《Syria Girl》Malia and me
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The tarmac was hot, blurry, and cracked despite it still being midway through spring.
Our plane had just touched down at Izmir Adnan Menderes Airport, Turkey, and we were transferring our luggage from the terminal to an old Land Rover with safari covers.
We were a group of eight, all British, all carrying pale complexions and sweating like crazy even though we’d only been outside for about two minutes.
Donna, the large Red Cross minder I’d seen in court, sat in the passenger’s seat. While a tall but lanky middle eastern man hopped into the driver’s side. Both wore the red cross on the chest of their t-shirts.
I piled into the back with the other juvies and sat staring out the window. I don’t think any of us really knew what to do with each other. In prison we would’ve established some sort of pecking order, but this was different.
Sitting in the row across from me was a girl with long dreads and a tattoo rolling across her shoulders. She raised her eyebrows, ‘What are you here for?’
It was a typical juvie question, ‘I robbed a bottle store.’
‘Seems harsh you’d get this.’
‘It was my third strike.’
She nodded, exposing the silver on her teeth, ‘I shot my drug dealer in the kneecap.’
‘Now that seems harsh.’
‘Well,’ she said, a vicious smile playing across her lips, ‘It was his third strike.’
The rest of the juvies were the same as dreadlocks girl, slightly psychopathic teens with bad upbringings and broken homes. The Land Rover was filled with swearing, a couple of gang references, and bragging as it made its way to the place we were supposed to be helping out.
A large fence wormed its way around the camp, but the fence had no gates. Donna explained to us that people were free to come and go as they pleased.
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‘Most stay though,’ Donna said, ‘Good jobs are scarce and it’s hard to get back on your feet when your life has been swept from under you.’
Around us, there were hundreds and hundreds of tents made up of more colours than I’d ever imagined. I laughed as I spotted a Homer Simpson tent. The girl next to me turned her dreadlocked head, ‘What’s funny?’
I pointed out the tent and she cracked up, ‘Of all places for that fat American to show up….’
The Land Rover rolled to a stop outside the barracks we’d be staying in. The setup was nothing more than a group of shipping containers with a canvas roof stretched over top of them. There were four bunks to a container plus area to store our stuff.
It’d barely make one-star accommodation in the U.K, but in the camp it was a mansion when compared to the Homer Simpson tent.
We were told to choose any bunk we wanted, I was a little slow and ended up with one of the bottom bunks near the window. It suited me just fine: heat rises, and we’d be there through the summer, top bunk wouldn’t be quite so enjoyable at that point.
As I was setting up my bed, the girl with the dreads watched. She had the bottom bunk at the other side of the container.
‘Where abouts in the U.K are you from?’ she asked.
‘London, you?’
‘Edinburgh.’
I nodded and went back to my bed, I didn’t see the point in small talk, we’d have enough time to get to know each other over the next five months.
‘What’s your name?’
‘Huh?’
‘I said what the hell’s your name?’
‘Danny.’
I didn’t need to ask her name, she’d tell me.
‘I’m Malia.’
I sat down, the bed creaked, ‘It’s a crazy place we’ve found ourselves in.’
She shrugged, then spat in the corner of the room, ‘Beats juvie.’
I nodded, and looked outside at the rows of tents that flapped in a slight wind, ‘Yeah… for us anyway.’
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Isekai ni Kita Boku wa Kiyoubinbode Subaya-sa Tayorina Tabi o Suru
Late at night in the middle of my part time job at a convenience store, I had an encounter with a robber and was mercilessly stabbed to death. As I was about to lose my consciousness, I thought about how much I wanted to do this and that when I heard a voice…… 『The wish to be summoned has been confirmed. Granting Unique Skill 《Jack of all Trades, Master of None》』 Rude words such as that were said. Jack of All Trades, Master of None? Don’t screw with me! Such thoughts and wishes were for naught as my consciousness faded, when I came too I was standing on a green foggy hill.
