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ShatteredShe remembers it now; there’s blood (oh yes she can remember the blood thick and red and sticky and dead) and pain (it’s what she is made of now what she will be) and the feeling of something inside her mind snapping like a guitar string (it’s a musical sound almost pretty she takes care of it and remembers the sound of unrepairable) shattering and bleeding and disappearing in tiny supernovas that leave behind a strange urge to smile and the icy knowledge that this is what she is; shattered.
She smiles into the darkness, eyes open but unable to see (they took care of that they did), arms wrapped around her torso and legs (at least the one she can move without pain she is pain why) pressed against her chest.
They turn on the light but it’s not them and she blinks as her eyes try to adjust to the brightness (it hurts so but she missed it why did she not remember) and they’re strangers (she doesn’t think she can trust them but her body is limp and her m
Love is CruelLove is cruel.
There is no doubt in my mind about this. Love is as cruel as it is kind.
It is the curve of her jaw and the silhouette of her face I study the most. she is lovely, free and happy as a bird and with the depth and beauty of a mountain lake 'neath a full moon. Sometimes the secretive veil of darkness pulls back and I am allowed to look at what resides deep down. I am captured; mesmerised by these brief glimpses of what makes her her.
I hang on to her words and her beautiful accent more than I let show. She is important to me; far more so than she knows. When she speaks I listen.
I love her. Fully and with all my heart, I love her. I do not know if she feels the way I do, but I pray she does. Love unreturned is a slow poison.
How BarrenHow barren, this land
Once home to thousands
How empty, these hands
Begging for food
How silent, the pantheon
Sworn to protect them
How unjust, the fate
Assigned to the poor
MonochromeA garden clad in darkness
With shadows all around
A beating heart of blackened stone
With veins of rubies crowned
A moving star crossing skies alone
The day is dead, the night has come
Vanilla swirls in bowls of blood
A taste of wild and tame
A figure in a darkened hood
Never quite the same
A howling moon so far away
The desert crawls with life today
Swimming in the river deep
An ancient beast is deep asleep
Buried treasure 'neath the tree
Not for mortal eyes to see
A pen on paper, scratching words
Monochrome, a page of blurs
Light in darkness, shining weak
Frightened children for it seek
Yet, once the fleeting light is found
Cold ashes resting on the ground
Sunrise over mountains high
A painter gives a grateful sigh
Quiet reigns where sound should be
A storm is raging silently
The scratching stops, the paper curls
A hand no longer with us furls
Whispers the WindWhispers the wind
In the hours of day
O'er the noise
Of life, as it passes
Whispers the wind
In the hours of night
In the silence
Of dark, as it passes
Whispers the wind
In the hours between
In changing light
And sound, as it rests
LightA being at the very edge of his vision was kneeling over the fallen human. It was weaving strands of glimmering light in a web over her chest, the thin threads passing through each other and sticking in seemingly random places as she worked. The fine weave pulsed gently as it hovered just above her chest save for where the being had delicately pressed one fingertip down to attach it to the dead woman. The being then wove the connected strands into each other, and soon one thin fiber of light was attached to each of the fingertips on her right hand. She raised her hand then, gathering the strands and gently pressing them to the palm of her hand before spreading her fingers out again, letting her hand hover in the air for a few moments. The body was lifted off the ground, only a few inches, as if the little light threads were puppet strings. The strands of light glowed brighter and the world seemed to hold its breath when she brought her hand down, fingers still spread and palm flat. The
Grey and silverIn a world of grey and silver
Colours muted by the fog
I stand silent in the snowscape
With a smile of grateful joy
I see the hidden beauty
In a bleak and quiet day
The lack of sound is calming
Wish it could stay this way
This landscape that I tell of
Is never far away
As fog and frost still rule the world
You'll see it too
I promise you
There Are SeashellsSoft sunlight
And the sound of waves
It’s a beautiful sight
So different from his
Final resting place
There are seashells here
Peacock BlueThe sky is blue. It’s a beautiful shade, the colour of peacock feathers. I stand on a green hill underneath a blue sky and smile at the warm, yellow sunlight.
A gentle breeze rustles in the leaves and tousles the long grass as I close my eyes. Soft footsteps sound behind me, slightly out of sync with the wind. That’s how I hear her.
She comes to stand beside me on the hill, and her top is a link between the sky and the grass, beautiful and green-blue. She smiles at me and I smile back.
“Thunderstorm’s coming,” she says. I nod.
