Sir Chillius Penguinnytis: A Rainbow Away by SkielaTDS, literature
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Sir Chillius Penguinnytis: A Rainbow Away
Adventures of Sir Chillius Penguinnytis: A Rainbow Away.
The story goes that if you follow a rainbow until the end, you’ll find a pot of gold, does it not?
Wrong.
It’s only known to a select few who bothered, and had entirely good intentions, that there is no pot of gold, but instead a little, human-sized dinosaur. Yet, to anyone with bad intentions, who were greedy and wanted the gold for their own gain, there would be nothing there.
Who knows what methods of exploitation they’d use if they found the world’s last dinosaur?
Hundreds of humans must have tried it since the pot of gold rumour, but Sir Chillius Penguinnyti
2 || Cats || Loving Titus Alexius by SkielaTDS, literature
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2 || Cats || Loving Titus Alexius
{2/15}
"Hey, Titus! Come over here for a second, I have a surprise for you!"
Walking up the street towards your friend, you called out to him, and waved when he turned to face you.
"Ah, Kaylyn! I was wondering where you went, hold on!"
Smiling, the blonde jogged over to meet you, where you took his hand with one of yours and, much to his surprise, covered his eyes with your other.
"Kaylyn?"
"Just trust me! I found something for you just down the street."
It was a short walk down to the 'surprise.' As soon as the both of you stopped walking, you uncovered his eyes and let go of his hand.
"Ta daaaa!"
And, almost as if on que, the little white
1 || Nightmare || Loving Titus Alexius by SkielaTDS, literature
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1 || Nightmare || Loving Titus Alexius
{1/15}
"Kaylyn, please wake up!"
Titus, your roommate, stood by your bed, shaking you by the shoulders as sobbing shook your whole body. Tears pushed their way through your closed eyes.
A nightmare.
"Kaylyn!"
You jerked awake, your first sight being the worry written all over Titus' face, however blurred by tears it was.
"Oh, thank god," he whispered, pulling you closer so he could hug you. "You were screaming and crying.."
Gently, and slowly, your arms found their way around him, and you hugged him back.
"I... lost you... You, and Sphintus, and Aladdin.. You were all fighting something.. then you were.. gone.." You whimpered, burying your
AUTUMN : September 12th 2016 || CHAPTER 1 || TTS by SkielaTDS, literature
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AUTUMN : September 12th 2016 || CHAPTER 1 || TTS
notes: the picture in this chapter is an alternate cover my friend (coughcoughWords-Of-Fate, she's pretty cool you should go check her out- no i'm not sponsored ;-;(xD)coughcough)made after my cover intrigued her.
11:35 AM
Breaktime
School Library
"It's been ten minutes, Elaine. No one else is going to show up, so just face it."
In a spare classroom off the side in the school library, a small group of.. let's face it, weirdos, had gathered together to form the new and original Tea Squad.
Elaine Hitch, the overly exciteable, dark haired and rosy cheeked girl; one of the two leaders. She was the one who had given the announcement in the assem
The Tea Squad || Original Fiction
• Cover by me •
What can go wrong when someone starts a 'Tea Club' at school?...
Well, let's just say, now it's a school rule that spilling tea won't go unpunished.
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Warnings here, this story is about cults, murder, demons and the like. Don't read it and go getting all pissy, because if you ain't gonna like that sort of stuff then I've already warned you. Adios, mi putas!
Autumn, 2016 || PROLOGUE || The Tea Squad by SkielaTDS, literature
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Autumn, 2016 || PROLOGUE || The Tea Squad
"And that concludes this week's assembly! Unless there are any more announcements...?"
The start of September, the start of a new school year. The whole Year 9 year group sat bored in the assembly hall, wanting already to go home and have another half term holiday.
Wait, did I say the whole year group?
"Ooh, ooh!" One of the students shouted, excitedly raising their hand and standing up. "I have an announcement!"
The head of year nine looked over at them, seemingly unimpressed.
"Meet up in the library at break time to join the new Tea Squad!"
Chapter Four || Elizabeth || TTIHTG by SkielaTDS, literature
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Chapter Four || Elizabeth || TTIHTG
mi putas: (Spanish) my bitches
"Breakfast's ready!" I heard Sinbad call out as I entered my room to get changed myself. I started to change into an outfit for the day, while the others probably started to sit at the table and eat.
As soon as I buttoned up the last button necessary on my plaid shirt, I dramatically kicked open the door to see-... That everyone had already finished eating and were ready to set off to the main building.
With an overdone sigh, I grabbed the plate of food I hadn't managed to eat and shoved it into the fridge, to eat later, before picking up my bag and joining the others.
"We all have the same timetable this year,
Chapter Three || Silent Guide || TTIHTG by SkielaTDS, literature
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Chapter Three || Silent Guide || TTIHTG
I woke up, in my bed. The room was dark, and it took a while for my eyes to adjust before I noticed someone stood at the end of my bed. It was hard to notice, but he seemed to be smiling down at me. I stayed silent and unmoving, but he didn't. He moved to the side of the bed and knelt beside it.
"Y/N."
The voice was somewhat familiar, but I continued to stay silent and looking up at where he once stood.
"Y/N, you need to find out what's going on. And the key to finding that out... you know..."
My vision and hearing blanked out, and when I woke up again, I was alone in my room, with the sun shining through the thin, leopard print curtains.
I
Repetitive Cycles
My hands reach for the cup of tea on the desk in front of me, eyes glued to the screen covered in words I had written with thoughts of words I was yet to write.
But time seems to slow, when my thoughts change from words to life; the future.
My future.
All I can see is a repetitive schedule.
A repetitive schedule of work, free time, sleep, work, free time, sleep...
Quite like now.
Because I reach for the cup of tea on the desk in front of me, I drink, and I put it back down.
I type, before taking the smallest of breaks to think about my next choice of words.
And then I reach again for the cup of tea, I drink, and I pu