TheQueenofAwesome87

You hummed softly as you walked down the hallway towards the bathroom, fresh-out-of-the-dryer towel in hand. The house was quiet, and all of the windows were thrown open, letting in the warm spring sunlight. You smiled and pushed the bathroom door open. You squeaked as you strode into the bathroom to be greeted by a showering Gilbert. Your face turned bright red, and you looked down, stuttering apologies. “I am so, so, so sorry Gilbert. I had no idea you were in here. I didn't even know you were home so I was going to take a shower, and I'm so sorry...” you stopped yourself before you could babble any more, and steered yourself t

You were always a skeptic. You never believed in fairytales, myths, monsters, or anything like that. Especially vampires. Oh, how you loathed the thought of vampires. It's not that you hated them, it was just... The people who liked them and the people who believed them. You watched programs on television or articles on the internet where people explain their theories and try to to prove vampires are real; which they entirely are not. And don't get me started on the Twihards. A lot of the girls (And a handful of the boys too) at your school were Twihards. It vexed you to the core. Vampires this; vampires that. "Oh my God, (Name); your b

You were in your home at night watching TV, (a show you like), you were comfortable on your couch when suddenly you hear someone knocking on the door. It was quite late so you decided to see to peek through the peep hole in the door, just to be safe. But when you did, no one was there. You decided not to give it too much importance, maybe that was just your imagination. You were going to return to your couch to keep watching TV when someone knocks at the door again. This prank had you fed up so decided to see who it was by opening the door. No one was there, as expected, so you went to the street to see if someone was playing with you. You lo

    Your breath puffed out in little white clouds of vapour as you crouched behind a tree, stifling your giggles from streaming into the crisp Canadian air. As you flattened yourself as best you could against the broad trunk of the maple tree, you peeked quickly around the bark to catch a glimpse of Matthew walking naively past, whistling softly as he carried two buckets filled to the brim, one with packed snow and the other with boiling sap. Your smile spreading uncontrollably over your face, you knelt and scooped up a handful of fluffy white snow from the ground, patting it into a perfect sphere with your gloved hands; you waited patiently

Groaning, you rolled over and looked at the alarm clock, which sat on your bedside table, for the umpteen time. 2:23 am. Tightly closing your (eye colour) eyes, you buried your (skin colour) face into your pillow. But you sighed knowing that that wouldn’t help, as you had already tried to fall asleep with your face in said pillow about a million times the minutes and hours before hand. Grabbing your Black IPhone 4 off the bedside table on the other side of your head you quickly put in (your password). Hearing a 'click' the phone unlocked, and you clicked on your 'Itube app'. After waiting a few moments, you went to search and typed

You stir slowly, the bright lights shining down upon your closed eyelids. Strange, yet familiar scents surround you. Scents of maple and coffee, of an ocean breeze, of winter air, of old wood and parchment, of pine and freshly fallen snow. A silence rings in your ears, a peaceful silence that calms you, bringing back empty memories of dreams that you never had. A cool summer's night laying in the grass on a blanket, staring up at stars above, laughing and clinging to a nameless warmth. A cold night before a fireplace, leaning against warmth and covered with kisses and a handmade quilt. A string of whispered words at twilight, passionate love

     ‘Why does everybody hate me? What have I done to be treated like this?’  Endless questions raced through Gilbert’s mind as he walked down the hallways of (Middle School Name). Glares were constantly being sent his way as he approached his locker. ‘Yes! Almost there just have to get past-‘His thoughts were interrupted as he was slammed into the locker. Pain shot up Gilbert’s back as he collided with the red locker. He opened his scarlet eyes and instantly they locked with purple eyes that glittered with strong violence. Those violet eyes belonged to Ivan Braginsky, one of the school’s biggest bu

Unnoticed CanadaxReader (y/n), the small country of (c/n), sat at her spot at the table. Lots of countries were filing into the world conference meeting, each finding their spot. (y/n) smiled and waved at everyone, but of course no one waved back. She was the only country more ignored than Canada. But that didn't bring her down because Matthew could see her. He was so kind to her. He understood how she felt. As long as he stayed by her side she would stay happy. To her delight, Canada came into the conference room. He sat in his usual spot next to her. "Hello Canada!" He didn't respond. "Canada?" Once again, no answer. "MATTHEW!" Final