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Three Simple Words. That aren't I love you."Drip. Drip. Drip."
This was the clever beginning to a story I read before. The text may have been written differently, font and all, but I remember the words in the row, and I remember it sucking me in. I think it was some fan fiction to an anime, it may have even been from The Things We Carried or one of those war books I read. I don't know, and it doesn't really matter. It was the point of it all. The falling of text to the picturesque capture of the situation. Three words that not only told you the situation: water; What it was doing: dripping and the scene: falling water; and that time was passing. Also the questions it leaves you with. Falling from where? How much? What is it that is dripping? Water, blood, juice, soda, oil. I guess I just want the author to know, that I typed that, to start a songfic. Then I realized, I had scene it before. It was awesome, and while I don't remember the story. It was one of those stories that made me like reading for a little while.
IrritableI can get pretty irritable
I can scream and shout,
My clenched hands cause my knuckles to go white,
My sarcasm gets stronger and fouler,
The lights burn my corneas,
and the sounds stings my ears,
but all I can do is try and get through it,
cause all I have, is better then all they don't.
Yet, I am irritable
For Ever YoursDear Darling,
I sat again, by the old river that connected us as children. I remember the days in June, when we'd go swimming in the calmer parts right outside of town. You, always charming, would arrive an ignore all the other girls, and just speak with me. I remember all the chitchat during chores, when the girls would whisper, about the boy from the town across the river, thats hair was as dark as the night sky, and his smile glistened in the sun light in spring. I remember that they would ask me about you, and want me to get you to talk to them. I never wanted to, Darling, because I liked you so much, I wanted you all to myself. I was selfish that way, but I guess I was having my time with you while you were still here. Now, your everyones. A soldier for our protections. I guess I knew you'd always become a man of war. With your bright ideas and patriotism and loyalty. A man of the people. I'm not sad, that your there. I'm happy, but the nights are lonely. I wrote to tel
Pocket watchThe old man,
stern and solid,
reaches in to his pocket.
The old man,
Solemn and shivering,
The old man,
simple and sovereign,
takes out his gold pocket watch.
His connection to the old.
Slender.Man.She ran, up and down through the forest. Her chest heaving with each and every breath. Choking on the sound as she tried to gulp it back down her throat, so IT wouldn't hear her. She knew there was no hope for silencing her movements, she wasn't graceful, and she wasn't docile, the only sounds were her breaths and the crunching of the forest floor, she couldn't hear the life around her, she was just self-aware and frightened. If it caught hold of her again, who knows what would happen. She just needed to escape the forest and get on the next train down south, there she would stay with others, others who have had the same experiences, who have faced this beast. However, her hope of finding the exist were low, she had been running for what felt like hours, when ever she would stop to take a break, she'd look around and only see unfamiliarity,and then with the simple crack of twigs she'd be off again. She was taking no chances, if it was the beast, she would be eaten alive. So, she ran, a
ForeverOne day I'll walk along a wooded path,
I'll feel the kiss of the sun on my face,
My feet will make creases in the deep grass,
My body will shiver in the cool wind,
and my heart will beat faster,
I'll come across a clearing so wide,
and I'll look around at the tree's that surround,
graceful pictures dancing in the shadows bough,
This thought in my head will last forever.
I'll run and fall like tears in my eyes,
the capricorn will find its sweet demise,
the cold's cuts will be rough and full of hate,
when the shadow man turns to break,
the dreams I've kept for so long rock,
and the ideals miss their mark,
but the thought still lasts forever,
even if it can't be shook awake.
DelightedKenzie didn't have much he could do. He could only sit and wait, and wait, and wait some more. His instructions were clear. Wait and don't be seen. It was in the middle of another war, in a time of chaos and seperation. Families were split apart over the pettiest of grievances, and no-one was going to admit fault. Kenzie felt he was supposed to see something. But waiting made him restless. He wanted to jump out of the coverage of the foliage, and join the boys at arms. It was hard being one of the chosen few. Those who didn't get to take the roll of hero, the ones that if they died it was honorable and upfront. Not secret and require trickery and lies. That was the life of a Chosen. What about his family, his wife, his children? To the people in charge, to the noble to the rich, they didn't matter. So all he could do was wait. Just wait behind the trees. Just wait.
InnocenceBoys and Girls:
With sweet whispers,
secrets and sounds.
Lost in a strange place,
nowhere to be found.
