Now he can't hide the truth of his biggest lie anymore, why doesn't he trust his own friends with the truth? Why won't he show any real emotions? And why is he crying black tears..?

Des poèmes, des chansons Des petites parties de moi. Un recueil d'appels d'une âme en détresse.

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Nanashi Mumei thought her biggest challenge would be surviving her first year of college after moving from New York. She never expected to crash-literally-into the campus' most famously perfect and intimidating second-year: Ouro Kronii. Their first meeting? A disaster. Their second? Somehow worse. And yet... Kronii keeps noticing something strange around the chaotic freshman-a shimmer of ancient power Mumei herself doesn't notice. Mumei thinks she's just a normal girl trying to adjust to college life. But hidden deep inside her is a forgotten truth: As the two cross paths again and again, their awkward encounters slowly turn into curiosity, friendship, and something warmer neither fully understands. But when Mumei's dormant powers begin to stir, college life becomes anything but ordinary.

(Cover at is mine) After Soviet died Russia, his first born son, has been left with a mark that will stay with him forever. His eyes. America on the other hand is an out going, and popular within the school. America wakes up one night with his eye in serious pain and once he sees what has happened to it... What's going to happen if Russia finds it? What if people find out?

Hey, i thought i just make a shitpost book about countryhumans, some texts in english others in german. Some of them i creat by myself, some of them i read and found them funny. Hope you have fun while you read, bye <3 drawings not mine Hey, ich dacht mir ich mach einfach ein shitpost buch über Countryhumans, mache texte auf englisch, andere wiederum auf Deutsch. Ein paar selber ausgedacht, ein paar nicht. Viel spaß beim lesen <3 Bilder nicht von mir!

My parents died when I was still a kid. I thought everything about my life had ended when that happened, but then he came. He flashed his smile in me like sunlight that eased the darkness in my heart away. He left me. He came back. We became a couple. I thought everything was fine, but...

A lot of stuff can happen in one's life. Like maybe a prophecy about the world ending being fulfilled. The question is though, is the "world ending" part just part of the myth or real? How can a five-year-old cause so much trouble? Will she even do that in the first place? Who can she trust in this strange new reality? Should she listen to what others say about people, or find out for her own? Why is she even here in the first place? How did she get here?

vc esta triste? com baita auto estima ? Leia aquiii ❤️❤️❤️

Poems of my broken soul

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And she started dancing with me. Dancing! She looked like a complete idiot, swaying her hips and smiling like a lunatic. Like there was a tune playing that only she could hear. And I guess she wanted me to hear it too.

"Funny isn't it, Sasuki? With our backgrounds, our roles could've been easily reversed." They were born into an accursed world full of corpses. As they continued to walk and walked through the piles, they shaped into different people. They were different; yet so similar. They diverted their own paths and led their own journeys. But, while they diverted paths. They are inevitably going to... Cross once more. Shit summary.

**Titre du Livre :** Carnet d'un observateur attristé **Description :** Dans "Carnet d'un observateur attristé", plongez dans l'univers introspectif d'un écrivain passionné qui porte un regard empreint de douleur sur le monde qui l'entoure. À travers une collection de textes poignants, cet observateur attentif dévoile ses pensées les plus profondes, ses réflexions les plus intimes et ses émotions les plus sincères. Chaque page de ce carnet recèle des fragments d'observations acérées, des éclats de tristesse sublimés par la plume habile de l'auteur. Des instants de beauté fugace se mêlent à des réflexions mélancoliques, créant un tableau riche en nuances et en émotions. Ce recueil invite le lecteur à contempler le monde à travers les yeux d'un esprit tourmenté mais à la sensibilité aiguisée, à voyager au cœur des pensées d'un observateur qui capture avec finesse la fragilité et la complexité de la condition humaine.

There was a whole lot of things out in the world. None quite as crazy as some others. Such as Atlantis, A Priestess, and many... many other anomalies out in the world... At times, the things you can't really understand are better left alone... but, that really isn't an option when a loan shark wants to sell your liver, is it? (This is completed but I still might re-open the story if I ever feel like fighting Council or anything after)

I don't own WOLF CHILDREN Crystal's step parents usually abuse her because she's different but one day she had enough and ran away form home and ran to the mountains she stayed there but what will happen if she meets a particular family? will they change her life or will they hurt her?

"It's funny, looking back on it now. In my mind there were really only two options. Am I human? Or am I a wolf? I never stopped to consider that maybe it was okay to be both." Yuki grew up as a human and finished high school. Now, at 20 years old, she has moved to Shibuya to start college, only to stumble upon a world she never knew existed. After meeting several others she finds herself re-questioning what she is, and where she's meant to be. Kyuta/RenxKaede, ShinoxJiromaru, slight SoheixYuki, YukixIchirohiko

Parfois plusieurs jours durant, les mots m'appellent et me réveillent. Parfois, pendant plusieurs jours durant, ils me laissent tranquille. Ils titillent mon bulbe rachidien où je ne sais quelle autre particule de mon cerveau. Je navigue en eau trouble et j'essaie de vous en faire une description. Je décortique les émotions, je m'appuie sur elles pour pondre des phrases qui s'ensuivent. Elles sont faites de blanc parfois de noir ou parfois d'arc en ciel. Welcome in my religion.