We stand together and watch torn clouds the colour of bruised lead close over the peacock blue sky. Somewhere lightning flashes, the momentary flare of light illuminating her face and making her features stand out in sharp relief. I take her hand.
We will weather this storm together. Because behind wild clouds of bruised lead there is a sky the colour of peacock feathers and a warm, yellow sun.
Guard!EnglandxChild!Reader - Breaking AttentionArthur Kirkland stood against the wall, his spine erect and his shoulders back. His chin was lifted, and the strap of his tall hat wrapped uncomfortably around it. Despite the summer heat and humidity, he was clad in a wool guardsman uniform. Beads of sweat rolled down his face, and he even felt it soak into his undershirt. He was used it, however; this was what he was required to do every day.
Arthur was a Queen’s Guard currently stationed on the westward side of Buckingham Palace. He didn't know the fellows that accompanied him on his wall, nor did he care to make their acquaintance. He would much rather let his mind wander to his childlike fantasies than associate with his own kind—or really any kind. He was a loner. He wouldn't deny it. But he didn't really mind. It seemed, to him, much less bothersome with no one around.
Arthur heard a voice that caused him to groan internally. A little girl's voice bounced off the wall behind him and into his eardrums. He hated childr
Knowledge is Power (request)
Terrance was your massive, self-secluded bookworm. Every and any book you've heard or read yourself, he's read it twelve times over. His thirst for fantasies, immerse worlds and, more importantly, his will to learn showed no signs of stopping.
He was at the library on a fine Tuesday afternoon, checking out a stack of freshly pressed, and new books that the library had just gotten in. He slowly made his way towards the counter as if he were holding a glassful of water, trying not to spill a drop. At last, he heaved the stack of books onto the counter top with a loud enough thud to create a bit of shock through content readers.
"Welcome back, Terrance." The librarian said with a smile, since he was a well known regular.
"Hiya, Jillian." He replied with a slight sigh.
"I see you caught wind of the new releases we'd just gotten."
"Oh, you know me!"
She chuckled, "Let me go ahead and punch in some cards for these books right quick; they're still fairly new, after a
Prussia X Reader : Romeo and Cinderella
This could possibly, slightly be suggestive. Just a quick warning, my friend.
Please don't let our love turn out into a tragedy like it was for Juliet.
Take me away into your arms. It's all I ask of you.
You sat on your bed in the dark, talking on the phone to your long-time, boyfriend Gilbert. Gilbert Beilschmit. He was one of the few people you could trust in this lonely world of yours. You often felt trapped and confined no matter where you were. Unless it was in his presence; then you felt that you could fly to the moon if you chose.
I say goodnight to both my father and my mother.
I hope they'll be able to dream of one another.
I think its time for all the grown ups to go to bed.
"So, what time is it, exactly?" Gilbert asked. "My phone screen refuses to turn on for whatever reason."
You laughed. "Its midnight. Are you ready?"
You could practically hear him smirking. "Let's do this." And with that, you zipped up the jacket you had been wearing, and snuck downstairs, past your
Eyeless Jack x Reader - Different Addiction.Jack sneered, slamming shut the freezer. He hoped by the time he ran out of the precious foods the media and cops would forget about him and his addiction to the organs. If they had the least bit of intelligence, people would be locked up tight in their homes with the police on speed dial and eight Life-Alerts around their necks. Grumbling he slipped on a pair of gloves and grabbed the slightly rusted scalpel and shoved it in his pocket before walking over to the high-tech, cordless radio he stole awhile ago. Flipping through random stations, he found one that seemed like a news channel a short time after.
"- This anonymous killer has been absent from the streets of (Hometown) for awhile now, but please be cautious when going out. Witnesses are saying this person looks to have on a blue mask covering his, and wearing all black. Saying that, please avoid going out outside at night, since it will be harder for a person to see them. Most schools are being shut down for the time being, als
Mallory the MouthA young woman walked along by herself on the beach of a small, tropical island. She had just awoken and was leaving a large ship behind her. It had been quite a trip, and she had lost her only companion, and yet not a sad thought raced through her mind…
Quite definitely alone on the sunny beach, she happily glugged at a large jug of rum and smacked her exposed stomach as it filled with the drink. Even before she had taken her first sip that day, her girth was round and large. She herself was a bit plump, but her belly seemed particularly bloated.
