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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.
Little Red Riding Hood-Gaara X Reader-One Shot!
Little Red Riding Hood
Gaara X Reader
Song-fic One Shot!!
Author's Note!: So I really love this song called 'Little Red Riding Hood' by Bowling For Soup and I was thinking, why not do some kind of mini series thing with it? Like I'll make X Readers with different characters the song fits like Gaara, Shizuo from DRRR!!, even Nero from DMC4!! And maybe more ;3 Anyways so yes, here is the Gaara one! Please note I am still re-watching the first Naruto but I know a lot about Shippuden so I hope not to screw up! DX So please enjoy and please no flames! ;-; Enjoy and please comment!! Also I'm not FOR SURE if Gaara is still looked down upon even after loosing the Shukaku so please give me a break, it's part of the story. v-v Anyways, enjoy!! Also comment more suggestions cause as I said I'm doing like a series with this song so comment a character you think it fits and I'll do my best!! READ DESCRIPTION!!
Who's that I see walkin' in these woods?
Why it's Little Red Ridin' Hood
jeff the killer x reader cynical skin 3you groggly walked to school. sighing you put in one ear bud, keeping the other out to pay attention to your surroundings.
you heard footsteps behind you, and you froze.
slowly turning around,
you came face to face with nothing. you shook it off and continued walking.
you felt breathing on your neck and began sprinting to the school.
you reached the school, and stopped, out of breath.
"what is the emo girl running from? surely there isn't anything scarier than that freak" the popular girl said to her boyfriend and he chuckled.
you ignored her, walking into the school.
"today my parents are getting home. i'll be perfectly fine once they get back" you reassured yourself. putting on a fake smile you walked into the classroom.
thirty minutes into algebra your principal walked in, his face looking grim. he and your algebra teacher muttered some words to eachother that you couldn't quite make out and then they stopped talking.
"ms (l/n)" you looked up at him confused.
"please come to my offi
Hate into Love 19Hate into Love 19
"I brought your breakfast" said Fleetway, "Thanks" said Shadow, "Oh and by the way" said Fleetway going to Shadow secretly, "Look what I got?" said Fleetway, "Is that?" asked Shadow a bit shock, "Yes" Fleetway said. Shadow laugh and high five Fleetway, "Your amazing" he said, "I have been told, besides I think the green kid is kinda cute" said Fleetway, "Gross" said Shadow, "Don't take
It the wrong way I'm still marrying my little Soniku" said Fleetway, Sonic was looking at them confused while he eats. Fleetway wave at Sonic winking at him. Sonic smiled and looked away, "I think he is liking me already" said Fleetway, "Don't get your hopes up its going to take you allot more than that to get Sonic to fall in love with you. But that's not important, last night I got a call from Sonic's friend Silver" said Shadow, "Isn't that the one that went missing?" asked Fleetway, "Yes and it seems that they are in a room filled with blood, I think there in a forest" said Shadow. "
jeff the killer x reader cynical skin 2you awoke gasping.
you grabbed your chest, coughing up blood.
you quickly stumbled to your phone calling 911 "h-hello" you said and began coughing up more blood.
"i n-eed an ambulance, b-befor-"
"m'am where do you live? stay calm" "how the fuck am i g-onna stay calm, i've been stabbed in the ch-est bitch!" you shouted coughing up blood.
"m'am do not speak to me that way. where do you live?"
you gave them the address feeling dizzy, everything went a blur and you passed out.
you awoke in a hospital, you sat up, cringing and looking around.
you felt very uncomfortable, you'd never liked hospitals and tried your best to stay out of them, but here you were.
you glanced to your left stiff like you had been still for days- and jumped to see a man you would take as a doctor sitting on a rolling stool holding a clipboard.
he looked away from whatever was on the clipboard that he had been so intently focused on and smiled kindly at you.
"you gave us quiet a scare" he said quietly,
looking at you
Reader x KnB: Holiday job Chapter 2
Author's note: First I want to thank you for the ideas you gave me and one is in this chapter. Hope you enjoy it
f/n = first name
l/n = last name
e/c = eye color
h/c = hair color
f/c = favourite color
The boss comes again and I go with the luggage carrier to check the package. When I come back to the lobby the next bus already arrived.
