~Christmas in Kiev~ *Hubby!M!Ukraine X Wife!Reader~З Різдвом Христовим~~Christmas in Kiev~ *Hubby!M!Ukraine X Wife!Reader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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'Drabble #23 from 'All I want for Christmas' series'
The little (h/c) haired girl drew patterns onto the frozen window,watching the sea of white with bored (e/c) eyes,as she swayed her legs back and forth to keep herself occupied.
"Don't you think they are pretty?" a soft voice came,causing the girl to gasp in surprise and retreat her now cold index finger from the window's glass.
"No,I actually hate snow!I get sick quite fast and my mom gives me all those yucky things to get better!" the girl explained to her small companion,watching his curious baby blue eyes widden in surprise.
"Da,but the snowflakes are nice,aren't they?So soft and delicate,falling to the ground as if they are dancing." the blonde boy explained with a lullying tone,his voice a symphony of notes which reached plesantly the gi
Black DogBlack Dog3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Life not as death but unlife as night is to the summer of the soul/ of a man. Warm breath gone cold, forced to shrivel into a snarl. My prism of thought an artifice of oblivion; a black hole at the heart of every inner sentence, internal monologues disintegrate in hatred, fear and pain. That anguish strains the skin I'm in; a rack of carnal torture, the tearing of tissues, of my self. I claw at my face in torpor; guilt; convulsions of angst, ripping fibres of rage, self consuming self, the gift of life a collapsed imploding star, light so bright it becomes blindingly black.
Time drags, numbs –stops? –my body breaks down into components; part in sleep part in motion. In the darkness of the room a part of me stirs not in body but in spirit, the form of flickering shades deep in the pitch black congeal and rise, with nightmares for blood and malaise for bones, the skin is a rough coarse hide clothed in the bestial furs of a desperate greed; a hunger to fill the void that has formed it. It
The Rebel's Howl-Ch. 1All was quiet in the great forest to the wandering deer. He stumbled along, ignoring the dull throbbing pain in his crippled leg. He had been separated from his herd in a rockslide, where a boulder had landed on the leg. But summer was coming, and he was unworried as to the likes of predators that could pick him out by the scent of blood and infection.The Rebel's Howl-Ch. 16 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The delicate shoots of grass that had shot up during spring after winter thaw were just beginning to mature. He bent his neck to nibble at the tender shoots, but straightened as he heard a slight disturbance in the brush around him. He pricked his ears and raised his muzzle to the air, but the wolves had burst out of the trees before he could even scent their presence. There were three males and one female; the largest of the males took the lead as the buck took flight, and leapt for its shoulder, while the smallest male let out a burst of speed and fastened his jaws around the deers tender muzzle, his bushy brown tail just s
Wolf Children: The Lone Wolf (AmexReader) #1Wolf Children: The Lone Wolf (AmexReader) #12 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was a hot summer day when I first saw him. I had just barely moved into our cozy traditional styled home. We came from the city. My cousin had came to stay with us for the summer.
“(Name)!” My cousin came running to me crying. He looked terrified. “(Name)! There’s a wolf over there! I saw it! It was fighting a wild boar!” He continued. “Then leave it alone.” I said while putting my sweet strawberry ice cream popsicle in my mouth so I could pause my mp3 and hear what my cousin had to say. “B-But it was so close to me! What if it tried to hurt us!” He yelled pointing to the forest. “It won’t, if it does we will just get inside. And you know you’re not supposed to be in the forest!” I said scolding him. He sniffled and sat down next to me. A few seconds late my cousin spoke up again. “You won’t tell uncle, will you?” He asked giving me the puppy eyes. “Rye, I won’t, no-“I h
The SuperiorThe Superior4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Are you sure this is going to work?" spoke a young male, with black thickly curled hair, and a face masked by safety glasses. "I mean this wolf is just a pup, is this humane?" There was a nervous tone to his voice. It sounded as if it shook, just a tad, as he spoke.
