We Were Almost There: PrologueWe Were Almost There: Prologue by almaa30
"Seriously though, Claire," Doug's eyebrows furrowed as he added, "You're just probably drunk."
"I am definitely not. I don't even drink." I arrogantly answered with a flip of my blond locks. "Well, I wish I was drunk or high or crazy or what; but the problem is I'm not."
He shook his head. Finally, he let out a rather heavy sigh; his deep blue eyes were unbelieving and worried. "Dear Goddess Tell me you're lying."
"I wouldn't turn this bitter if I was lying. Even Ann's hurt."
"Hmm my poor sweetie locked herself up in her room after they talked earlier "
"She still can't believe it."
"Damn it," he remarked followed by his usual face palm gesture. "I couldn't deny it, though I do see it, but I guess since we're not having any affirmation "
"Denying reality since it seems so unlikely; we're in the same boat. But this time We have the confirmation." I answered, hinting no compassion in my tone.
But that was just my voice.
Love and Hate Ch. 6Love and Hate Ch. 6 by Kway100
Love & Hate
“You know, I've never had a drink of alcohol before,” Jill plucked a strawberry, placing it in a bucket.
“Mmhmm,” I tasted one of the berries; not good, but not terrible. A 'C' quality produce at best- definitely not as good as our farm's. I placed the better berries in a separate bucket.
“Aren't you going to ask why,” she looked up at me with her strange violet eyes.
I sighed, “No.”
She mimicked me and then frowned, dumping more strawberries in the bucket. “When are you going to lighten up? Or are you always like this? You're always such a grump. And no fun.”
I rolled my eyes.
“You know what, though? I like how you say the truth, no matter how harsh. Or rude. You can be bold-ish. Well, with me.”
I ignored the comment that was clearly suggestive of Celia, “Thanks... I guess. You're still annoying, but you don't care. And that's good for you.”
Broken Hearts and Fruity Tarts: Ch.1 (re-uploaded)Chapter 1: Country Roads Take Me Home.Broken Hearts and Fruity Tarts: Ch.1 (re-uploaded) by LilliansLoveHM
"Do you have everything Lillian? I'm not having you going all that way and-" My mum asked looking up at me while I'm tidying up boxes on my cart. She had her blonde hair up in a neat bun a little bit of make-up on, her pale blue dress and white cotton jacket on. It was a Monday and she always went to go visit grandma on Monday and she had to dress well because grandma isn't a farmer she's a lady and doesn't approve of my mum's choice of living. I tighten up the rope that's going to keep the boxes in place while on the road and hop down so I'm at my mum's level.
"Yes mum I promise I checked it three times, you were there for two of them!" I replied with a hint of annoyance in my voice. I just want to go mama! Her face changed from stern to calm after that and she wrapped her arms around me.
"I wish you wouldn't leave so soon Lil, there are plenty of other men in town" I could hear her trying to hold back the tears. Please d
Broken Hearts and Fruity Tarts: Prologue (updated)Last delivery of the day thought the dirty blonde haired purple eyed girl. She was walking through her town carrying a heavy crate full of assorted wines, mainly peach as it was her families own special flavour. All afternoon she had to deliver different amounts of bottles to different people, but she had saved the best till last. After delivering to Doug the inn owner the girl hurried herself back to her family's farm to change outfits, re-do hair and put on a little make-up.Broken Hearts and Fruity Tarts: Prologue (updated) by LilliansLoveHM
"Dress to impress is what mum always told me" She practically sang into the mirror. After pulling up her pink cotton flower pattern dress her mother had made for and putting her flat shoes she headed out the door with the crate in her arms and him on her mind.
Once she arrived at the blacksmiths house she knocked on the door 3 times and waited for the door to open, after waiting several minutes with no answer she thought it was strange, checking her watch she saw it was only 3:30pm and the shop should stil
ChaseXNima: I Do Ch. 5ChaseXNima Ch. 5ChaseXNima: I Do Ch. 5 by animecomic7
She thought for hours and hours, and just when the sun fell, she knew.
It was 16 o' clock and she ran towards the peachy-colored hair man's house. Nima didn't have time to knock, so she opened it. "Chase, go with me." Chase arose from his chair. "Say.. What?" Nima panted, Please go with me to the festival tonight."
Chase smiled happily, "Really? You choose.. me? I don't mean that I didn't want you to choose me. But.. me?" Nima nodded and laughed, "Yes, really." she grinned. They stood there in their happy moment.Chase stumbled towards his room. I should get ressed. I-I mean.. dressed. I mean dressed." he laughed nervously. Nima giggled, "Yeah, I should get going." They waved goodbye.
When Nima entered her house, she panicked, "Oh man, what am I going to wear?" She thought for a second. "Candice!!" she ran towards her phone, dialed the Tailor's, and waited impatiently. "Tailor Shop, Candice speaking." her voice was so low it almost seemed as if she were whispering.
HM ChaseXNima: I Do Ch. 3Nima ran after her. "Wait, Maya! Maya!!" Maya finally came to a stop, panting, "Why, Nima!? Huh? You did this on PURPOSE! You KNOW I like Chase!!" she yelled at her with tears covering her eyes. "I-I didn't know!" Nima stuttered. Maya gave her the death glare, "So you DO like Chase! Why didn't you tell me!?" Maya cried again, sniffing. "Because I didn't KNOW!" Nima shouted. She almost felt like crying too. Her throat hurt from yelling. She couldn't breathe. She was trembling. Maya sobbed some more, "I HATE you!!" she turned and ran away.HM ChaseXNima: I Do Ch. 3 by animecomic7
She watched her as she ran towards town. Nima sighed, wiping away the small tears. She didn't know how to face her anymore. Nima walked back to Chase's house and saw Chase next to the failed dish. He scowled, "This tastes.... Awful." Nima kneeled next to him, "Chase, Maya-" Chase sighed, "I don't care about Maya. Let her run and cry. I don't care." Nima stared at him. "Why not teach her to cook?" He stared at the failed dish. "Because she can't."
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