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“Shit, shit, shit. Where the hell did I put that damn thing?!” After nearly tearing apart your entire room, you let out a huff of annoyance and fell back onto your messy bed, gazing up at the ceiling. “Okay, okay..just relax [y/n],” you put a hand to your slightly sweating forehead. “It’ll probably turn up eventually…you can’t lose sight of a glowing piece of jewelry that easy.” The “glowing piece of jewelry” in question was a necklace with a dragon claw gripping a colorful crystal ball that swirled with magic. However, that was not the only thing it did: It granted you the

My mom took a trip to Mexico And stopped by a church to attend mass. It was quaint, small and brightly colored, So she went inside. (She is Catholic and I am not.) She knows Spanish, is practically fluent in it. She knew, sitting in her pew, what the priest was saying About those goddamn homosexuals And their sin, And how even the flames of hell Were too good for them. That there would be no tolerance from The Heavenly Father Of their kind. I had just come out to my mom less than a month before "Yes… I like girls." My hands had been shaking and my throat was tight, Like my heart was stuck in it. For a moment I wanted not

listen to this as you read: [link] She thought that she was a good girlfriend...but now she didn't know if she was or not, because it seemed her love never got returned. She tried to make him smile and make him appreciate her but he always seemed like he was never truly happy with her. What was she doing wrong? was it because she screwed up sometimes? or was it because she wasn't pretty enough? She had saw it, she had came in early from work and the sight before her made her wanna throw up. She saw him making out with another girl, tears filled her [e/c] eyes when she realized this was what he really wanted, he didn't care anymore. "(Name)

February 17th, 1947. You stood alone at the top of the hill, overlooking Berlin, Germany, with eyes full of hatred and pain, perfectly masked behind your cold expression. You watched as the capital burned with grim satisfaction. As a member of the Allies, you had been tasked with taking down the capital. With help from America’s bomber plans, you had managed just that. World War II had finally come to a close thanks to you and the Allies, but the violence and disarray left in its wake was disastrous. You regretted each action you had to take against the Axis, for Japan, Germany, and Italy and Romano were some of your closest friends, b

'Where is everyone?' You wondered as you checked the closet and hallways to find..nothing. It was just 2 AM and they barely ever showed up, so maybe they spared you? Maybe now they got bored? There was really nothing else for you to do..but sleep. That did sound nice- *creeeeaaaakk* Your eyes widened as you heard the front door open up. Guess you could forget all about sleeping. But were your parents back so soon from their trip? You weren't too sure- "Helloooo?......heh, no one here..guess it's easy pickin''s for me tonight!" To your horror, there was a complete stranger in your house. You shut the door lightning fast and climbed onto yo

Author Notes: -Woo! Chapter 4! This is going to be the final, so I hoped you all enjoyed it ^^ The ending was kind of cliché xD Disclaimer: I do NOT own Left 4 Dead or the games’ characters! I ONLY own the plot! -- For the remainder of the day, I grew used to the sight of infected heads being blown into nothing but a red mist. It seemed these four really favored the shotguns in these situations, while I preferred any gun I could find. We had covered several miles in a modicum of hours. I was generally surprised at how little infected individuals were stumbling through the streets, tumbling over debris and, at times, air. I late