Walking. A noise. I turn. Nothing.
Nothing behind me. I walk again, then look down. A shadow, of a tall tall man, and tenticle like shadows behind him. He puts a hand on my shoulder, his mouth parting into a gooey demise of teeth. He won't hurt me. He's always there. No one believes me when I talk about him. A tall man, very tall, with no face. I never hear him, but he's here. When I walk in my neighborhood. It's dark and gloomy, storm clouds coming and the kids all inside, fearing the storm. The woods blow with eerie winds. They say something lives there, so old and so ancient. I walk alone, sometimes slow on my road. I look at the grey ski
Bruce x Reader Chapter 3 by Angel-Heart279, literature
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Bruce x Reader Chapter 3
A/N: Chapter three! Thank you all for the comments, the favs and watches. It still needs a proper title though so any suggestions you have as we go along I'm happy to hear them.
You had been doing all your work around the castle for hours while listening to the Beatles singing away and filling the castle with their music. You had even gone into the castle's library and reread your favourite book -(Favourite book)- after all your work and after changing into fresh cloths -a high necked white blouse tucked into a long brown skirt with brown boots- but even that didn't pass much of your time.
So you had taken to heading up the staircase in th
Frosting (ThorxReader) One-Shot by PhoenixAngel7, literature
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Frosting (ThorxReader) One-Shot
A wonderful smell filled the Tower from the twentieth floor you were working in almost all the way to the top. You were in the kitchen doing some baking since you were bored out of your mind. You were listening to your favorite song, dancing to the beat and singing out the lyrics on the top of your lungs. You honestly didn’t care if you looked like a crazed woman since you were alone on this floor. Or at least, you hoped that you were alone.
So far you had made sugar cookies, cake pops, and you were now working on the batter for a vanilla sponge cake. You were mixing the bowl in your hands, looking at the recipe book and occasionally