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You're always wanted A Hunter Hayes fan fic Pro-1Prologue– another Moment in life
I was just an everyday girl but why would he pick me. I was nothing special as far as I could see. I wasn’t that pretty I thought that one day in life. I am not the coolest; I would think that I would rank myself to everyone else. I am not famous, not popular, not pretty, not cool and not special. But why would he pick me. As far as I could tell he knew I never had a boyfriend. But why was I so special with him? Why was every time he came around me it was special and magically? I am wanted? I am wanted. I would be smiling at this moment if he wasn’t leaving me for a tour. I guess it would be the rainy season as he would call it. Because all this was a moment in my life I could never ever forget. I was wanted by him the guy named Hunter Hayes wanted me. Hunter Hayes wanted me. I wanted him for so long I was just too blind to see I was wanted all this time.
A horses ViewA horse’s view
Down this long path we walk on, lie’s a meadow of love and joy
Please let me die there.
My life is over and gone.
Please remember the times of,
Shows and trail rides,
With you and me together
With you on my back and the smiles on our faces
Please remember me like an old picture. The tears you cry are for me
but please remember me
Every time you ride, please smile and don’t cry, I love you for saving me, I thank you.
Please don’t forget our life as one.
Reality is a lovely place.Down a street. Two cats lived down the street they were the bested friends. "Hi Rose!" A brown tabby cat walked down along the fence. "Hi Reed!" Rose the strawberry cat, meowed. Rose jumped the fence where Reed was. "So what's up with the house folk?" Rose asked. Oh Rose if only you knew how much I want to leave to the forest. Reed though. "Reed?" Rose asked As Reed was look out to the forest. "I would love to leave." Reed sadly. "Oh but where would you go?" Rose asked. "To the forest!" Reed smiled at her. "Really? Don't you know what's in there?" Rose said surprised. "Rose will you come with me?" Reed asked. "Yes of course but I don't want to leave my owners." Rose said looking at Reed. "Rose I love you and if you don't care about me I'll leave by myself." Reed jumped off the fence to the forest. Rose looked surprised. "You love me?" Rose jumpe
The photos THE END
"Well boys how's it going?" The hosted asked "Good!" We all smiled. "So What`s it like to be in Montana?" He asked "Fine!" Liam smiled. "So Whos single?" He asked Liam and Niall raised their hands. "Wow just you two!" He said. "So Zayn How`s your Girlfriend." He asked me. "She`s fine." I smiled. "And Louis?" He asked "Fine as well." Louis said. "Oh and Harry?" He asked "Great." He smiled. "So It`s must be hard not seeing your girlfriends." He smiled as he asked. "Yes it is." Louis said. "So where are your girlfriends?" He asked. "Mine is in The UK and so Is Zayn`s." Louis said again. "Zayn is this you're Girlfriend?" He was holding a picture of Katie! "Mmm...?" I said. "Yeah!" Harry said happily. We all started to look at him. "She greatly a head of the curve." He asked "She must be something in the UK." he laughed. "Okay any ways. Louis is this your girlfriend?" He asked "Yeah!" Harry said again. As I saw he was holding
The Photos ch. 1
I guess I would be a lone for the summer. I was Thinking as I rolled out of Bed. Sarah had broken up Niall and Moved to Texas for the rest of her life. Taylor and I moved in together and moved closer to our school. One Direction was going around the world. Taylor left to see her aunt for the whole summer. Her dad and my mum were on a honey moon in Mexico. So truly I was a lone for the whole summer. "Rrrrr... I guess I am going to go down to the coffee shop." I rolled out of Bed and grabbed some jeans and a tank and my sweet Zayn`s Jacket. I started to run out of the house. To get a coffee
I and my mom had just moved to London England over the summer. Me and my Mom where at the coffee shop. I started to wonder if I would see One Direction or Zayn`s Girlfriend or even Louis`s girlfriend. I was a big fan of One Direction, even If I can date them, I was almost Zayn`s girlfriend`s age, but just a little under
Please love me chapter 8 1 Hour later.
"Okay, let`s do a Selena Gomez song." I put in. "Stop and erase!" Taylor put in. “1, 2, 3!" My brother cried. "You think you know me so well. You put me down it builds you up. You’re kicking me around, You just can`t get enough!" Taylor and I sing out.
2 hours later.
"Okay I think we are done now!" Taylor said. "Oh I got a Text from Zayn!" I smiled.
Zayn: Hi babe. Are you at home?
Me: No babe. We were practicing in our band. We are at Taytay`s house.
Zayn: Oh! Sorry I didn`t know!
Me: No no! We are done.
Zayn: Oh okay. Liam is calling me.
Me: No. I want to see you.
Zayn: I have too. Yes I want to see you to
Beneath Her Beautiful"I'm a tailor," he told her, when they first met. "A dressmaker, too." He knew it wouldn't catch her attention the way a doctor or a CEO might, but his passion was what got them all interested in the end. When she asked about his work, he played up the sensory aspect - the sight of a newly created outfit; the fresh scent of his fabrics and the sheer artistry involved. He talked, too, about the pleasure he found in spotting the imperfections beneath the outer beauty.
By the time he got to his customary pick-up line, the one he'd stolen from a popular song, she was already pretty taken in. He stole her breath when he asked her to show him the imperfections she hid.
