A Wild Ride Prussia X ReaderA Wild Ride Prussia X Reader in Romance More Like This
"I don't know about this. Why don't we ride something else first, something like the Ferris wheel or the carousel, you know, to help build up the anticipation or something. We can start riding the bigger rides as the day goes on. That way we won't be bored at the end of the day." Trying his very hardest to talk you out of what you were both about to do, Prussia stood outside the line for the biggest, fastest roller coaster in the park. “Besides, this looks kind of dangerous. I don't want you to get hurt or something like that.”
Knowing the real problem was that he was scared, you shook your head. "No way, the line are going to get crazy if we wait until later. That's why we had to get here early.” Nudging him in the side with your elbow, you looked up at him and smirked. “What's the matter, you scared or something?" Wanting only to tease him, you allowed your smirk to widen. “You're not a big chicken, are you? Someone as
Naruto Seven Minutes In Heaven GenmaNaruto Seven Minutes In Heaven Genma in Romance More Like This
“Are we about finished with this game yet? I tell you, I had no idea we would have so many people show up to play.” Jiraiya slumped over and sighed. “Oh well, it was my idea, so I shouldn't complain. You come on up, you're closest to me.” Jiraiya grabbed the bucket and placed it in front of you. “Choose wisely, for you only get one turn.”
“Unless of course, we run out of girls and we have to start reusing them so all the guys can play. Loopholes Jiraiya sensei, I know how to find them.” You grinned and started feeling around for an item. “This thing is pretty empty.” You grasped one of the few remaining items and immediately felt a sharp electrifying pain. “What the heck man?” Slowly, and carefully, you reached back inside the bucket and picked the item back up. It was a small hand shocker, the kind pranksters used. “Really, who's the dork who put this in the bucket?”
Naruto Seven Minutes In Heaven JiraiyaNaruto Seven Minutes In Heaven Jiraiya in Romance More Like This
“Let's see, who do I want to go next?” Jiraiya looked around the room, stopping at you. “I think you'll do nicely. Come with me.” He led you to the center of the room and held out the bucket for you. “Here you are, pick something nice now.”
You nodded and placed your hand inside the cramped bucket. There were so many different items you decided it was probably best just to grab something and move on. “This feels interesting.” You lifted something rather squishy from the bucket. It was a frog doll.
“Is that a frog doll? It is.” Jiraiya threw everything he was holding behind him and started to laugh obnoxiously. “You'll never guess who's item that is.” He lifted you up into his arms and started carrying you to the closet. “That's right, it's mine. Someone, time us, only seven minutes.” Jiraiya shut you two in the closet and sat down with you on his lap.
“I didn't th
Our Little Secret Norway X ReaderOur Little Secret Norway X Reader in Romance More Like This
“Hey Norway, what are we doing out here exactly? It's cold, and really late.” You shivered as a gust of freezing wind chilled you to your very bones. “Couldn't we have done this during the day, when it's a little warmer?”
“No, it only works at night.” Norway led you through a dense part of the forest, with nothing but a small lantern to light the way. “Be careful, the ground is really uneven here.”
“I noticed, I've been tripping pretty much the whole time.” You grabbed hold of Norway's hand to help steady yourself as you climbed over a fallen tree.
“I'm sorry, I would have brought more light if I could have.” He became silent for a moment as you walked. “Light, scares them away though.” Norway blushed as he spoke. “You'll just have to wait and see. Not much longer now.” You followed behind him for a moment longer, stumbling over obstacles you couldn't see, pushing
Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven CroatiaHetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven Croatia in Romance More Like This
“Alright dudes, let's get the next player going already.” America chose you at random and led you back to the center of the room. “Go ahead and chose your fate.”
“Oh thanks, no pressure here right?” You sighed and placed your hand into the patriotic hat. Not many items were left. You choose a long, thin, cord like object. “Who put a leash in here?” You held the leash up, a confused look covering your face.
“I did, is that a problem?” Croatia half yelled from his seat on the couch. “I had hoped we would run out of girls before I had to play this stupid game.” He snarled.
