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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
Tiny Lady (Loki x Baby!Reader)“I vow that everyone here shall suffer if someone does not remove this fiend from my person!” Loki growls as he tries to untangle your curious fingers from the silken edge of his pants.
Thor’s laughter is booming as he steps forward to pick you up and hold you in one of his large arms.
“Now brother, this tiny lady is no fiend,” Thor coos playfully, stretching out a single finger to tickle at your belly.
You laugh giddily, small fingers wrapping about his finger, a large grin on your face.
“Yes,” Sif says in that gentle baby voice everyone seems so keen on adopting when in the presence of an infant, “She’s a lady.”
Sif wiggles her finger over your stomach and you watch her silently before laughing and reaching out to take one of her fingers in your hand.
“Agreed!” Fandral throws in, sauntering over to peer down at your face.
You trill delightfully at the addition of third face, hands on a new mission as they stretch
Watch your step - Loki x Blind!OC
Watch your step - A Loki x Blind!OC drabble
Summary: Having lost her sight during the New York attack, a young girl deals with living in large city. Returning home one evening, she bumps into a stranger.
She was walking down the sidewalk, moving her walking stick in front of her to ensure that she wasn't going to bump into something or fall into a hole (not that it would be the first time it happened, anyways). She sighed lightly, feeling the chill evening breeze play in her hair. Pulling her jacket closer, suddenly her walking stick slipped, causing her to stop dead in her tracks. Listening closely, she tried to figure where it had fallen before she turned to the right, took a step and instead of bending down, she bumped into something.
Or...someone. From what she could sense, a tall person was standing right in front of her. She assumed she had bumped into their back because she felt movement as soon as she touched them as then she almost
Soldier! Germany x Crossdressed! Reader - Survival
“For a long time we've been marching off to battle
In our thundering herd we feel a lot like cattle
Like the pounding beat our aching feet aren't easy to ignore
Hey, think of instead a girl worth fighting for” – Mulan
[f/n] was marching.
Left, right, left, right.
It was tedious, so repetitive and easy that she knew she could keep that pace with her hands tied and blindfolded. God, why she-
The girl tripped over a rock on the path. She nearly knocked Taylor down, who bumped into Braginsky. The Russian collided with Jones, which took the balance out of Kirkland, who smashed his nose into General Beilschmidt’s back. They all stopped for a moment, and then turned around, staring at her murderously.
If a pin was dropped on the forest ground right now, she guessed she’d hear it. The silence was not very comfortable either, now that she could feel everyone’s eyes on her.
“Sorry.” She squeaked before s
Dave x Reader - Warm Up To Me
You slowly walked down the street, your left hand interlocked with the right of Dave Strider, your boyfriend. The two of you were heading home together, as you did everyday. Snow blew in the air around the two of you, and each wore light jackets - you were both pretty stubborn when it came to winter coats to face the winter weather. At least Dave was bright enough to wear a scarf, unlike someone who decided to leave their face exposed to the cold, wet snow.
You squinted your eyes and let out a small achoo! and quickly shook it off. Dave chuckled and reached over, ruffling your [h/c] locks. Unable to hold it in, you sneezed a few more times. You rubbed your nose with your jacket sleeve, hoping it would sooth the burning pain.
Dave glanced over at you. “You look cold, babe.” He casually poked the tip of your nose.
You frowned. “I am not cold,” You muttered, trying to the sound of your chattering teeth. If he thought that you were cold, he would probably mak
AtC: OverprotectiveThe familiar squeak of the hinge as you pushed open Rivaille's door made you smile as you entered, watching as your husband looked up from the window he was standing at. He glanced at you for a moment without greeting before turning back to whatever has captured his interest down in the courtyard below.
A playful smile danced on your lips as you strode over to where your husband stood, hands folded behind his back.
"I brought you lunch." You declared, setting a small basket of groceries down on the surface of his desk. Rivaille did not look up. You paused for a moment, observing him.
His brow was furrowed in an expression of frustration or mild anger, you weren't sure. His mouth was a taut line, his eyes half lidded as he stared down at the courtyard.
"What are you looking at?" You asked, though you already knew. You wandered over to the window, placing a small peck on Rivaille's cheek before gazing down into the courtyard.
