Suffocate“I didn’t want him,” she says. “I wanted something, something I saw in the eyes of Libby, Sam, Sandi, and Agnes. Something that would have made our new world, our safe world, a home. Children were a part of that world and so I found myself a child. Perhaps, I thought, I would love him and everything would fall into place. Perhaps with a child I could be content with safety, and normality, and a world without knives taped on mop heads.” A cold smile. “I still catch myself thinking that. I still think that maybe tomorrow will be the day where I can fall asleep with the lights on.”Suffocate3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Carmen’s features are stark and cold; like the chiseled lines of Soviet propaganda etched onto an icy street corner. A straight decided nose, high sharp cheekbones, and thin pinched lips. Her eyes are black. We sit together in a small, bare walled, room on a pair of fold up chairs.
I frown. “You mean off?”
“No. I mean on. During the war
~Another one~*Solist!Norway X Reader*~Another one~~Another one~*Solist!Norway X Reader*3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
*Solist!Norway X Reader*
It was Saturday night - for most people,just another night as the others,the sixth day in a week,the day after Friday and before Sunday - but for those who wanted to have some fun,clubbing night.
That was exactly what (Name) was preparing for too - putting on a pair of short ripped denims,a Norwegian flag patterned bra under a black satin blouse which clinged onto her arms until it reached the elbow,leaving the shoulder exposed,as well as a good part of the back,cut in the front in fringes.
Slipping the matching black heels on,the (h/c) resumed at putting her hair into a high ponytail,curling it at the edges for effect,as well as applying a little bit of make up - the black line which defined the edge of her upper lid,a little bit of mascara for volume and a ruby red lipstick for a tint of color in all that mass of black.
Satisfied with how she looked,the female stood from the mirror,grabbing her hand purse in the process,as her female frie
PruRu: IllusionPruRu: Illusion5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I know it's hard to tell
How mixed up you feel
Hoping what you need
Is behind every door
Each time you get hurt
I don't want you to change
'Cause everyone has hopes
You're human after all
Ivan was lying on his bed, looking at the ceiling. He was waiting for something to happen. Something important, even if it was a sad thing. He knew what was about to happen was inevitable, no matter what he did. Because everything that begins must come to an end. Even his relationship with Gilbert, after all those years they spent together, and all those things they went through. It had to end. The wall would fall soon.
-He will leave. -He said sadly and sighed, feeling tears beginning to roll down his cheeks. -No matter how many times he promises he won't I know he'll leave, da.
When Gilbert finally came to love him, Ivan expected them to be together forever, even knowing that wouldn't happen, he had the slight hope i
France X Reader: Flowers Can Bloom Into LoveFor sunshineanddaises112France X Reader: Flowers Can Bloom Into Love3 years ago in Romance More Like This
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Ting-a-ling, the bell rang as you entered the building.
Upon hearing the bell ring, a Frenchman spoke up. "Welcome to (French for The Flower)! Where ze best flowers are sold!" The man struck a fancy pose at you, not stopping you from wiping tears from your left cheek using your mother's light blue handkerchief that you pulled out of your brown, single-strapped purse that you had hooked on your shoulder.
The Frenchman noticed and walked up to you, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder, "What is wrong Madam~? You look so (French for Sad). Is zere anything I can do to help you?"
You sniffled before speaking. "My mother, ___(Mom's name)___, died last week." You started crying again, covering your eyes with the handkerchief, sobbing into it. At this point, yo
12 Days of Hetalian Christmas12 Days of Hetalian Christmas12 Days of Hetalian Christmas3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
On the first day of Christmas, what Finland gave to me.....
A Gilbird in a pear tree
On the second day of Christmas, what Finland gave to me.....
And a Gilbird in a pear tree
On the third day of Christmas, what Finland gave to me.....
Three Trembling Trios
and a Gilbird in a pear tree
On the fourth day of Christmas, what Finland gave to me.....
Four creepy Russias
Three Trembling Trios
And a Gilbird in a pear tree
On the fifth day of Christmas, what Finland gave to me.....
England X Reader: Trip to France - Chapter 1"Flight 204 to France now boarding," a man over the intercom stated. "First class and minors, please line up so we may take your tickets."England X Reader: Trip to France - Chapter 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
About 20 people stood up and lined up with their suitcases. A few minors with their parents stood up and lined up as well, mixing in with the others.
However, you and your best friend, Alfred stayed put in the blue, uncomfortable seats they called chairs waiting for the line to die down.