It was quite clear that she had been wearing these same clothes for a while; outside of the colours fading, her brown pants were split down the side, and her belly spilled out completely under her red and white shirt. Even her generous breasts seemed like they were wiggling for freedom from the tight top; she’d obviously put these on at a time when she was a tad thinner. Even the bandana holding her dirty blonde hair in place had f
Beatlemania (England x reader)Beatlemania
England x reader
"I can't believe they don't know who The Beatles are! and the only one who did know the band I was talking about had the nerve to call it their parents music. Wankers!" Arthur mumbles angrily to himself as he hurries down the hall to his locker. He had just finished his last class for the day, English. In that class they were told to bring in a song of their choice so they could do a literature analysis on it. Arthur himself chose his favorite Beatles song and typed up the lyrics and brought it in with him for the assignment only to find out that not many others brought in something for the class and barely anyone even knew who the Beatles were.
"And someone brought in a 'dubstep' song or whatever, how the hell are you suppose to make a literary analysis of that?! Theres no words in it!!" he grumbles to himself as he tosses his books in his bag. He sighs.
'I thought being a transfer student here would at least be somewhat entertai
TG Caption This: Turned Into A Kitsune Deity
My sister and I panted as we continued our hike in the woods. Trees overshadowed us in all directions, which was our only saving grace. It had to have been like 90 degrees here, so I could just imagine how hot it’d be if the trees were not actually here.
“Why are we doing this?” asked my sister insistently. “Can we go home yet? I’m tired! I’m bored!”
Did I mention my sister was only 5? I, of course, am much older, almost 18. I guess you could say that my sister was a little “mistake” that happened.
“We’re almost there,” I said, trying to hide the fact that I was winded myself. We had to have hike for about 5 miles on this trail. Well, more I hiked 4 miles carrying my sister, she’s probably only walked one.
“Carry me!” she yelled. I sighed and leaned down for her to grab onto my back.
“Ow!” she yelled. I spun around, and there she was, her foot caught in a root. I pulled the root away a
ScotlandXchubby!reader: Will ye be my bonnie lass?ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS -3- except you...you belong to me...jk..jk... XD
I sat in a board trance listening to my geometry teacher blab on about triangles or something. I suddenly felt my butt buzz and I pulled my phone out to see that my Prussian friend texted me. "Come out by the boys locker room." It said
"Dude, that's all the way across campus, and the chub on my stomach proves I'm not a walker."
"I promise...you'll want to see this."
"I'll kill you if I don't like it."
"You will! Trust me!!"
"Alright, I'll be right there."
I put my phone away and raised my hand. "Excuse me sir...I feel like I'm going to throw up may I please go to the nurses office?" My teacher just nodded and I grabbed my bad and left.
"On my way." I texted Gilbert.
I'm a freshman at Gauken academy. My three best friends where Gilbert, Antonio and Francis, though they where all seniors. They've been my best friends ever since I was put in one of their science classes by mistake an
Laura's too fat to Close the Coffee Shop"Hey, as long as you're swinging by there, think you could get me a multigrain bagel and a crème cheese?" Becky piped up as she reclined on the couch squeezed into her favorite pair of pajama pants, "I'll pay you back."
"God Beck, you have like the best job ever." Emily whined as she grabbed her keys, "If I had your job, surrounded by coffee and cheesecake and cookies and scones and muffins all day? I'd weigh twice as much as you."
"Gee thanks." Becky said flatly, "But we're only allowed to eat on break. Management gets kinda pissy if you eat anything on the clock. Even from the waste bin."
"Uh-huh, and how would you know that?"
"So that's a multigrain bagel with crème cheese."
The last customer of the day sashayed her way out the door, her ridiculously complicated order in hand. It hadn’t seemed to bother their most irritating customer of the day that it had taken the poor girls ten minutes to carry out her unceasing line of requests. Two
Caliban's DreamThe music flows through the air, curling and twisting like invisible smoke. I inhale it and feel it settle in my chest as the drums play joyfully with the rythm of my heart and the music. A voice breaks through, whispering and caressing as the colorful invisible smoke spreads in my blood, filling my body with pulsing life. I hum with the music, my whole body lost in the swirling tones that flow and curl and hum all around and in me. It is almost painful, the power of a simple song. I thrum and pulse with the music as it stretches into eternity, an infinite amount of time squeezed into a few short minutes. I rejoice in the feeling of life. I know the song is over soon, and when it ends, the hard, cold real world will come back. I close my eyes and cling to the colorful humming life in and around me, desperately holding on to another world, one made of music and color, where dreams are true and imagination is the master.
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