Tag "Care / Support" - Works and Original stories

"I choose Dare," Malfoy said. "I dare you to kiss Granger," Nott smirked at him, sipping Firewhiskey from the bottle.

Doc wanted to go on vacation to a cool christmas party, but came down with a fever.

I dont have family... They kill furries like me... There is no ways to run. Im only seven... Why it all happens? Who will protect me? What should I do?...

There was a hug robot in a quiet corner of the small workshop. Its shiny metal shell radiated a gentle radiance, like stars in a cloudless sky. His large eyes, which were made of delicate glass, flickered like two sad candles burning separation.

Four friends took on a mission aimed at destroying a monster near one of the outposts. Of course, the guys accept this assignment, but something is not going according to plan...

Suddenly, my heart started beating faster, and I hurried to check what was going on. How did they get into our crazy Zone? But when I broke into the house of the first neighbor, something amazing awaited me. A beautifully decorated tree, shining garlands and bright balloons were already hanging on it. But isn't this a terrifying Zone game?

Outside the window, the gray winter covered our small town with a veil of cold. The lines on the glass put their monotonous presence, like poems that contain all the longing and sadness of this winter. The long shadows of the houses stretched down the street like hands trying to touch something that no longer exists.

Or N stories about mafiosi are the most ordinary people.

At the edge of the world, where heaven and earth unite in weightless harmony, a wheat field spread out like a dream that escaped from the eyes of a dreary heavenly inspiration. All that remained of the golden spikelets was only a shadow of their former splendor, like sad memories flowing through the fingers of time.

In a quiet garden, where flowers caress the eye, a rose grew. Her petals, like moments of life, unfolded in a dance with the wind. It was followed by a summer as beautiful and fleeting as the promise of joy.

— My little bird, why aren't you sleeping? — the man asked when he noticed his daughter in the doorway. — I can't sleep. What are you doing? The girl came closer and sat down on the soft carpet. — I'm making gifts for children from an orphanage, my little bird. Look at it! Sergey pointed to a huge pile of different boxes with toy — So beautiful...? Daddy, you are so kind and caring! Kristina was saying, climbing onto his lap, kissing and hugging him. — Tomorrow is the New Year. I have to t

The girl is diagnosed with cancer, and someone orders a murder. Alex has to kill her.... or not

That's easy to say: "You shouldn't keep quiet about tbe problems before it's too late". Yeah, specially if you don't have any panic attack being in the queue in the clinic. Being in the clinic because you already have the reason not to run there immediately, so you make the situation even worse over time. And later you're looking to your shoes feeling ashamed during a strict, but calm and attentive doctor's view is going to eat you up: "Are you afraid of doctors?"

This story is not about love in its usual sense. This story is not only about the original character. This story is about how I try to cover Kishimoto-san's mistakes by adding my own. This story is about what was not revealed in Naruto.

In the shadow of the magic dome that, like an invisible hand of fate, embraced the city, life flowed slowly, like tears on glass. The streets of the city were curved like ancient dreams, covered with the dust of time. The houses rose to the sky like guardians of unspoken secrets, their facades glittering with soft light, giving the impression that in every window there is a story hidden that no one dares to tell.

In the shadow of past dreams, where the stars lay on the horizon, there lived a man whose dream eluded him like a light breath of wind in the midnight silence. Every night he went to bed like a sea of rest, but dreamed of fatigue, of the world that opened only in the arms of weightlessness of sleep.

In the dark sky of my soul, like stars whispering their secrets, a bright planet called "Destiny" flashed. Her light was reflected in my eyes, giving life meaning and filling it with unknown possibilities.

A dead fog bloomed in the gray embrace of the night, like the breath of bygone times. He came like a sad messenger, eclipsing the light of the stars with a misty veil, like a ghost of the past, forgotten in the whirlwind of fate.

In the shadow of sad alleys, between the endless walls of gray buildings, lived an artist whose work was shrouded in the darkness of art. His palette knew only one shade - deep, impenetrable black. It seemed that every stroke of his brush contained inexhaustible grief, longing, the source of which lay somewhere in the very soul of the artist.

In the dark realm of the unconscious, where dreams are born, the hero of my story woke up every night. He was a shadow flying through the stars of his dreams. His creator, the master of this magical theater of dreams, put his soul into each image, gave him wings so that he could soar into the abyss of imagination.