"This is going to be SO much fun," you said sarcastically as you rolled your eyes, placing your elbow on the arm of the chair and resting your chin on your palm. You didn't really enjoy riding on airplanes, in fact, you avoided them as much as possible, not because of the cost, but of the ways of their 'entertainment.' "it's the perfect way to start a hard-earned vacation."
Being the country representative of (country name) wasn't that easy. You always had paperwork to do, you had to make sure that the economy was doing fine, not to mention that your boss hounded yo
Hetalia x Reader Phantom of the Opera 1Hetalia x Reader Phantom of the Opera 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Welcome to the Opera
"It truly is a magnificent structure," Monsieur Bonnefoy cooed, looking left and right at the granite columns and elaborate archways of the building, much like a child in a candy shop, "Simply divine."
"Indeed, it is," agreed Monsieur Kirkland, eyeing the opera house critically before turning to their blond host, "Why exactly are you selling this place?"
Monsieur Beilschmidt sighed deeply, a downcast look in his eyes. As they approached the opera house's entrance, he forced a weak smile on his face. "Well, there comes a time in one's life when you have to get away from it all. I just think it is about time I retire," the man said, pushing open the massive door in a single, fluid motion, "Gentlemen, welcome to the Opera Populaire."
The two new managers smiled, greatly impressed, as they proceeded into the grandiose building. Actors ran to and fro, carrying costumes for the second act and applying last minute touch-ups to their faces. Ballerinas straightened t
Snapped! Canada: Playing GamesMatthew gripped the hockey stick in his hands. He liked the way if felt in his palm; firm, like a weight keeping him tied to the ground. The wooden weapon helped keep him focused on the target he had in mind.Snapped! Canada: Playing Games3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As the dazed, almost groggy, sandy-blonde haired man staggered down the hallway, he passed by a mirror. Pausing for a second, Matthew turned his head to look at his reflection. For a moment, he almost didn't recognize himself.
Shaggy hair. A white hoodie with the signature red maple leaf. Glasses. And behind those were a pair of violet eyes that gazed back at him, half-crazed and insane. A gaze that most people might have told them he "wasn't completely there". But Matthew saw nothing wrong.
He thought about what others might think when they saw him. Maybe they'll notice me now, he thought.
"Who am I?" Mathew laughed quietly to himself. "I'm Canada. Ha, ha... Do you remember me now?"
The loud, cheerful voice cut of Matthew's mini monologue. The half-hyster
Romania x Reader - DisturbancesYou were busy typing your English project in your room one night. Suddenly, the windows beside you opened and a bat came in that later transformed into Vladimir Dacian, your Romanian friend who you knew was a vampire.Romania x Reader - Disturbances3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Hello there Vlad, I see you’re breaking and entering again” you said in a flat tone, your eyes still focused on the computer as you continued typing on. You heard him groan and plop down on your bed. “Geez, (name), you’re ever the cold one, aren’t you? Can’t you at least greet me with something more decent?”
You sighed and shook your head. You stopped typing and swung around your computer chair so you were now facing the Romanian boy who has a smirk on his handsome face. “Well then, Good evening your highness, and as you can see I am very busy at the moment so please don’t disturb me or else…” you tried to put on an angry face but Vladimir just laughed at your attempt. You just let out a low ‘
[wonderland]she had an obsession with saturday nights,[wonderland]3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the smell of rainy pavement, and
the sound of tired eyes --
she was crimson,
broken bird wings
and bits and pieces
of thrown-away songs
she fell down the rabbit
hole and found herself
in wonderland, sipping paper tea
with plastic people
as the world around her
spun out of
it rained tearstained roses and sleepy
whispers, crimson running
down and coating her in
a fine dusting of ash
and swan feathers
she walked through broken
glass as the silence
called to her with its
pretty little lies
but she was not Alice, and it
was not Wonderland
so she painted such a lovely little portrait
of self-destruction and said
i think i'll stay
Dead England X ReaderDead England X Reader1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Dead England X Reader
"*sniff* Arthur, how could you *sob* How could you die on us"
A girl is kneeling in front of a tombstone. Behind her standing are the rest of the Allies. On the stone is written.
He brought out the magic in all of us
The girl continued to cry. After a minute Yao stepped forward and knelt behind her. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her from behind. It is silent as they mourned. Eventually the girl calmed herself enough to look at the stone.
"Hey Arthur, I know you would be mad at me for this *sniff* but I have been secretly practicing a spell, one that will allow us to see what you see, do you want to see it?"
