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Life 2I was sitting by the lake one day. Warm rocks, blue skies, green grass, strange breeze. A midsummer breeze that catches your heart just as you are taking a breath. And then you struggle, as your lungs become icy and your skin is still burning hot. And then it passes and you forget. You forget it was ever there.
I was sitting in my room one day. Dim lights, clean sheets, bare walls, strange boy. A boy that catches your heart just as you think it will never happen. And then you struggle, as your feet rise above the ground and your head is still leveled. And then it passes but you don't forget. You don't forget that he there.
Life catches you by surprise. One day you are moving along, the next you are stuck in the sewage and on the third you're in an air balloon flying over Tokyo. I don't know why Tokyo, I just hope that if I am ever in an air balloon I will see the lights of Tokyo. Paris would be nice too.
WhiteMy mothers face. Images fading, melting, melding into each other. My bed is cold at night, but hot in the morning. Sheets soaking with sweat, the stench of urine, the air of nightmares. I am regressing, fast, faster than it took me to grow up.
I go to work. My shirt is white, its December, it matches my shoes. My hair is in curls, the blow- dryer broken. My skirt is too big, too straight, too black. Why isnt it spring yet? Give the trees a break from balancing the snow. Like ladies with encyclopaedias on their heads, learning to stand tall but failing, folding under the weight. Too afraid to move. Sway and its over. Snow, encyclopaedias, everything. Which am I balancing?
Myself on high heels. I forgot to wear boots again. Or stocking. My legs are cold and purple. I have a meeting at one and a date at nine. With my mother. Tubes and everything. There, my shirt will blend into the wall. Is my hair still wet?
A constant daze. I want to walk outside and touch the sn
I fear that I have lost my touch.
I have been working on this piece for weeks now and my mind and computer screen are both as empty as they were the day I sat down.
My fingers are typing but nothing of substance seems to emerge.
I need some words of encouragement before my computer winds up in the snow.
She folded the letter and tucked it into a light green envelope that at one time still smelt like mint, but now the smell resembled a stuffy apartment. She breathed it in and smiled. This is my life, a stuffy apartment without any change or movement, splendid. No point in wallowing in the pain. In fact, there was no pain, only boredom, which some would probably consider to be pretty painful, but that is a whole other discussion and she had no time for it now.
"I'm going out, don't forget to turn off the lights when you leave!" she called in, shutting the door on her voice. She hated nothing more than coming home to a lit house and a $500 utilities bill
Just rightMy grandma used to always say, "date whoever you want, but marry the right one," and I never knew what she meant. Years later, and I still have no clue. Sometimes I just feel like calling her up and asking, so grandma, am I supposed to like this right man? Or are you saying that any man I like is simply wrong?
That's what my mom thinks anyways. She'd say: "this one is not Jewish enough, this one is not tall, this one doesn't have enough money, and this one smells like cabbage."
One day last year I woke up in the morning and went and broke up with my boyfriend. Just cause. He had the wrong blood type or something. He didn't understand any of what I was saying, kinda like I don't understand my family. Then he said, "who the fuck is in this relationship, you or your mother?" And I said "my grandma," and left. He never called me again, but who cares, he wasn't the right man.
My friends aren't the best example either. They are confused out of their minds. Now you tell me, if you
Swallowed by the NightThey were going faster than she expected. Her gaze failed to follow the path of disappearing trees, and the cars blurred into a shade of gray identical to the road itself. She was on edge and the smell of burning tires was causing most of her brain functions to slowly shut down.
"Well?" she asked. The man sitting next to her shifted his eyes revealing the metallic blue of his iris.
"Quiet," his tightened jaw line being the only sign of anger.
"I was thinking that perhaps you should slow down," she said. His head never moved, although his watchful stare remained on her until she closed her eyes.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked, lifting her handcuffed hands, "Clearly, I can't get away, so why don't you just fucking tell me?" She didn't have to open her eyes to feel his burning gaze, a subtle reminder that she had no say in the matter. They sat silently for hours.
She formed conversations with him in her head, struggling to guess what he would say, hoping for witty comebacks but gett
The Origin of WordsThis is about writing; a broken nation; a cold floor; long flights; also loss, hope and fear, creation.
