Welcome to my Red Dwarf book of Drabble. Here you will find 100 words exactly or short snippets of things that I thought of. I take requests too. No smut, I can go as far as suggestiveness but no smut.
Hứa tổng vai rộng chân dài, mặt soái nhiều kim, thỏa thỏa một cái kim quang lấp lánh cực phẩm nam thần. Nếu không phải mỗi ngày bãi một trương mặt lạnh nói. Hắn cái này lãnh, cùng người khác lãnh khốc lãnh ngạo còn không giống nhau, nơi chốn lộ ra "Ngươi tổ tiên thiếu ta năm ngàn tám trăm vạn" cái loại này đòi nợ dường như âm trầm. Hắn quy củ đại, tính cách kém, mẫn cảm lại ái làm sự tình.Ở quần chúng đều cho rằng hứa tổng chú định cô độc cả đời thời điểm, hắn cư nhiên ở trước công chúng, triều mỗ nữ tinh vươn tay, lạnh băng mà nói một chữ -- "Ôm." Mỗ nữ tinh tỏ vẻ: Thật sự siêu tưởng quay đầu liền đi!* ghen cuồng ma siêu biệt nữu · hứa tổng X luyến ái giới đất đá trôi · trình đại minh tinh nhẹ nhàng lẫn nhau sủng, không có pha lê tra ~------ kết thúc văn: 《 thỉnh ngươi sờ sờ tiểu cái bụng 》【 song hướng yêu thầm · đại học giáo thụ X giáo viên mầm non 】 tiếp đương văn dự thu: 《 rượu mạnh quấy đường ngó sen 》【 nhẹ nhàng ngọt văn 】 tác giả chuyên mục cầu cất chứa ~~~ tân lãng Weibo @ xuyên tiểu lan
Four siblings go up against an expert thief who isn't afraid to get a little blood on his hands to get what he wants. The kids don't quite know what they're doing and can never get along even in the simplest situations, so they might not have what it takes to defeat such a villain.
[#405 in Mystery] There has been a sudden rash of suicides amongst the teenagers of Mahnomen, Minnesota, and while it's certainly tragic, there's been nothing to indicate foul play. Except for one thing.None of the teenager's cell phones have been recovered, and sixteen-year-old Nanette Townsend becomes desperate to prove there is more to the deaths of her classmates than meets the eye. As she draws closer to the truth, however, she struggles to recognize friend from foe and resist the darkness that lies dormant in all of us.-This is a FIRST DRAFT. This story was written in a month for the #JustWriteIt #SerialMystery challenge, and due to the time constraints (and my insane work schedule) I wasn't able to put as much thought and time into developing this story as I would have liked. But that's the beauty of contests! There are themes of suicide in this story. There is nothing graphic, but please let me know if you think this story warrants a "mature" rating and I will change it.
Tears flowed freely, going almost to my temples as I continued my fast pace. My thoughts were running even faster than me inside my brain. My heart seemed to contrast in my chest. Then out of nowhere I felt myself collide with something hard. Too hard actually as I could feel my head hurting. "Watch where you're going little American" an all too familiar voice said menacingly making me snap my head up to meet his shiny green eyes only to notice that he was only wearing basketball shorts and running shoes. His muscles and six pack all on display along with his various tattoos. I couldn't help gazing at his tattoos and absentmindedly thinking of getting another myself. "Just back off William. I'm in no mood to deal with you." I hated that my voice cracked giving away that I had been crying even if my tear streaked face hadn't.I thought he would continue taunting me, make me feel even more down than I already was. But for a second I saw a flash of concern and then he walked away..
Written as a commission for a friend's D&D character and her NPC love interest.Bryn, a femme fatale sorceress who is used to independence and city living finds herself stranded in the woods with only her wits and an intimidating monster-hunter.Buy me a coffee! ko-fi.com/writtenbyem
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I hear birds singingand feel the warm sunon my uplifted face,I have been wheeledinto the groundsof the hospitalI hear voices of othersI cannot seemy blind eyes turnin the direction of sound,I am dependant on otherson things which otherscope with on their ownand when they will and canwhile I have to be taken placesand lifted or carriedto the toilet or bath,I hear someone talkas they pass byanother repliesfar off the humof trafficand a nearby laugh.by,terry colleta story of passion ,a story of desires ,the undying thirst to dance ,the story of struggle ,undying love and sacrifices....the story of a girl who has nothing yet everything....this is her journey to find her true self and her struggle to fulfil her dreams....but there is one big obstrucle....to know more read it entirely.....THIS IS HER STORY.THE STORY OF NANDINI MOORTHY .A BLIND GIRL
Three kingdoms stood united. Peace flourished, the land was prosperous, but with power came corruption.It is prophicied. One king will fall. One king will die.One king will remain.
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