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fandomreadaloud · 9 months ago
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@katblu42 thank you for letting me read your fic!
Rippling Path
It's been a while (again) since I've written one of these, and it is a short one for @flashfictionfridayofficial this week.
Fandom: Thunderbirds / Thunderbirds Are Go Warnings: None Word Count: 212
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Gordon was unsure how long he’d been there, gazing at the way the moonlight sparkled on the water, making a broken path from the shore towards the horizon.  It was such a calming scene.  A moment to just breathe and take in the soft glow of the moon rising towards the stars above in the midnight blue, leaving its glittering jewels reflected in the rippling surface of the deep navy below, catching the sheen on the slick surface of black rocks and the hints of white foam.
He was transfixed.  Captivated by the simple beauty of it all.
So, when he felt the quiet approach of a certain flannel-clad brother sidling up beside him he knew he’d been here a little longer than might be expected.
“How do you do it, Virgil?” he asked softly, not wanting to break the spell.  “How do you take something so alive with constant movement and capture it on canvas in a way that makes me feel like I could walk out into the water and dive beneath the broken moonlight?”
Virgil had no words in response.  Just an arm to gently reach around and pull his little brother into a warm embrace, which Gordon leant into, resting his head on his brilliant artist brother’s shoulder.
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fandomreadaloud · 9 months ago
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Heyo!
I'm Penguin (they/them)! I'm trying to get better at reading out loud so I've started reading for fandom/writing spaces. All readings will be in the reblogs of the original fic, by permission, and include credit in the recording itself. Feel free to request your fic!
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all posts will have the fic name, chapter name, and original author username
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asks: #penguinanswers
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Fic Guidelines
I reserve the right to take down a reading or not read a fic for any reason
I can read both English and Spanish, but Spanish is very much a second language so the quality will not be as good
If you are submitting a fic that you want me to read, please do it off anon so that I can see that it's yours. I can respond privately if that's preferred.
If you gave me permission/requested I read a fic and then change your mind, let me know and I'll take it down.
Fics and Fandoms I won't read
Sexually explicit content (fics)
Anything that promotes hatred or bigotry
Real people
Harry Potter
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Currently I'm looking mostly at flash fiction/snippets, since they're shorter, but might end up experimenting with longer stories later
I have opted out of letting my blog get scraped for AI training
I am liberal with the block button. Please be civil.
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chapterswelove · 5 years ago
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The Body by Stephen King In 1960s America, four young boys go on a journey to search for the body of a boy killed by a train. As they travel, they discover how cruel the world can be, but also how wondrous. • • • • • • • • • • • #stephenking #thebody #horror #fiction #yanovel #shortstories #comingofagestory #fiction #penguinreader #penguinbooks #bookjunkie #book • • • • • #books #bookstagram #bookworm #reading #read #bibliophile #booknerd #instabook #bookaddict #igreads #bookaholic #bookphotography #bookstagramfeature #instabooks #reader #booklove #bookporn #literature #bookstagrammer #harrypotter #livros #yalit #author https://www.instagram.com/p/B0ivNPwgiq6/?igshid=hr8jspwylhs6
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bib240 · 8 years ago
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Да-да можно взять в у нас в библиотеке.
Название - The Rainmaker Автор - Grisham John Год издания -  1999 Издательство - Penguin Readers Язык - Английский Страниц - 87 Аннотация - I have no job. I have no money. I have debts I can't pay. I do, however; have a case. Rudy Baylor is ready to finish law school but loses his first job before he has even started. Then Dot and Bud Black ask for his help in their fight against a powerful insurance company. Their son, Donny Ray, is dying. His claim for medical insurance has been refused. Can Rudy, an inexperienced student, really give them any hope?
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fandomreadaloud · 9 months ago
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@writing-with-olive thank you!
Red string for lovers
Cw: depictions of death, trauma reactions, grief
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The red string was for lovers. Each end, a perfect fit to the other's soul. It might stretch and it would certainly bend, but would never break so that you would always have a path to follow.
