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ℑ𝔫 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔒 𝔴𝔦𝔱π”₯ π”žπ”« 𝔦𝔑𝔦𝔬𝔱 // daybreak fanfic // rewriting

ℑ𝔫 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔒 𝔴𝔦𝔱π”₯ π”žπ”« 𝔦𝔑𝔦𝔬𝔱 // daybreak fanfic // rewriting

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As I stood there, in that lonely abandoned street, I could hear screams coming out of the building. I took a step back, I will not put my life at risk again. I promised myself I would keep to myself, especially after that knife made the long scar that was located next to my eye. I was lucky to live, even luckier that I didn't lose my eye. I take a deep breath, as I'm turning away I hear it again. That high-pitched scream full of fear. Fuck it.…

Promise? Promise. // TMR ff

Promise? Promise. // TMR ff

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The smell of burning oil mixed with rust and another unknown scent.The loud sounds of the cage going up, a loud alarm, and the metal parts hitting the stone wall at times.A mix of curiosity and anxiety creeps in, confusion dominating and flushing it all away.One thought sprang into my head: Where the hell am I?…

He is the poem I wanted to write// rewriting

He is the poem I wanted to write// rewriting

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I got bored so I've decided to write a short story about Cole and my character. It's inspired by Anne with and e, all though if you haven't seen it you will still get the story and stuff. Only the characters are from it, and some parts of the story, not in order tho.…

Unspoken thoughts, heated arguments// Diana Barry Fanfic

Unspoken thoughts, heated arguments// Diana Barry Fanfic

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"I assumed you still detest me.""I had a change of heart.""How so?""You might have made some valid points.""You're seeking help, aren't you?""Yes.""Spot on, gorgeous."…

π™΅πšŠπš›πš–πš‹πš˜πš’ οΈ±π™ΉπšŽπš›πš›πš’ π™±πšŠπš’πš—πšŠπš›πš

π™΅πšŠπš›πš–πš‹πš˜πš’ οΈ±π™ΉπšŽπš›πš›πš’ π™±πšŠπš’πš—πšŠπš›πš

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I felt a slight sway as the train moved along the tracks, under my head I could feel my best friend's feet on which I had fallen asleep some time ago. I could feel his fingers in my hair as he stroked me before I fell asleep, but now they weren't moving and just crawled next to my head, he fell asleep too. I inhale gently the smell of the cologne that his father bought him mixed with the scent of leather sofas. I stretch and sit up slowly while rubbing my eyes. Mother is also asleep, as is Mr. Blythe, I look out the window at the flickering trees and then back at him, lightly poking him in the face, "Gil get up, we are almost there."…