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cookies tea and One Direction: the masquerade ball
Cookies, tea, and One Direction
The Masquerade Ball
Hi! I'm Taylor Cowell, I have a twin sister named Anne. We're both the step-daughters of Simon Cowell. He adopted up when we were only 9. we're both 16 now.
"Taylor did you hear?" My friend Cathrin asked
"no what" I replied
"There's going to be a Masquerade ball! you and Anne are invited!" my other friend Casey said. They are so...inseparable.
"a ball!?!?! HELLS NO!!" I yelled
"Yea there's NO WAY me and Taylor are going to some ball!" Anne added
"oh you two are going, it's a party for one direction" Dad (Simon) said.
"Ugh! you always act like they're your kids! Your planning parties for them but you never planned a party for mine and Taylor's sweet sixteen?! That's cold even for you!" Anne yelled
"Yea! Everyday you plan parties for them, get them presents, and do anything for them. but for us you do nothing! if you hate us so much then fine!" I yelled.
"STOP IT! BOTH OF YOU!" Dad yelled "I wasn't going
The Panic Room (A Supernatural One-Shot)“Dean…? Dean?”
The name felt like lead on Sam’s tongue, so thick and heavy that he wasn’t sure if the syllable had actually made it past his lips.
The only reason he was aware of something cutting into his neck was the trail of red that was marking a small pathway against the stark fabric of his shirt. The dark suit and tie that usually accompanied the white-collared look were missing, but he couldn’t remember why.
His brother’s name seemed to drop soundlessly into the dark space before him. Everything felt heavy. Dull. Maybe he was dreaming.
But dreams shouldn’t smell of dust and abandonment. They shouldn’t be framed by cobwebs and wallpaper so aged that their floral design has faded into funeral bouquets. They shouldn’t have flickering candlelight and robed figures looking down on you.
No, dreams shouldn’t be like that.
But Winchesters don’t have dreams. They have nightmares. Sam smile
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