*this chapter is about Deku being on a male version of a women’s cycle called heat. It may contain cuss words, violence, and may be a little cringe (sorry). Everything in this chapter is also made up (except maybe a few things but for the most part yeah). Anyway this is my first story I'm actually publishing it so,
enjoy😊
THE BEGINNING
Everyone knew that women had to go through the process of hell every month. Cramp after cramp, pad after pad, it would never end (that is until a week went by). Men never understood these cycles and often said that women were dramatic. Well, all that changed when one guy had gone through the process of a cycle called heat. I...
Rose leaned on the railing of the small yacht, serenely watching the shoreline drift closer and closer. Stretching upright she spun and made her way up to the bridge of the ship.
“We are almost at the French border!” Rose exclaimed to her husband Frank who was navigating the vessel.
Frank turned to her with a smile, “Exciting right? Who would have
thought it would take so long for us to get the proper paperwork to travel across the channel.”
“How soon until we arrive?” Rose questioned while bounding over to the large window.
“About a half hour, it shouldn’t take too long to get through customs. So we should be able to find a nice restaurant to eat at tonight.”
“Well I’ll go get ...
Rose leaned on the railing of the small yacht, serenely watching the shoreline drift closer and closer. Stretching upright she spins and makes her way up to the bridge of the ship.
“We are almost at the French border!” Rose exclaims to her husband Frank who is navigating the vessel.
Frank turns to her with a smile, “Exciting right? Who would have
thought it would take so long for us to get the proper paperwork to travel across the channel.”
“How soon until we arrive?” Rose questions while bounding over to the large window.
“About a half hour, it shouldn’t take too long to get through customs. So we should be able to find a nice restaurant to eat at tonight.”
“Well I’ll go get re...
Pain. All that registered to Clover was pain. An intense throbbing in their right ankle, accompanied by spears of agony with the slightest pressure. But they had to keep moving, no matter how much it hurt to move.
Clover, a small, scared preteen with short, curly brown hair and green eyes, couldn't turn back now. With only the stars to guide them, they
limped farther and farther from the crumbling brick house that they had lived in for all of their life.
They used to love it there, with their old tree fort and the creek back in the woods, but lately it had felt more and more like a prison. A prison that they yearned to leave, to escape the crushing hold of their mother. You see, Amelie had no idea how muc...
Growing up in an Asian county seems quite hard. Well, this mostly depends on how each individual thinks about this. What about the teenage girls? How do they feel?
Most of the girls are taught not to fall for any guy at their sweet 16 till their graduation! On a positive note its good to focus on the carrier. But how can you help yourself if you are in
love at your 17.
Love? Or its just about behaving nice with one of her classmate! Ayat seems to be confuse about her feelings. How can she be sure that this is her true love? People in love always want to be together but she doesn't want to be in a relation right at this moment! So, is this attraction, infatuation or love?...
Growing up in an Asian county seems quite hard. Well, this mostly depends on how each individual thinks about this. What about the teenage girls? How do they feel?
Most of the girls are taught not to fall for any guy at their sweet 16 till their graduation! On a positive note its good to focus on the carrier. But how can you help yourself if you are in
love at your 17.
Love? Or its just about behaving nice with one of her classmate! Ayat seems to be confuse about her feelings. How can she be sure that this is her true love? People in love always want to be together but she doesn't want to be in a relation right at this moment! So, is this attraction, infatuation or love?...
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Hi. My name is Kiara, and I’m 16. I live on Blood Rose Island, named for its native poisonous roses. This is part of my story… our family’s story, the part where I found out my mom was alive… and more.
This morning, I woke up feeling melancholy and miserable. I had always felt that way, since age 4. You see, my mother disappeared
when I was 4. The only thing I have left of her is the picture in my locket. As for my father, he works all the time. I literally almost never see him. At all. Growing up, my three older-by-a-minute siblings took care of me. Charlie, Alex, and Ari (short for Arianna) are a minute older than the other, Ari bIang the oldest. Charlie’s nex, then Alex, then me....
The Sun rose on the desert as the darkness that consumed it ran in safety. The waters that once rushed there were now dead and silent,the leaves that would fall to the ground and the trees that would stand tall were dead too. All you could see were the waves of sand that would never move,you could feel the pain in your feet as they stabbed you.You
could taste nothing but sand and pain in your throat screaming for water.You could feel the sun's heat beating you and pushing you down.
You feel the sun's heat suck every inch of energy out of you. The whole day is like this until the sun rests on the horizon, and the rabbit face moon comes and wakes up the animals. The moon's soft light shines as the darkne...