A young lady, with dark feathery
By Sheer Chance (2P Romano x Seamstress!Reader)Everyone knew the name Lovino Vargas. If you didn’t that meant you were living a rock for the last few years. He was a famous fashion designer and some of his creations were seen all over the country, Europe, Asia, everywhere. He did what he did with pride and he was unisex and some of his creations cost almost nothing but some of his designs cost an arm, leg, and even spleen. Sometimes he would charity auctions, even a rumor that he once walked into a high school arts and crafts fair saw a that the drama and arts department were selling their costumes and other creations to keep the art programs open. He bought them out, gave them back and donated it all back within the same day. Everyone thought he was either genius or mad. There were other rumors too, that he was very difficult to work with. There’s was story where he made models run out of his studio in tears. One model regaled how she he told her that she wasn’t “It”. She was accepted everywhere and w
Throwing Punches (Thor x Reader One Shot)The punching bag swayed slightly as you battered it with a barrage of sloppy punches. You hadn’t spoken a word since the attack on New York, since you’d learned Coulson had died, and the Avengers were starting to worry. As a skilled tactician and a deadly martial artist, you’d been with the initiative from the start, a Shield agent paralleled only by Hawkeye and Black Widow.
You attacked the punching bag angrily and without proper form, ignoring the pain it caused your unwrapped wrists and fingers. There was only one person who could get through to you when you were like this and it just happened to be the very man you were grieving. Coulson had been the family you had never had, the friend you always wanted, and the mentor that you desperately needed.
The chains holding the bag up groaned as you landed a particularly forceful punch. You hated Fury for using his death as fuel for the fight. You hated Steve for not signing his trading cards before he died. You hated Lo
Hetalia Kid-Countrynapped Chapter 14
"Take out her records..." Ludwig muttered. Matthew took out a heavy file, the countries glanced inside. No such thing had happened, no sudden illnesses , no nothing. They looked at each other. She hadn't even been to her country. (Name) looked in as well and blinked, she knew this wasn't hers.
The countries looked at each other, had they gotten the wrong person?
(Name) shuffled away from the medical records, she glanced at the people who were staring at her with a confused look on their face.
"Dude, how can the hero get it wrong?" Alfred asked looking shocked. (name) tilted her head, so if she wasn't who they thought she was they would let her go? She sighed.
"So why am I here again?" She asked slowly. The countries glanced at each other, an awkward silence filled the air.
"Well... oh dear" Arthur coughed glancing at everyone.
"The awesome me refuses to believe that I, the awesome, am wrong!" Gilbert scowl
Cleaning and Sabotage Part 2 (Levi x Reader)“___, get back here!”
You giggle –or at least try to, in between huffs and gasps. “You’ll have to catch me first!” You shout back teasingly.
Levi doesn’t even bother to reply, but his pace quickens as he rapidly closes the distance between the two of you. Maybe it’s just your imagination, but you can see his eyes gleaming like a predator who’s found its prey, and his lips curled into a cold, calculating smile. You gulp, turning forward and pushing as much power as possible into your legs.
Unfortunately, you couldn’t keep this up forever. Your breath was coming out in heavy gasps now, and it felt like your lungs were going to explode. You could feel your muscles weakening, and your speed gradually slowing down. You figured you had at most a minute left before your legs would completely give out.
And judging by the threats streaming from behind you, you did not want to get caught by him.
Then, out of the corner of
Hetalia Writing Challenge: Day 9 Childhood, Rome remembered, was a very tough time. He was so small compared to the rest of the world, and the founders were weird ass half divine twins. True, the founding of his country had been extremely weird, and to some people, not possible to some people. Rome let out a sigh. He snuck a glance over at Germania, who had just been sitting.
"Vhat do you vant, Rome?" he asked. Rome frowned. "You know, you always have a been so cold. But, do you ever stop and think about your childhood?" Rome said, patting Germania on his back. Germania raised a eyebrow at his Roman friend but said nothing. Rome smiled and leaned back.
"Do you know how I was a born?" Rome asked. Before Germania could respond, Rome continued. "Yes, I was born after the birth of the twins Romulus and Remus, who are created with the founding of Rome. Si, they were half-divine, sons of Rhea, sons of the God Mars. Yeah, they ove
Stuck The car sputtered and shook as it came to an almost silent stop. The engine had gone silent as the horn beeped loudly through the dark night. The orange gas light blinked mockingly at the woman behind the wheel. It was making fun of her; she knew it was making fun of her. Grabbing the black cellular phone on the passenger seat, she looked at it with full intention of calling somebody to come help her.
“Oh, what the hell?!”
The “no service” sign was mocking her at the same exact time. The horn beeped loudly as she slammed her head against it once again. The day was out to get her in general. She had arrived at all her classes late, and her son was sick with the flu. The babysitter was able to watch him as she went to her late night classes. Giving a heavy sigh, she lifted her head off the wheel to look out the window. Drops of water pooled on the windshield as rain started to fall in a pitter-patter pattern. She didn’t quite understand the message th
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