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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
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.
I look up. She's giving me a worried look as I pull the earplugs out and pause the music.
"You looked like you were about to cry there for a moment," she says. My face is blank as I think back for a moment.
I think back again, listen to the music in my head, and I don't say anything. Because how can you put music into words? How can you convey such feelings of loss, sadness, of greatness, of hope, of belief in a new day, a new dawn? How do you explain the feeling of something great ending and something truly magnificent beginning? How? When you can hear the sunset and the dawn, how do you turn that into words?
I can't. So I smile and shrug.
"Dunno. Just thinking," I say.
And she leaves it at that.
Build a Snowman-ElsaDo I wanna build a snowman?
Yes I wish I could come and play
We never see each other anymore
I want to come outside the door
But I’m just too afraid
We used to be best buddies
But now we can’t
I wish I could tell you why.
Do I wanna build a snowman?
Yes, I wanna build a snowman.
Do I want to build a snowman?
Or chase you up and down the halls?
Your right my company is overdue
But I’m a danger to you when I step beyond these doors
It gets more than a little lonely
In my frozen room
Just watching you play outside.
Oh Anna, I hear you out there
I wish I didn’t have to hide here like a sin.
I need your courage, by God I’m trying to
But my powers are bleeding through
I can’t let you in.
We only have each other
It’s just you and me
But What am I going to do?
Yes, I want to build a snowman…
realidad sin cadenas--Capitulo 18- Fiole - fanficCapitulo 18 -"adiós mi dulce Fio"
-Que linda escena, puro amor – decía una voz entre risa burlona y maliciosa- tienes un poder sentimental muy muy grande Fionna-comenzó a reír maliciosamente-
!MOJO! ... dijeron ambos
Marshall rápidamente se levanta dándole la espalda a Fio para protegerla.
-Mojo, no vuelva a acércate a ella, si lo haces , te juro que te vas a arrepentir -su mirada era seria y su voz reflejada mucha furia
- vaya, vaya el vampiro protegiendo a su amada , ¿sabes?, deberías mostrar tus habilidades "rey vampiro", después de todo te matare y luego voy a matar a tu "noviecita"
-!Cállate imbécil ¡¡- dijo con dientes apretados a punto de golpear pero sintió que alguien la abrazaba por detrás-
¡ Marshall! – susurró ella en el oído con voz quebrada – Marshy, quiero que esta pesadilla se acabe de una vez
The Smiling Stallion (Creepypasta story)I never feared thunderstorms until recently... Now, some people might think, why is that person afraid of a silly thunderstorm? Well let me just say, that storm was dark, cold, and frightening. And that wasn't the encounter I had within it.
It was the late fall in Massachusetts, . The sky was cloudy at first, leading me to believe nothing would happen. Now I lived in one of the more rural, secluded areas I might add.
I was walking home from my job, as the inviting scents of fall surrounded me. The crisp air bit at my nose and little clouds left my mouth. The sharp rumble of thunder hit me and I stared up at the cloudy grey sky. I muttered hoping that it wouldn't rain, and I continued along my way at a brisk pace. The rain started falling, light and somewhat peaceful at first, but it quickly turned into a furious downpour. I pulled my coat tightly around me as I walked. I cursed at my rotten luck remembering my car had broken down that morning.
*I wouldn't be getting drenched right now
WerewolfGermanyXreaderXWerewolf2pGermany part 2You wiped your tears away and looked up at Lovino. He just gave you a comforting smile and you two went downstairs. "cousin-a (nickname)~!" exclaimed the auburn italian as he hugged you. You smiled. "Bonjour Feli." he kissed your cheeks as you looked at your papa. "We-a needed to-a come here because we have horrible news!" exlcaimed Feliciano. "hmm?" you asked with a concerned tone. "We're-a being hunted down. All of us. You guys, Matthew, if he's still alive. Us, Antonio and uncle-a Gilbert, his fratello, his fratello's friends." "hmph, whats new?" scoffed Francis. "What's-a new is that it's not-a humans that are-a hunting us. It's our own-a races. Vampires and werewolves. I could have-a sworn Kiku said something about-a demons as well?" Lovino replied with a scowl. Your eyes widened. Humans; your kind has in a way "evolved" a bit so humans were of no threat to you, the biggest threat they HAVE been to you was a gun, which couldn't do much. But your own? Why? You were a rather,
Revenge 2:Serpentine Ch.12Jordan outraged into the rag over his mouth. Although his words were muffled, Dan could tell what he was saying. "It's true, Jordan. Of course you're denying it–your father erased everything. He thought he could keep me away from you and your brothers, but he was wrong." Dan replied to Jordan's yelling.
