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The Darkest December:Chapter 6 (JackFrostxReader)
"Found you!" Sophie giggles, sticking her face between the closet door and the wall.
You toss the journal behind your shoulder with a jolt, praying she didn't see it.
"You weren't supposed to go in Jamie's room, (your name). That's cheating."
Thank goodness.
"I know. I guess you win," you say, getting to your feet and leaving the closet - and the journal - behind you. You lift your foot to find out what residue was on it. Moldy cheeseburger. Terrific.
"Go downstairs and finish your homework, Sophie. I'll be down as soon as I get this gunk off my foot." She nods and bounds down the steps, humming some light, girly tu
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A Broken Heart-Twilight fanfic
Chapter 1
"Jacob called again," mom shouted from the kitchen. I do not know why she was in there they never used it except when granddad came over and she was trying to look 'human'.
"I'll call him later, mom." I replied with no intention of doing it. Why did he have to tell me about them? Pulling out the music sheet dad forced me to play every night from my school backpack I relocated from the living room window to the stool by the grand piano. I don't even know why I was bothering to try. I never inherited my 'musical talents' from my father's side of the family but it made him happy to see me play and that's all that mattered. Propping
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A Wonderer...
A Wonderer...
I've seen him, he's like fire and ice and rage.
He's like the night, the storm and the heart of the sun....
I know a man, a lonely man. A wonderer. He wonders, travels, throughout time and space. He goes wherever he chooses, wherever he feels.
Sometimes he winds up places that he never indented to go.
And sometimes, he never lands at all.
He wonders along time and space in a little blue box. The TARDIS he calls it.
If you look closely at the stars you can sometimes see it, floating by.
It's his home... Sometimes, it's all he has left.
A thing that looks like a police box standing in a junk yard
It can move anywhere in time
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I was watching New Moon... The Vote scene... When Edward said, “Why are you doing this to me?” It struck a nerve and gave me an idea of a different turn of events. What if Bella got pissed at this question, real pissed? Here is my answer.
Remember, I own nothing. Stephanie Meyer does.
Read Chapter two here!!! [link]
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Remember, I own nothing. Stephanie Meyer does.
Read Chapter two here!!! [link]
I love feedback! Good or bad please drop me a line and tell me what you think.
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"You are not sorry. You are getting what you want. I will stay human, frail and mortal so that you can torture yourself with my scent and carry out your plot to hide me from the Volturri. Go ahead, make yourself sick with worry until I die someday and I'm sure that you will wallow in misery over how you couldn't protect me from death you fucking hypocrite."
Is my favorite quote from your story.
Wow,I scrolled down and said to myself "I'm not going to read all ofthis. But I'm glad I did It was quite enjoyable you had me reading word after word.If your writing a second part "Fill me in."
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I want to mirror your image to its fullest perfection,
never be blind or too old
to uphold your weighty wavering reflection.
I want to unfold. -Rainer Maria Rilke
Is my favorite quote from your story.
Wow,I scrolled down and said to myself "I'm not going to read all ofthis. But I'm glad I did It was quite enjoyable you had me reading word after word.If your writing a second part "Fill me in."
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I want to mirror your image to its fullest perfection,
never be blind or too old
to uphold your weighty wavering reflection.
I want to unfold. -Rainer Maria Rilke