Boys and Girls:
Stuck between a beckoning
and a scream, simple little
children missing another hymn.
Boys and Girls:
Roaming a crude tower,
surrounded by saints and soldiers,
with only the myths to believe
and the crow of faltering ravens lead them home.
Boys and Girls:
rip at their wrists,
they wake up in the shadows,
The Looking Glass The Looking Glass
Golden flowers encroach upon the shimmering silver lake,
On the outside,
There is but one way to look,
On the inside,
Thousands of places to roam,
Each wave reflects her angels,
The seer unveils its brilliant masquerade,
Will Alice ever come back,
Or will she be stuck in deep curiosity?
Golden flowers encroach upon the ever-changing glass
They keep opening and closing,
What is said to be lies,
Proves itself true,
It's not the door that shrinks,
It is the image of youth,
The seer sets fire to a forgotten dream,
Will the Hatter ever drink his tea,
Or will he keep changing seats?
They can only watch a wait.
Loki x Reader You're Reading...
Loki x Reader You’re Reading…
“…A what??” Loki asked as the laptop quickly snapped shut in front of his face. He cast a glance over at the lovely damsel known as (Name), who had an embarrassed blush creeping up her face.
“I-It’s nothing worth looking at, really!” She replied as she made an attempt to high tail it out of there ASAP. Unfortunately, Loki had other ideas.
“No, (Name), I want you to tell me; What was that Loki x (Name) piece of electric literature I saw on your page a moment ago?” He half-asked, half-demanded. She couldn’t help but gulp as she gave in to his intimidation.
“I-It was a fan fiction.”
“A fan fiction? What kind of fiction is that?” He asked curiously, her fingers drumming along the top of the laptop nervously.
“A fan fiction is a story where people will take two characters or people and put them together in a story. Sometimes it’s a character and the
Neko!Dave X Reader: Give Me Love!
(Y/n) sighed and stretched.
“Fiiiiinally, I’m done!” She exclaimed.
She closed her laptop and sighed again, getting up.
“Guess I’ll go watch a movie.” She thought to herself.
She began heading down and went to take her favorite drink, some popcorn and of course, some apple juice for Dave.
As she entered the living room, her eyebrow twitched.
Dave’s ear twitched at the sound of (Y/n) calling him. He looked at her.
“Why are you without a shirt?”
Dave shrugged. (Y/n) sighed and went to the sofa, sitting in it. Dave sat beside her and slowly got closer. (Y/n) didn’t say anything, she knew what he wanted.
“Here.” She handed him his apple juice.
Dave slightly smiled and snuggled in (Y/n)’s neck as a thanks. He then drank all the juice.
(Y/n) started the movie and placed the popcorn and the drink in the small table next to her.
Then, she felt weight in her lap. She knew what it was.
Depressed!Romano x Reader- Whiskey Lullaby
He had kept all your letters.
The normal, almost automatic like thing people would usually do when they receive letters is to read them once, or skim them over again just to make sure that they had read it entirely right, quickly soaking in the words that had been written or typed by a loved one or friend. Even a bill of some sort would be quickly read through and paid in no time, leaving the white strip to be tossed into a nearby trash can- And the only time people would usually send letters is to wish someone a happy birthday, or to congratulate the person on some life accomplishment or simple goal that they were aiming to achieve, like finally bearing a child or graduating from high school and entering the college of their dreams. Simple letters had been getting scarcer the more technology through the ages has progressed into a world wide fenominom, leaving pieces of paper with conversations people would treasure and hold near to them to diminish little by little. It was on
England X Reader: Teach Me How to Ice Skate
“Arthur, can you finally tell me why you decided to bring me here?” you asked, turning your head to the side to look at your emerald-eyed companion who walked next to you, your gloved hand tightly holding on to his.
At the sound of your voice, Arthur shifted his gaze, which was previously focused on the path ahead of him, over to look at you, and upon seeing the eager and slightly impatient expression on your face, he let out a tiny smile. “You’ll find out soon, _____,” he replied, turning his gaze back in front of him.
You pouted slightly and clenched your fists impatiently, causing your grip on Arthur’s hand to tighten. “You’ve been telling me that ever since we walked out of the house, and I still don’t know why.”
“I’ll tell you once we get there,” Arthur answered simply, not even turning his head to look at the slightly disappointed expression on your face.
