sweetnursechapel

Prologue   July 1st, 1976 Upstate New York Today was just a normal day for every other child. For Rhondella it was two things. 1) it was her seventh birthday, 2) Her Uncle Howard had promised her a very special type of birthday present. She had been very excited as the morning light peaked into her window. She had been awoken by the familiar, but not completely unwelcomed weight that was her younger cousin Anthony. The smell of blueberry waffles wafted through the air and she could hear Edwin humming one of his favorite classical tunes while he worked. “C’mon, C’mon Rhonda! Today’s the day! Dad’s taking us to h

The Secret admirer (Spock X Reader) Imagine…  It’s almost time for Prom. You and your friends are really excited about it even if you don’t have dates. That of course doesn’t stop you from having a crush on a certain handsome, Vulcan-Hybrid in your English and Biology classes. You think that it’s time to give up hope until a week before Prom you start getting little gifts. All of the gifts are marked with one thing. Your secret Admirer. You stood around with your friends in the busy hallway. Of course the conversation was what it always was…Boys, gossip, hottest styles, or the newest movies that had bee

"Find another seat!" His words were filled with anger, a certain fire in his eyes. Bakugou Katsuki was towering over you, the new girl, obviously unaware of your capabilities. Super chaotic, you thought, crossing your arms and looking up at the boy, whose fists were clenched at his sides. You stood up. Exciting! "If you want it that bad, you can fight me for it," you yelled, snarling, getting a sarcastic laugh out of the boy. You growled at this. "Really? And how exactly do you expect to win, Booster-seat?" He asked. You leaned back in your seat, kicking your feet up onto the desk. "I'd like to point out that I'm the perfect height to kne

Tears flowed down [Y/N]’s cheeks as she entered the shack late at night. Nothing that day seemed to go right at all. This only made her feel worse about herself. Careful to be quiet she went upstairs and into the bathroom. She looked at her face, all red and puffy, in the mirror. Why is it everything went wrong when she needed it right the most? Thinking of the events only made her sob harder. “You alright in there?” Stan’s voice could be heard on the other side of the door. “I’m fine,” she choked. [Y/N] turned on the sink and tried to wash the streaks off her face. “You don’t sound fin

I hesitated to go down to the basement. I knew I should apologize for being difficult. He was just trying to help, but he shouldn't have gotten upset like that. My journey down there was not for the sake of rolling over and showing my belly to him. There was something off in the way he spoke. He clearly wanted to say something important, but he didn't. That was why I was going down there. I needed to know. I leaned against the doorway that led to the steps. So much has happened. This basement had almost no use until recent months. It was strange to be thinking about it now. I took a breath. And descended the stairs. I stopped at the second

             "Okay! So what if I strayed from the path a little?" I muttered. It felt like an interrogation that would never end. One question after another, repeating some, some that don't even relate to the situation. No person on Earth would ever understand the workings of Stanford Pines' mind. "'So what?' As if this isn't enough reason!" He held up my hand accusingly. I rolled my eyes to Fiddleford, who was nose deep in some book, leafing through the damn thing for what seemed like the hundredth time. It was no use to plead for help if he wasn't even paying attention. "We don't even know how we should treat it!" Ford threw the statement

Deep in Fiore’s largest forest, there is a field that stretches to the horizon and far beyond. In this golden field lay the dried and lifeless remains of all the flowers in Fiore. It is said that in this dying field that every year, on the same day, every single butterfly on the continent comes to give thanks for the flowers and nectar of the year. In return for mother nature’s kindness, the butterflies remain in the field all day and all night. When the sun finally rises from the hills on the second morning, all the butterflies will departe in a flourish of beautiful color. When the butterflies leave their post on the golden fiel

**Soulmate!AU where the first words you hear them say are tattooed on your wrist.**         "You'd better move out of my way, bitch." A tall, muscular, blond man was standing before you, pretty much blocking the sunlight that had been previously shining down on you. You had been harmlessly playing with a kid that you were babysitting (you being sixteen), and then the man with the lightning scar came up and presumed that you could be told what to do.         "Excuse you, but I was here first, so up yours!" You nodded, proud of yourself, before you froze.  We

Today was going to be a good day! You were driving over to Russia's house to visit Lithuania. He had been your best friend for ages. Him, you and Poland were a dynamic trio. Poland loved taking you shopping and dressing you up, meanwhile, Lithuania would carry the bags. Poland also knew your deepest secret…you had a crush on Lithuania. You pulled up to Russia's huge manor and parked the car. You opened the door to get out, but you didn't see where your hand was. That's right, you slammed the door on your hand and fingers. "OWWW!!!" you hollered in pain and pried the door open to retrieve your injured hand. You examined your injuries. Sever

     I opened the manual and was about to start reading how to start it, when my Mom reached over and grabbed it from my hands. I rolled my eyes and just decided to check the Hetaloid out seeing as once we woke it up, it would be awake and active 24/7. I crouched down until I was face to face with it and I couldn't help but look like a awe struck child. My mom had decided to get me the America Hetaloid and I was curious as to how we would get along. I cocked my head as I looked at his shiny blonde hair, and that funny curl that stuck straight up. His glasses ended up being a little crooked, probably from being moved to my porch. I reached out

“talking”, ‘thinking’ After your purchase you really had nothing much to do before you started classes later next week. ‘hhhhmmm Well that settles I’m going to study a bit’ you thought as you picked up an empty book bag and headed to the nearest public library. Later that same day you came back home with your book bag about to explode along with two piles of books in your arms that would probably make any other average person die in an accident in the first two steps. ‘Waaah~ So much to read so little time, uuuuh where do I start?’ Remembering that you have previously purchased your Hetal

Oh my glob! People have bothered to ask for more! So I continue... Links to other parts in the description. I'm Bleeding Out Colours, Anna Sun. ~ Ludwig looked at her as he set the plates before her. A basket of fresh bread, and cheeses already cut, along with a bowl of thick vegetable soup. Then a small plate with liver wurst, his best recipe, was pushed before her. He watched her eyes widen as she sat there shaking and he wondered how much more pitiful she could have been. "Yeah... I had to go on months with just a few scraps, and my people were dying in the harsh conditions. But I made it through." she said, and Ludwig once more heard