And then they all died.
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Too far to reach I remember the day you were born. Such a happy day. As you started to grow up, we spent everyday having tea party's in your room with your stuffed animals. We were happy as could be.
And now the sky cries.
Then, after you hit teen years, you changed. Not the happy, cheery girl. No, you were the depressed, gothic girl. I loved you all the same. But you never returned those feelings. I tried to let it slide, I really did. But, when you were fifteen...it all...I can't bring myself to think about it sometimes.
Black seems to be the main color o
Dear Shallow People
I'm sick of people being shallow, and picking on other people for the things they can't change about themselves.
"She's too tall"
It's not like she can control her height.
"He has a big nose"
What is he supposed to do about it? Get plastic surgery?
My heart is hidden
I burried my heart, deep into the moist soil.
I left, never to return. Someone would find it.
The purpose was all there. The one who I will love will find it.
Others will try. They will fake it. They will bring me a fake heart.
They will expect me to be fooled by their tricks.
But they would be wrong. I'm not stupid, nor a
The Shadow Figure The trays banged loudly on the floor. Then the lights turned off. There was a loud "whoa!" from everyone in the cafeteria. Us students took our cellphones out and used them as flashlights. The teachers didn't mind. In fact, they copied us. That's when I saw it. It looked like a man or a woman, I couldn't tell the gender. But whatever it was, it seemed to be made up of the darkness. A few people screamed. 'Why do they have to be so loud?' I thought. The scream didn't seem to bother the shadow. In fact, it made it mad. The shadow took a boy and he vanished. I gasped. What was it? What would happen? And most importantly, will it take me? I looked around, but it was no use. I couldn't see anything. How could I escape?
The shadow was taking more kids. It started a panic attack. Everyone was screaming and running. People were smahing into everybody and everything around them. The shadow didn't seem to mind the noise and mayhem. In f
My favorite quotes"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words shall never hurt me"~IDK
"Yesterday was history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift, that is why it's called the present"~Kung Fu Panda (1)
"Today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday"~Wifey for Lifey
"Why do today when you can put off til tomorrow?"~Squidward
"What is today but yesterday's tomorrow?"~Mr. Krabs
"Crayon's are perfect people. Some have funny names, some are dull, some are pretty, and all are different colors. But they all live in the same box without trouble"~BCxButch
Pretty in pink Me and my younger sister Kola stood outside. It was cold, I could barely move my fingers. Lots of different people passed us as we waited for mom. It was too loud to listen to my music. Too crowed to play a game. Lots of young animal-human girls passed, wearing pink. I looked at my bow, which was pink, to Kola's shirt, also pink. I let out a long bored sigh. Too boring to care. "Hey Monkey, your pretty in pink" Kola said after a few minutes. I blinked and grabbed my tail. Kola should know I hate pink. "Kola, you may look pretty in pink, but I look perfect in purple" I said. Kola looked at me. "How did you think of that?" she asked. I shrugged, letting her know the conversation was over.
Kola didn't take my hint. "I'm pretty in pink, your perfect in purple, but mommy is beautiful in blue!" I sighed. "Pretty in pink, prefect in purple, beautiful in blue, gorgeous in green" I continued. Kola thought for a minute. I thought she was out of col
Sentiment (Loki X Reader)
~5 years old~
“All hail king Loki!” You cried enthusiastically as you knelt before him on the grass.
He smiled. “Thank you my loyal subject! You may rise!”
You giggled and stood up before laying on your back on the grassy hill. Staring at the sky. Loki did the same. You looked over at him and held his hand.
“One day you’re gonna be king. I know it.” You said as you stared in his eyes.
“And when I am you’re gonna be my queen.”
You smiled and looked up at the sky. “We’re gonna be together forever right Loki?”
“Forever and always (Y/n)....Oh and by the way I made you something! With magic my mom taught me!”
You sat up. “You did?”
“Yeah! Here!” He said handing you a small gold ring, surrounded by emeralds.
You grinned and put it on your right hand. Loki then teleported it on your left ring finger.
“So people know you’re
South Korea x Reader - Pray For
A tribute to the Sewol victims and their friends and families in South Korea.
Links and information can be found in the description.
"Yong Soo... Yong Soo, please, you have to eat..."
The words that left your mouth coated in the desperate sound of your voice seemed to have no effect on the Korean man, for instead it seemed to mingle together with the hundreds of unheard screams and grief-stricken wails that lingered and echoed in the confines of his mind. Your voice was nothing but another bruise to his already battered state, tearing open the still fresh wound.
You eyed him for a response, for anything – maybe a small movement, such as a slight perk of his ears or a subtle twitch – anything to let you know that he'd acknowledged your words, but there he remained, hunched over on the couch like a statue with his face buried in his palms.
"Yong Soo..." His name was constantly uttered by you, more often than not being said in every sentence as you approac
Bunny!England x Reader- Easter from the Heart
This is the second part of the Easter story I made from 2013- if you wish to read the first part before getting to this, part one can be found in the description. Thank you, and Happy Easter!
"Happy Easter, _________!"
Indeed, today had been April nineteenth, the day where children all around the world would hop out of bed to go in search of the baskets the well known rabbit had hid for them the night before- their little hands dunking hardboiled eggs that had been prepared that morning into cups of colored water, instantly drawing little faces on them afterwards to give the appearance that they had been alive. Today was the candy filled, egg hunting day known as Easter, a national holiday that had been a tad more refreshing than that of Valentines, where everyone showed their love for others by buying stuffed animals and chocolates that would be neglected and eaten, or St. Pactricks day, everything you can possibly think of being decked out in shades of green,
A Song For You (Daddy!Slenderman X Reader)"Shhhh, it's alright, daddy's here...." said Slenderman as he tried to calm down the small baby in his arms, a few months had already passed since he'd gotten her and right now he was trying to get her to fall asleep but to no avail.
