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TheatreNerd!RomanoXTheareNerd!Reader'Ohmygodohmygodohmygod ' Your thoughts screamed in nervousness as you walked in mock confidence to the stage. 'Why am I so nervous? It's not as if I have never auditioned for something!' You mentally scolded yourself.TheatreNerd!RomanoXTheareNerd!Reader by ~OctoberNyte
It was fall once again and the fall play had reared its ugly head. You had auditioned for every play and musical offered to you since 6th grade. You'd think that you'd have been cast in at least one play. But, no. Every musical audition had been a success, but not a single play.
'That,' you concluded, 'is why I am so nervous.' You hopped onto the stage expertly, having a lot of practice from the many musicals you have b
HetaliaXReader It Sucks To Be MeHetaliaXReader It Sucks To Be MeHetaliaXReader It Sucks To Be Me by ~lilacgiraffe
Songfic by: lilacgiraffe
You skipped through the apartment complex hall, humming happily. You turned the corner to run into your friend, Kiku.
"Morning, Kiku!" You chirped at your neighbor, beaming.
"Hi (full name)." He sighed.
"How's life?" You ask, cocking your head to the side. Why was your normally moodless friend sad?
"Disappointing." He sighed again, slumping his shoulders and leaning against the wall.
"What's the matter?" You ask, concerned that his fiance, Mei, had left him. They were having some money troubles.
"The art museum laid me off."
Your hand flew to cover your mouth. "Oh, I'm
Morgan FreemanxReader::It All EndsMorgan FreemanxReader::It All Ends by ~SnazzyWriter
Morgan Freeman x Reader
It All Ends
This was it; it was 11:59 pm. Your hands grew clammy as the seconds drew closer and closer… your throat grew dry as you watched the hand tick on the clock. There's no way the world could end today? Why? It was so sudden… so… saddening.
The ground started to shake furiously and the sky was growing orange tint; there was a loud crack that emitted through the sky and what now sounds like an airplane crashing. You sat there on your couch, watching the remaining seconds of Shawshank Redemption.
"Get busy living, or get busy dying."
Tears started swelling in your swollen eyes, threatening to spill as th