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Scars. by Wun23, literature

Literature

Scars.

"Hey, Alec?" Clara stood at the doorway to his closet. It was a really small room, but he liked it that way. Kathrin wouldn't have made anyone sleep in here. She told Clara that when Alec first came to her, this room was full of books. There were still several book shelves on the walls. "Yes, Clara?" came his soft voice from the gloom. He sat on his cot-like bed that took up most of his closet. "I, uh..." she leaned against the door frame. She suddenly lost all her nerve. She cleared her throat, "I wanted to ask you about... about your scars.... the ones on your back." "What about them?" Just like that? You are so open. So trusting with

Katara's footrub by DragneelFire, literature

Literature

Katara's footrub

Riding through the skies on the back of Appa, the enormous six-legged sky bison, Aang and his two Water Tribe friends, Katara and Sokka, looked for a good place to make camp. It was still early in the morning, but Sokka was practically dying from lack of meat and Aang was sure that if they didn't stop soon, then he might actually kill over. He hadn't had any meat since they left the Northern Water Tribe...even thought that had only been three hours ago, ever the carnivore, Sokka was in dire need of meat products. "There!" Sokka shouted suddenly from behind Aang, the young air bender turned his head in the direction that Sokka was pointing

Ticklish Beginnings: Part 1 by DragneelFire, literature

Literature

Ticklish Beginnings: Part 1

The rain pelted down with the force of falling stones and the wind blew so swiftly that branches from several trees had broken off and littered the street and sidewalk with debris, but Amy didn’t notice any of it. Her whole body was numb with anger and shock. Blood dripped from her right hand, but she couldn’t even feel the throbbing anymore. The air was cold and her bare feet were frozen, but she didn’t care. She had to keep going… She could never go back to that house… Suddenly a pair of bright headlights lit up the street behind her and shined right in her eyes. Amy shielded her eyes and prepared herself fo

my story by dragnadaze, literature

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my story

Hello. i came to be born October17, 1998. I know not where, or what time, or any of the other things most children know and cherish, for I was not come into the world willingly. My father! A dark and cruel man was he! He sentenced me to death before I was even born. But my mother, a gentle, downtrodden soul, spared me. And so I was born, and came to be, against everyone's plans and wishes. And so it has been all of my life! My father sent my mother away when he found out of her disobedience. So she wandered the land with me. Clinging to me in hope of a hope. Little by little, she wasted away, gave in to the substances controlling her, and fi