That's what they said.
It's not a physical string that would get tangled amongst your crap, that would knock over beer cans and encourage the feral cats always skulking about the damp street below your apartment. It wouldn't wrap around doors or the always-flickering lamppost and track your every move like some inanimate stalker. It was more of a ghostly thing: catch it out of the corner of your eye every once in a while.
A reminder when you drag a new what's-their-name back from the bar late at night, and their bedroom performance is even lousier than their drunken poetry attempts. A reminder when you see couples on your way to work and know that if you bothered following the pathway perfectly laid out for you, you might have something so perfect yourself.
Usually, though, you ignore it. Some strings were only a few hundred feet long. Others were thousands of miles. There was no way of knowing until you found the end where it would go, but once you did, it would solidify from spectral to very very real.
That was the beauty of love, they said. The neighbors and old people, sometimes even the kids. Stories and rumors would get passed around and around and around until no one knew where they came from. Just the legends.
Since Jamie's passing, you haven't had time - or desire - to figure it out. Any of it. When you catch that flicker of red at the very edge of your vision, it's not promise shimmering there, but three loud bangs. Blood. The burn of betrayal. And the world turning upside down. The scream erupting from your throat as though your body was a mile away when see your best friend's body sprawled across the floor.
You were only nineteen, but when everything was a world away and you felt like you were simultaneously clinging to the edge of the tallest tower and already a thousand feet underwater, when everything was so dark and all you could smell was copper and smoke, you glimpsed it for a second and latched on. Latched onto this lifeline like it could pull you away away away.
But it couldn't. It doesn't.
The funeral was held and then it ended. Everyone said how nice it was that there was closure, but there wasn't. Because even though you killed the killer and no one knew, there were still the same number of killers in this world and blood stained your hands and every time you see your string you wish Jamie were here with you. You wish for late-night movies, and eating ice cream with not a care in the world.
You'd managed to get yourself an apartment after that, hold down a job even though you hated it. The job itself wasn't bad, not really. Deliveries. Going around town rather than being stuck inside some forsaken office. But you'd talked to Jamie about wanting to do it and it, back when there was still some kind of spark in your eyes, so it was just another reminder of the hole in your life. One that wouldn't close.
You tried your best. Say hi when you dropped off a box, go out, meet new people, explore town even though you were sure you knew it all. You kept up with yourself and made sure your place was nice, even if you never invited anyone over that you expected to see again. But the red string. The one you clung onto so tight decades ago to save you was now the tether to some darkened hell.
So when you went and leaned against the wall be the dumpsters to take your nightly smoke, all alone but no way for it to stink up your apartment, you were particularly irritated that the string, the damned red string, began to grow more solid. You could look at it straight on without it vanishing from sight. And when you looked up a stranger stood not too far away. Glanced at you, then the string stretching the distance between, then followed it back up to you.
You smelled the copper of years long since passed. Heard the sounds. But this time did not move. This string. It had taunted you for so long but you had learned to live without it. Learned to make do.
As you walked over to meet them, you gathered it in your hands. Noticed the texture, the way it pulled you towards them as if by fate. They studied your face, as if pondering the best way to say hello, and did not notice how you twisted and looped the string.
And when you got within arms reach, you moved like lightning. Threw that loop over their neck and got behind them and cinched it tighter. Tighter. Tighter. It didn't matter how much the stranger clawed at it. The string may bend but never break. That was the legend.
When the light finally left their eyes, the string vanished as if it had never existed in the first place.
Love kills. That was the saying.
You'd be bound by the string for lovers no longer.
