Kinkyu

Dreams of a Life He was dreaming. That was all he could tell. As much as he hated to admit, it was just a dream. But it was a dream of a life he desired, but could not have. He could see his youngest son, his eldest son, able to speed still, and his middle child, all growing up, with him in their lives, as he should have been from the beginning. Before him was his eldest, the red Hornet grinning and more confident in himself than ever before. He was a skilled defense lawyer, as well as a prosecutor. His eldest son was very successful, and no one could touch him it seemed. His middle child was still as crazy as ever, street racing for the

Dreams of a Life He was dreaming. That was all he could tell. As much as he hated to admit, it was just a dream. But it was a dream of a life he desired, but could not have. He could see his youngest son, his eldest son, able to speed still, and his middle child, all growing up, with him in their lives, as he should have been from the beginning. Before him was his eldest, the red Hornet grinning and more confident in himself than ever before. He was a skilled defense lawyer, as well as a prosecutor. His eldest son was very successful, and no one could touch him it seemed. His middle child was still as crazy as ever, street racing for the

-Dudes, this is a 2p story so expect some colorful language- except from Oliver. He doesn't say those naughty words~! Oh, and expect some violence, too.- (This is the last chapter guys~! I'll try to make it awesome! Kesesesessese~)    You walked down the familiar staircase, no longer wearing that tattered red shirt and baggy jeans. Oliver followed you down with a gentle smile in his face. He had helped you pick out the clothes you were wearing now. You were wearing a red and white dress that had an apron attached to the skirt of it. Around the waist of the dress was a dark colored ribbon which could either pass off for a purple color, or a

You were at your house. Innocently doing your homework for school at your desk. Often looking at your laptop on the website you where on to do your homework on, You had to learn why America had entered WWII and had to answer the questions in your notebook. You were eating (favourite snack) while doing this. Often tucking some (hair colour) hair out of your (eye colour) eyes. Suddenly your phone viabrated on the desk, pulling you away from your homework and looking at the text. My Hero <3: Hey Babe. I've got a present for you ;) You smiled and picked up your phone, dismissing the pencil onto the lined paper and forgetting about your comp

"You're over doing it honey." "No, I'm not." said (Y/n) stubbornly. "Yes you are," said Angie, "Drowning your sorrows in food isn't the answer." "At least I'll get some type of figure from it.." grumbled (Y/n). Angie rolled her eyes in response. You see, like her brother Steve, (Y/n) is sickly thin and small. Also like Steve, she can't help but tangle with people who have the body type of what society called perfect. To make it worse, her childhood crush was always with those women which did nothing for her self esteem. "Oh come on (Y/n), you are the sweetest person I know and If that Doll dizzied Fat-head can't see what he's missing, you s

Rusted Memories Happy… He can see how his best friend reacts around the older racer, and he smiles. That is how the red racer reacts each time he sees the older. And it was not too long ago that the older racer’s secret had come out, either. Both were made to be together as crew chief and racer, he muses before he looks away. But as he does so, he can’t help but recall when the red racer had come into town. Those times had been fun, he muses with a smirk. Especially pulling his best friend from the cacti patch that was near that dirt track he practiced on. Even now, he still finds himself pulling the red racer from that