Essays in Existentialism: Thanksgiving

Could you write one about a family thanksgiving dinner?

Day 1

The street was filled with bright yellow and orange leaves, burning bright against the deep black of the road. A beautiful sunny day, the leaves fell down like rain, glittering in the late morning light, while the breeze tossed them around, filling the almost dead lawns with another layer to add to the piles. A lone car made its way through the neighborhood, watching the canopy road become a little more bare. 

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Milestones (Slight Jake x F!MC)

Universe:  Endless Summer
Word Count: 2322 (whoops)
Rating: PG
For #ChoicesCreates Week 5, hosted by @hollyashton and @cartoonfanforlife.  The prompt for this week was: “Mirror.”
A picture speaks a thousand words.  But when you’re looking at not a still image, but what’s in front of you, the thoughts could be endless.  You tell your own story, through your own eyes, through your own parallels, and through your own reflection.

Side note: I posted another JakexF!MC earlier this week, and would love to receive feedback for it!  May or not be emotion-packed.  Check it out through this link:  http://ladysansaa.tumblr.com/post/159476264758/let-there-be-light-jake-x-fmc


-6 years old-

You stand in front of the mirror, watching the blonde pigtails that your aunt tied up bob up and down as you sway to the tempo of the pop song playing on the radio.  They were cute, but your costume isn’t.  Your puffy, cyan blue Cinderella dress seems to refuse to move with you, and because of that you groan in frustration.  It’s so itchy, and uncomfortable, you just want Halloween to be over with.  

Your aunt, Rebecca, strolls into your bedroom, tiara in hand. “What’s wrong, love? I don’t recall the part in Cinderella where she throws fits.”  She jokes, but it makes you even more upset.  

You cross your arms, trying to get the point across.  “I don’t like this costume.  It doesn’t look good on me.  I wanted to be cop.  Why can’t I be a cop?”  

“Sorry, love, I couldn’t find a police costume.  Next year, I promise.  And nonsense, you look adorable,” She tuts.  “But, if you insist, I think I might have just the solution…”  Your aunt waves the tiara ecstatically.  “I knew your dress was missing something, so I quickly drove to the store to buy you a crown, fit for royalty!”  

You stand still, arms remain folded, as she gently adjusts the tiara into your hair, careful not to poke you anywhere.  “There.  Now, you’re beautiful, princess.” 

You scoff and roll your eyes.  “I was always beautiful.” 

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Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf

Stiles: “Oouf! Don’t you want to open your present? Not that I’m complaining about the hug but-

Y/N: *Whispers* “I though you forgot…”

Stiles: “I would never forget you’re birthday Y/N, no matter what's happening.

Y/N: “Thank you Stiles, Thank you. I love you.

Stiles: “I love you too birthday girl, now come open you’re present.”  

Essays in Existentialism: FtWD IV

In the dark, there is nothing to see on the water. The sky melds into the ocean and the stars jump from the heavens to the sea, skinny dipping with reckless abandon and no reverence at all for the inevitable eyes upon them. The glow of the lights, the small amount of lantern glow, of solar-powered flashlights, of candles whimpering in the breeze, they all create a dome, create a universe that is impossible to truly gaze out from honestly. They shroud the inhabitants with light and they mask the dark, just a stopgap between the inevitable and stronger night.

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Road Trip - Chapter 2 - AU William Buxton (Tom Hiddleston) Fanfiction Fluff

Road Trip follows modern day Structural Engineer William Buxton, and Biologist Sarah Falls as they present a documentary/fly-on-the-wall TV show road trip along the Grand Canyon to California.

Rated: PG-13 - Romance/Fluff
No Warnings
3400 Words - 20 minute read

Catch up: Chapter 1


Once she’d heard the click of the lock Sarah looked back at Donna;

“That’s Will? You could have told me!”

Donna grinned at her; “Hey, you should have done your research! You could have just checked imdb or googled him you know!”

Sarah let out a huff. Not only was she now sexually frustrated, the object of her frustration was now naked in her shower;

“Ok, you have a point”

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