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FOREVER - Alphabet Oneshot ChallengeBecause Days Come And Go,
But My Feelings For You Are Forever…
Because Days Come And Go,
But My Feelings For You Are Forever…
Oh Great. Here he was again.
Maxwell Ryder found himself waking up on the cold hard pavement, a green glass beer bottle still clenched in his hand. Still laid out on the ground how he’d passed out after being kicked out of the club. Again.
It wasn’t healthy for this late teenager, almost in his twenties now. But Maxwell Ryder didn’t care. He was young, he could still throw his life away for a while. The reputation that he had as a bad boy didn’t bother him. If they hated him here in Long Island, then let them hate him.
It was only now that he realised that he was bleeding. A dull, numb pain in the palm of his left hand, a little broken bottle glass from last night’s bar fight being the prime suspect. Again, nothing unusual. Broken glass had a habit of cutting people open if it came into contact with it. A little
EXCELLENCE - Alphabet Oneshot ChallengeHe adjusted his suit once more, making sure he looked good. Making sure he kept up to the level of excellence expected.
Tonight was Hall Of Fame.
The day before he’d headline Wrestlemania, the biggest night on the WWE’s calendar. But tonight was the Hall Of Fame. The night that everyone on the roster dressed up, scrubbed up, and watched the greats get inducted into the Hall Of Fame. Listened to the pep talk. And appreciated them.
Now he was a loner. He didn’t like all this dressing up. Sure, he appreciated the greats. His father was one of them, already inducted into the Hall Of Fame. One day it was likely he would be inducted. He was a nine time world champion, after all. He was a crowd favourite. And he loved what he did. But he disliked the dressing up…
A moment or two later, he could feel himself being hugged from behind, and relaxed a little.
“It’s you, Rey…” he smiled for a moment.
It never bothered him so much when Rey wa
A Life Behind The Camera Lens - 19
It’s been a couple of days that Rox has been hanging around AJ, and to be quite honest, I don’t know what’s going on. I feel a little hurt. My girlfriend is hanging around a girl that’s humiliated her in front of the world, acting like a… sick maid? I don’t know. I’m confused too, AJ hasn’t been hanging around Dolph, Big E or Wade like she normally did. Mostly it’s just been Roxie and AJ. And AJ hasn’t even been her normal, annoying… self. She seems worried about something. I do hope that they’re both alright…
The final straw came when I saw AJ with all her bags packed, she looked like she was ready to go somewhere… and Roxie was with her, checking she was alright. That was it, I wanted to know what was going on. Nobody else was leaving yet, so why was she? And there appeared to be something final about her leaving, I didn’t quite get it. And there was no Dolph, no Wade, no Big E… what
A Life Behind The Camera Lens - 17
I slowly awoke to the sound of her voice, smiling the morning light spilling through the crack in the curtains of my hotel window. That pretty British accent of hers, her soft little voice. I could feel her running her fingers through my hair. She pecked my forehead, perched on the edge of the bed. I like this dream. My girlfriend appearing in my dreams is good. She was perched on the edge of my bed, her hand worming its way into mine. I like dreams where she’s in them.
“Sheamus…” she called softly, stroking my hair.
I murmured in reply, smiling at the sound of her voice.
“Sheamus…” she spoke again, a little louder.
I fidgeted a little, just beginning to wake. This was really, really early still…
I awoke with a start. That hadn’t been my girlfriend’s voice. But it had indeed been a strong, British accent that had awoken me. That was William Regal, an urgent tone in his voice. By the expression
DIAMONDS - Alphabet ChallengeThere are several kinds of diamond. They’re the hardest naturally occurring substance on the planet. It takes a diamond to cut a diamond.
The ones that most people think of the expensive kind. Crystal clear and expensive as fuck.
Then there’s the industrial standard diamonds. They’re dirty, dirt cheap and also hard as nails. I think they’re the type of diamond used to cut the expensive ones.
Some people use diamonds as a way of describing how much something means to them, something is precious as diamonds to them. How they’re beautiful, and mean so, so much.
Now I like diamonds. They’re pretty. They sparkle and can set off a look perfectly. They can really be the finishing touch to your look, sometimes even the centrepiece. And they are damn precious. There are some girls in the world that would cheat on their partner because they didn’t get a big enough diamond for their birthday. I’m not like that. You only really meet that someone spec
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I awoke the following morning with a smile still stuck on my cheeks. Last night had been amazing. Other than bumping into Regal at the pub, it had gone without a hitch. It had been a little awkward earlier in the day, in that quiet backstage area, where I awkwardly asked her if she did mean that she liked me and I leant in for that first kiss. That had been a little uncomfortable. But it had been worth it for that incident just a few minutes later, where we made out in front of the whoresome foursome, and also that date a couple of hours later… that date was magical, I swear.
Sure, Dolph made a snide comment about what I was wearing and how Roxie for once didn’t look like she’d just been dragged out of a trash can, but that didn’t dull my spirits.
But that kiss… wow. Part of me thinks the lass has taken lessons, she’s really good… wow.
I sat up in bed, the morning light spilling into the room through the partially open window. A new day. A n
CHALKY - Oneshot Challenge.Bright, bright sunlight lit up the Dublin sky, a few chalky white clouds bobbing by. Despite the sun, it was bitterly cold. Nothing unusual, cold weather. The Irish were used to it. But, however, not everyone in Dublin that day was Irish.
Two men stuck out quite plainly in the group of four on the corner, about 300 yards from a shopping market. They both wore bright colours, and were tanned. And neither of them had very thick clothing with them. The Long Islanders were practically shivering. The shortest of the foursome was a redhead, unnatural red, but she was prepared. Coming from just a hop, skip and a jump away, south west England, she was used to the cold… mostly. She was wearing mostly sensible clothing, which did include several layers, and a scarf and gloves. She had worn a hat too, but noticing her two friends from long island, she chose to let one of them borrow that. It wasn’t even ridiculously bright—just a plain, knitted black hat.
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