Yosen. The team which I feared the most. For my age I'm a bit short and they're all so high. Many people bully me for my shortness, that's why I hope they don't.
When they enter the building I must look up really high to look them in the eyes. And they all look so scary! "H-hello and welcome to this high class training camp. My name is (_f/n_) and-"
"You're really short. For consolation I give you this candy." The purpil haired guy from the Generation of miracles, Murasakibara, hands me the candy and eats his sweets.
I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn around to see my boss. "I take over, little girl." He grins and goes to the basketball players.
A thousand years of Sonic 12A thousand years of Sonic 12
Make it in the city
The next morning Silver and Knuckles woke up from the hotel, "Knuckles? I've been looking for my car keys have you seem them?" Silver asked looking around the room, "Nop I think you left them in my car" said Knuckles, Silver saw a note with a flower on the desk. "I think I know who this is from" said Silver picking it up, "Let me guess the yellow one" said Knuckles. "This guy creeps me out" said Silver, "How did he even know you were here?" Knuckles asked, "I'm even to afraid to read it" said Silver putting it down. "It's funny to hear you say that" said Knuckles, Silver went to a little fridge and opened it from it Fleetway came out kissing his lips. Silver in a flash closed the fridge, "AHHHHHHHH! Knuckles Knuckles!!" Silver screamed getting on Knuckles, "What? What? What?" He asked. "He is in the fridge" said Silver, "Okay what?" Knuckles asked, "He jus
Furvus Wolf: The Big Wolf of BaysideElly, a slender female cat with very nice curves, looked a bit nervous as the male wolf tugged at her arm. “Come on babe…let’s get out of here.” Elly frowned at him. “I’m not your babe…and I don’t want to go anywhere with you…I just came to this club to have a good time and dance…not to be picked up by a creep of a wolf like you!” The male wolf narrowed his eyes and growled dangerously at her which really scared her. Her nerves settled though as she saw who was quickly coming up behind the wolf.
Furvus tapped the wolf on the shoulder and when the wolf turned around, he had to look up to see the much bigger wolf. Furvus stood in a tight black tank top with SECURITY written across its front in white letters, jeans and sneakers. The wolf took notice of Furvus’ hulking muscles and the fact that he was not happy at all. However, the wolf was not too bright and wanted t
jeff the killer x reader cynical skinyou walked home after an exhausting day at school, feeling the breeze dance across your skin in the night.
you walked home.
you got home, closing the door behind you and locking it. you sprinted to your room.
you heard the noise of glass breaking and your front door opening.
"huh?" you heard a noise and peaked into the hall.
"h-h-ello?" you walked out and slowly walked down the hall,
a figure stood at the beggining of the hall in a white hoodie,
"w-who's there?!" you said, stuttering.
"go to sleep" you heard the boy say.
he lunged at you with a knife, you ran to your room, closing the door and locking it.
he banged on the door, attempting to kick it in.
"ugh!" you ran to your closet and hid there, trying not to make any noise.
the boy finally kicked the door in,
he looked around for you.
you put a hand over your mouth, choking back tears.
the boy looked under your bed, he heard shuffling in the closet and walked over to it.
slowly opening the door. your eyes went wide an
Shiro's Profile Sheet WIP
Name: Shiro Morimoto
Romanji: Morimoto Shiro
Meaning: White Source of God's Tribute
Age: (Appears 25) Over 200+
Height:186 cm (6'1")
Weight: 210 lbs.
Hair: Light Brown
Blood Type: 0+
Affiliation: 7th squad, Gotei 13
Occupation: Lieutenant of 7th Division
Team: 7th Division, Gotei 13, Soul Society, Seireitei
Partner: Captain of the 7th Division
Base of Operations: 7th Division Barracks
Marital Status: Married
Wife: Kaida Saito
Relatives: Unnamed Mother (Deceased)
Aduah Morimoto (Sister, Deceased) Gaiden Morimoto (Father Deceased)
Education: Shinō Academy
__|Appearance & Personality|__
Shiro is a youthful appearing man with sun kissed skin tone, a muscular body tone and stand six feet tall. He has messy short brown hair that has bangs that dangle on his face and light brown eyes. His most distinguishing trait are the three scars that go down his left eye that he
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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