sam561

Perhaps the boarding school that prided itself so much on its perfect students was the most imperfect. Warnings: Throughout the fanfic couples will appear crackship style, if you don't like this style, please avoid reading and/or respect those who like it; Fanfic also posted on Spirit as LittleSam Cover image: unsplash

sam561

Third high school had finally come to an end. Responsibilities were knocking on the newly formed doors and they, in an attempt to escape reality, decide to spend a weekend at a farm, however, they discover that escaping from reality is more difficult than it seems.

Samuya

Cebolinha pega o ônibus e se mete numa fria. Notas: Desculpe: Não tenho certeza se é uma criação minha. Acho que li algo parecido em algum lugar e acabei adaptando para o Cebolinho.

_may2023_

Mônica e Cebola eram conhecidos por uma coisa: as constantes discussões entre os dois. Parecia que nunca conseguiam concordar em nada, mas enfim eles s conseguiram reatar o namoro e construir uma vida juntos. Depois de terem se casado, finalmente tinham encontrado a paz que tanto procuravam. Claro, ainda havia algumas discussões aqui e ali afinal, continuavam a ser eles. Mas tinham aprendido a compreender-se e a enfrentar os problemas lado a lado. Tinham construído uma vida juntos e sentiam que, acontecesse o que acontecesse, conseguiriam enfrentar tudo. Estavam preparados para qualquer desafio que a vida lhes pudesse trazer. Qualquer coisa... menos cuidar de uma criança.

Circo Macabro é uma das minhas histórias favoritas Docônica (TMJ série 1, #80 e #81) No entanto, eu queria que fosse um pouco mais macabra e tivesse um pouco mais de circo :/ Resolvi então fazer uma reescrita do original, colocando mais romance no namoro dos dois, um pouquinho mais de tensão na história e (se tudo der certo) criar uma atmosfera sombria e de mistério. É uma homenagem acima de tudo E justiça ao DC, que não precisava ser comparado ao Cebola a cada duas falas, ou que podia ter mais personalidade do que "não gosto, porque é clichê"

The Tales of One Thousand and One Nights save the young sultana from decapitation and make her too important to die, both for the sultan, her husband and executioner, and for literature. The name of Scheherazade has endured for more than centuries, evoking a story of survival and wonderful love that will never be forgotten. Letters in themselves have the reputation of being items of anxiety: exchanges between two distant correspondents, long and distressing waits... Responses that take too long and do not alleviate longing... If they contained a story that never ends , they would force the recipient to wait for the next one, always wanting more... And if the sender didn't need an immediate response, the longer they wait, the better. You'll have a better chance of success if that's the case... Sending 1001 letters seemed like a good idea. Writing them would require discipline and dedication, but above all time and patience. And what better time to start a costly, agonizing, tedious and practically impossible task than now? What if I told you a love story? One of the good ones? Well, it can't be known, it has to be original so she has nowhere to look other than the letters. It needs to be intriguing, but not fastidious. Neither short nor long... Princesses are always cool, but it's cliché that they end up with Prince Charming. Even worse if they spend the whole story waiting for him. No. It needs to be interesting and crazy enough to hold attention... It can have several cores that overlap, or even end and start others... Yes. To write such a story, I would need to be like Scheherazade, the character who encapsulated the various voices of the East and its wonderful tales. It's beautiful. Like a ghost from several centuries narrating an infinite story, seducing its curious listeners. It would be really cool... However, 1001?! Only a crazy person would agree. But that's how normal people refer to people in love...