Momonga arrives in the world of Death Note instead of the New World. How will the Supreme One, handle the situation?
A young girl's summer prospects look bleak as her father moves her into a dilapidated manor in the English countryside, then takes off for India. But a strange and terrifying apparition takes her back in time to World War 1, when the manor was home to several lonely children, sent by their parents away from the city to protect them from the war. But one will stop at nothing- even murder- if she doesn't get her way.Ava finds herself increasingly compelled by the children around her, including the plight of one orphaned boy. Even though she needs to figure out a way to get back home to her father and brother in 1998, it seems the fate of a boy's soul is in her hands.Artwork by Daniel Williamshttps://www.deviantart.com/stitchpuller
Oneshots about Elena Barnes and what could of happened in The Shadow's Story and ideas I had that I didn't include.I don't own anything except for my characters and my own plot. I take requests and I won't write smut.
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These are mini poets or stories, whatever you want to call them, they are yours. They teach stories that everybody goes through at some point in their life. "Come to the rescue with love, and peace will follow." - River Phoenix
Daleela is fifteen, hormonal, and all around your average teenage Muslim girl. Well, you know, if being a Muslim girl in America is what you call average to start with. She has a quick temper, an overly soft heart, and to add to that she's constantly fighting to do the right thing. But what happens when choosing to do the right thing is suddenly a much harder decision to make? When she and her family move away from the homey state of Virginia to the bustling city of New York, her life takes an abrupt turn at the very corner of crazy-ville. How is she going to handle her first year in public school as the only visible Muslim in sight? Not to mention the fact that she's forced to be locker buddies with a completely bipolar psychopath that seems to hold the key to a murky past not even he knows the whole truth of. Daleela will face it all; a journey full of love, mistakes, discrimination, and maybe a few unplanned adventures. Although she's always been a true fighter, how will she handle everything that is happening without losing sight of what's truly important to her? Will she be able to juggle keeping up with her family and protecting her modesty while still maintaining a firm grip on her faith? What will happen when one girl has to fight for the respect of so many and prove herself to everyone looking down on her? Well, you'll have to take a dive into her world and find out for yourself...© 2012-2021 JAMEELAH LATHAM ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
a MHA fanficdabi send his mom letters about his life and the things he do.read to find out what he writes in the letters.edit 2023 - okay so i wanna say that me and a couple of friends were sharing our old works and i found this in my drafts so i decided to post it so they could read it , pls ignore this (i was like 12 wtf)
Elizabeth Montgomery was always that witty girl, the one that would stay quiet in class and never speak up, constantly a victim of bully and known for having only one friend, but what happens when she finds out that her soul mate is no other than Max Coltrane, the most popular guy in school.Will she be able to trust him after all he was one of the guys who bullied her?And just as their relationship starts to blossom he cheats on her, can she look past that or will everything change for them?
Selfie apocalypse (much worse than zombie apocalypse a myth duh)By james a. galganoAll these gimmicks, gadgetry are foolish apps found mean dirt.They keep us preoccupied with ourselves with foolish selfies impaled.Upon endless pike where we find ourselves sharing nonsense from dawnUntil dark of night, as if it gave us worth though unworthy, we beSeemingly lost and alone in eternal void of our soon eternityEvery vain photo we add every comment we reply incomplete.Will never measure our true worth with all the replies bittersweets.We will always be left with a thirst and voracious hunger though none avails.Our lives will be lost upon this endless sea of naught where only sorrow prevails.We have some foolish inclination those who see our images have some care.But there are only empty comments, which only understate our despair.This voids her in space and time offers no hope unless we find one replyWhich gives us cause to believe someone out there, cares but for what why?Still one can observe this flow of endless expended effort to find emptiness implied.So what then is the point of this narcissism chatter from dawn until nightIs there nothing we can spend our time upon beneath some gods given light.
A couple of friends, Simran Khot and Maya Pohani, set out on the Hampta pass trek to revive their sense of adventure.