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NOBILITY HURTS

A collection of one-shots/short stories based on childhood fairytales and nursery rhymes, as well as non-fairytale psychological thrillers.  The stories won't be posted directly on here as chapters, but for every story I will post a short summary & the link to it, so subscribe if you want to be notified of new stories.  

  When spring comes, Jongdae goes.  

  Thirty-one million, five hundred and thirty six thousand seconds. For some people, the sheer size of the number is too large to grasp; for others, converting a year into

  “I wanted to crawl into her chest and kiss everything that she’d thought I’d hate.” – unknown  

    He wants him back.   “You don’t love someone because they are perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they’re not.” –Jodi Piccoult    

    “What was lost was lost. There was no retrieving it, however you schemed, no returning to how things were, no going back.” –Haruki Murakami, Hard Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World  

  The life of an idol isn't a bed of damn roses. Behind the blindingly bright smiles and cheerful laughter people see onstage is grime, sweat and a hell lot of hard work.

    “I always wonder why birds choose to stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth, then I ask myself the same question.” –Harun Yahya

  They say life is like a roller coaster. If so, then right ahead of me where the track should have been is a large, gaping hole.    

  “I like flaws – I think they make things interesting.”–Sarah Dessen    

  Everyone knows that idols often pull all-nighters: be it staying up to practice, or to prepare for concerts, or... for other things.    

  “Yeah, it’s okay now,” Jaejoong echoes.  Only it’s not really, because he can’t understand why he felt so protective over that girl.  Perhaps it was how delicate she seemed?  Or her look of serenity that he didn’t want to be disturbed?  The question is left unanswered as he drifts off. 

  “But just for today, let me live my own fairytale.”   A fiction of what might have been. A tale of

Sungyeol’s strong hand was intertwined with mine against the bleached white hospital sheets.  Even though I could not see his face, I knew his expression was one of quiet contemplation.  Sure enough, when he spoke, it was in his serious, thoughtful voice.  “You know what’s one thing I want to share with you?” Too w

  “What’s your real name?” “Not telling you.  It’s far too ordinary.  Just remember me as Key, it’s easier.” “Is that why you

“When you lose your parents, the sadness doesn't go away. It just changes. It hits you sideways sometimes instead of head-on. Like now.” -Jude Watson, In Too Deep    

Sometimes, I believe I can still hear your voice in my head, full of mischief, as you ask me, “Hey Myung, wouldn’t it be interesting if we covered seonsaengnim’s chair with oil?” “Look at that balloon there!  Wouldn’t it be

She was the Palace's servant girl, fallen from her position as a noble daughter. He was the Prince, next in line to the throne.   A twisted version of Cinderella.      

A series of one-shots, all prompted by Write Like The Wind. I'm aiming to write one for every prompt there, wish me