A man chuckled. He was a large man, quite the opposite of the petite young man standing beside him. His laugh was hearty. These two men were standing in a lab, next to a table in which a young wolf sat. The room was lit brightly, almost too bright, and the room's walls were a unstained white color. Everything in that room seemed to be of a white color.
"Yes, of course it'll work. It'll simply create a stronger wolf." He injected a squirming wolf pup. Its fur was a thick black color, and her chest had a small white diamond on it. Yellow eyes pierced everyone in its vision. The pup gave a small whimper but quickly stopped, and wagged his tail
Addressed to Jane Doesome nights I like to tear my veins out, individuallyAddressed to Jane Doe2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like flower tendrils waiting to bloom and
string them up in the sun I never got to see;
violet memories, severe and sharp around the edges
like the day her eyes clouded over. blooming
purple, precious thing, nurtured by her inability to say no;
I wonder what she’d say when she saw the spaceships
steal the sky. she’d raise her bloodless palms
to the empty heavens and ask them to take her, too
(these nightmares are a self-diagnosed
expiration date, I wake to the sound
of your wildflower heart mourning my
goodbye. I still wince like there’s
a war being fought between my bones;
the history books won’t remember the way
death knelt and cleaned my canvas
skin, kissing my forehead before
abandoning me to lose in peace) dear
nameless, the numbers stamped on your wrist are not
an identity. on nights such as these, I swallow your voice
like a shot of whiskey and string myself out like you,
the porcelain savior, hollow,
Empiricismshe grits her silver scalpel teethEmpiricism2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
runs spectral fingers through
alloy lungs, she's
dressing in hypocrisies, she's
stretching amber bones &
laughing & it tastes like
tragedy is written out of
mucilage & bathos
she will craft you out of integers & alkaline fluids
(she's a connoisseur of kids like us).
Springtime SwandiveI am not falling-- tumbling throughSpringtime Swandive3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
acrimonious stages of paranoia
meets depression meets all
those things I’ll never reach,
and it’s a quiet green thread that sews
these calloused palms to the gravitation
of your solidarity; dreams revolving
slowly around the circumference
of stranger stars, on their backs
sighing liquored lullabies and drifting
down to sleep.
there are few things in this life
which I know to be real when
I still cry out at night from the phantoms
tearing through my chest, but you are
the sun rising at 3 AM on a
sleepy Wednesday morning and the
last wish birthed on wanting lips and
the persistent anchor, weighing in reverse,
dragging my sunken body out of all this
wreckage: a fresh breath, it is spring
and the air is born again and I am
an inequality of more than I was
yesterday and less than I’ll be tomorrow,
and a contradiction, too, a passerby
in the inevitabilities of my own life
watching, slowly, my ascension to grace
and the subtle beauty of th
LonelinessI sit here and think of you.Loneliness2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes it seems that's all I do.
Loneliness is all that I feel.
It almost seems like you're not real.
To hold you close would be bliss.
To feel your warmth, your touch, your kiss.
It drives me crazy that you're not here,
And won't be for a whole year.
Being with you is all that I see,
But until then, loneliness will engulf me.
Dandelion QueenI dream of the ocean;Dandelion Queen3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that paper-thin line where
the current swallows the stars
and the water churns violet
(you tell me to be
dandelion queen, we've
heard all these words before)
I will sleep heavy
and wake a few hours before dawn,
only to forget my name
my wave-weathered heart will cry,
I will cry (my biggest fear
is drowning in too many
of my own weighted words
you tell me to be
so I can hear the world breathe)
I want to go home
RestlessI’ve been living in the same breathy dreamRestless3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for too many days now; I’m bed-ridden and
stale and I reek of those moments that come
full throttle like a car crash on a winter night
this is evolution where weak hearts
are afraid of the shadows and where
an apologetic wind births no remorse;
he will move on—anchored ship
set sail, I am the sunken wreckage
that never learned how to swim.
he will move on, Darwin says
I never had a chance
I wish I were the textbook sadness,
symptom and solution and endurance
but I’ve spent too long sleeping on the
thoughts of shooting stars and gravity
and reasons, scientific calculations with
thrice-checked proofs for the skeptics
that don’t believe in the sleight of hand magic
reality wants to imply
I am not the insomniac writer with
better things to do than sleep; I am
the heavy bones afraid of what
lies in the darkness beneath
the skeletons of childhood monsters
Even in agony i still love you....My heart has died tonightEven in agony i still love you....2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My eyes have been dried out
And still with all this agony
You’re all I think about
Once again you’ve hurt me
Watch as I beg you to return
Yet you ignore my pleads
You stand there and let me burn
You broke my heart to pieces
You burned my hope in life
Should I even forgive you?
