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Reaching through the Fourth Wall
So, possible title, this is from my dream, but I add more filling around the basic theory of the story. As well. May someday become a script for a movie. We'll see.
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Ten seconds exactly. All the time it took for the committee to look over Pierce's proposal. 24 year old trans man trying to make his name in the hall of fame of science. Though to be honest he could care less about titles, what Pierce Wilde wanted was their money. He could engineer something moving from paper within seconds, he loved physics and unbelievably so had a romantic heart. But not right now, no, in ten seconds his dream, his creation that could be the futur- "W
1 Hour Moonlight Tale
Random 1 hour written stories.
This story is Austin's Full Moon.
Enjoy.. I made up this story.
(O) <= picture of a moon..
The smell, it's repulsive, disgusting and yet intoxicating, "What's her name?" I ask as if I don't already know, she looks to taste as sweet as she did last night.
"We don't know yet," the young man on my right spoke, he is my height but could grow taller as he ages, a nice 9 year difference but no one would know. Perhaps I should feel.. older? But I don't feel anything, only hunger, "What kind of monster would do this?" he asks me as I stand here before the dead woman, the monster. Curly brown
Assistant Teacher... Grell x (M) Reader (37)
I only own the story...
My breath is taken and my hands are too heavy to move from these doomed notes... How long have I been crying, how long has my music ached those around me? A chill, a chill of something so icy slices the back of my heart... i-it feels like my heart is falling from my chest... I push from the piano to stand and I fall, my detached heart leaves my chest. "____!" a voice so sweet calls for me, my angel! She captures my heart and places it back in my chest, "Y-your father.." Grell aches to tell me with harder tears than mine... a pause of my life... a stick, end to end shows my good and bad... m-my stick just broke in
Grell x(M) Reader: Diary of thoughts, and love? 13
Entry 68: April 29 1890, England Reaper Realm, Reaper Society Building.
I arrive an hour late to work, my attire being more professional than usual. Dress shirt, vest, slacks, Grell would be proud, I hope. I walk to my desk a smile on my face that never use to be there, but there is something else odd in the day other than my tardiness. Stacks of papers on my desk, I've never taken on more than a few new reapers at a time. I stop at my desk and look over everything, these weren't what I thought they were. 50 of my reaper clients have resigned from my services, within each vanilla folder there was hate message as well. "odd.." I say to my
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