《Detention (DNF)》Eighteen
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I sat awkwardly beside Clay, and his mom plated some waffles and handed it to me. I thanked her, and started eating, trying not to act suspicious.
Clay seemed like he was practically bursting to ask me more questions, but I was planning on leaving right after breakfast, even though it was a Saturday. I finished my waffles quickly, thanking his mom again, and scurried off to the door to grab my bag.
"Hey! George, wait," Clay called, getting up. I didn't listen, simply grabbing the door and opening it, stepping outside.
There was no chance I was waiting. I had a feeling Clay wouldn't settle for me being homeless, and with both of his parents being lawyers, there was no doubt that I'd end up in foster care again. I still had nightmares about those horrible years, and I was never going back.
I speedwalked down the street, not even sure where I was going. I heard Clay running after me, and cursed, deciding to run as well.
I didn't make it too far, before Clay grabbed my arm, breathing heavily.
"George! Why are you running?"
"I remembered I need to help my mom with something," I said, yanking my arm back and turning away. He grabbed my shoulder.
"Your foster mom?" He asked, eyes burning into mine.
"No," I replied, and starting walking away again. He caught up, not having it.
"George! What's your problem? Why are you being like this?"
"It's none of your business," I snapped, and then felt guilt stab my chest. He didn't deserve that, but I needed him to leave me alone right now.
"It is my business," he said firmly, turning me around. "If you're having problems at home, I'm not letting you go back alone."
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"I'm fine," I lied through my teeth. "I don't need you, I don't know why you stick around me so much. Do you feel pity for me? Is that it?"
I didn't mean any of what I said, and I knew I would regret it later. To be honest, those words were more directed at myself than him. I shouldn't rely on him so much, it was pitiful. My heart was beating hard, and I felt a knot grow in my throat.
Hurt flashed through his eyes, but he didn't let go. "No, George, but I care about you. What's going on at home?"
"I don't have a home!" I shouted at him. "Can't you leave me alone? I've been independent all these years, and I'm not about to let your dumb feelings take that away from me." He took my arm again, and I tried to pull it out of his grip, but it didn't move.
"What do you mean? You ran away from your foster home?"
"YES, now let me be," I shouted furiously. The lump in my throat accumulated into hot tears, spilling out over my cheeks. He didn't let go of my arm.
"George, why didn't you tell me? I can help you, my parents-"
"That's why I didn't tell you, because your dumb parents are going to bring me back!" I yelled, tears streaming down my face. I closed my eyes, seeing flashes of those hands, the beer bottles, smelling the stench of blood. I just wanted it all to go away, I never wanted to think about it again.
I ripped my arm away from him and sprinted, with no sense of direction. I just wanted to get away, away from those memories and away from this life.
Clay didn't follow me, and I didn't look back.
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Lost In Translation
If you're one to travel the roads, you may have heard of me. You may have heard my Names in the stories, the songs, and the whispers of the road. Perhaps you've even seen me during my travels, speaking to a bird of blue light, or on a city street, performing small acts for coin and repute. Or perhaps you may know me as the Skystrider, who walked with the wind. Or the Voiceless, a man of song without speech. You may know me as the Tutor, who taught the Lion of Summer how to fight, or the Traveler, who has walked all the roads of the earth. I am all of these things. And people have branded me a myth. But people don't understand what a myth is. They haven't heard the songs lost to our tongues, nor have they seen the things I've seen. They haven't gone to the places I've gone. My feet have walked the plains, the seas, and the clouds. I have spoken languages unspoken; tongues lost to time. I have sung to the earth, held the moon in my arms, and walked the roads that your heroes hesitate to even mention. I have outwitted Demons. I have danced with the Fae. My songs have been heard by lords of wind and ash, and my steps have echoed in the bellies of gargantuan beasts the likes of which you have never seen. These are what real myths are. And me? I'm no legend. I'm just the bard stupid enough to poke the real ones with a stick. Discord link here. [Disclaimer: Book 1 of this story will likely be published in KU by around the start of 2022, so please keep that in mind. Book 2 and onwards will continue here until they are published as well.]
