Life timeLife is short. It's just like one day. The first hour you were born into the world. Over the next 3 hours you're grown up into a child, spending your childhood like there was no end. Then 8 hours passes and you find yourself dating someone you think you'll marry someday. But that relationship didn't last long. Anyway, you love again, not knowing how long it will last. 2 hours passes and you get married, the next hour you gave birth to your first child. In twentieth hour you grow old and you watch your child grow up into its adulthood. On your twenty-second hour, your child leaves you to live on its own, and on the last hour you peacefully sleep on your way to heaven.Life time by maryenlee
But we all know that life isn't just one day you might live for fifty years, or luckily a hundred years. In another life, you might choose to come back. Another soul, another identity, but the same role. But remember there is only one you. You can't just die and come back as someone else, because that someone else will be
Just One MoreJust One moreJust One More by Julchen-san
Just a cut.
Just a scratch.
"What's that mark.?"
"It was the cat."
Just an excuse.
Just another lie.
"What's with all the bracelets.?"
"Just fashion, why.?"
Just a tear.
Just a scream.
"Why were you crying.?"
"Just a bad dream."
-But it's not just a cut, or a tear, or a lie. It's always 'just one more' until you die
FrancexReader: What You See You watched as the teen passed by, a flurry of whispers surrounding him.FrancexReader: What You See by mikmik121
"He used to live in France."
"Why'd he leave?"
"Heard he got a girl pregnant, came here for a better opportunity."
"Yeah, an opportunity to get another girl pregnant."
"He already got one pregnant."
"He's slept around with every girl in school, I'm not surprised."
"Bet he rapes drunk girls on the weekend too."
He could hear it all. It was as if his entire presence made every girl on edge. It has only been a month since Francis Bonnefois transferred to your school but the rumors about him spread like wildfire.
At lunch, you always saw him sitting alone. In the halls, you simply watched as he went along, smiling as if there wasn't a think wrong in this cruel world. He walked home and had things thrown at him from the seniors. How much could one person even take?
One of the jocks stopped him in the halls, slamming him against the lockers. "I bet you think it's really funny fucking around with my