This fic takes place after season 6, just note it wont be the best ^^Cover: All credit to the artist // if you know the artist please tell me so I can credit them with they're name
Sun went down as the smiles went to snores, The sky turned hues as the gears changed, It was a tale of five knuckleheads, who bantered more on whose riding the shotgun than deciding whose gonna drive. It wasn't just a road trip; it was their chance,8 To live again and completely. They penned their moments, their memories into words; the road they measured not with numbers but the intensity of their glee. It was a book which was bound to be found. someone found it and now she was bound to it. they also loved drinking soda cans at 3AM.
The story is about a teen living alone in his father's cottage during holiday. Then something terrible happens.
Allyn Ballista is a nineteen-year-old ex-motocross champion, having been out of the sport for over five years, due to a severe crash ending her season, vowed never to set foot on a bike again. Until one day she comes face to face with Clyde Bentley, a former competitor of hers, challenging her to a new season. After reluctantly accepting the challenge, Allyn now has to fight through the past and get herself back to the top.
Events that happened with your loved ones,the feeling squeezed heart,throbbing pain in your chest,when your heart skipped a beat and when your cheeks get red
(This story belongs to Frances Hodgson Burnett. I don't own anything.)Marco's father, Stefan, is a patriot working to overthrow the cruel dictatorship in the kingdom of Samavia. Marco and his father come to London where Marco befriends a street urchin known as The Rat.
Seemingly sensing their presence, the boy's head rises up and wide brown eyes glance at Vladimir for a few moments before recognition filters across them and he drops his gaze down towards the aged desk where his wrists are bound tightly together. Smirking at the boy's obvious terror Vladimir strolls across the room letting his blazer fall across the back of a chair. Before rolling up his shirt's sleeves letting the captive view the stark markings inked upon pale skin. Markings that were earned through blood. Markings of a killer.
All definitions are 100% written by Wikipedia, not my own words.
"only when the grass is green, and the butterflies are playful...when the sky is cornflower blue, and the clouds are billowing...when the river dies, we shall meet again."started : 4 / 30 / 20finished : 5 / 6 / 20edited : 12 / 19 / 21enjoy! ✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧
i got bored and needed a break from serious writing so have this