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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.
The Winter Soldier x Reader - One shot You were on your first mission. You've been on many others but this one was different, this one was dangerous. Extremely dangerous.
They called him the Winter Soldier, why? you didn't know it was classified. What was his real name? you didn't know it was classified. Why were you ordered to take him down? You didn't know it was classified.
You and your team were driving down a snow covered dirt road. The Winter Soldier was supposed to be somewhere in a German compound where exactly in the compound? you didn't know. It seems like you didn't know a lot of things lately. Didn't know who he was, where he was, why you were ordered to take him down, why you we
Lone Flowers (Jorrian) [RP in desc]I don't know why I'm here. Everyone here is plain mental. They're crazy and screwed up in the head. I don't know if I am. Maybe. Just maybe.
I've familiarized myself with the white walls and marble floor. There were no windows. Only a door that could be opened from the outside that led to the hall, or if you had a key. But that was the only way out. And only the Doc and visitors had access to it.
The doctor was a sick, twisted being. He put people in straitjackets and tied them to beds. He never gave the required amount of medicine. Sometimes he would pull people out of their rooms for "treatment" and they came back even more screwed up.
Acquaintances of mine inhabited many of the rooms here. They all had lost their mind...most of it, at least. A few had managed to keep themselves together. But I'm certain that won't last for too long.
One of my friends—my closest one, my only one—shared a room with me after her roommate lost it. She's so sweet and gentle and in
Fear of Spiders“As I write this down I can feel him coming, coming after me. My tears roll down and softly lands on the keyboard, the salty taste and smell of mixed tear and sweat. I can feel him... and his spiders... they are coming after me... I only have few minutes to write this down...
I can´t tell you much about him but I´ve seen him often, in the woods where the river is the only seperation. Outside my house, peeking from the corner of the window even my bedroom was in the second floor. Three weeks ago I woke up and he was standing in from of me, few inches away from my face. I screamed and backed away to the wall behind me, trembling of fear and scared. He was standing still, covered in spiders... these spiders... I can´t forget how they clinged to him...
He was not natural... not normal... he was different from normal people... far different from us. He have eight long spider legs behind him, he crawled forwards me using his spiderl legs. I didsn´t see his face
Reader x Suoh Mikoto: Fortunate Meeting
I have always known that my life won’t be easy, but I have never imagined that I would run away like a criminal. And I’m only the little sister of one.
My big brother is well-known in the criminal-scene. He killed many people and is in big contact with the Yakuza. That’s why Scepter 4 is looking for him and they think I know where he is. But I haven’t seen him for about two years. The only contact we have is the money he sends me every month.
A few days ago people from Scepter 4 stood in front of my apartment and wanted information. Then two days ago and today they wanted to bring me to their headquarter. When they said that I got in panic and ran away.
And now I’m here running like an idiot and panting heavily.
I know that they have special abilities and I’m really glad that they haven’t used them on me, but I’m just scared as hell of Scepter 4.
Turning around a corner I look for a place to hide. The only thing I see is a bar. Not
Como OlvidarteApenas comencé el segundo año de la preparatoria e iba en camino al Instituto, eran las 6:00 de la mañana, yo voy tan temprano porque era la capitana de las porristas, ahí estaban mis mejores amigas que incluso iban conmigo en las “Girls Fireside”, los cinco días de las semanas siempre practicamos, mis amigas me daban ánimos cada vez que las veía y estaba con ellas ¿El porque? Es porque Phineas se había ido, no recuerdo muy bien a donde pero se fue.
Ese mismo día en el que se fue, no me dejaban de brotar lagrimas, estuve todo el día llorando que hasta incluso había faltado un día a la escuela, mi mama me comento que ya era hora de “Olvidar” así es, tener que olvidar todo lo que me había pasado con él, fue muy difícil para mí tener que olvidarlo.
Ya pasaron años desde que fue nuestra despedida…tengo que olvidarlo, olvidarlo d
Revenge 2:Serpentine Ch.23 (for real this time)Now snapping out of it, Herobrine looked up at his sons. Lewis and Sky both sighed with relief. He was back, and they hoped never to see entrances like that by Dan again.