“Well dude, that's just too bad isn't it. Because we still have girls, and one of them has your item.” America shoved Croatia off of the couch and forced him in the direction of the closet. “So let's try to be sociable shall we?” A less than pleased Croatia stomped his way to the closet and waited
Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven RussiaHetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven Russia in Romance More Like This
You pull a white flower petal from the hat. "Oh, this is beautiful, who's is this?"
"That would be mine" Everyone but you stiffens at the familiar sound of Russia's voice.
"Who the heck invited Him man? He creeps the mess outa me!" America backed away from you two dropping the hat in the process.
"Ahh, you did, I got your invitation in the mail." Russia smiled at you sweetly, taking your hand and led you to the closet. Ukraine locked the door for you because America wouldn't go near it.
"I am not liking the dark very much." Russia held you close to him as if looking for comfort.
"It's not so bad" You said digging in your pocket for your iPod. Finding it you turned it on and used it for light. "There, is that better?"
"Yes, thank you, "Russia let you go. "Oh you are so krasivaja, I never noticed before now. I knew you were sweet but…" Russia slowly touched your face, as if trying not to scare you. ""_______" are you afraid of me, like everyone else?" You had never been afraid of
Naruto Seven Minutes In Heaven IrukaNaruto Seven Minutes In Heaven Iruka in Romance More Like This
It's finally your turn to choose an item. You walk up to the center of the room and place your hand inside the large bucket. There were more items than you cared to identify, you suspected some people might have put in more than one. Finally you settled on what felt like a notebook. After lifting it from the basket, you saw that you were right. It had Iruka's name on it, so that made things easy. “Hey Iruka, I got your item.”
“Hey, so you did.” Iruka smiled, and headed over to you. “I was wondering where I put my grade book.” He laughed and took the notebook from you, sticking it in his back pocket. “I got to remember to finish grading that stuff later.”
Jiraiya hugged you both from behind. “Yes, you do. Even though I'm sure your students wouldn't mind if you forgot and just gave them all hundreds. But for now, you have to get in the closet.” He laughed. “So get to it” You and Iruk
Fruits Basket Seven Minutes in Heaven YukiFruits Basket Seven Minutes in Heaven Yuki in Romance More Like This
“You look so adorable sitting there all alone, so very patently. Come up here and play.” Shigure waved you over and held out the pot for you. “Good luck.” He giggled as you placed your hand inside and began to search.
“Why thank you Shigure.” The pot was still pretty full, so you went for a larger item. “A leek?” You scrunched up at your nose and stared at the vegetable.
“What's that face about? I thought you liked vegetables.” Yuki slowly walked over to where you and Shigure were standing, a very apathetic look covering his rather pretty face.
“Yuki, most people don't like them. You're strange. But I guess we all already knew that now didn't we?” Shigure giggled and began walking to the closet. “Enough small talk though. Let's get you two in the closet of love.” You followed Shigure, and Yuki followed close behind you. “Nether of you seem very excited. Liven up
Final Fantasy Seven Minutes in Heaven LeonFinal Fantasy Seven Minutes in Heaven Leon in Romance More Like This
“Let me think. I want someone fun for this next turn. Someone kind of like me.” Yuffie went around the group of girls in a duck, duck, goose fashion before stopping at you. “You seem like you're a fun person. You can go next.” She took hold of your arm and led you to the middle of the room. “Go ahead and pick.”
You happily placed your hand inside the hat Yuffie offered you and started the search for your item. There were way too many items for you to even guess what most of them were. You started to think that maybe Zack had put in more than one item. A cold, metal, chain, wrapped around your fingers, making it your item. It was a necklace with a highly decorated cross as the pendant. You knew you had seen it before, but couldn't place the owner. “Who's is this?”
“Mine.” Squall Leonhart quietly walked over to you and retrieved his necklace. “I thought that one would be pretty obvious. Gu
Fire Emblem Seven Minutes in Heaven ReysonFire Emblem Seven Minutes in Heaven Reyson in Romance More Like This
“So, who feels like going next? Anyone, anyone?” Edward stood and waited for someone to respond. Noticing none of the other girls were even moving a little, you slowly raised your hand. “Ah, finally, we have a taker. Please come up here miss.”
