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Jack Overland: Chapter FourJack Overland: Chapter Four by ~blue-raindrop
It was a particularity hot and humid day in Jack's little village. Even baby Emma had realized this, expressing her displeasure by wailing and crying.
"Jack, would you go down to the river and fetch some water?" Asked his exhausted mother, trying to shush the baby.
"Yeah I guess so," Said Jack, shoving the marbles he'd been playing with in his pocket. He didn't really want to go outside, but at least he would be able to go to the cool river.
Before leaving, he snatched up a little pail that his family kept by the door. Jack sighed as he stood outside, mentally complaining about the heat. He began to walk at a hurried pace, want

Jack FrostxReader: Winter Kiss You never really liked visiting your grandparents' cabin in the mountains. It was dusty, creaky, and always smelled of cheap vanilla air freshener mixed with a stuffy, moldy scent. However, you loved your grandparents, so you agreed to go visit them with your parents.Jack FrostxReader: Winter Kiss by ~blue-raindrop
Yet, the fact that you loved Grandma's potato soup, and Grandpa's campfire stories wasn't the only reason you came. Up in the mountains, snow continued to fall even in late spring. The area where you lived very rarely got snow, and you enjoyed the beauty of a light blanket of white covering the roof of the cabin and forest ground.
So there you sat, by the windowsill in the spare bedroom, looking out into a wonderful world of white, the faint sound of a joyful conversation coming from your open door. The snow had just stopped falling, and the sun was peeking out from the clouds, inviting you to come outside. A small smile spread across your face as you drew away f

The Girl With 100 NamesThere goes the girl with 100 names,The Girl With 100 Names by ~blue-raindrop
walking off into the world with nothing but fear.
What do they think of her outfit today?
Does she even fit in here?
In front of her are unfamiliar faces,
that blaze with judging eyes,
but what they say behind her back,
might come as a surprise.
She's pretty, she's smart,
I love her sense of style,
cute, adorable friendly,
with the most heart-warming smile.
She's darling, she's talented,
with a voice like sweet honey,
bright-eyed, pink-cheeked,
lovely, beautiful, sunny.
She's got so much potential,
she's keen and bright,
her seemingly lonely eyes,
possess a sort of light.
She's encouraging she's funny,

I'm So TiredI'm so tired of crying,I'm So Tired by ~blue-raindrop
I'm so tired of loving,
I'm so tired of dying
inside my soul each day.
I'm so tired of hoping,
I'm so tired of dreaming,
I'm so tired of imagining.
It will never be real anyway.
I'm so tired of falling,
I'm so tired of failing,
I'm so tired of walking
when love is so far away.
I'm so tired of wishing,
I'm so tired of searching,
I'm so tired of remembering
those beautiful things you used to say.
I'm so tired of bleeding,
I'm so tired of yearning,
I'm so tired of living
in a world that's grey.
But most of all I'm tired,
of being the person I am,
I'm tired of my mistakes,
I'm tired of my broken heart.
I'm just so ti

They Called Her UglyThey called her uglyThey Called Her Ugly by ~RushGalaxy
and she screamed that she was beautiful
because that is what she believed
and They screamed twice as loud
and They left a small scar on her arm that was
big and red and bright
for all to see.
They called her ugly
and she yelled that she was beautiful
because that is what she thought she was
and They yelled three times as loud
and They left a bigger scar on her other arm that was
big and red and bright
for all to see.
They called her ugly
and she said that she was beautiful
because that is what she hoped
and They just said it louder
and They left a scar on face that was
big and red and bright
for all to see.
They call
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