Or should I get my knife?
You’re all I’ve ever wanted
You’re the reason I’m still here!
Why do you keep on hurting me?
Why watch me shed a tear!?
I thought you were my friend?
I thought we could be more….
Yet you keep on hurting me
Right down to the very core….
In the past few months
You’ve completely changed
Your entire life
Has been rearranged
And during the rearranging
You’ve thrown out your memory
You’ve thrown out your life
And you have thrown out me
You don’t need me anymore
And although it hurts my heart
I knew this day was coming
When we would grow apart
So even if you hate me
Even if you watch me fall
I no longer rule the worldSeems I no longer rule the world,I no longer rule the world3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
grains of life slipping through
the end of the time approaching
power, unable to suppress it.
When the world needed a ruler
they turned to me and shouted 'him!'
but there was no surcease of wars
and the famine stayed in place.
And during disease and death
the people turned and said
'he was meant to cure us!'
though king I never was true.
They strung me up
and gathered the tolls
dragged me through the nation
with screams of blood on their lips.
Though I begged
my crimes bared too much sin
for when it came to society
I didn't save the world.
The floor caved in,
the rope grew taught,
my struggles heard around
till the silence reigned down.
But then the pointed
and screamed 'he will lead'
at the man who took my life
and I was left on the gallows alone.
For I no longer rule the world
and the dirt eats up my soul
the grains of time and age
make for one grievous grave.
The Man In The GlassWhen you get what you want in your struggle for self,The Man In The Glass7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the world makes you king for a day,
Just go to a mirror and look at yourself,
And see what THAT man has to say.
For it isnt your father or mother or wife,
Whose judgment upon you must pass,
The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life,
Is the one staring back from the glass.
Some people might think youre a straight-shootin chum,
And call you a wonderful guy,
But the man in the glass says youre only a bum,
If you cant look him straight in the eye.
Hes the fellow to please, never mind all the rest,
For hes with you clear up to the end.
And youve passed your most dangerous, difficult test,
If the guy in the glass is your friend.
You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years,
And get pats on the back as you pass.
But you final reward will be heartaches and tears,
If youve cheated the man in the glass.
Almost Perfectthe sun is melting away,Almost Perfect3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we call it romantic when
all good things die quietly;
I feel like I’m always transitioning
through different levels of sobriety:
spent up on the people in my life
like the girl who doesn’t remember
my name and the boy who thought
I was joking.
(I will care for myself, and
then the world will stop and
spin in the right direction;
the mirror will blur and
I will finally see me,
unfiltered and beautiful)
I just want to believe
that somewhere there’s a boy
ready to sing my bleeding ears
with a cinnamon voice, he
will tell me I couldn’t
possibly be human: something
otherworldly, a moonmaid with
starry eyes come to make
and it would be almost perfect,
floating in that jagged gap where
devotion seems to breed and
where I could finally sleep,
untouched and sober.
don't forget to let me go(the worst thing I’ve ever beendon't forget to let me go3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is an accident)
my words have no filter and I am
too many apologies bound
together by the stringent belief
tomorrow is worth more than today—
remember that summer when I was
beautiful? all covered in amber fog
and delivered like a dream. I was
a porcelain promise, a lavender
whisper, a breathtaking cancer,
and so many other precious things
I just want to go back to that
time where I was unmolded by
mistakes and words unsaid
(it was never you
I have spent too long trying
to drain out every tear from
the ocean, my love,
simple tasks are for the
weak of heart, it was
I am still beautiful at night:
a perfect collision on a road
going nowhere, (please
do me one last favor
and remember me.)
