~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
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
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
RiverClan KitRiverClan Kit6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Date Length Genre Subject
Oct '08 2:58 Guitar Warriors
The kitten at the top of the pole
Is looking at you like you're a vole
It want's to take you into its den
Look at the moon it's quarter past ten
It's time to go to the nursery
Where all the kits and queens always sleep
How is it gonna get to the ground
It doesn't even seem to have found that
I've been planning to follow
The kit to the sandy hollow
Through the sunning rocks
To the RiverClan camp
The kitten jumps down from a height
Its fur gleams silver in the moonlight
It strokes its little paw with its tongue
At this rate it'll be half past one
When it gets to its destination
It's gonna do something fun
The kitten stands up straight and it stares
It doesn't even seem to
Social AnxietyIt’s hard to explain, but I’ll give it a trySocial Anxiety2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It’s being afraid of people
Please don’t ask, I don’t know why
I am the quiet one,
The lonely shy girl who sits by herself
A girl without many friends
Cause I can’t seem to speak to anyone else
My throat gets tight
And my heart starts to pound
I try to talk
But I can’t make a sound
I hate this horrible self conscious fear
That’s always around
I always feel lonely
When I sit by myself
Tucked away from the world
Like a book on a shelf
There’s nothing I hate more
Than when people ask me “why are you so quiet”
Because they don’t see
This hurting pain inside me
I have this fear that never goes away
Muting my voice each and every day
It’s constantly controlling me
Locking me inside like a prison warder
It’s my Social Anxiety Disorder
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
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).
DawnxCynthia- ConvincingCynthia held Dawns hand as they walked into her home. They walked upstairs and into her mother's room. Unfortunately though,she wasn't there. Dawn let out a long sigh. She walked Cynthia back to her room.DawnxCynthia- Convincing3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cynthia sat on the floor beside Dawn's bed and Dawn sat on Cynthia's lap. Cynthia put her arms around Dawn and kissed her cheek.
The young blunette was deep in thought.
What would they do when her mother came back home? Obviously she wasn't going to make out with Cynthia in her home again and risk getting caught by her mother like last time. In frustration,Dawn buried her face in Cynthia's chest. Cynthia slowly petted Dawns head as an act of comfort.
"Everything will be fine," Cynthia reassuringly said.
"We can't be sure about that," Dawn mumbled.
"I'll have a talk with her."
"I'll try my best."
Cynthia sat on the living room couch,while Dawn stayed put in her room. Honestly,the Ch
Almost Perfectthe sun is melting away,Almost Perfect2 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 go2 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.)
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 metaphors2 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
the leper and the lambbaby boy grew up andthe leper and the lamb2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the thorns left his crown;
his sides cry red,
it scares me to hear the
same stories in his sighs.
he is the kind of poetic violent whose
words are like calculated anvils; he
dissipates between my bones and
my heart will burst, I swear it. I am
afraid of balloons and the imminent
explosion of my delicate monstrosity
rising through my throat and suffocating--
but it’s really beautiful
when he turns over and rubs the galaxies
congested within his eyes. I believe in
shooting stars and intoxicated nights and the
prickled promises intertwined between our
fingers, as I miscalculate how fragile I really am
it’s beautiful. the sun sets red
and the aftertaste of bile is of
the loveliest reminiscence,
“these things are never
yours” he croons so
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.
Glass HeartYou hold onto this glass heart of mine,Glass Heart2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But in your hands will in be fine?
It's been damaged as you can see.
Each crack is so painful to me.
All the time new ones begin to show.
And the healing process is so slow.
Already such damage you have done.
And things between us have just begun.
I know I've been clumsy with your heart too,
But I would do anything to not hurt you.
Every joy will brings so much pain.
This roller coaster drives me insane,
But it's worth it for that joy.
You gotta know how I love you, boy.
I can't promise your heart won't break.
Sometimes you'll have all you can take.
All I can promise is that I'll try.
To keep you happy, I would die.
But as I feel like I'll fall apart,
I need you to take care of my glass heart.
Second ShadowThe hand on your shoulderSecond Shadow2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The whispers in your mind
The words on your tongue
The voice in your throat
And the feelings in your soul
To drive to madness
To seduce the insane
To draw the blood
And dull the senses
To plague the memories
Of damage done
To fake safe haven
As the character changes
Light the anger and fuel the rage
Another mind to feed
A second shadow
To take you into eternity
Bittersweet - Chapter 22Gabriel smiled at her, plopping down on the motel bed. "I want to wait up for them and this is the nicest motel around here. Indiana isn't sunshine and rainbows, it's cornfields and kidnappings."Bittersweet - Chapter 222 years ago in Drama More Like This
He stood up to go change. He wanted to wear a flannel; his jacket was too warm and the shirt underneath was too cold. He closed the door to the other bedroom and he snapped a shirt into existence. He unzipped his jacket and pulled his other shirt off. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and flinched.