“Sure.” You quickly walked up to Edward and waited for him to blindfold you. Once he was sure you couldn't see anything, he placed your hand in the barrel. You felt your way inside and started deciphering the items. You were able to recognize one item in particular. “Okay Edward, you can take it off now.” You held your item in your hand as he took off the blindfold. As you thought, the object was a flower. It was an orange, red with very small flowers and shiny green leafs.
“Have you any idea what you hold in your hand?” Reyson walked over to you, an eyebrow raised. You really had no idea, so you shook your head. “It's a blood flower, it's us
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 43Everlasting Snow: Chapter 43 in Romance More Like This
Your hand meets cold, satiny skin.
The two of you are frozen there for a few seconds, you with your hand still in midair, Pitch with his face turned to the side. Your expressions are the same—sheer shock. He never it saw it coming. You never thought you had it in you. It just kind of happened. As if out of instinct, from the depths of your brain, an out-of-the-blue reaction to a sudden wave of anger. You immediately regret it.
You just slapped Pitch Black clear across the face.
An extremely powerful, dark being who towers over you.
Knowing that you have to go with it, you stretch out the same hand, your tingling palm upwards and towards the staff.
“Give it here, Pitch,” you shakily command the Nightmare king.
He snaps out of it, rubbing where you hit him with his spare hand. “More of a fighter than the last I saw you, but I'll forgive that for now,” he mumbles under his breath as his cold eyes lock on yours. He then speaks directly to you. “I kind of
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 44Everlasting Snow: Chapter 44 in Romance More Like This
You finally figure out why he really gives you the creeps.
No, it isn’t because of his height. Nothing about his outer physical appearance, really.
Nor is it his immense power.
Or the memories of your childhood and the fears he rekindles.
No…it’s because, even though you know he’s standing right behind you, he gives off no presence, like most living things do.
It’s as if you’re standing with your back to a giant void.
It sends that sixth-sense chill down your spine.
And that scares you.
Nevertheless, you don’t try to fight or break away. You need to hear what he has to say, to listen closely to what needs to be done to help Jack.
“What do I have to do?” you ask, trying to steady your shaking voice.
“It’s quite simple, really,” he says. You can practically hear the smile on his face. He’s winning, and he knows it. “Give him to me, and I’ll fix him right up. You can’t ta
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 61Everlasting Snow: Chapter 61 in Romance More Like This
Warning: This chapter contains minor spoilers regarding the Rise of the Guardians movie!
Dark, colors deeply muted, replaced by shadowy memories of their former vibrancy.
The silence bears into the depths of your soul.
The steam from your (your favorite hot drink) licks the underside of your chin, warming just that spot, the heat of the drink permeating through the ceramic mug and transferring into your cupped hands.
The rest of you is at the mercy of the bitingly cold air.
But this isn’t your typical weather, your Jack Frost kind of cold. This is a coldness brought on by the emptiness of the world, the kind that slinks in after the total extinguishing of all wonder, hope, and joy.
The snow has almost completely melted away, patches of whiteness piled up along fences here and there. Reminders that winter is coming to a close.
And of the absence of a certain spirit.
This is the environment that you are si
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 40Everlasting Snow: Chapter 40 in Romance More Like This
It’s exactly as you remember it.
The soft light caresses your cheeks, a homely warmth engulfing your body, bearing an instant calming effect on you.
You take a quick survey of the place, shutting the door behind you.
Just like last time, the mysterious shopkeeper is nowhere to be seen.
But that means more freedom to really take a look around.
So you begin to do just that.
There are the rows of practical joke props, the racks of clothing (now featuring some more springtime fashions), the clear-door refrigerator stocked with drinks together and a wide variety of foods, the selection of odd knickknacks sitting on countertops and hanging from hooks.
You take interest in a small selection of trinkets and jewelry sitting patiently beside the clothing section.
None of them look manufactured. Not even in the least. Each looks carefully created, hours upon hours, thought upon thought put into each one. A lot of them bear ancient Celtic designs or themes. Lines crisscross over one another,
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 53Everlasting Snow: Chapter 53 in Romance More Like This
Warning: This chapter contains minor spoilers regarding the Rise of the Guardians movie!