'Lies!' Jordan thought, snarling as Dan began to circle him.
"After all, you were my test subject," Dan put in, glancing at the Nether prince. "How about I start from the beginning? It might refresh your mind of our...relationship back then."
Jordan hesitated, but he listened.
"When you were younger, your mother brought you to me in the middle of the night. She explained to me that you were deathly ill, and taking a quick look at you, you were. You were shivering in her arms and having cold sweats. Katharine pleaded for me to help, since I am her younger brother and have been studying immortals ever since she married Herobrine." Dan started, and Jordan flinched i
Chosen Feelings 10
Chosen Feelings 10
Shane was in a different forest little did he knew where he was in the end he just continue to walk to see where he could find Doom and Jade. He stopped and sigh, "How did I get involved into this?" he asked after a while he heard a little shake in the bushes he started to growl at it and a squirrel came out, "Oh it's just that, what you lost too?" asked Shane. The squirrel looked around till another appear they made a little contact my nose and the left together happy. Shane snarled and keep on walking just fine, Casper was thoughtful all day, he couldn't stop thinking of that strange werehog, he looked at his own hand that Shane touched and put it on his muzzle. "Why did he did that?" asked Casper, Shane also though about Casper and how mad he was but was also confused how Casper can change attitudes. Casper stared at his hand and wasn't looking where he was going. Shane keep o
The Price of Harmony Ch9Chapter 9
Judges, Jury, Executioners
Star Bolt found himself wandering through a vast battlefield shortly after the battle had ended. As he stood there amongst the dead, he looked at a nearby corpse and examined the body, “This armor… it’s much older than anything I’ve ever seen before… it even predates my old armor.”
Star Bolt then took a look around and counted the different colors surrounding him, “Four… this was a battle against four different armies… but with the way they are standing… it’s as if they fought beside each other… not against each other. But there is no fifth… who… or what were they fighting?”
Star Bolt had seen battles like this before in his heyday, but none that ended with complete inhalation of all four armies. He decided to continue trotting though the area loo
The Price of Harmony Ch8Chapter 8
“May I present! Prince Blueblood of Equestria!”
The carriage driver stepped aside as Prince Blueblood trotted through the ballroom doors and smiled at the guests. Then with a look of no concern, he spoke to the carriage driver as he started into the crowd, “That is all Higgins… you may go now.”
The carriage driver nodded his head as he turned back towards the door and left the ballroom. After entering the crowd, Prince Blueblood trotted through to Princess Celestia and Princess Twilight as they were greeting guests, “Auntie Tia, it’s good to see you again. And the newly crowned Princess Twilight. Looking ravishing as ever my dear.”
Princess Celestia looked at Twilight to see her reaction as Twilight nodded her head, “Thank you Prince Blueblood. And may I say you look handsome this evening.”
Bete Noire It was windy out today, with a small chill that would chap the tip of your nose. Sean didn’t mind this, the cold was his best friend, and after all, it kept him alive. He was tall, 8 foot 11 inches when he stood up straight. He was the ruler of this island, the island Montresor. He’d bought it from humans who had recently found it, he himself was no human. He was something far different from a human, as was everyone on the island. They were monsters, banishing themselves to Montresor to escape the constant harassment and hate of the humans. The humans had never liked them, even though some of the monsters had once been humans, Sean being one of those. Sean was once a human, only a small child; died in a fire. But that was some 200 years ago. Now he was a pale white yogurt monster, yes, yogurt. It’s a bit strange to think that someone is made of yogurt, but underestimating him is the worst thing to do. He’s able to control his body tem
Our Name is Sirius"Our name is Sirius."
The words echoed in the empty room. The two young women had spoken at the same time, two voices perfectly in tune with each other. The women themselves were almost mirror images. Soft, white skin, white hair, milky white irises, lips a very pale pink; they had no real colour. They had the same face, the same build and the same white clothes. The only difference between them was that one had bangs and the other didn't.
They moved in perfect sunchronisation, like mirror images of each others. Their faces were blank, but vague interest showed in their eyes.
"What, both of you?"
"Are you twins?"
"The word does not cover the extent of our bond. But your language lacks a proper phrase, so we will accept the term."
"Alright, then. But what are you?"
They were silent, faces impassive but eyes sharp and piercing.
"That is not for you to know."
"That is not for you to know."
Their piercing eyes softened.
"You are frustrated. Do not be. We have no ill will
Our DutyWe swallowed the path home
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
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