Extreme anger displayed in his eyes, Herobrine narrowed his eyes and cursed the Serpent King, what happened to him still fresh in his mind.
Veiling his anger ever so slightly, he spoke."Even with all the experience I had with the Snake...he still managed to catch me off guard." he growled.
Evenly, the brothers sighed with a bit of disappointment and relief.
Right there with his father's anger, Lewis spoke up. "I'm guessing Dan snuck up on you. That sneaky bastard..."
"Giving up is not an option, however." Sky put in. "Even though Jordan has his Nether powers now..."
Observing their grimaces, Herobrine decided to ask his sons about their experiences in the realms.
Not wanting to burden him with his horrid time spent in the End, Lewis let Sky go first. He went on about how he ran into Sean and now his family, and he tal
A thousand years of Sonic 23A thousand years of Sonic 23
The next morning Sonic and Shadow woke up at the same time and got out of the van. Shadow stretch a little, "That's strange I could have sworn Silver was there last night" said Sonic. "Maybe he went to do some training of his own" said Shadow, Sonic went next to Shadow, "Are we going to Shade? To begging our training?" Sonic asked. Shadow nod and started to walk away and notice Sonic wasn't following him, "Sonic is something wrong?" Shadow asked going to him, "Shadow even if we do train for all this years what makes you certain we will be strong enough to face Fleetway?" Sonic asked. "If we train hard enough I'm sure we will be stronger than him" said Shadow, "But have you analyze things right? What if there is no need to fight him?" Sonic asked. "Sonic he is a bad guy nothing can be solved by talking to him you should know that by now" said Shadow, "Everything has a
OC Status: HoDThe Basics:
Name: Hunter of Dreams Sky
Age: 20 (Immortal, can change age appearance at will)
Species: Corrupted; Immortal Demon Dream Hunter
Occupation/title: Hunter of Dreams
Height: 5ft 9.5in
Body build: Tall and lean, very agile
Eye color: Black sclera, dark blue irises, red pupils
Hair color: Brown with black streaks
Skin color: Fairly tanned
Other Important Stuffs:
Defining Traits: Corrupted eyes, black and blue wings to represent the night sky, crown of Notch on his head, black streaks in his hair, reckless and childlike personality, eyes change color to the color of his victim's eyes when he puts them to sleep
Favorite Color: Dark shades of blue and black
Favorite animal (if any): Anything nocturnal
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Querido Diario 10Ha salido el sol y comienza a brillar en la alcoba de Marie, con el Sol en sus ojos comenzó a hacer parpados y comenzó lentamente a abrir los ojos. Se estiro, se levanto y camino hacia el tocador para darse una ducha calida para su cuerpo que seguía tremendamente frio por lo que paso, algo inesperado le ocurrió.
Encontró a Thomas con una toalla en vuelta en sus caderas, el se estaba cepillando los dientes, al escuchar el chirrido de la puerta volteo la mirada, Marie estaba tan sonrojada que hizo un portazo con la puerta que parece que se daño un poco.
Marie: Lo siento ..¡¡ Lo siento Thomy..¡¡ *Sonrojada*
Se escuchaban las pisadas de Thomas que se dirigían hacia la puerta, se escucho que se estaba abriendo la cerradura del mismo tocador, Marie halo de esa cerradura para que no viera cual sonrojada estaba, pero no funciono, el tenia mucha fuerza y logro abrir la puerta con una simple mano. Ahora ella puso sus manos
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
SweepAs soon as he stepped into the open field, he slung the minesweeper from his shoulder and pointed its nose to the ground. It was old, worn and heavy, and old and rough, calloused and breaking, and old. The metal between his hands was cold and chilled his fingers. If he was not careful he could step on the very mines he was trying to find. They would have to pick up the pieces of his body and to send the tags home where his wife would cry and hold his son and daughter close with nothing to show them of their father but a piece of metal engraved with "Ajeet Singh".
One sweep, than another.
This war had taught him to never trust open spaces. Open spaces were where the mines were planted, where Prets lay in wait. France was green and damp just like the uniform he wore. It had been days since he was separated from his unit, and now the Allies were breathing on his neck, searching for POW’s, searching for the enemy of which he was one. &
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