A Life Mission-Free! ES Matsuoka Rin x Reader PT 1A Life Mission-Free! ES Matsuoka Rin x ReaderA Life Mission-Free! ES Matsuoka Rin x Reader PT 11 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
(F/N): your first name
(H/C): your hair colour
(E/C): your eye colour
(Fr/N): friend name
(Fr/H/C): friend’s hair colour
(F/C): Favourite colour
Ah, morning. The start of a brand new day. Yellowish lines glowed and reached every corner of the earth, bashing the dark with fierce yet soft light. Birds flew around and sang the morning theme, waking the unfurled flowers with its chirping notes. It was a perfect way to start this nice, warm, sunny day. Surely, this beautiful harmony would lift the spirits of all being.
Yet, one heart was gloomy, weighted down by an unknown and confusing feeling.
There, stood one woman who witnessed the gorgeous morning, yet mirth was nowhere near her (E/C) irises which stared at the object on her hand.
Upon closer inspection, it bore the sign plus or positive.
The woman—whose name was (Y/N)—could only release a tired sigh
Hope for a Young GirlUnlike Mama’s Plant, my symbol of hope wasn’t living; it doesn’t grow in the ground to become something big. It was written, recorded, and the given to the world as a present. It was the song- “Mockingbird” by Eminem. This song is what helped me move from day to day. It was my inspiration. To me, it was the sunlight that the plant needed to grow.Hope for a Young Girl2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ever since I was a little girl, something always seemed to happen to my family and me. I’ve been through divorce, drugs, jail, being taken from my dad, and I’ve had to move from family member to family member. I had never completely understood why until I was older. When I was six years old, my parents got divorced. My dad cheated on my mom and my mom cheated on my dad, and the plain out fact was that they just didn’t get along very well.
“We did not plan it to be this way, your mother and me
But things have gotten so bad between us
I don't see us ever being together ever again
Like we used
The QueenWe see her emerging from a fleshy cavern, a womb, and into frenzied chaos, a murky bath, an anxious birth. The young mother is crying, both out of joy and of pain, but primarily of overwhelming relief. Black hair sizzles to a boil in the hot water. A midwife asks for the father’s name, and choking on her own tongue, the mother eeks out the name. A womb is an ocean, a song, a soft hum. The baby is both today and tomorrow, and if she ever doubts herself, just tell her to remember this.The Queen2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Reincarnation: understand it and be grateful.
After the most laborious experience of her young life, mother is too exhausted to think up a name after the dark diva confirms the child’s female gender. And so the father names her Angela, noticing the porcelain angel that watches the scene closely, guarding the weak child, easing her into the world of Burnt Flats.
Doctor Virginia crudely and robotically jots down the name in the notebook which sits on her right
ChelseaShe wanted to be the color red. Because red was the color her cheeks would turn when he brushed his thumb across her wrist. It was the color of the curve of her lips when she brought them to meet his. It’s the passion in her heart that beats with her growing affection. The color of her dress when it fell to the floor, unzipped. The heat from his skin when his hands touched her body. When his lips memorized the red of her desire. The intensity of their movements engulfed in lust. The piece of her she shared with him, and the one she let him keep. It was the color that she saw when she found him with someone else. Every touch, every kiss, every moment. Hazed with red. It’s when you smash your fist into the mirror you stand before. You let out what runs inside because you want it to drown what you see on the outside. It’s the provocative screams she threw at him. The color of her skin heated with rage. The color in her eyes when she sank to the ground the sobs she chokedChelsea4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tragic NightmareHer brother shook her, waking her up. Their mother wasn’t home; nor was their father for that matter.Tragic Nightmare21 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“We better hurry so we don’t miss the bus…” her brother had mentioned before returning to his room to get ready to go.
She wasn’t like most typical girls. Five minutes went by and was all ready to head to school.
“Avery! Let’s go!” Caty opened the front door. It was wide open except for the screen door.
She opened the screen door as her brother rounded the corner from the hall. Making it outside, they started sprinting to their bus stop. They made it just in time as the bus was turning onto their street.
It was just another typical type of day in the fifth grade-reading and working on the garden that our classes created.
As lunchtime rolled around, churros and chicken strips were the main course for their meal.
The day went by quickly as soon as lunch ended. Some classes were participating in their p.e. course while others were in t
A Girl I KnowEight years ago, there was a girl He saw, with the skinned knees and large round eyes. And He saw the rejection she felt in her tiny face. He saw the eyes that turned glassy with tears even though they never spilled. The hold in her small clenched jaw and the quiver of her chin. And He wondered why she stumbled but never fell over. The unbearable distance of a sign of praise she couldn’t make it. He saw her grow a little taller. Shoulders stiff and her walk slouched. He saw the fire that burned bright and heavy. That sparked the red and burned the dark. He saw a sad child living in the shadow of her own twisted psyche. He saw a skeleton of the past broken down. He saw a face pale as his own but missing the light. He saw a pair of eyes, dark and flat consumed of nothing. He saw the tears that were finally shed over a casket woven into the dirt. He saw a light inside that He couldn’t fix. He watched her till death, alone with a bitter end. And she saw Him as well, her eA Girl I Know4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This