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My TVD & Originals Fanfiction;

I’m rating this M/MA for future content. There will be explicit scenes, and language that are not suitable for younger teens. This is a story about love, friendship, betrayal, history, and magic. It centers around Kol Mikaelson and Kriss L’butaunt (OC), but the entire Mikaelson family is in it. Kol/OC, Elijah/Hayley, Klaus/Caroline, Rebekah/OC, Rebekah/Marcel, Marcel/Camille.

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This is my one-shot fan fiction piece about Will and Alana;

This one shot takes place during season one, after Will kisses Alana. Suddenly unsatisfied with her response Will follows her out to her car. This is a complete scene. *WARNING* This brief story/scene is MA, I rated it M because they didn’t have an MA option in the drop down, but this is not suitable for younger teens.

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so true

startin the day with your eye liner like 

endin the day with your eye liner like 

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i made a thing.

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"MEDIEVAL LAND FUN-TIME WORLD" EXTENDED TRAILER — A Bad Lip Reading of Game of Thrones" - Part Two

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Frozen

Is it just me, or is frozen basically an animated broadway musical?

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What the...

um... Fargo the TV series? what?

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The scars are deeper than they appear.

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Yeah, of course you are. Course. You’re my best friend.

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Getting Food

I love that awkward moment when standing in line to get food, and someone behind you is like, "I like your sweater," and you have a mini panic attack as you frantically try to find something to compliment them about without staring too long.

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Divergent writing style

So... I just saw the divergent movie... and I'm still OK with being "sorted into, erudite," but after seeing said movie I decided to just read the reviews on the Divergent book series. My reaction was "maybe I shouldn't read them if the last book is that bad." I then decided to download them anyway, as I like to form my own opinions on things, and I'm not even one page in when this thought strikes me.... "most of the reviewers are mad at the "monotonous short sentences," Roth uses to write the last book, and I'm pretty sure that's just her writing style," Example from the first book,  “I sit on the stool and my mother stands behind me with the scissors, trimming. The strands fall on the floor in a dull, blond ring. When she finishes, she pulls my hair away from my face and twists it into a knot. I note how calm she looks and how focused she is. She is well-practiced in the art of losing herself. I can’t say the same of myself.” Excerpt From: Veronica Roth. “The Divergent Series Complete Collection.” iBooks.  They're all monotonous short sentences.... Just saying.

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It’s true. But he wasn’t a very nice man.

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Johnlock [Sherlock/John] || Sherlock & Barbie Boy || [Sherlock] 

My little Johnlock shipper fanvid.

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Pompeii

Caught in the fading light of predawn,

The world looked at peace.

Spring smells and splashes of fruit colored the air,

Still warm with the changing seasons

Soon the warmth would change to an unbearable heat; engulfing and stifling, Crushing the air within causing an uncomfortable heaviness to settle.

For now the air remained light and comfortable,

There was an ease about it that could only be felt this time of year.

The fields’ lay fresh with crops waiting to be harvested

Soon the new plantings would begin,

Causing a new stirring of frenzy and turmoil.

Everything was at peace, for this moment.

The stirrings began, as those who’s jobs required the early sacrifice awoke.

The blood on the stones of gods would be fresh today.

The temple torches being lit anew,

Priestesses beginning their daily routines

New calves, fresh for the slaughter being drawn into town on blood stained carts.

Their wheels making fresh tracks within the mud,

Traveled more and more by soldiers instead of tradesmen.

The echoes of war traveled far and wide across the increasingly haunted ground.

Still trade continued,

Strong and never ending.

No one, from the lowliest trade to the highest throne

Would have envisioned the day that today would be.

It started so calm, so normal.

The baker began baking his bread as the dawn lights crested over the Aegean Sea.

Peaceful; that is the word that would be used for this day.

The day their world would end.

The rumblings began shortly after the sun reached its ¼ arc in the sky.

The crowds of people were unsurprised and undaunted by this.

Thinking nothing out of place.

Nobody looked to the sky,

Or gave a second glance in worry.

Tranquil normalcy surrounded the world;

Why would anyone worry?

Then it came;

Fast the fast quick rumblings before the end.

The worried glances began;

But still no one thought that the end was near.

Continuing on the normality of life,

That is how these unfortunate ones would see their end.

Not crying; not running in fear.

With a normal air of calm;

That is how their world would end.

Slowly the rumbles increased,

As the sun rose in the sky,

Bleaching the ground and the clay-based houses beneath it.

The children played in the streets,

While the elderly make their way to the temples to make peace with their gods.

The hearths were being attended by the maidens of Hestia,

The guardian of the hearth and home.

Wives shopped as daughters learned and chatted around them.

Businessmen were to be seen exiting their homes to attend their daily functions

With no warning or sudden change the mountain that protected and sheltered their city exploded.

The amount of fire that lit the sky had not been seen for two centuries.

Within seconds the good people knew that the gods were angry and there was no escape.

Barely allowed to utter a scream before lungs filled with ash and flaming smoke.

Coughing held no reprieve for it only brought more ash and pain.

No time to grab loved ones; the ash enveloped their world.

Covering and silencing everything around;

A grey blanket of death,

A shroud to cover the city they once knew.

Silently; that is how their world would end.

By. Sarah Hight