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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.
Reader x KnB: Holiday job Chapter 19
Author's note: Sorry for the late update. Wow, it's been two weeks since the last chapter. Didn't seem so long.
f/n = first name
l/n = last name
e/c = eye color
h/c = hair color
f/c = favourite color
The next day
It’s now the seventh day I have to stay in bed and it’s totally boring!! Except of the visits of the ones, who bring me my food, I have absolutely nothing to do.
I can’t even play with (dog’s name) all day, because she’s kind of lazy. Usually I’m too, but now… I just want to do something. I want to go outside more often. I want to walk around. I want to do something with the others!!!
Lying in bed on my stomach totally frustrated I only grunt when I hear someone’s knocking on my door.
Today Murasakibara has to bring me my breakfast. Not even thinking about sitting up I just glance over to him as he makes his way over to my, places the plate with food on my extremely overfilled nightstand and lets himself fall on my bed.
Captain Rogers X reader :I'm Not Human (part 4)Turns out your mother was still at the hospital, and as you suspected, she'd called the cops. You swallowed hard, thinking you'd give anything, anything at all, not to have to face her. A police officer with graying hair and a sour face spotted you and said your mother's name.
"She's here!" He shouted.
You mother came racing in from the waiting room and wrapped her arms around you. She was saying something but it was muffled. She was crying.
"I'm guessing this is your daughter." The officer said dryly. "I'll call off the search party, then."
Your mother pulled away and nodded soberly at him. "T-thank you for your help. I'm so sorry to have wasted your time."
"It's our job, ma'am. Don't worry about it. But I do have one question. Where were you young lady?" He said, looking at you.
Your mother's tear filled eyes looked into yours. Suddenly you had the strong urge to look away, but didn't.
"I. . . I went for a walk. Well, actually more like a run. I didn't go too far from here, th
The Night Hunter and his fallen starThe night reigns over the forest
when the blue moon is in it's full glory.
Her frosty kiss she pressed
into the forest trees,
to give them, their enchanting sleep.
Refreshing them from our fiery land.
He shall be here soon...!
The trees have fell silent,
the nearby creatures
rejoice as they sense his presence,
and the heart of the forest
sings a duet with my heart
to celebrate his visit.
The wind carries his message to me
in the form of whispers...
" I am near...
I am close...!"
His voice echoes in my mind,
and paralyzes me.
The Night Hunter is at foot,
tonight I shall see Ryan.
Every cell in my body
knows of his proximity...
I pace back and forth!
Excited and nervous.
I see my reflection in the frozen lake
my long hair dances
as the wind gets stronger with his closeness,
and travels inwards in front of him,
cleaning his path as he comes to me.
Bringing me previews of caresses,
caresses that I crave... That I need.
" I am here" -He whispers - I see him
and abruptly my heart jumps in my
Profile: Camille Fayne Reed
Name: Camille Fayne Reed
Hair: Short blonde hair
Eyes Color: Golden eye color
Age: 400 years old, 17 in appearance
Personality: Calm, rational, a pacifist, ill tempered when provocked or under stress, can be a bit touchy when asked about her private life and can be embarrassed easily. Sarcastic, optimistic. Workaholic
Occupation: Nurse, and Blood drive volunteer.
Attributes: Telekinesis, powers of seduction, has a hidden monstrous vampiric form,can teleport to any location by changing into multiple bats, able to shoot orbs of energy from the palm of her hand, very fast, and graceful in hand to hand combat and with a large chained kunai.
Likes: Humans, reading, helping people, animals, Broadway,traveling, her young cousin.
Dislikes: The sun, blood, other vampires, Fiends,annoying stupid people, crooks, jerks, the cold, and cleaning up after peoples mistakes. Her cousin Rebbecca.
Background: Before she was born Camille's mothe
Scooby Doo and Shaggy VS Animatronics: PreludeKiller: When it comes to mystery solving, these 2 have done it before, but today, they face their greatest opponents.
Zac: Scooby Doo and Shaggy, of Mystery Inc.
Mr. Krabs: And the Animatronics, the monstrosities of Five Nights at Freddy's.
Killer: DEATH BATTLE ANALYSIS!!!
Scooby Doo and Shaggy Rogers:
Killer: Mystery Incorporated is a group lead by Fred, with Velma and Daphine. Then,we have our combatants today....
Zac: Scooby Doo and Shaggy.
Mr. Krabs: These two are the ones who are constantly tricking and disguising themselves to trick their enemies. They usually take a disguise that fit their surroundings, and manage to trick Aliens, Monsters, and Eldrich Abominations.
Disguising and Trickery:
Can trick any kind of foe.
Disguises usually fit their surroundings.
Zac: When it comes to actual combat experience, they teamed up with Batman and Robin to beat the Joker and the Penguin.
Killer: Hot damn, these guys are good f
Epic Blades: Exclusive Guest Fighters
TABLES OF CONTENT:
Link (Wii U)Kratos (PS4)Master Chief (Xbox One)
Link (Wii U)
from Legend of Zelda
Link is a title given to an ongoing legacy of Heroes of Time. With every Link, he will wield the Triforce of Courage in a battle against such evil forces as Ganondorf, Zant and Ghirahim. This Link is about to embark on a quest to defeat the demon prince Belial and save the balance of the universes.
Hero's Bow: Link shoots an arrow at his opponent.Gale Boomerang: He throws said boomerang at his opponent.Spin Attack: He twirls around with his sword extended, slashing his opponent.Bomb: He throws a bomb at his opponent.Hookshot: He grapples onto his opponent with the hook shot and reals him/her towards himself. Oh yeah, and he says, "Get over here!" as he does this.
Lets play a game- Chapter 1“Let’s Play A Game.”
The girl with long brown hair, had just finished her late night shift, she bought her groceries from the store and was about to head home to her little flat. She thought tonight she would take a shortcut, she was too tired and just needed the sleep. She walked down the alley, fog all around her. She then heard a giggle; she started to panic and walked down the alleyway faster.
The giggle sounded like it was catching up to her. “Don’t run...” a deep voice called out, by that time she was running away, a sharp pain went through her leg as she fell over to the ground, her groceries were all over the place, she looked down to her leg; there was a knife in her leg, it had gone right through her pale skin. She started to cry and scream out for help.
She then heard the person kick cans towards her, trying to crawl away, the person laughed more, grabbing its baseball bat and beat her to death. Laughing to
Furvus Wolf: Tackling the IssuesFurs gathered around the roof of the police department as Furvus rolled his massive shoulders a few times and grunted, pepping himself up wearing a dark blue tank top with POLICE written across its front in bold white letters and grey shorts. He also placed on black lifting gloves to his paws. Among the furs in the crowd were Michelle, Paul Henry, DJ and some of Paul Henry’s friends.
Sam elbowed Paul Henry in the mid section. “Do you think your dad can really pull this off?” Paul Henry nodded. “He’ll do so and more…go get it dad!” Furvus nodded and gave a thumbs up motion to Paul Henry as another officer with a mic called out. “Who’s ready for this lift for charity? The mighty Furvus Wolf will attempt to lift our police helicopter in a feat of unbelievable strength…wolf vs. machine…muscle to metal!” The crowd cheered as the news cameras rolled. Furvus stood in f
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
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