8 310Never After
Harmonia is a teenager born with a silver spoon and the inability to use magic, unlike her peers. After years of living a stagnant life and a dream that kept plaguing her mind, 17-year-old Harmonia Fleur seeks for a way to fix her problems, but to no avail. Until one day, she overheard a conversation between her father and an agent, about a Dangerous Prisoner, with knowledge of magic that far surpasses anyone of this age. With newfound motivation, she goes against her father's words and seeks for the Prisoner. Leading her to an encounter that she thought would fix her problems, What transpired was nothing she could've thought of, a full-scale prison breakout. When the very thing that plagued her mind appeared right before her eyes, Harmonia realizes that her life is about to take a drastic turn.
8 165The Royal Explorer (Completed)
He is an Indian King and she studied about him in her history class. Jiera is a 22 year old, prolific history lover and also has too much love for Aakav, her crush. When Aakav takes advantage of it and tricks her into being a subject for a science experiment, she had no choice but to fall for it. But as her luck would have it, the experiment failed and she is now trapped in a historical land, something she only read about in her history books. Jiera, as modern and bold and confident that she is, struggles hard to meet the demands of a Royal Indian kingdom. Frustrated, angry, scared but eventually starts loving all of it. Also the King of the mighty land she is at, King Neelambar Or Neel. King Neel, a 24 year old,young king, taken responsibilities as early in life as he remembers, has no time Or interest in his personal life. His kingdom is all that is there to him. Until she enters. Weird, maniac,sick; that is what he calls her, but eventually falls for her anyway. But she has to go back, Neel is fated to die. What shall this unique interaction between a king and a modern girl bring?What shall be the conclusion of this love story? #1: Indian History (29-1-22) #3: time travel (9-5-22) #1: india (18-7-22) #8: romance (18-7-22) #1: fictional (27-7-22) Word count: 50,000-70,000(A/N: This book is pure work of fiction. no king, or place mentioned in this book, exists in the history of India to my knowledge. this book is meant for entertainment and not to hurt anyone's believes.The book is imagined and written by Aastha Jain, and is only posted on wattpad. Plagiarism won't be entertained or taken lightly. so DO NOT STEAL MY WORK)STARTED : 14th Jan '22FINISHED : 30th July '22
8 187Beast Dao Cultivator
Hundreds of thousands of years ago, the world was at the peak of its era in the pursuit of power and knowledge. People ascended to the heavens and returned, walking amongst mortals. Great Buddhists, Evil Demons, Heavenly Celestials, Unfathomable Sages, Riders of Grand Majestic Beasts, Beloved Beings of Nature. Countless kinds of beings rose and fell. Countless kinds of method to ascend were known but a sudden change in the world changed that. Pandemonium spread throughout the world and countless grand races and even grander sects and organizations fell. The huge surge had come to an end as each race went to one place or another to hide, higher beings ran to the higher realms to hide from the destruction of the lower realm. Countless deaths in all races happened and many are said to have been pushed to extinction. Today, the world has regressed to what can be called a mediocre shadow of what was once a massive power that ruled the world. The races have each slowly crawled out of their holes and slowly spread their numbers once more, rediscovering what was once lost. New sects were born, clans spread, nations rise and war once more appeared. Still the catastrophe had not only drastically changed the world but the energy of nature. Where once all kinds of power filled the air all over the massive planet no longer did this power appear. Instead the grand energies seemed as if something had snuffed a huge amount of it, now the areas were each energy appeared each possessed different kinds of energy. One region could simply have Qi, another could have Qi where each area within a region had specific element to it, there was mana which permeated the air in other regions, Spiritual force in others, infernal energy in another and so each massive region slowly claimed their own resource and their growth slowly diverted only towards these energies. Only there was one type of being that could survive and grow in each and every kind. The most mysterious which were all called Riders. Beings who were one with their mounts born for each other and cultivated together.
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you told me "did you know i love you?", but now i know you never really meant it.a taennie fanfic.© 𝒋𝒊 𝒂𝒉highest ranking; #35 in poetry
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Pennywise x ReaderIt all started on a Friday night..
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