"Well, here goes"
She places a hand on the stone and concentrates. Her hand begins to glow green and spark of magic start flying around. Everyone looks around and their eyes widen as things begin to appear out of nowhere. Fairies, gnomes, elves, unicorns even the ones he has talked about before. They are all mourning
England X Reader: 'Make A Wish' (Contest Entry)England X Reader: 'Make A Wish' (Contest Entry)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
England X Reader: 'Make A Wish'
(A/N: My submission to The-Hetalia-Hangout’s contest.)
It was a late night. Stars were out, and the moon was shining brightly. Lighting up the hill full of poppies and daffodils. You and a certain Brit were lying on top of a picnic blanket that was simply sprawled on the floor. The night sky was filled with stars, a few fireflies were flying about. An old robin's nest abandoned, high up in a nearby tree.
It was a quiet night. The silence was bliss, away from all the noise you were so used to. The usual hustle and bustle of the city was stressful, so the calm and stillness of the night, in an empty field was relaxing. It was like a small haven in a world full of troubles, problems, worries, regrets and lies.
Snuggling closer to England, his scent of tea and vanilla is warm and inviting. You nuzzle his cheek inhaling more of his scent, the Brit’s cheeks heat up from the sudden affectionate gesture. This was normal, an affectionate g
The hidden royalty Ch. 2The hidden royalty Ch. 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After that fleeting meeting Arthur casted his mind back over the little servant a lot of times. He considered the idea of collect information about her by committed informer, but he soon realized that the best idea was asking her what he needed to know, so he had up her for a private audience. The little girl arrived soon, but she was really afraid. King Kirkland, from his high throne, was like a powerful god with the power of kill her in every moment. Although, when he spoke to her, he had a hesitant tone, quite embarrassed, although he would hide that doubt. You're finally arrived. Well, why you're shivering? Simmer down, I won't do you anything. Sit down in front of me and tell me your story.
So Arthur discovered that the girl, named _______, was sent by the nuns that grew up her during that last part of her life. That day he don't discovered much because she was called for works, but he called her every morning and so he discovered that she was lost by her parents (who she c
Under my spell part 4 (hetalia x reader)Under my spell part 4 (hetalia x reader)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The class has ended and there was a slight tap on your shoulder
A albino boy stood behind you.
"Kesese _f/n_ I haven't seen you vince you vere young" he replied
"I'm sorry you must be mistaking. You see I don't know you" you answered
"Ah so she doesn't know her first ever crush?" He smirked
"Eh-t-that was only s-something me and Gilbert knows.wait a minute are you trying to say you're--"
"Ja ze awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt ."
"Your a lot taller last time I've met you"
"Ja and a lot wiser too" he answered
"FYI I don't have a crush on you anymore"you poke your tongue towards the slytherin
"Kesese someone's in denial"he laughed then exited the class leaving a fuming _f/n_ silently yelling.
Time skip~onwards toward the Quidditch field!
The class lined up facing each other. Brooms on the right hand side lying on the ground.
"Good afternoon class."
"Good afternoon madam Katyusha" the class replied.
"Good after noon Wang Yao " sh
Prussia X Child!Reader: Torture encampmentPrussia X Reader: Torture encampmentPrussia X Child!Reader: Torture encampment3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hey, this is Gilbert Beillschmidt, also known as Prussia, the awesome one! But right now, I don’t feel or look awesome right now. I don’t know why I’m in a place like this, but I quickly became attached to a little kid and all I want is to keep her safe.
I was July 24th and it’s pretty hot where I’m at. All I can recall was that I was just at my home and some group of people came barging in and took me to some weird camp place. I can’t really explain what this place is, but it’s giving off a death camp vibe or something. Anyway, it was a really hot day and I was walking through the camp site. I was wearing black and white stripped clothing and they were pretty worn out. I looked around the area for my brother, Ludwig; I heard he was a guard in this place. I then looked to me right and I saw my brother standing by a door.
“Ludwig!!” I said, walking up to him.
He turned his head to me and muttered,
Be Mine! Demon EnglandXReader(Ch13)Be Mine! Demon EnglandXReader(Ch13)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Be Mine! Demon EnglandXReader
Disclaimer: WE DO NOT OWE HETALIA! IT BELONGS TO Hidekazu Himaruya SO DO NOT SUE US! I'M BEGGING YOU!