Somewhere there’s a cave in a white forest. Small prints cover ground through the trees from somewhere... searching. These prints lead to a boy. He is looking for the cave. He has mossy hair that clings to his head despite its burnt ends. He is naked. He waddles and his feet burn, but a wide smile imprints itself upon him despite the blisters beginning to
form. He is weak and, having only learned to walk moments ago, falls often. Every once and a while the wind whistles down through the trees cutting at the boy’s skin. The prints turn red.
When enough time has passed the trees become sparse and green pokes through the white. The boy shivers, but not from the cold. He sees the cave and it towers above him ...
Four friends chalk out a plan for a picnic on holiday and encounter an unprecedented incident in their lives. It was a pleasant Sunday morning when all the four-step out of their homes to enjoy the beauty of nature. After a grueling journey, they plan to languid in some guest house as the dusk had set in and find a decent one at last. One of the friends,
Rocky becomes rambunctious on seeing the guest house and insists on a midnight sojourn so that they could invigorate themselves and head on for a journey in the dawn. The moment they enter the house, the receptionist gives a warm welcome with a broad smile and registers their names. But Alex, who is a brother of Rocky, gives a dubious stare at the receptionist ...
The stars twinkled in the night sky, as cold and distant as ever. I stumbled. The city around me bathed in shadows, I skipped down the cracked cobblestone road; avoiding the swirls of inky darkness that pooled beneath the buildings. My steps echoed along the streets like gunshots, the tak, takity TAK tak disrupting the stifling silence. I let out a long
breath. A plastic film was being tightened over everything, stretching over my skin, my ears, my nose, mymouthmyeyesmyhead—ohGODICAN'T B-R-E-A-T-H-E—I let out a long breath. I let out a long breath!
The watery darkness slid along the path and stuck to my shoes like honey, caking their soles and leaving black footprints behind me. I kept walking.
Sophia walked on the plain grass [insert very detailed description on how she walked on the plain grass]
She then saw BOB who will be relevant to the story but you don’t know it yet. Yay the text is bigger. Sophia walked to Bob and proceeded to say the following things:
“Hello, I’m Sophia.”
“Your
stupid.”
“That’s mean.”
“Women are stupid.”
“Have you seen the weather today?”
“Writing is a meaningless hobby of a bunch of delusional people that try to imitate real life but end up failing as they miserably fall to the bottom and try to work themselves up again only to fall once again.”
“I like pie.”
“Screw you.”
NICK YOUNGBLOOD:- LOOKS TO BE AROUND 30 YRS BUT IS IN FACT IN HIS 50'S. LOOKS LIKE A NATIVE AMERICAN BUT IS AN ALIEN FROM THE FUTURE. WORKS WITH THE LEGACY FOUNDATION 200 YEARS IN THE FUTURE. HAS VERY PALE VIOLET CAT-LIKE EYES, HAS TWO HEARTS, 3RD SECTION TO THE BRAIN. IS TELEPATHIC, TELEKI-NETIC, CAN CHANGE HIS SKIN COLOUR TO BLEND IN,
IS STRONGER, CAN HEAR AND SEE BETTER, CAN BREATHE UNDERWATER, CAN HEAL FASTER, CAN RUN FASTER, HAS ONE SON.
CAI YOUNGBLOOD:- IS 20 YRS, SAME ORIGINS AS NICK, HAIR IS A LITTLE LONGER, IS AFRAID OF THE WATER, IS TELEPATHIC, TELEKINETIC, PYROKINETIC. CAN PUT A FORCE FIELD AROUND HIMSELF AND MAYBE ONE OTHER PERSON. IS STILL LEARNING HOW TO USE HIS ABILITIE...
Chapter 1
(This is part of the story! I'll be posting bits of it every so often)
The first thing that came to existence were the screams and gunshots in the air, all vibrating and making an earthquake of horrible catastrophic events that will lead to my fate. I opened my eyes, though, and saw people running away from hands in the air. Long, slender
looking bugs with scorpion tails grabbed them and ate them with their long tentacle-like tongues. Explosions were everywhere, airplanes were dropping in and shooting the horrible beasts. a soldier with a cross on his shoulder hid behind a flipped over car and shot his gun at the bugs. The attempt was futile since the bullets simply bounced off of them. I quickly ...
People, a broad word that is used daily by everyone on planet earth. Every person is different. There are many different types, and a lot of them are overlooked. Some people are sweet and generous. They always smile and care for everyone around them, even if they don’t have much.
All we see is the surface. All anyone knows is the surface. What if
you had a conversation with the person that is always smiling? Would you still see them the same?
Maybe the words they are saying are still sweet and kind, but did you notice the small but quick wave of sadness go over them, when you asked how their life was so perfect and so happy? You see, they may seem so perfect on the surface, but deep down that ...