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Thunder cracked and water streamed over the dark windows and cobble streets as they streaked past your blurred field of vision. I need to get out of this rain! You had been looking for refuge for five days, since you ran away from the cruel conditions of the girls home you'd been kept up in all your life. The indifference to your well-being you had tolerated, but last month marked the first of a series of abuses at the (literal) hands of the bestial matron, and the bruises and taste of blood became too much to put up with. So you ran away. There was no one in the streets-all of the families were safe inside, none of them wanting to venture

Dear Diary, My boss has received letters from Americans in Texas requesting statehood. He has not yet agreed, as a slave state cannot be added without a free state to balance it. Congress and balance, such things I care very little about. Either way, it shouldn't be long now. The state should be added sometime this year. I'm never wrong about these things, meaning I'll be with child soon. I hope I have a boy. North has been wanting another son, and I'll be more than happy to provide him of such. I'm even more excited because this son will be mine, born on my side of the Mason-Dixon. I can see him now. He'll be a strong boy. He'll have his fat

You groaned as you tried, and failed, to reach the box of tissues that sat on the far side of your bedside table. Realizing that you wouldn't be able to reach it without rolling yourself out of bed, you flopped pathetically back onto your pillows. You had awoken about half an hour ago, and you felt like death itself. You were congested beyond belief, and your throat was so scratchy, you were surprised you hadn't coughed up a lung yet. Hearing the beautiful compositions of your Austrian boyfriend, Roderich, floating in from under your door only made it worse, as it reminded you of your failed attempts to get his attention so that he could co

Good Company (Gakuen: Turkey x Ukraine)    “She’s been in there with him all day!” Gupta heard his much taller neighbor whine for what seemed like the thousandth time. The two of them had been posted near the choral room for almost an hour since a now frazzled Sadiq had seen his girlfriend, Sofia, and Eduard enter the tiny sound proof room. The olive skinned young man not so subtly spied through the tiny window of the only way into the Choral Club’s inner sanctum as if he were a lonesome puppy waiting for his master to return home. Gupta merely looked up from his latest edition of Pots & Clay Quarterly and stared bor

Tom was in trouble. Yes Tom, her good little boy. ________ little quiet baby was in trouble at school and for once it wasn’t his brother. Mrs. Stevens, his teacher, was waiting in the classroom. She wanted to see both parents. “Well, Mr. and Mrs. Beilschmidt, thank you for meeting with me today. I’m here to discuss Thomas with you,” “Ja, what is it?” said Lutz looking at his son. He sank lower in his seat. “It’s nothing serious but it has becoming a bit of a problem. He’s a quiet young man, excellent student and has given me no gray hairs, compared to Franz. But lately, he’s been

It was a particularly cold evening. The snow was fresh and light on the ground, and the breeze was nipping at your reddened nose. Unfortunately, your cardboard box and ripped trenchcoat had no effect on the below freezing temperatures. You were going to catch a cold, or even worse, conduct a severe case of frostbite if you stayed outside any longer. However, you didn’t have a choice. You had tried to hold up your small can for change, but it hurt your frozen arms. Of course, no one was generous enough to drop a few pennies in the damn thing anyways. Apparently people didn’t know that Christmas was supposed to be the giving season