Haunted By My Past (Part 3)Haunted By My Past (Part 3) in Drama More Like This
Haunted By My Past (Part 3)
“Was there anything in particular that you wanted to do this evening, love”, Arthur asked his fiancé happily as he straightened his tie standing upright. Even if on the days he wasn’t working, he was always very prompt. Never had ______ seen him absolutely relaxed. Even sleeping side by side, Arthur had always seemed wide awake as though he had a bit too much caffeine depriving him of peace. The young gentleman liked tea in particular and had it almost every free past time. Especially when it came to the last few hours of the day, Arthur was anxious.
______ tied her hair back as she began boiling some noodles to make pasta. “I’m making dinner right now, Arthur. Maybe after dinner?” Arthur gave a nod in response. “That sounds just jolly”, he smiled in satisfaction. As ______ continued adding spices into the heated metal bowl, Arthur couldn’t stop moving about the house as he focused on either cleaning up
Haunted By My Past (Part 4)Haunted By My Past (Part 4) in Drama More Like This
Haunted By My Past (Part 4)
The next couple of nights had been rather harsh on Arthur. Each night seemed to build an even stronger anxiety within him. After Arthur’s nightmares reached their climax, he wouldn’t wake. No, he would endure the pain of greeting his fears every night as if something kept him from waking up. The thought of how gruesome the dream might actually be frightened ______. She’s heard of stories with people who’ve suffered these symptoms. Usually it was due to something frightening or a rough childhood. It was of most perplexity that the man she had fell in love with was beginning to turn into something much madder… much more psycho.
After waking up the next morning after his dreams, Arthur would discover that ______ would no longer be by his side. His screams in the night had frightened her so much to the point of actually leaving the room and sleeping downstairs were the painful sobs and wails of her beloved her muffled. They still r
Haunted By My Past (Part 2)Haunted By My Past (Part 2) in Drama More Like This
Haunted By My Past (Part 2)
Arthur extended his arm forward to touch the face of his significant partner next to him on the king sized bed. A fairly large gap separated them; a gap Arthur didn’t like. He wanted to hold her close, so he carefully dragged his athletic body close enough so he could wrap his arms around her warm body. As he caressed the cheek of his loved one, he noticed how peaceful she looked sleeping. He wondered if she could still keep that face even if something ominous had been haunting her in her sleep. He looked at his black digital alarm clock on her night table to find it was eleven in the morning. He panicked for a quick moment until realizing that he was off from work today. He sighed and looked back to his sleeping fiancé.
His face always seemed to soften when he looked at her in such a state. Taking his hand, he tangled his slender fingers in her hair. He savored each touchable strand he grazed in her slumber while being careful not to wake her. That is
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Haunted By My Past
The room was black. Pitch black.
There was no light except from the outside of the jail cell from which the prisoners were kept. However, in all this dungeons space, there was only one prisoner; one captive who remained on the wet, dirty, and cold barren floor of the cavern. A young man beaten to the core rested his tired body on the wall of the stone built hell around him. His breathing was barely noticeable. In all of his worth and in his horrendous state, he looked calm, at peace, and in deep thought as if something serious was on his mind.
The sound of locked cell doors resounded and echoed throughout the site. There were bars from where the noise came from but outside them, the prisoner could see nothing. Only a faint light that emitted from their monochrome could be seen on the other side. A man however walked on its emptiness. A ginger with piercing green eyes and a cigarette pressed against his lips unlocked the cell with a smirk. He took a puff
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Hi, My name is Faceless: America X Reader
Later, I light a candle in an old Anglian church. The smell of burning wax and the fragrance of my past lingered throughout the church. I remember the days I served as an altar boy for the Father Chaplin and the Latin responses I had trouble memorizing.
I kneel at the communion rail and say a prayer.
I pray for my brother Matthew, and hope that he will finally go home and adjust to his condition.
Adjust…. Condition: Those are terrible words. Matthew is now without a few fingers in his left hand and broke a few bones in his foot. He can barely walk but the doc says he should heal in time. “Thank god I’m right-handed”, he once said, but I don’t think he was really thanking God.
I also pray for the souls of my father and mother… whoever they may be…
My mother and father were never known. I was adopted even by my father Arthur. I was “found” in
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Time written: 11:48 a.m, Monday
Hey if you had the ears that I had, then I would sing you a song from my heart but I wonder if you'd hear it...
You start to notice alot of things in high school. Like the same group of students who share common personalities hang out with one another and those same group of students who you feel might have made the world a better place if they just dropped dead. I kind of expected high school to be like that though. I've never entirely fitted in with the masses. I'm my own kind of "outcast": not to far in, not to far out. I'm sure there are people who feel the same way. Like Jessica. She's in a simialir possition as me. That's probably why we get along so well. The teachers are what they should be. Demanding, wise, and knowledgeable. Despite the actual school ciriculum, everything seems to be made of lies. The sm
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Ninja Love: Ninja!Japan X Princess!Reader(1)
(Note: Names have nothing to do with country relations or actual
history and or the anime fandom... but it's still good~! And it made
my friend blush :3 )
It’s the year 1581, in Japan at a small village known as Kawachinokuni. Japan is still at a time isolated from the rest of the world. The late 14th century marked a time of intense civil wars between samurai and ninja clans alike. An evil and cruel tyrant known as Nobunaga plans on taking over all of Japan with force; killing everything in his path. Your mother and father both died of illness and for years you’ve lived with your grandfather. You’re now 18 years old and old enough to marry, though it’s never crossed your mind…
“What are you doing ______?” asked one of the villagers as he saw you
trying to balance several baskets of fruits and seeds.
“I’m just taking these snacks to the students”, you replied casually, tr
Things are going well ^w^This might just be a new turning point for me. I'm starting to feel much better thanks to everyone. I'm glad to have people that actually care about my health, even if you don't know me. They say the internet is where people say how they truely feel. If this is true....Things are going well ^w^ in Personal More Like This
Then I feel really blessed ! >/////w/////