You let out a groan and removed your hand from h
Naga!EnglandxReader: Promises (Ch 1)
You ran as fast as you possibly could. Your knees pumped up to your chest and then kicked hard at the ground. Your arms were pumping at your side. Your breath was heavy and shallow. Your whole body ached and your feet were numb. You were covered in scratches from running through the many bushes and trees in this forest. The night was so dark that you could barely see anything. You were tired, and almost out of breath, and you didn't know how much longer you could go before you would collapse. Your chasers weren't far behind. You didn't dare look behind you, but you could hear their heavy footsteps and the sound of branches being pushed out of the way. They were catching up to you, and fast.
"Come back here, (Name)!! You can't run forever!! Just turn around now, and no one has to get hurt!" the sinister voice of Luciano Vargas, the leader of your pursuers, called darkly. You gave no answer, but kept running.
"Fine, have it your way. We'll just h
The Mirror (Loki x Reader)
Loki has no idea, you’re certain, of how lonely he is. You watch him pace about his chambers—as you always did—clearly unsure as to what to do with himself. He feels angry, betrayed, and confused. And always he forces himself to carry this burden alone. His sits down heavily on his bed, head in his hands, and you move to obtain a finer view of the man. Perhaps you should reveal yourself to him, let him know someone was there for him. But you knew full and well how skittish he could be, both untrusting and unwilling. You run a gentle hand down the edge of the glass, tracing the outline of his defeated reflection. You sigh heavily as you pull away from the mirror, washing the image of the man from it confines, leaving only a copy of your lone image.
The knock at your chamber door pulls from your reverie and elegantly you glide over to answer its call. It’s Sif. She grins at you and you can’t help but smile back as you invite her in.
“How have you been?
Meeting the Family- Lovi x Reader
“It’s getting colder,” you whispered to yourself, watching your breath steam up the window on the bus. You snuggled down into your hoodie and glanced at your phone. You smiled as you saw the message- I’ll be right there.
The bus made a screeching sound as it stopped at the end of the street. You got up, grabbed your bags and thanked the driver. You smiled really big when you started walking off the bus. You jumped, bags and all, and the reason for your smile caught you.
“I-idiota!” he yelled. But he didn’t let go.
“I missed you, Lovi!” you said as you hugged him as best as you could with bags in your hands.
He didn’t say anything, but held you close for a minute. You thought he’d hold you like that forever until you heard someone say, “Fratello, is that your fidanzata?”
You heard him curse quietly under his breath. You giggled. “Lovi, who’s this?”
He set you down and took your
My Boss' Secret 8 (Modern AU! Rivaille x Reader)
Scratchy and ticklish, that’s how I would describe the fibers that reached up and itched my cheek. There’s one major problem with my current sleeping arrangement and of course, the perpetrator also happens to be the very source of my recent problems. I don’t think there’s any need to elaborate more on that fact.
“You’re a terrible host, I hope you know that.” With my voice low and still recovering from my sudden wake up call, I called out to the man stretched across the bed.
“The alarm was ringing for ten minutes and you were still off in whatever sick world you dream of.”
“Who wakes up at six in the morning on a Sunday anyways!?” I cried in utter displeasure and found the strength to pick myself of the carpeted ground.
Seeing that I was ready to get up and moving, Rivaille removed himself from the bed and began to push me towards the bathroom.
“Hurry up and get ready, we have cleaning to do.”
Oh somebody ple
Stay [Dave x Reader]
Hey there! You’ve reached [Name] and Dave’s residence- Seriously residence? Who says that? Shush, Dave! I’m trying to record! Anyway, sorry we couldn’t come to the phone- No we’re not. David! Leave your name and number and we’ll get back to you when we can! No we won’t.
\\I’d sell my soul just to see your face, And I’d break my bones just to heal your pain.\\
”Dave, it’s Dirk. I know how much you like throwing yourself into your work and music, but come on bro. I mean, you still have the same answering machine. It’s been a couple of months now, and we’re all worried. Being like this isn’t gonna make her come back. Call me when you get this. I love you, dude. We all do.
Dave’s hand hovered over his turntables as he listened silently to Dirk’s message. He had already guessed all of them had been worried about him. Hell, he could se
I'll Never Be The Same AgainWhy can't you ever own up to your feelings?
I'm always running in circles trying to meet your gaze.
Isn't it unfair that you never say the same?
Bright lights can show the shadows in the beautiful darkness.
If airplanes really had the magic of stars, then what would be the point of making wishes?
That's why I won't listen to "I love you" because it doesn't always mean the same.
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