__________ pushed the door open, "Do you know where-"
She froze, her eyes widening. He swore and pulled his shirt on quickly. He turned away.
"Leave me alone."
She walked up behind him and put a hand on his arm. He shook her away and looked away from her again. She spun him around to face her. She unbuttoned his shirt and as much as he wanted to push her away, he didn't.
She traced the jagged scar along his chest, and he cringed. She closed her eyes and let ou
I WonderI wonder if you think of me.I Wonder2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wonder how you really see.
I don't see how you could care.
What you did just isn't fair.
You've given me so much pain.
I'm going even more insane.
I don't think I'll ever be okay.
I will think of you everyday.
Part of me prays for you.
I know it's so wrong to do,
But still I want you so bad.
You are the best thing I ever had.
You made me feel so much bliss.
I never will get over this.
Looking for some kind of cure.
Why can't it be back like before?
You said that we would together.
Friendship would last forever.
Without you I said I'd be dead.
At least that would be in your head.
Those WordsIt’s alright.Those Words2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’m not going to judge your decision.
You’re not going to judge my decision.
You’re not going to judge
I appreciate that,
No, I lied.
I appreciate the effort.
I appreciate the effort you made
to tell me that you’ll still be here.
But those words,
those tiny, insignificant words,
It makes me cringe every time I hear
and I hear them far too often.
I hate those words with all of my being.
No matter how much I plead
that you don’t say them anymore
I know that you still think them.
I’ve spent bleary-eyed nights trying to tell you
that it’s not a choice,
because IT ISN’T.
I don’t know how to say it differently.
I never asked to be like this.
I never asked for everyone to look at me differently.
I never asked to be tormented by my feelings.
I never asked to be treated like I’m different,
just because of a part of me beyond my decision.
I never a
ghostwriterhere, everyone’s pupils are dilatedghostwriter2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and skin is stretched too tight
to expose the wind-swept spider webs
writhing beneath their porcelain composure
here, the shadows are afraid of us.
(and it is our desire
to finally come down to that place
at night, the rigid ghosts rock me to
sleep. their cardboard hearts and
inky eyes just begging to be seen
(it is only in the
darkness that I am
perceived to be more
than I am; holy
star to guide them
the current carries my name,
I have spent too little
too long on rivers that
only flow south
I vomit up saltwater and
try to remember,
UndedicatediUndedicated2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wrote you a poem.
skeleton smile-- moonbeams
drip from your unharnessed
habilitations; you speak and
ravens tear through your throat
(I will be there) you are
a catalyst whose ghost eyes
died for a better day
unaware promise bearer, take
me away. as you live these
beautiful vanities, take me
somewhere refined and romantic
like the lies you languish, where
a heavy heart weighs up to
primed and pruned, I am
a seedling: an exaltation to
all that is you
we both cry the same kind
of quiet, and whisper the same brand
of please-don’t-listen-close; I
just want to leave before I break
when you [do it first] decide there is
a life worth more than the scars
I bear (though I mostly want to ask
does it ever go away?)
churning repetitions of an
unmentioned time, I carry you
within my mouth; tucked away and
slowly disintegrating the things
I barely speak:
(you saw more of me than either of us
could admit) the time for letting go
has passed me by
bLeEd DaMnItIf anyone could write, it couldnt be me....bLeEd DaMnIt6 years ago in Horror More Like This
But as I am .
I really tried last night....
But that lovely little story just wouldnt come out right .
I burned it after reading my wretched attempt
Then I tried again...
The words flowed as easily as the blood from my legs . my back, my heart.
Yes, I remember every cut, every slash, every tear in my eye, the words came out all on there own, there was no staunching their flow.
That red rainbow spectrum was so very, very beautiful as it pooled about the crooks of my twisted body.
I love the colour, the taste, the pungent odour, the texture. Oh! You cant imagine the way it feels!
I traced my finger along the fresh cuts .the blood collected under my nails.
I wasnt thirsty; my misery wouldnt let me ingest anything. I remembered the blank typhonic heart Id made on my wall with black nailpolish . too ..colourless .
It made such a pretty filler on the wall...
I did it.She stares into his emerald eyes.I did it.7 years ago in Horror More Like This
One last time, she thinks She knows
They kiss; he leaves a promise of tomorrow left hanging at the door as he turns away
He starts down a dark alley, a shortcut to his home on the other side of town.
A flash, a bang, and he knows no more
She stares at the flawless imitation of life in his face, so pristine, so peaceful so wrong?
As she lays her rose on his chest, thorns prick her fingertips, she cries out, not in pain but in anguish.
A deep hatred bubbles in her chest, making her blood run cold what is this? She asks herself.
Hate hate is new to her
They find the boys murderer, and he is to face trial
On that day, she looks at the killers face, with long, mangly hair, and unshaved stubble on his face.
The 45. Revolver in her sleeve she looks into his eyes as she says the words Fuck you. And calmly pulls the trigger.
The killer dies on the spot, a poo