Liechtenstein x Fem!Reader - Request"Hey, do you want to come over today?" ____________ asked, standing in the doorway of Vash and Lili's enormous home.Liechtenstein x Fem!Reader - Request2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"She has some work to do later," Vash said sternly. "But she may go with you for an hour or two."
__________ smiled. "Thank you very much Vash."
"Take care of her, that's all I ask," he said, crossing his arms. He scowled at her. "Make sure she doesn't run into any stupid boys."
__________ nodded. "I promise."
He called for Lili.
"Coming, big bruder!"
She came skipping down the steps, with her purple bows flopping and her big smile bright. ____________'s heart fluttered.
"Wow," __________ said. "You look really pretty today."
"Thank you!" Lili said, smiling even wider. "Let's go!"
She took __________'s hand and nearly dragged her out the door. Vash waved curtly before closing the door loudly.
"What do you want to do today?" Lili asked.
"I don't know, we could go down to the pond. There's some cool butterflies there. They migrate every season
DamagedThe day I gave you my heart I trusted you like I did no otherDamaged2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I felt like you would be the one that I would be able to go to when I needed something
I guess I was wrong,
You turned into something that I thought you would,
You seem that you were only there to bring me down more so than up
I hate to say that I fell in love with you,
Because I wasn’t supposed let it happen the way that it did.
I messed things up in so many ways that I lost count,
All I want is to make everything go back to the way it use to be,
Back to when we said that we loved each other and meant it.
I never wanted us to end up this way,
But deep down I knew that it would,
I fucked everything up and seems to be no way that I can ever make it up.
I let myself get broken all over again and seems to just keep getting worse.
I need to find a way to make it all disappear and make the pain go away,
But seems that wont be the case because I am forever broken….
More thanThis is moreMore than2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
This is more than bad days
More than long, empty nights
This is more than falling.
This is the bottom.
The aftershocks of pain
This isn't fearing what comes tomorrow
But fearing the idea of tomorrow itself.
This is cold acceptance
Indifferent to all that could be good.
This isn't hope
This isn't happiness.
This is freedom.
Freedom to accept everything ends
and reveling in that.
Only the best breaths are the ones that could be your last.
That is freedom
Not the judgment of others
Not the money you work for
The only release
as it ends
And I fall, smiling into the darkness.
The Silence is GoldenShe was lulled in his arms. As a tiny body between the claws of a beast, which was undressing her soul completely. She could not articulate words, only the sound of her breathing was marking her presence. I might swear that she wanted to shout ...The Silence is Golden7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Suspended in the air, sat in the high, hung of a thin thread...
That dark and cold evening was witness of her pain !
The echo of her mind was sharp and oppressive, she could not flow, she could not look his eyes, she swallowed each of her words, while she was bitting her lips.
The most beautiful chapter of her life, it were diminished to a couple of minutes and empty words. She discovered her ephemeral world!
She is destroyed within, looking for consolation, she is lost in the past ...
Her mouth with sutures, whereas her silence was the great protagonist !
existentialism and shoddy metaphorsI was violet-cheeked andexistentialism and shoddy metaphors3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
diamond-hearted; a work
of art in reverse,
tearing between my ribs
and calling it beautiful,
and I wonder now why they
never taught me this in school;
the sepia-saturated glow life
gives out some point after
you’ve realized wishes are
for those who’ve not yet
woken more alone than when
they went to sleep,
they never taught me all
the reasons why or that
sin tastes sweet. I met
my maker once in a backalley
bar, stormy eyes and peppermint
breath, charming off a hangover;
he sighed, “I know how many
days it’ll take you to give up
completely. I know how many
dreams you’ve sold away and
how many lies you need to
swallow before you can fall asleep.
I know that you’ve never quite
grown up and I know that
you’re afraid of me” he
smiled silent and downed
another drink, losing himself
in the ramblings of a solipsistic
existence where “I” am finally all
that matters (and sometimes
I believe I was built hollow