Une Nouvelle Famille filler 2 by sings4life, literature
Literature
Une Nouvelle Famille filler 2
Antonio came back for the twins around midnight. Francis shuffled to the door and opened it, covering a yawn with his hand.
"Antonio. How are they?" he asked as he ushered the younger into the house.
"Both are sore. They're sleeping now, so they should be feeling better tomorrow. Ludwig's memory is still gone," Antonio said. He stifled a yawn of his own. "Where's Feli and Lovi?"
"They are asleep in the spare bedroom. Come, I'll show you." The two moved quietly down the hall to the room. Francis eased the door open. One of the twins shifted. Francis led Antonio closer to the bed. Francis leaned over the closer twin, who blink
On the day the social worker was to arrive, Francis spent the morning running around the house, nervously cleaning anything he could get his hands on. Arthur finally got him to stop by forcing him to take a shower, and then by telling him to make lunch or else Arthur himself would do it. Francis quickly retreated to the kitchen and stayed there until there was a knock on the door. Francis came out of the kitchen, wiping his hands on his apron as Arthur answered the door.
"Hello, I'm looking for Mr. Bonnefoy and Mr. Kirkland?"
"I'm Kirkland," Arthur said. "Please come in." Francis turned to busy himself in the kitchen, suddenly re
Thorn smiled as he watched his King play with the children. He took a sip of his drink, hiding his expression as the older bee looked over. King Vaas smiled and urged the children to go play somewhere else. Thorn looked back over as the children obediently ran off. King Vaas met his eyes and walked over around the chair. He sat between Thorn's splayed legs and leaned in to kiss him. Thorn met the kiss with an equal passion. He held out his glass and a servant took it from his hand. He put his arms up around the King's neck and held him closely. Vaas put his arms around Thorn's waist and drew back to look at him. Both smiled at each other.
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Unusual Behavior 1: America by sings4life, literature
Literature
Unusual Behavior 1: America
Everyone that knew Alfred F. Jones knew him to be loud, reckless, foolish, and a variety of other things. He loved hamburgers, his bomber jacket, and playing the hero. He was known for showing up late to meetings, sometimes in scruffy attire and always proclaiming that the hero had arrived. He liked proposing ridiculous ideas about stopping global warming and often started rambling about aliens. One could definitely say that he was a spontaneous person, when being nice. So no one expected the manner of his arrival one particular September morning.
The door to the meeting room was pushed open five minutes before the meeting was to start, and
I'm sorry.
What you said hurt me.
But I'm sorry.
I can't control this one emotion.
Anger. Frustration. One and the same.
It has popped up all too often lately.
I'm sorry about that.
Sometimes I feel like I'm losing you.
I hate that.
I can't bear it.
The words I write get blurry.
Because of the tears in my eyes.
We haven't talked for twenty four hours.
The last words I said
They weren't nice.
I was angry.
I'm still upset about it.
But I'm such a coward.
I can't bear to actually say this to you.
It hurts too much.
No one knows what happens in my head.
How easily I get frustrated or angry.
I'm to
He was sitting on his front porch, beer bottles scattered on the steps and ground around him, another half empty clutched in his hand. He was staring at his knees sadly. He looked up as a car zoomed down the street, music blasting from the speakers. He watched it disappear around the corner, the song it had been playing running through his mind. He took another drink from his beer.
"Don't worry about a thing 'cause every little thing is gonna be " He threw the bottle away from him and had the satisfaction of hearing it shatter on the sidewalk, before he broke down sobbing into his hands. Nothing was going to be alrig