Tag "Fluff" - Works and Original stories

The story of how our guys went to the beach and Jax and Ragata almost drowned each other.

The main character Savisa arrives at a summer camp called "The Four Elements". In the evening, she notices a strange light coming from the forest. When she arrives, she notices a strange tree and 3 girls. Approaching the tree, it glows brighter, and the girls faint. When they woke up, they discovered that they had abilities. It came as a shock to them. Why exactly did they get these powers? They don't need a powers. Or do they?

New Year - It's a time of wonders and magic. Even for authors;)

It sounds cynical, but it's true. although I would like to see a close person among all these colorful heads, constantly scurrying back and forth, who would laugh, pat me on the back a couple of times and go outside for a smoke, leaving behind a bunch of screaming teenagers. but it won't happen. But the eyes behind the purple hair will take you back in time, a little later, but give you a strawberry kiss...

"Love buys everything, everything is saved. If I, a sinful man like you, have been moved by you and pitied you, God is even more so. Love is such a priceless treasure that you can buy the whole world with it, and you will redeem not only your own, but also other people's sins" ©(The Brothers Karamazov, Fyodor Dostoevsky)

Night City is the city of dreams. It knows the dreams of all its residents, young and old. It knows even the craziest dreams, and even those tucked away in Watson, in a dim basement of one humble ripperdoc.

Aunties told Aurora to never talk to strangers. But this rule is very difficult to follow when, in the middle of the night, a man in black appears at her window, introduces himself as the Pretty Bird she has known all her life, and asks to follow him somewhere to get her tenth birthday present. And to keep it all a secret.

Maleficent notoriously has little skills (or patience) for small talk and flattery. Diaval, on the other hand, seems to have a silver tongue, a real gift of gab. "Just like the Blarney Stone," he said — whatever he meant by that...

Bending over his ash-covered face, she knew she was really seeing him for the first time.

—I love you, Kamado, my boy...

they run away to the field, they have fun. (c)

Colette will never forget this day...

The stars were falling, making the sky brighter, and this gave me hope.

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.

-Shall we go on a date? - Kim Seokjin, I'm telling you for the thirty-eighth time, no, I'm not going on a date with you.

"We need to fight with our complexes, and not wait for everything to pass by itself." These words were said to her by Seokjin, unfortunately, many, many times.

You are my happiness... Felix... Your name means happiness, doesn't it? — Ignoring his prolonged silence and the convulsive movement of his neck, the guy, who had gathered courage and was mad from the feelings overwhelming him, continued: — You were like a star in the sky for me, you were always there... Felix... I love you to the core, happiness.

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.