First, loss. Sixteen years ago I spent an entire month sitting on the floor of a small apartment in the Jewish district of Kiev. I was thinking, as simple as that, although most adults assume that right is reserved to them. My grandfather kept standing up to change the channel on our black and white TV, while my grandmother cooked in the kitchen. My parents were nowhere to be found.
Next, hope and fear, two inseparable lovers for the next thirteen years of my life. The Soviet Union had fallen and with it the invisible walls that kept us tied to its blood stained streets. We packed our bags soon after and before I knew it we were on a hot train en route to Moscow. There were fifteen of us in total, all crowded in together. It was then that I realized the reason for my parents' absences
Roman Runaway (Romano x Reader)
(Romano x Reader)
Song(s) to listen to, ‘Opus 33’ from Dustin O’ Halloran to get the full feeling of this story.
“FIND HER! WHERE DID SHE GO?!” I could feel my heart beat from within my chest as I ran towards freedom.
“A-almost there!” I called out airily as I proceeded to make it towards the large sign of the hotel we were staying at.
“I THINK I’VE FOUND HER! CORNER HER BOYS!” I looked behind me to see a large group of guards, at least ten of them.
Protect me my ass, these fools just wanted their pay.
“GAH!” I felt my body suddenly collide with the cold, icy, ground. I crawled my way o
Heir Loki x Baby readerThe night air was crisp as Loki casually strolled through some Midgardian woods. The full moon illuminated the bare trees and the snow covered ground, creating a very beautiful scenery; but there was one sound that shattered the sought after serenity, a baby’s wail- high pitched and annoying. Loki went on so deep in thought he remained oblivious to the wails that grew louder and louder. In fact he wasn’t pulled out of his mind until the source of the screaming was directly in front of him.
“Silence you mewling quim!” Loki bellowed as he glared at the child that could be no older than a year old. You quieted immediately and all tears in your (e/c) eyes seemingly dried up. Blood glistened in the moonlight against your (s/c) skin and led Loki to notice you were clad only in a diaper in freezing weather; a feat only capable by Frost Giants and Fire Fae as far as he knew.
“Where is your mother?”
You gurgled, causing the blood on y
i am alpha and omegaShe stands up, dizzy and drunk. Wonders when her heels came unstrapped, and grips the glass she's got in her hand tighter than she holds her rosary on sleepless nights. Her vision hazy, she trips over her own twisted ankles trying to stand up and pulls the bottom hem of her dress down because her mother taught her two things: One, a lady never shows her ass in public. Two, a lady only drinks the strongest of whiskeys. That was before she had skipped town to pal around with her new boyfriend that had pockets deeper than Lake Baikal, if you know what I'm saying.
The silence is heavy as she slowly makes her way out of whatever hallway she had found herself in, stepping over someone else's body that's marinated in liquor for only god knows how long. It takes an effort not to tumble down the stairs in her shit-faced state, and she barely makes it out alive. There's a door. Opens it. There's a city outside cast in the glow of a purple sunrise,
Secret Santa- Finland x Reader (ONE SHOT)
The snow settled on the ground peacefully. It was Christmas Eve and everything was perfect.
Well, almost everything. The fact was, a Finnish man and his (nationality) girlfriend were arguing over the issue of Christmas again.
“Why are you never here?” you screeched at him, “I go to celebrate with you every year just to have you gone all night! Do you know how frustrating that is?”
Your (h/c) was damp from the shower you just had. Upon getting out, you saw your loving boyfriend getting ready to leave like he always did this time of year. It had seemed even worse ever since you had moved in with him or perhaps you just noticed more now.
“Listen (Name)...” he pleaded, “I can’t tell you just yet. It hurts me to keep it away from you but it will come in time.”
“NO! I’m sick of you leaving every Christmas Eve! We may as well break up if you can’t tell me!”
Tino sighed gently, “Tomorrow. I&
Caption Challenge: Playing Hooky
"Do I really have to wear this?" Keith complained to his mom as he straightened his tie.
She smiled at him as she dusted his shoulder, "Of course, sweetie! Why wouldn't you when you look so dashing?"
"Mooom!" Keith pouted.
"Oh, don't be so stubborn, dear, you look handsome."
"Yea, Keith, at least you're not wearing this." His sister, Lily, gestured to the uniform dress she was wearing, "It's cold out and I still have to wear a skirt; at least you get some fashionable pants. All I get is this plaid nightmare."
"Come now, you two, grab your lunches and head to school."
