Deep down within my soul, I knew that I was special. I didn't know just how special until one day God gave me the gift of prophetic dreams and visions. My first dream occurred thirty years ago while I was stationed in the army at Geissen, Germany. I remember the dream as if it were yesterday.Having just come in from a two week field exercise at about twelve o'clock noon, I was exhausted.Actually, lying there, I didn't know if I was dreaming or in some type of trance, but my father, who had passed away a couple of months before, came walking through the door. He didn't open the door and walk in. He came through the door like a ghost. The occurrence frightened me because you don't expect to see a deceased loved one come levitating through a door.In his appearance to me, my father was wearing a pair of dark gray khahki pants with a light gray buttoned down shirt--the exact same outfit that he was wearing the day that he died.It's hard to explain my emotions and the horror that I felt as my father came toward me. I tried to get up off the couch to run away, but something was holding me bound. It wasn't a physical hold where I could feel hands pressing me down, but it was more of surrender. After all, he is my father even though he's absent in the body and present with the Lord.When my father appeared at the couch where I was lying, he didn't communicate anything to me. I was breathing so fast and heavy I thought that I would pass out. In midair, my father made his body ambulatory and lowered his entire body to mine. His body entered mine. Once that happened, my body relaxed and I was able to move again. I sat up on the side of the couch wondering just what happened. I began to touch my body fully expecting my father to come out at some point, but he never did. This dream would set the past for all the other dreams to come through.
Heads up, Atlas(main character) will not be dating anyone in the story as it was my original goal to make a fanfic people feel comfy reading, without being teased for it being an xreader. Although you may ship her, I won't make it canon in this book. Thank you for reading, I appreciate it a lot! I accidentally read over my first few chapters a bunch of times and I messed up the read tracker ack this is so scuffed.Got the cover from Pinterest, maybe I'll make it better some day.{Started- February 28}{Ended-September 20, 2021}
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A collection of stories for Flufftober 2021, featuring Espio and Silver! Prompts can be found inside the chapter titles.
The counterpart of the original Jojo's Bizarre Adventures Boyfriend Scenarios. Discontinued!
Highest Ranking: #1 in Pidge// This is the sequel to Taken. Team Voltron is trying to help Pidge recover from a dangerous poison that the Galra had injected into her. This poison caused her to live her greatest nightmares and basically lose her mind. Her friends and family struggle to show her that she's safe, but Pidge won't believe them so quickly. Their greatest fear may come true. Has she gone completely insane? β οΈ Has reference to depression, mental issues, isolation and anxiety. Some serious angst resides here β οΈ ~COMPLETED~If you haven't read the first book, please do that before you read this one. It's called Taken.I don't own Voltron, obviously. It's a shame, though... *Cover art is not mine**All pictures/art used are credited to Google Images and Pinterest* (two of the pictures in here are mine, though)*None of the songs used are mine, of course*
Book OneYn Ln gets invited to a dinner party which ends up being a search for ancient artifacts to rid a house of evil. With people dying every few hours and Yn finding love, will she survive? Or will she be another victim?
This is a story based off the entire lore I've made for Canada. This may be a fairly long story, so be prepared for that. And this story may include blood or strong language or both. As well as some mature topics I guess. Either way, ENJOYYY. I forgot to add indents in the paragraphs and I apologize :D
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