He hummed as he manipulated his instruments, scissors making small cuts here and there. The tapestry he was creating would, he knew, be a masterpiece. Like a surgeon, he made precise snips that allowed for a perfect edge.
Everything was just right, and as he pulled her skin away from the muscles below, he sang happily to h
The Amulet"The date is April 10th, 2014. I am here with Tyler Deadlox, Jason Truth, Jerome Acceti, Mitch Huges, Quintin Kipz, and Ian Sundee. They are all room mates who have faced some...supernatural experiences. Would one of you care to tell us what happened?"
A teen with long brown hair and headphones shuffled in his seat and began. "Well...it started when we bought a new home. The old one was too small to hold a group of six. This one was large, had amazing usage of space, and didn't cost nearly as much as the others we looked at. It seemed...well perfect."
"Jerome!! Hand me the other box!" Ty called after he finished placing a lamp on his desk.
"That's the last one for your room dood!" Jerome called back as he walked by his door.
Ty laughed and dusted himself off. He looked at his new room and sighed. It was a new start for all of them. Him especially. Away from his hometown and family for the first time. It was hard, but it had to happen sometime. Ty snapped out of his tho
She Died Happy Hands are wrapped tight around my neck. A cold blade lightly travels along my veins as if to tell me that the path to my future is slowly narrowing. My blood pumps rapidly despite my careful breathing. I savior the idea that my blood can feel free, at least giving it the illusion that it's running away. But again, my thoughts and the red liquid of my body are brought to a shocking stop as pressure begins against the pulse of my neck.
I felt the edges of my lips slide up towards the crinkles of my eyes as blitz of sharp pain shot through my body. Even if those hands were away from my neck, I'd still feel breathless. Within seconds, my mind was lost - dreaming of the unscarring cuts that will be leftover on my soon-to-be lifeless body. The reaction if in some future my grave were to be dug up, and the look that would become me were to be found. How would the mortician handle my mangled body? Would he or she leave it be, and keep the smile I shall soon die with?
Surviving Hell Oh, darling - take my hand! Welcome to the new world, our home - your new home! First though, dear, take caution and careful where you stare. It's better if your gawking eyes glare at my own, than to the flames that shall blind you from ever seeing the look that warns you now. Oh and darling, don't listen to the dares when some others as they try and convince you to look up to the stars. Especially the serpent - he began it as his test. But those stars above, they'll put you in a little trance that you may know best as "comatose". Oh no, dear- don't walk away! Trust me, just take my hand and I'll promise that if only of us makes it through - it'll be you.
Broken, Beating Heart There were rhythmic thumps at her door. It wasn't quite the sound of knocking, but she knew there must be something there. She stood and walked to the front door, glancing through the peephole. There was nothing but the gaseous elements of air existing upon the concrete stairs. Still, the sound continued - not worsening, yet promising no end.
Fear began in the bit of her stomach, and so she called up her ex-boyfriend. The only person she recently felt close to that still cared enough for her to drop anything and come to her door. Her cell rang into her ear for thirty-two seconds. Voicemail. She didn't bother to listen to his words before leaving her own. If only she knew the amount of regret she'd later feel.
With no other idea left but to rely on herself, they glanced one more through the door. She opened just a creak - and the sound of thumping increased immediately. There was nothing within her field of vision that revealed anything. Her mind p
Rising Like SmokeRising Like Smoke
Darkness rose from seemingly nowhere like smoke
From the junction of the backstreet and Darkwood Road in municipal Arkham, Massachusetts, where most residents believed to be uninhibited, the darkness suddenly and mysteriously rose like a heavy blanket of smoke from an enormous bonfire. In fact, there was neither fire nor smoke; but someone or something was summoning the darkness. To be exact, the residents were too scared to investigate the junction, fearing very dark evil. There was a rumor that someone was reading from the black book.
"I swear to ya, someone has got that black book "Necronomicon"."
"You may be right. Darkness don't rise like smoke from anywhere."
They were both right, actually. Someone hid in the backstreet and recited something from Necronomicon to create that darkness. That happened at 5 pm, hours before real darkness fell. Eventually, when real darkness came, it mingled with the spell. Everyone in that side of the town locked door and
The Day the Clouds Turned to StoneThe day the clouds turned to stone, the world was filled with shadows. We crowded the streets and looked up, and upon seeing the monsters floating high above, we darted back into our homes, fortified our roofs. Airplanes that had been skimming through clouds at that inopportune moment were frozen in the sky, the passengers mummified.
There was no rain for a hundred days. It became a common sight to see people clawing at each other over access to wells. Our throats parched, we thought it could not get any worse, but that was before the clouds dropped to Earth and made tunnels right to its fiery core.
Into the DeepLena was playing in the forest when she heard the call.
It sounded like singing, or maybe weeping. It was one of the most beautiful sounds she had ever heard. It slithered through the trees like silver, or crystals, or stars: a melody she knew at once, as though it were engraved in her heart, although she couldn't think where she might have heard it before. And she had certainly never heard the beautiful voice before. She would remember it if she had; she was sure of that.
She followed the voice as though it were a thread or a veil, a thing she could pick up and roll into a ball as she traced it to its source. It led her away from the path, over hills and flowers and babbling brooks, in between the trees. It led her to a dark place in the forest where everything was green and wet and mossy, except the mushrooms that sprouted from the trees and the ground. It led her downwards, into a cave, into darkness.
She remembered to be afraid, then, for a moment. Not of the voice – how coul
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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