Ode to a Knucklehead -Part 1-The telephone rang at the Mihama house. The only resident inside at the time was the young prodigy Chiyo Mihama, or Chiyo-chan, for short. The little red-headed girl reached for the nearest phone and spoke with her cute little girl's voice, "Hello? Mihama residence."
An elderly woman's voice replied, "Chiyo, dear? It's Granny Bertha."
Of course, this was Bertha of the Sinnoh Elite Four. Delighted to hear her grandmother's voice, Chiyo-chan piped up, "Oh, hi, Granny! How are you?"
"I'm just fine, dear." Bertha said. "I'm calling to tell you that I was just invited to the Frontier Formal. It's going to be at the Peninsula Hotel in about three weeks. Would you and your parents like to come?"
"Oh, yes, Granny, I'd love to!" Chiyo-chan answered, excited. Her voice then drooped into disappointment. "Mama and Papa are really busy, but I would love to go!"
"Tsk-tsk. Your parents are hardly ever around anymore, are they? You're a very strong young lady, Chiyo, darling." Bertha said. "But, I gue
FaggotFaggot4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
My body shakes and shivers. It trembles with every tender touch of your supple hands. Stroking every spot and tracing every curve. Breath fills the air. I'm panting and crying. Fearful. I hear a growling voice. Enveloping every soft moan that fills my ear. Your hands gently caress my face. I come closer yearning to taste your lips. The feel on my skin is now rough and ghastly. Caresses turn into tugging and pulling. So hard. My skin is ripping. I stare at the coarse texture of the rope, contrasting the smooth feel of your lips against mine. I taste you. But it transforms into a nauseating taste of blood in my mouth. Your lips reach down to my neck. Teasing my soft spots. I feel it becoming forceful. Strings piercing through my delicate face. The rope now encircles me. Fearful. I turn you over sliding my hands across your back. My body against yours. I feel empowered. My hand is slipping away. Tied behind my back. Stripped from all power. My breathing weakens. I lay my feeble head again
Germany X fem Italy Oneshot: PromFour letters. One word.Germany X fem Italy Oneshot: Prom3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
That's the only thought that could come to Ludwig's mind as he sat in the middle of gym filled with colorful decorations, lights, and music. Every other teenager appeared to be having a good time as they talked, danced, and drank with other students. Ludwig, however, had a different mind set. He wasn't focused on the gym, the scenery, or even having a good time
He was focusing all of his attention on a certain someone. And that someone happened to be Alice.
He watched from a distance as Alice laughed with a group of her friends. She looked beautiful in her blue prom dress.
"That could be me," he thought to himself, "I could be laughing with Alice right now "
And although his heart told him to go, his body refused to move and Ludwig could do nothing but sit silently in his seat.
He watched nicely-dressed couples walk by hand in hand. He imagined himself holding Alice's hand, both of them smiling at each other with their faces tinted pink.
.:APH:. Strong, Not Fireproof EpilogueIn the hospital, a different story was unfolding. Germany was not faring well at all. He was very thin and he could not see at all. Italy, Romano, and even Prussia were in the room with him. Germany was holding on to Italy as if it would mean his death if he let go... which it probably would..:APH:. Strong, Not Fireproof Epilogue2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was impossible to get Italy to move from Germany's side. With each fading breath of Germany's Italy would tremble as if he was praying for some miracle to occur. Prussia had managed to get away from Russia for a short time and stood close to his brother's bed. "Damn it, West..." he swore, trying to hide his tears.
Germany opened his glassy eyes, which had turned white because of his condition. "Bruder... I am so sorry..." ?He closed his blind eyes again from exhaustion. ?"I've failed... I failed the boss, I failed my people, I failed my friends, my bruder..." he said hoarsely.
Prussia tried to smile with bravado but the strong front was made useless by the tears sliding down his face. "D-Do