TheWayLifeShouldBe

I’ll never forget that day as long as I’m alive. I never could have expected a single ride on the bus could have changed my life the way that it did. I met a girl, and no, not in the way that you’re thinking. She was adorable, with big brown eyes that reflected the sun in a way that I’d never seen. Her hair was like fire and she became my greatest influence in a mere two stops. I sat where many had sat before me, on my way home from an evening class at my local university. I had a big dinner waiting for me when I got home, and honestly, I hadn’t been inspired for a really long time. I lost my love for art. I lost

England sighed and took me back home we walked together I rested an arm around him for support. Sometimes I wondered why he hadn’t left me like everyone else. I’ve hurt him more than anyone else I know, more than any country I had even once befriended. He was the man who raised me, so of course he meant a lot to me and I loved him more than anyone else I knew. That’s why one of these days I’m going to tell him how I feel about him; I don’t know when but soon. He went into the kitchen and came back out with a cup of tea. “Why were you out there America?” He asked with concern and gave me the cup. I si

T’was a long time ago, longer now than it seems, in a place perhaps you’ve seen in your dreams. It’s a small peaceful village west of Germany. It’s a small village a population of one thousand; there are two stores and train tracks and animals abound. Everyone around was very cheerful, everything was seemingly perfect, the village was peaceful, and nothing ever happened; however, one year a mistake was made and was paid for in the long run with two lives. The lives of two men, Gilbert Beilschmidt and Roderich Edelstein… there was a time when both men were both cheerful, the happiest in all of Germany. However,

 No one ever set me up for failure, I didn’t even know how to cope with what just happened. “Anastasiya Nikiforov finishing off the Grand Prix Finals with a score of two hundred point six zero.” I had my face in my hands, I was trembling, I didn’t even break the top three with a score that low. “You’re okay Ana, you’ll just work extra hard for next year. We all have bad days.” Viktor said gently. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me, I couldn’t do this, I stood up and immediately fell to my knees. “Nastiya, please stop you need to go to the hospital you fell really hard.”

Germany thought about everything that happened to him. Things he wouldn’t and hadn’t been able to remember ever since he was a boy. That day stuck out like a sore thumb. That day made him hate himself for it more than anything else, more than all of the Second World War. Leaving Italy, he left Italy, The love of his life, and he left him all alone; and all because he went to war with France. He hadn’t ever felt betrayed by family, never until now. Germany hated Prussia for hiding something so important from him. He must have known that he loved Italy, he always had. It wasn’t true he knew Prussia wasn’t a bad guy

How they met Alternate Universe In an Alternate universe Chiara was trying to escape her sister's stupidity and got in her Ford Fiesta and drove off, though since she'd moved to Canada she got caught up in a blizzard when her car broke down in the streets. Matt was on his way back to the city from Visiting Francine and Oliver in the country. He saw the black car in the snow and Al told him to not worry about it, so to piss his brother off, he pulled over and helped her. She abandoned her car in the snow, and got in Matt's Truck. They became friends quickly, until Chiara confessed her love for him, before telling him that she was moving

    I have the feeling Al and the rest of my family don't really understand me anymore. On the off days they do notice me the ones I care about most will tell me to shut up or go away. Sure it hurts a lot but at least they're talking to me... that feels alright you know... They really don't understand at all, I love them even when they push me away, I still love them and I won't stop loving them; but more than anything in the world I don't want to stop being around them. I love having them around me in every second of my day, that's why if I wanna hang out with Al, I'll ask him if he wants to go to a movie, but I'd pay for the popcorn, movie,

Blown Away ~*~*~ Dry lightning cracks across the skies Those storm clouds gather in her eyes Her daddy was a mean old mister Mama was an angel in the ground ~*~*~ You were raised by your father, nothing but a drunk since your mother had passed away a few years previous. He’d never been so horrible; you just wished he’d get better. You wanted everything to go back to the way it had been; when your mom was still alive. It wasn’t until you met a certain light haired boy in your French class. His brown eyes sparkled happily whenever he talked; you were just really entranced whenever you got the chance to work with him on a pro

And now, a word from the writers~ ~VegetasGirl99: Alright so... Umm haha i was going through my computer and i found this story... :\ I read it and i was laughing ma ass off! This story was written 3 years ago by myself and ~Roma-Tomato I know its a terrible story. I read through it and i thought about editing it, but then i said nahhh, i want them to see how stupid this is....   And i mean it would be a okai story if it made sense! Like omg if i were to re write this story it would be so much better! I feel like a retard cause this is so horrible! But i cant take all the blame! Hahah no no! Te-hehe! So as you all probably know, I'm Roma-Toma

This wasn't right, there was no way that this was right. The young noble with midnight blue hair made her way through the mansion in search for her brother and parents. There was no way this was happening. At any moment now, she’d wake up in her bed from a nightmare, and there Ciel would be sleeping beside her. Robyn wept in fear holding her hand over her mouth in an attempt to cease the coughing fit; the smoke tickled her lungs, she cried for help, her silent words echoed on the walls and through the empty corridors. Her knees weakened and the girl fell to the floor. Honestly, Robyn had always hated that; her asthma which already made

I’ll never forget that day as long as I’m alive. I never could have expected a single ride on the bus could have changed my life the way that it did. I met a girl, and no, not in the way that you’re thinking. She was adorable, with big brown eyes that reflected the sun in a way that I’d never seen. Her hair was like fire and she became my greatest influence in a mere two stops. I sat where many had sat before me, on my way home from an evening class at my local university. I had a big dinner waiting for me when I got home, and honestly, I hadn’t been inspired for a really long time. I lost my love for art. I lost