Something in a window has caught your attention.
You stand in front of the shop and mindlessly gaze at the display items, holding a small plastic bag with a new book resting inside, patiently waiting to be read.
Two days have passed since you parted with Jack.
You haven’t seen even a glimpse of him since.
The snow is beginning to melt, verdant patches of grass peeping out here and there in the yards of houses, the sidewalk and roads practically clear of the winter blanket. Spring is awakening.
A single snowflake falls just in front of you. A few seconds after, another follows it. And then a group of them float down, the snowflakes continuously tumbling down after one another in a gentle snowfall.
“Oof!” you hear someone exclaim, making you look up and over in the direction of the voice.
Soon, a small symphony of
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 35Everlasting Snow: Chapter 35 in Romance More Like This
The hours turn into days,
The days into weeks,
And the weeks into months.
You and Jack become virtually inseparable. The only time you spend apart is when Jack leaves to go conjure up winter weather.
“I travel with the weather,” he tells you when you ask why he has to leave and can’t just stay. “Y’know, with the cold and stuff. Wherever it goes, I go, and I do my thing wherever that may be. Feels natural. Sure, the clouds and chilliness would still exist—I mean, it all existed before I did (I did float out of a frozen lake into snowy scenery that I didn’t create, after all)—but I’m a channel of sorts for it and really bring the Winter and all things associated with it on, emphasizing it in a way. It’s a pretty important job. Can’t really call it a job though, since it’s so much fun. I could go places where it’s not winter-like at all and make it snow and such, but I have a feeling that’d c
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 32Everlasting Snow: Chapter 32 in Romance More Like This
Fire and ice, dancing together chaotically behind a glossy surface.
That is the only way that you can describe the look in Jack’s eyes.
Reluctantly, he lowers his staff. He stands it up straight, taking a defiant pose.
“What do you want, Pitch?” he asks, the anger apparent in his voice.
You can hear the smile on Pitch’s face. “Now that’s more like it. I’d like to ask a little…favor…of you.”
“The answer’s ‘no,’” Jack fires back.
Pitch presses the dagger harder into you. A small whimper escapes your lips. “Tsk tsk. Such a pretty thing, too.”
“Don’t you dare!” Jack yells, taking up his staff once again.
Seemingly ignoring the command, Pitch leans down and whispers in your ear, though still loud enough for Jack to hear. “That necklace…did he give that to you? Oh, it suits you wonderfully. I assume it won’t melt so long as you believe in
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 49Everlasting Snow: Chapter 49 in Romance More Like This
The last beams of daylight illuminate the world in a final flash of orange before reluctantly disappearing, receding and descending behind the horizon along with the tired sun.
But even though the star is no longer visible to you, traces of light remain, turning the sky at the earth’s edge a vibrant red with arms that reach out into the night’s royal purple, giving the world a last work of daytime beauty so the sun is fondly remembered through the night. Smaller stars begin to show their white faces, taunting the crimson light as it attempts to touch them. Just as its fingers begin to brush the small white light of the closest star, though, it too is pulled down with the sun, and night tucks it away until morning.
The stars shine brighter as the sky turns darker, rejoicing at their triumph.
And then, the most anticipated moment of the night. The stars quiet down out of respect, turning their attention to the main event.
Slowly, shyly, the moon peeks up, showing the world a
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 47Everlasting Snow: Chapter 47 in Romance More Like This
It completely melts your heart.
The thing that brought the two of you together. That one song, that single, insignificant line that you had sung so long ago that had led you to seeing him. The first domino that had fallen in a long line of wonderful events.
You’re smiling at the fact that he’s finally doing this trademark action to you, but it’s tearing you apart at the same time.
To know that this is the first and last time, that he won’t ever nip at your nose again.
At least, not on purpose. Or not knowing who you are, if he does decide to mess specifically with you.
You don’t want him to see you cry, but you can’t help it. This is just too much. You feel your bottom lip begin to quiver, tears blurring your vision.
He stops, the wide, mischievous smile that you’ve grown to love spreading across his face. It only stays for a few brief moments though, vanishing the moment he sees the tears welling up in your eyes.