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mayushee-blog · 8 years ago
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Read.WritePoetry.Repeat 
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dazzledbybooks · 6 years ago
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I hope everyone had a great Easter! . Sorry I am behind on the challenge that I’m hosting with the amazing @chapter_break and @asthebookends. If you are not following these lovely ladies, you definitely should. . My review of If I’m Being Honest by @wibbs_ink and @austins_b is up in the blog, so go check it out! . I even threw out some comparisons to The Taming of the Shrew which is my favorite Shakespeare play. . #lovebookbreakapril19 pastel book . #ifimbeinghonest #prhpartner #penguinrandomhouse #penguinreaders #easterreads #easter #eggs #eastereggs #pastelbooks #readreadread #currentlyreading #bookchallenge #contemporaryreads #ireadya #youngadult #thetamingoftheshrew — view on Instagram http://bit.ly/2KU3Gnx
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fandomreadaloud · 9 months ago
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Thank you so much for letting me read your story @cookie-nom-nom!
+++ If you have a story that you would like me to read, feel free to check out my pinned post with details and send me an ask/dm!
Fallen Angel
The light of her halo shattered into a million shards, spilling constellations where they didn’t belong. Far below humans looked up at the sky. Some took it for signs of the apocalypse, and sold all their worldly possessions. Some took it for scientific phenomena, scrambling in the dog eat dog world of academia for the clout of posting the paper that explained it all. I’m not going to lie, astrology got really really weird for a bit there. Azalea groaned and picked up her broken halo. “Nobody step over here! I don’t want anyone to get cut! Go on, get!” She shooed away small angel made of endless rings and eyes, admonishing him for nearly rolling into the mess. Someone got a broom and they started sweeping up the shards of her divinity. “Whelp. Guess I’ve fallen,” Azalea sighed. All the other angels shrugged. Not much that could be done with that. “I suppose God was right about not playing baseball indoors…”
Then, she brightened. “Hey! This means I don’t have to turn in my hymns HOMEWORK! Good, I was procrastinating like H. E. Double hockey sticks.” Although…S*tan was probably wayyy less forgiving about deadlines. So, Azalea set about trying to fix her halo. And believe me, she tried EVERYTHING. Ducktape just melted in the shattered shards of holy radiance. Hot glue worked kinda okay, but it was really hard to get all the minuscule fragments to stick to one another. And then her feathers got stuck together, and it was so bad her wings couldn’t fly. Azalea groaned as she plummeted to earth and nearly caused another mass extinction. Fiddlesticks. She peeled herself out of the crater, leaving a streak of ichor as she dragged herself into a Walmart. “BE NOT AFRAID! I WENT ON A FIELD TRIP TO EARTH ONCE AND KNOW WHAT I’M DOING!!” Mortals ran out screaming and bleeding from their eyes, which was normal and part of the process. Just because they never did that for Gabriel didn’t mean anything! Everyone’s journey looks different. The first replacement she found was a Frisbee. It certainly nailed the divine aura radiating out from a soldier of God look. But she was worried that one of the ophanim might try to play fetch, so that idea was right out. Plus, all dogs go to heaven, so she’d probably get dogpiled immediately. The basketball hoop also didn’t seem like a great idea. The toilet seat might’ve worked if not for the crack in the center. Ugh. Azalea slumped, worried there would be nothing that could fix her fallen status. But lo! Azalea searched the earth whole and at last found her salvation. And unto her, a Spirit Halloween was delivered. Azalea found a cute little costume headband that would perfectly replicate her halo. God would totally fall for it, right???
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melobar · 8 years ago
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Son anda gizlice dahil olan pati😸 #thediaryofayounggirl #annefrank #penguinreaders #book #bookstagram #sahaf #eskikitap #oldbook #bookworm #bookblogger #kitap #kitapkurdu #kitapsevgisi #rilakuma #stationery #cat #catandbook #okumaaşkı #okumazamani
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annathesillyfriend · 10 years ago
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#new #reading #lerning #english #britishlife #penguinreaders
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dilara19-blog · 12 years ago
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Books, books, books... Everywhere we go 📚📖✈ #book #bookshop #harrypotter #penguinreaders #madmen #airport #travel #pink
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