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Cursed

Timo was quite the average fifteen year old boy.

He only had one problem: He was cursed.

At the age of eight, he had been playing at the beach and accidentally thrown sand at an old gypsy, who happened to happened to have had a bad day.

Angry with the little boy, she had thrown a strange powder at him, which had made him sneeze. For the rest of the day he had felt a little weak, but after that everything had been alright again.

That was until his thirteenth birthday.

The night after it, Timo had had a strange dream, telling him about his curse: Whenever he got aroused, he would transform into the dream girl of whomever touched hi

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"So, (f/c) do you still 'ave zee Marauder's map?" Francis asked you. You nodded, "Yeah, why?" You asked. "I've seen zat Black Sheep of Europe from Slyzerin sneaking around zee corridors-" Francis started to say but Tino stopped him mid sentence, "While you were doin

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Tsundere!Reader X America - My Hero...

It was just a regular day at the world meeting, France and England fighting with each other, Germany trying to get everything in order, America ranting about how he's the hero and how everyone should listen to him. You found it a bit cute. Yes, you did have a crush on the loud, annoying American. You were so busy staring at America thinking about things, in your own world, you didn't notice Canada, your best friend along with America, tapping you on the shoulder. You were finally snapped back into reality by the Canadian waving his gloved hand in front of your face.

"(f/n)?" He said in his quiet voice

Died for youDied for you.

He caressed her face, looking into her eyes in complete shock.

There was no way... Sure he could see fairy's and unicorns, but never before had he been able to touch- or even see- an angel.

And that's what she was to him, an angel.

"[y/n], you're beautiful..." He whispered with a small smile.

She blushed and smiled. "Thank you Arthur. You're rather handsome yourself."

He breathed a small laugh, and leaned forward to give her a short and sweet kiss.

She smiled shyly at the kiss.

He smiled and dropped his hand back to his side, his fingers gently stroking her smooth skin as he did so.

"Good night, [y/n]. I hope to see you

Child NorwayXReader

Child NorwayXReader
(Before you start reading....
Takk: Thanks/Thank you
Hva: What
Havfor: why
Ja: Yes
Nei: No
Mor: Mother/mom
Natta: Night
Jeg elsker deg: I love you
så søt: so cute )

You were a young girl who lived in one of the small villages in the Norsk country, you had to work around outside in the cold most of your day's. One day while you were working you stumbled over something in your field "whoa!" you fall on your knee's " the hell was-" you look over and see a small boy "hmm?!" you scamper to turn around and look closely at the boy. "Little boy?" you softly touch his shoulder, he grumbles a bit and curls up more. Yo

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Behind the closed door, at his favorite eavesdropping spot, Caleb shuddered. It was always bad when his mother referred to him as his father's son, even worse when she felt she needed to inform his father about it.
"Well, what are you going to do about that, John?" she went on, and Caleb could picture her frowning just by the sound of her voice.
"I'm going to disinherit him," his father said evenly. "You hear that, Caleb? Open that door and listen to this properly: if you run off to be a dragon slayer, I'm going disinherit you."
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Septen moved back, crouched behind the large wooden support in the castle's entryway, reaching for an arrow of his own.

It seemed that others interested in retrieving the artifact said to be kept in this place had already done him the favor of incapacitating one another, if a little too thoroughly.

"Atlas, anytime you're ready!" Septen called out.
He had hired a guide to lead him here and fight alongside him; for this particular situation, the crow had gone in search of a vantage point to snipe out the team

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No parents... No food... No house.
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Papa was never home, and he had not been home for the past seventeen years of my life. I know I shouldn’t think of him as a bad man, a good for nothing man, or anything negative about him because of how mom brought me up, but I can’t help but feel resentful about his treatment towards us. Towards me, actually, because he gets along with mom greatly.

I hardly thought of Papa now that I was a teenager, it was trouble in my younger years, but I now understood. It wasn’t because I was older that I understood, it was because mom had explained to me why Papa was never around. He couldn’t be around not because he wanted to b

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As he sat down, he felt a small box in his back pocket press against his butt. Yelping from pain, he jumped up. He reached into the pocket and took the box out. The box was a gift from her, but he haven't yet seen what was inside. Lifting the lid, he found a small snakeskin bracelet, dyed a deep blue. This bracelet looked really old and tribal. It had threads of yarn dangling from it, each end with a colored bead.
'Probably used for snake worshiping', he thought. His girlfriend did share a lot about Cambodian history during the time she was away.
He unclasped the bracelet, and put it on. It fitted on quite nicely, and Noah was pleased with it.
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"So bored." Tommy said flipping past nickelodeon to another network.

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It took a good ten minutes of scrubbing or so, but soon Mike had his hair significantly less greasy, as well as the rest of him smelling less like the inside of an old cigar. "Wel

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by ~Dragon-Demygod, Sep 28, 2012, 9:13:45 PM
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Falling, Kind-of…

Back in my room, I bandaged my torn and madly bleeding hands the best I could, and in doing so, pondered. I found emotion starting to stir in mind, inflicting my body with the worst of any pain. Such emotions came about five times a year, unless under extreme circumstances, and it seems I drew the short straw this month. A deep sorrow dawned on me, along with a longing, the loneliness one feels after a death's realization. In the few moments of logic, I searched for the medicine I made for such occasions, but found the needles empty, and no solution with which to be filled. I hunkered down in a corner, and briefly worried for Rowan, for this would not be a fun night. Grabbing a gage specially made for such occasion to not let out noise, I tide my mouth shut, and let go of what sanity I possessed. I screamed bloody murder, as the full force of emotion slammed into me, so intense that I could change into nothing, for nothing could be worse then what I was.

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A bit of a darker one, but we all need to have dark stories sometimes.

~Sutsuki-Sensei Sep 29, 2012

Wow...I'll agree that this is dark but...amazing too. So much emotion in a short passage. This is BRILLIANT Crystal.

~Dragon-Demygod Sep 29, 2012

Thank you.

~Sutsuki-Sensei Sep 30, 2012

You're very welcome. ^_^

~Skylark-13 Sep 28, 2012 Student Writer

;A; Amg- </333

~~And no. Rowan would most likely pass out. And not have very fun dreams. >.>~~

~Dragon-Demygod Sep 28, 2012

^-^ Indeed.

~~Sorry Rowan...~~

~Skylark-13 Sep 28, 2012 Student Writer

;u;

~~Ehhh, she'll be fine. x'D~~

~WatchingTimePass Sep 28, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Dark, but with a lot of emotion! it's a very good read!

~Dragon-Demygod Sep 28, 2012

Thank you, I'm glade you like it.

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