She has chosen to be wise. She had to choose what is good for the both of them. Loving him is a hurtful choice that she must avoid. Even if she had feelings for him she can’t take that chance to try. She had heard countless stories in her world about this kind of situation like ‘Romeo and Juliet’ and people suffering the same hardship for love. What hit her most was the story she had read about a spirit and a human falling in love each other. The both of them are in love but got hurt by each other’s feelings. They ended up breaking up, knowing that the boy was wise enough to know about her mortality. It wouldn’t be fair for either of them. Humans are mortal and he simply can’t do anything about it. He was immortal; he doesn’t die. Spirits don’t just die. Bu
Rochu- Confessions ~Request~ Another day, another world meeting.Rochu- Confessions ~Request~3 years ago in Romance More Like This
“SHUT UP FROG!”
“After you, Black Sheep! Honhonhon~!”
“I’M NOT A BLACK SHEEP YOU BLOODY WANKER!”
As usual, England and France were arguing over something stupid. At the end of the table opposite them sat Russia and China. Russia’s childlike face contained it’s smile and China had his arms crossed, obviously annoyed. These Westerners are so annoying aru. At least Russia isn't so loud. China thought. Although he thought that Russia was a bit creepy, he did have feeling for the man. Not like he would admit it though. He was certain Russia couldn't possibly feel the same.
Or could he?
A few hours later, the meeting ended and everyone packed up their things to leave. As China was about finished Russia came up behind him with a smile. This smile was different from the others, it was a smile of exciteme
Walk Inside My HeartTake a walk inside my heartWalk Inside My Heart1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where it's warm and never rains
Where the rhythmic beat caresses
And it washes away your pains
The view is always perfect
The sheets are always clean
There are never any lines
And people are never mean
It'll shield you from the world
And take the brunt of force
Where you never feel sadness
And there's no need to feel remorse
Come take a walk inside my heart
Where you will mean the world to me
Take a walk inside my heart
Where you'll live for eternity
keeping in time germanyxchubby!readerkeeping in time germanyxchubby!reader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“I want all section leaders to instruct how to march to our freshmen.” The Austrian band director said to us as we broke off into our groups. I walked back to my section, which was the baritone. We’re not the most well-known group because most people don’t know what a baritone is. Which can be good and bad at the same time. We don’t get the recognition that we deserve. However, I just love the feeling that I get when we surprise people of our skills. I’m just really excited this year because in our half time show that me and my best friend get to play a big duet. Oh yes my best friend is a trombonist named Ludwig Beilshcmidt. We’ve played together since we were younger; Well difference being that I’ve always been bigger than him until we got here to high school, then he shot up like a beanstalk. I’ve always been on the chunky side of the scale. Whereas he bulked up with muscle and it shows when he wears his black tank top.
Austria x Mute!Reader: Music Box - OneshotAustria x Mute!Reader: Music Box - Oneshot2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Roderich sighed as he left the hotel in which he and the other countries were staying. Another conference was slowly coming to an end and with more problems than before the personification of Austria was exhausted. He really missed his piano. Making music always relaxed him, but the hotel had no instruments and he was mostly unfamiliar with this city. So he opted to talk a walk, away from the other countries, alone. Maybe thinking of classical music would be enough to calm down.
The streets and trees were still wet from the recent rain that had stopped about half an hour ago. But the air was cleaner and as Roderich chose his path through a nearby park, he thought he heard a melody from a music box.
The more he walked, the cleaner the sound went and the more intricate he found the melody.
Finally he came upon the source. A young woman with (h/c) hair, a wet umbrella leaning on the bench on which she sat. In her hands was a small wooden box from which the melody came. Her eyes were
Trolling on SkypeKasuka Heiwajima:Trolling on Skype5 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Oh hello there. I'm Kasuka. I'm sort of looking for my brother right now... Blonde hair, bartender suit, most likely throwing a vending machine at his boyf- i mean, his "rival"... Have you seen him?
To my knowledge, a person of such pure manlyness shall most possibly be situated in the most probable global insertion upon a chunk of volcanic earth (commonly known as japan), in which he roams the busy night-lit streets, in deep search of his other-half, all while bringing an end to all those poor unfortunate distributors of a multitude of goods which enables soul replenishment, all depending one's need, at a variable price. If such location is somehow too vague, I would suggest that you follow the imminent trails of slight indentation inside the sidewalks (such craters are due to the forced removal of distributors), which shall most likely lead to a certain...Izaya. To my belief, if you find this fur wearing man with incredible talent and wi
Believe the TruthSome say that He was just a man,Believe the Truth4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Some say that He was not God.
This was in His perfect plan
To test whose faith was strong or flawed.
Through His blood salvation bought
Some say this is untrue.
Whether they believe or not,
He died for me, He died for you.
So as your days draw close to death,
Your body flees from youth...
Will you deny with all your breath,
Or will you believe the truth?