8 1043The Vitaean Chronicles - Volume I: The Sanguine Prince
NOTE: Chapters 02 - 19 are currently slated for review and rewrite following the Conclusion of Act I. Please bear this in mind! When tragedy strikes Arcturus Valoura, he is ripped from his carefree existence and thrown into a world of politics and peril, where today's friend is tomorrow's foe. Bereft of the knowledge and skills needed to survive in his new reality, he will need to find his place within a realm that mixes magic and science in impossible ways. He will need to learn the secrets of the mysterious System that allows him to guide his potential for growth even as he struggles to unlock the powers needed to keep himself alive. In the darkest, and most desolate places of an ancient land he will have to find the answers to forbidden questions, and terrible secrets long purged from the histories of mankind. And in so doing, shake the very foundations of reality itself. Release Schedule: Tuesdays (I may post on off-days if I get a lot done). Advanced Chapters available on Patreon starting May 4th 2021. Discord Community: https://discord.gg/3tHKHAx7Ye The Vitaean Chronicles are a debut LitRPG High Fantasy series written with the intent of filling a niche I've yet to see filled anywhere else. This is my first novel of this kind, so please be patient with me. Throughout this story, I will endeavour to create an evolving and expansive narrative anchored around believable characters, compelling plotlines, and a consistent and sensible magic system. The purpose of this work is to create what I believe to be a relatively unique piece of fiction, drawing inspiration from many great stories that have come before from the likes of Tolkien, Jordan, Hertbert, Goodkind, Pratchett, Martin, and several others. My goal is not to create a masterpiece, but simply to create a story that someone can read and re-read with the same joy, same frustration, and same investment each time. This story will contain violence, politics, Shakespearian drama, tongue-in-cheek references, adult content, and well-crafted relationships of both platonic and romantic natures. I will not promise you will like every choice I make. I can only guarantee that I will do my best to create a story I, and you, can be proud of. As I progress, I will have room to incorporate fan-made characters for those interested in making their mark within the tapestry of this tale (with the customary disclaimer that they do so while waiving any rights to future profit, lol). Thank you to Royal Road for giving me the platform to do that, and thank you dear readers past, present, and future for choosing to come on this journey with me. Finally, just to cover myself: This work is Copyrighted to the Author herein known as 'Hannibal Forge', and recreation, distribution, or re-release of any material herein in a commercial or public capacity absent permission from the Author can and will be prosecuted to the full extent of the Law.
8 187Crossroads
Elena Cochran begged her father to take a safer job after nearly being shot to death. They end up moving to a small town in Georgia on a secret that she doesn't know about. For her protection, he hires the president of a motorcycle club - Michael Gilbert to be her bodyguard. Elena only knows of him being her annoying, hot tempered neighbor, but everything about him intrigues her and ignites a passion within her that she has never known. He believes he is damned to Hell. He is supposed to protect her when the only other person she needs protection from is him. He is not a good guy and she is too good for him. She is a job, but when he first sees her, he knows he wants nothing more than to protect her, to love her. She slowly breaks down his walls and he has to decide on whether or not to let his heart take the lead or to use her feelings against her to keep her safe. Will Elena ever be able to forgive him or her father when she finds out the truth?
8 87Sanders Sides: Age-re HC's/One-Shots(SFW)
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8 110The Billionaire and The Hijabi
| IBRAHIM BOOK II | "I am willing to give my everything to you, if you agree to be mine forever" ---- He looked Italian He dressed brands He spoke billionaire language He ran an entire empire with the tip of his fingers He drove luxurious cars He traveled to exotic places He had all he ever wanted all except her She was his best friends' sister She was the girl he loved She was the one who had her head held high She was the one who could not be loved She was the one who cannot love and she was out of reach from him sparks, fireworks and mid season flowers and leaves, all fly about as the two meet, the twisted love story of. "The Billionaire And The Hijabi"=> Highest Ranking: #2 on Spiritual Hotlist (15/02/16) copyright scopian_16 2016
8 165COTE:-Reaction to their future
Hello guys!!! Excalty I am recreating the story I had left...I wanted to continue that one but because of some problems I am unable to do so 😢WELL ANYWAY this reaction fic is also based End of V3 Y1 after inhabited Insland....okay thank you Disclaimer:- Non of the characters from Cote/Classroom of the elite becomes to me other than one character who is "Zato"
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