Lily was over exaggerating about how cold it actually was. Sure, it was the beginning of fall, but the weather was still relatively warm. She was constantly rubbing her arms to keep warm, expecting Keith to hand her his jacket. After several attempts, she figured she may as well 'endure the cold' all the way to school.
"This is stupid; I don't want to go to school like this." Lily pointed at
All I wanted was toast Thor x Reader It was an early windy Monday morning and you were standing in your kitchen with a large grin plastered on your face. You cradled the reason for your happiness in your hands before placing it on the counter. It was Asgardian toast spread and it was awesome. Thor had gotten you hooked to the stuff about a month ago and ever since then you had to have it every morning. With your smile still present on your face as you placed some bread into the toaster and pushed the handle down. Your smile dimmed though when the bread popped back up.
You pushed down once again but the result was the same. Your lips formed into a mini pout while you grabbed the handle for the third time. You slammed it down with as much force as you could muster and smiled in triumph when the bread stayed down, but that quickly turned into a full pout when you heard the dreaded ‘boing’ only a few seconds later.
“Aw, my toaster
Tinkering Little Emil (Reader x Toy! Iceland)
Tinkering Little Emil
(Mrs. Clause! Reader x doll! Iceland)
A holiday story
Song(s) ‘Opus 20’ from Dustin O’Halloran (Please listen to get the spirit of the holiday’s going or else you may not get the full feeling!~)
“You know, you should throw that old toy away, I think you’ve done enough damage as it is Peter.” An English accented voice rang through a large manor.
“Nah uh! Emil is so much fun to play with, plus uncle Berwald gave him to me when I was three!” A softer version of the previous voice
Creepypasta x Half Wolf!Reader [Part 8]"I never would have thought that a girl would be good at this," BEN mumbled, tossing a handful of popcorn into his mouth. He cast a sideways glance to the young female beside him, who was staring at the TV screen with a triumphant look. "I mean, we got up to round 47," he continued. "I usually can't even get past 10."
[Your Name] turned her head and smiled happily at him. "I really like games like this," she giggled. "I've always found them really fun!"
"So have I," he commented. "And you know... We would have survived if you had just came over and revived me when I was down--"
The young girl frowned. "It's not my fault if you die every ten seconds and there's a huge-ass swarm of zombies behind me."
"Ten seconds?" BEN repeated. "I do believe that I survive longer than that."
"You died in the first round."
"IT'S NOT MY FAULT THAT I LIKE TO DIVE DOWN STAIRCASES. IT WASN'T MY FAULT THAT THERE WAS LIKE FIVE OF THEM ZOMBIES WAITING FOR ME EITHER."
"It was rather amusing to wa
Death Battle: Luffy vs. Popeye
Ray: Alright, the combatants are set. Let’s settle this debate once and for all.
Steel: It’s time for a DEATH BATTLE!!!
All was calm as a massive galleon cruised across the ocean's surface, its lion-head bowsprit and straw-hat wearing Jolly Roger noticeable anywhere. From its deck, one could hear merry music from a fiddle, and the members of the crew either singing or dancing along to it.
Joining them in the festivities was the captain of this ship known to all as "Thousand Sunny". That captain was none other than the famed Straw-Hat Luffy.
The song came to an end and the skeletal fiddler took a bow, his art complete. If he had a proper face, he would have smiled at the cheers.
“WOW!” Luffy said with a broad smile, “Play it again!”
Yet as the crew celebrated, a simple-looking steamboat was coming across their path up ahead. At first, the crew paid no mind to it. That all changed because, just when the skeleton was about to draw his bow across the
CloserWhen mommy turned off the light I thought I could hear the breath leave my body and travel to the ceiling. Longing to see lights dancing on the walls in their pretty shades, longing for colors and shapes.
There were no monsters hiding in it, no demons under the bed. Instead, I was surrounded by death. I remember one time mommy told me that that's what death was like-- eternal darkness. I wonder if that means that every night I go to bed and close my eyes I die a little. And I wonder if I could live forever if I was always just surrounded by light.
One time I asked mommy about it, but she didn't understand what I said and sent me to a head doctor. I think she thought I wanted to die. But I told her that I wanted sleep to stop stealing life. The more I sleep, the faster I grow old.
Mommy wakes me up every morning for school. If she didn't wake me up I probably wouldn't wake up at all. But what would happen if someone else, somewhere else woke me up? How would I ever
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