An America/England Story
As the sun began its decent, Alfred F. Jones looked out from his hiding spot behind five large stacks of wheat. He glanced out at the Boston Harbor with a look of excitement in his azure eyes. At the docks, the small fleet of three merchant ships was quiet and unsuspecting, each carrying a large supply of the people’s favored drink: tea. Alfred hated the stuff, much preferring a glass of cold water. When the Sons of Liberty, or “Freedom Fighters” as he preferred to call them, asked for support from his father and family, Alfred was happy to comply. The tea taxes on his fellow countrymen had
Cinderella...Sort Of (Prince!RomanoxReader) by AngelWings12321, literature
Literature
Cinderella...Sort Of (Prince!RomanoxReader)
-Note: You and Cinderella have the same backstory. Your attitudes are a bit different, though, and from the beginning of the story, your paths will be different too.
You woke up to the bright lights of the attic that you had adapted to be your room. You stretched, then got out of bed to go start your daily routine: clean the house, do the laundry, scrub the walls and floors, make the food, then do any other thing that needed to be done. It really wasn’t all that difficult, but it did get a bit monotonous. After finishing the cleaning and the laundry, you decided to make the food. Once you were done, you put the breakfast on the tr
Last year, in a town in Nevada, there was a small school called Florence Capital High. Not many people know about the school, but what happened there deserves to be told.
There was a young resident of that school named Isabell Koch. She was easily the most beautiful girl in the town. Everyone knew of her astounding beauty, as well as her kindness and innocence. She never wore makeup, or tried to put up her long raven black hair, yet her skin was flawless and her hair fell into perfect curls every morning. Her eyes were like the bright sapphires, the ones you could get lost in forever if you weren’t careful. And her lips were so
An America/England Story
As the sun began its decent, Alfred F. Jones looked out from his hiding spot behind five large stacks of wheat. He glanced out at the Boston Harbor with a look of excitement in his azure eyes. At the docks, the small fleet of three merchant ships was quiet and unsuspecting, each carrying a large supply of the people’s favored drink: tea. Alfred hated the stuff, much preferring a glass of cold water. When the Sons of Liberty, or “Freedom Fighters” as he preferred to call them, asked for support from his father and family, Alfred was happy to comply. The tea taxes on his fellow countrymen had
Cinderella...Sort Of (Prince!RomanoxReader) by AngelWings12321, literature
Literature
Cinderella...Sort Of (Prince!RomanoxReader)
-Note: You and Cinderella have the same backstory. Your attitudes are a bit different, though, and from the beginning of the story, your paths will be different too.
You woke up to the bright lights of the attic that you had adapted to be your room. You stretched, then got out of bed to go start your daily routine: clean the house, do the laundry, scrub the walls and floors, make the food, then do any other thing that needed to be done. It really wasn’t all that difficult, but it did get a bit monotonous. After finishing the cleaning and the laundry, you decided to make the food. Once you were done, you put the breakfast on the tr
Last year, in a town in Nevada, there was a small school called Florence Capital High. Not many people know about the school, but what happened there deserves to be told.
There was a young resident of that school named Isabell Koch. She was easily the most beautiful girl in the town. Everyone knew of her astounding beauty, as well as her kindness and innocence. She never wore makeup, or tried to put up her long raven black hair, yet her skin was flawless and her hair fell into perfect curls every morning. Her eyes were like the bright sapphires, the ones you could get lost in forever if you weren’t careful. And her lips were so
Numb (Sollux x Hacker! Reader) 4/4 by apprehensiveWriter, literature
Literature
Numb (Sollux x Hacker! Reader) 4/4
Numb (Sollux x Hacker! Reader) 4/4
It was quite funny, how you could go from being on the verge of happiness... To complete and utter loneliness in less than a minute. Feelings. So sudden, taking such a toll on people, wreaking havoc in so many lives, and yet they’re always there. Taunting. Mocking.
Even though you told yourself that you were numb, how could that be true? If you were really feeling nothing, there wouldn’t have been tears in your eyes. You wouldn’t have felt as though you couldn’t breathe. You wouldn’t have felt like you were losing something that you needed desperately. Then again, what did it
Prince!RomanoXReader It's a Man's Game Part 12 by Chai-turtle, literature
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Prince!RomanoXReader It's a Man's Game Part 12
Prince!RomanoxReader
It’s a Man’s Game
Part 12
"Today's challenge is a mock trial. The victim? Kiku. The suspect is Arthur. The defending, Antonio and Alfred. The accusing, Ludwig and (y/n). Both will get the chance to look over the evidence we have collected. After 2 hours there will be a trial held. After the trial Arthur will be judged by the jury. Good luck."
"Looks like we're a team (y/n)." Ludwig held out his hand which (y/n) reluctantly took.
"I guess we are." she said, a small smile on her face.
They were sat at a large table with scattered evidence and papers.
"What do you want to look at first?" Ludwig asked.
"Why n
Any law enacted with more than fifty words contains at least one loophole
Evil is live spelled backwards
God must love stupid people, he made so many of them
When all else fails, read the instuctions
"Push" is the force exerted upon the door marked "Pull"
What some people lack in intelligence, they make up in stupidity
There is a difference between an open mind and a hole in the head
The light at the end of the tunnel could turn out to be the headlight of an oncoming train
A watched pot never boils, unless you light the gas under it
If your parents don't have kids, odds are you won't either
Curiosity kills more mice than cats
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