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Chapter Thirteen: Feeling Good “Birds flying high, You know how I feel, Sun in the sky, You know how I feel, Breeze driftin’ on by, You know how I feel. It’s a new dawn, It’s a new day, It’s a new life, For me, And I’m feeling good. . .” _____ hopped out of bed the next morning and sang to the tune of “Feeling Good” on her way down the stairs to the kitchen. She beamed at Feliciano and Ludwig. “Morning, y’all~!” “Buongiorno, sorella!” “I take it you are feeling better this morning, Fräu?” said Ludwig as he carefully flipped a

Wet and abused... This world is cruel... ______P.O.V. "Why,why?What did I do wrong?So why?"I thought. Here I am a 4 month year old kitten in an alleyway taking shelter under a box from the cold pouring rain. My previous owner treated me like dirt and abandoned me too. Now all I feel like is crying. All the weight of exhaustion and hunger must have tooken a huge toll on me. I lay my small head and body on the hard cardboard. Tears start to form in my (e/c) eyes. Soon tears drop from my face as I mew softly like a baby crying. I can hear the splashing of footsteps on the puddles. Then I heard an unfamiliar voice."That stupid frog, that

“HAHAHAHA YOU DON'T HAVE A BOYFRIEND YOU ARE FOREVER ALONE” a girl yelled. Well damn. She was right. You never have a boyfriend once and you are going to graduate next year. Now every popular girl is going to make fun of you. But you did lie to them that you have a boyfriend once. They didn't believe you, but instead they make fun of you and pair you up with some creepy nerd from your class. You could just shiver from the thought you and him together. Ew...Gross snot from his nose and the weird thing he always said. Damn you want to hurry up and get a boyfriend fast!-- “I wish I could have a sexy boyfriend that can be prote

     “Mystical creatures are everywhere and affect everyone’s lives in different ways. Some are friendly and some are malicious, some are tricky and some just want to be left alone,” the boy sitting beside you said as he lay back in the grass with you. You turned onto your side so that you were facing him and you smiled.  “Do you like being able to see them Lukas?” you asked curiously. The corner of his lips twitched up slightly, the closest to a smile you would get today from Norway. “Sometimes I do. For the most part the ones I know are nice, but there are some creatures that get very attached to people a

Male!Belarus x Reader - Out Of The Blue A/N: Just so you know, the lyrics at the beginning of the section represent Nikolai's (Male!Belarus) thoughts, and the lyrics at the end of the section represent the Reader's feelings. Have you ever had the feeling There must be more than what meets the eye? Nikolai looked out the window, his breath fogging up the window. When he inhaled, the glass cleared up again. He exhaled softly and then inhaled sharply, observing the window in front of him. The tip of his knife was being gently dragged along the windowsill, as the heavy guitar riffs of the music that he liked blasted through the house. Every

    "Go on, pick one!" America laughed, waving the hat under your nose. You sighed. The only reason you'd come to America's party was because Sealand had dragged you here, insisting that the nations would only let him in if he came with someone else, as they didn't consider him a nation. You had grudgingly obliged to your friend's wishes. Now, late at night when most of the countries had left, America was making everyone play Seven Minutes In Heaven or Hell. You yourself had never played this game, and were rather apprehensive. Not just because you were about Sealand's age, which made most of the countries a fair bit older than you either. Yo

~Buon Natale~ *Romano X Reader* 'Drabble #5 from 'All I want for Christmas' series' The female straightened with the bridge of her soft palm the red material on the table,paying extra attention so that not a single wrinkle was present on it.The small dark haired boy gave her snowflake patterned napkins,for which she beamed her best smile at him and started folding them in beautiful Christmas themed shapes. The little boy gaped his mouth in surprise,clapping his hands in excitement as if his mother was using some sort of magic he had never seen or ever heard of. Truth to be told,he thought that his 'madre' was magically making things appear

 I'm the boss. Always boss. I had traveled to Romania in search of a life when I'm the boss and not my father. Sure it was a big moment to leave my home country of Bulgaria and step on the most foreign ground I have ever stepped on…But it was alright. Yeah, because I'M BOSS. What now, Father?! Ha ha! And with plenty of money to back me up, I was able to purchase a castle to live in all by myself. Like a boss. Well, I didn't quite buy the castle, I found it deep in a forest where everyone told me to stay away from or I'd die. Shrug. It was an abandoned piece of housing that needed a lot, and I mean a lot, of cleaning. So after many days

   The warm spring breeze flew past you as you sat on the sidewalk at your bus stop, singing softly to yourself. It was always a simple way to entertain yourself. In the  distance, you saw the bus coming around the corner, so you tossed your book bag over your shoulder and stood up.   When you got to your seat, you received a warm smile from Peter, "Hey (y/n)!" You giggled a little and chatted happily with him until you realized you were at the Italy brothers' stop. Quickly, you glanced out the window only to see the usual, both of them running up the street as fast as they could, trying not to miss the bus.   "I wonder why they don't just

The villa was alive with the music of life this evening. The annual winter masquerade was as festive as ever. The classic Italian manor was decorated from every inch with ribbons and banners. Candles and lamps lit every corner of the entire chateau, so no darkness would intrude on the party's merrymaking. Music drowned out the sounds of the city from where it lay across the sea a mile away—the island was isolated in its own jollity for the night. The salty Mediterranean breeze fluttered past the guests' masked visages like a lover's gentle caress, warm and inviting. The Italian winters were nothing like the winters where she was from&m