Even as he spoke soothing words to the child her wails did not cease and only further strengthened the slender being's headache. Splendorman who was coincidentally just passing by outside the room stuck his head in and watched as his little brother try to unsuccessfully calm down his crying niece. He walked into the room covered with cream colored walls and with a crib and a lot of stuffed toys in the crib itself and on the floor.
"How about you sing for her? I've read that babies usually fall asleep when their parents sing a lullaby" he suggested to the younger Slender sibling.
"Then what do you suggest I sing her then?" Slenderman was desperate enough to sing almost anything just to get his wailing child to calm down and get some sleep.
"I know just the
We Fight Together (HiccupxReader) One-ShotThe sound of rocks crashing upon the island of Berk, mixed with the roars of dragons was heard. The black sky was covered in thick, grey smoke that made your lungs burn each time you inhaled. You tried to stay focused, tried to keep on running as your boots became covered with mud. The village houses had been set ablaze. Some were caused by the dragons who missed a target by accident, the others had been set on fire by the enemy.
Your eyes darted left and right, searching for your friends and most importantly, the one you loved with all your heart, Hiccup. Due to all your running, your (h/c) hair stuck to your forehead with sweat and your heart was threatening to burst out of your chest. But you couldn’t stop running. Not now when Berk was under attack.
The Outcasts had gathered up their strength and were now currently attacking with Alvin the Treacherous as their leader. You cursed underneath your breath and you dived to the ground in front of you in order to avoid being hit wit
Norway x Reader: Actions Speak Louder Than Words*Squeeze* "GAH! What the he-" *Poke* "Um, please sto-" *Squeeze*
______ glares at her friend from the coffee table, him on the couch and her on the floor. "Lukas.", ______ warns in a deadly tone. It was a normal day in the (l/n) household, well, except for an unexpected visit from a certain Norwegian. Lukas lets out a flicker of a smile, but it disappeared just as quickly as it came. "Yes?", he asks, with that same monotone voice. He mentally smirks, but kept up the infamous poker face.
"Stop poking meeeeee. I need to finish my book", she pouts as she held (f/b) up, him noting that she looked cute like that. Lukas ignores the command and squeezes her cheek again. "Hey, ______? Do you know the phrase, 'Actions speak louder than words'?" ________ looks at him strangely, but nods slowly.
"Well, what do you think this is telling you?", he asks, and gently pokes her on the arm. She scowls and swats his hand away. "I'm fun to annoy?", she tries, the annoyance clear
HetaliaxReader - Need A Hug? - Canada
His room was only a few doors down from yours, room number 221. Matthew Williams or Canada was staying in that room. He wasn’t noticed much but you almost always talked to him, to make him feel included. You knew how he felt since you were once like that, an almost unnoticed country. So you were sure he wouldn’t mind you if you did pay him a visit this late at night and he’d be happy to help you out.
You reached his room and knocked three times on the door. Creaking and a muffled sigh could be heard from the room. You knocked again, this time slightly louder.
“If he doesn’t answer I’ll just go back and deal with this on my own,” you mumbled to yourself. “It couldn’t be that bad.”
Thankfully you heard a yawn followed by footsteps walking towards the door. The door opened to reveal a half asleep Canada. His blond hair was ruffled, glasses were askew and he was wear a white shirt with. . .
“Oh _____!” He squeaked and
Manhunt (AvengersxReader) Pt. 3Steve turned around slowly, trying to remain calm as he came face-to-face with the lidless boy from earlier. But now that he had a better look at him, he could tell that he wasn’t a normal teenage boy. He had long, charcoal black hair that looked coarse to the touch. His skin was paler than the moon above and the dark rims around his eyes chilled Steve to the bone. But the thing that stood out most to Steve, was the carved in smile on his face that stretched from ear-to-ear.
“Hey there, soldier,” he said hoarsely. “Before I kill you, how about I give you the pleasure of knowing your killers name?”
“I’ve kicked Red Skull’s ass before, so I think I can handle you,” Steve said firmly.
He didn’t have his shield on him right now, but he didn’t think he would need it at this moment. The boy in front of him pulled out a long kitchen life whose blade reflected the light off of the moon.
“Don’t be so confident,”
I didn't mean to....uhhh~Levi X Reader(i sometimes wonder what goes on in my mind to think of these. Yes there is swearing)
You had gotten cleaning duty as a punishment, well I mean you sure as hell deserved it. Well but it technically wasn't your fault, but did the Corporal really have to glare you down while you cleaned.
~flashback to the incident~
"(Y/n), Do you think the Corporal has a nice ass?" Sasha says.
"Why the fuck would I be staring at his ass?" You say. Jean overhears the conversation and says
"I dare you to touch his ass and not get caught."
"Do you think I want a death wish?"
"Looks like someone is just afraid to get some ass." He smirks.
"No. I am just afraid of losing my ass."
"Then just do it, (y/n)." Sasha says.
"Or are you too chicken?" The Jean starts making
Hetalia Writing Challenge: Day 7 Once upon a time, there was a cat. That cat belonged to Germany. He was Germouser. Now Germouser was a very strict kitty while his older brother was fun and awesome. Despite his meanybuttness, for some reason, Itabby was his all time BFF. One day, Germouser woke up and began to eat breakfast. But he didn't like it. Then his tummy made the rummbles that only hands would satisfy. So Germouser decided to walk around and look for food. But the lack of food made him very sleepy so he took a nap.
And then they all died.
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