In a flurry of wind, he flips
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 25Everlasting Snow: Chapter 25 in Romance More Like This
It’s like he’s never seen a Christmas present before.
He’s standing there, hands now at his sides, staring at the gift like a deer in the headlights.
You hand it to him, but he doesn’t move a muscle.
His gaze shifts from the beautiful packaging to you, his eyes locking on yours.
“You really didn’t have to.”
“Just open it already,” you insist, shoving the present at him. You’re smiling wide. You can’t wait to see his face when he sees what it is.
Behind the excitement lies the small amount of worry that comes with any gift-giving. What if he doesn’t like it? What if it doesn’t fit? What if…?
You push the doubt away as he cautiously takes the gift from you. Giving you a final reprimanding look, he begins to unwrap it.
After the first tear, he seems to throw all reservation into the wind. A huge smile sprawls across his face. He carelessly tosses the scraps to the floor.
You giggle. You’d be
Wolfsbane Part Thirteen :wolf!PrussiaXReader: Wolfsbane: Part ThirteenWolfsbane Part Thirteen :wolf!PrussiaXReader: in General Fiction More Like This
Gilbert's instincts were telling him to get the hell out of the way before the wolfish monster's paw slammed into his side and set his fur on fire. Yet, he could do nothing but gaze into the vacant (e/c) eyes of the creature, his muscles bunching and coiling as his body urged him on to just run.
"Bruder, get out of the way!"
Something slammed into Gilbert's side, but it wasn't a flaming monstrous paw.
Gilbert yelped in shock as he was propelled a good few feet away, the fur on his back prickling as the heat of the fires became alarmingly close. Instantly he was back on all fours, his upper lip curled in a snarl and fangs bared as his crimson eyes scanned the area. They widened when standing before him was a familiar smelling wolf with black fur and eyes as icy as the northern seas, his entire body rippling with muscles poised for a fight.
The white wolf blinked rapidly, before his tail began to wag to and fro and a g
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After you had successfully bludgeoned the holy hell out of the now human and naked Gilbert with your trusty skillet, you had managed to calm down long enough to take a look in your bag to see if you had remembered to put any men's clothing in it just in case. Luckily either your brain had been working or Elizabeta or Ludwig had done it, because folded up neatly was a white shirt, black pants, boxers, socks, and a pair of shoes. You hastily tossed the set to the Prussian behind you, pointing behind a tree and saying stiffly, "Go change. Now."
Gilbert grumbled and you heard shuffling, presumably him making his way to the back of the tree. "Fine, but you know you've been waiting to see the awesomeness that is the human me in person for a long time, (name)..."
...so maybe you had been, but it wasn't like you were going to admit it to him.
"Just change, Gilbert," you muttered in exasperation, shaking your head.
It was silent as he pul
Let It Snow [Jack Frost x Reader]You stared at the thermometer on the wall across from you in dismay as sweat dripped down the contours of your face, over the swell of your nose and falling down into the carpet. The red bar was all the way up to a whopping 98 degrees Fahrenheit, or about 36 degrees Celsius—and it certainly was obvious with the air conditioning in your house being broken. Of course, the fact that said house always had something wrong with it and why your father had decided to drag your family out in the middle of nowhere was still a question you pondered about seven months after the move.Let It Snow [Jack Frost x Reader] in Romance More Like This
Wiping more beads of sweat from your flushed skin, (h/c) sticking to your forehead in damp clumps, you gave a small groan and fell back onto the couch in defeat. A fairly nasty heat wave had decided to stop by your area now that it was the middle of summer, correlating just perfectly with the sudden malfunctioning of your house's air conditioning. What made the situation even more lovely was the fact that your p
Keeper of DreamsShe turns to her dreams more often than she does reality.Keeper of Dreams in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Inside them - those wondrous and phosphorescent fancies - he is always there, waiting for her.
Silver eyes like misty moonlight; skin so smooth and perfect it could have been carved from marble and hair the color of the blackest midnight, softer than swan feathers against her cheeks. A smile that could have put the stars to shame and a voice more saccharine than nectar, washing over every inch of her being like tender waves of satin.
Just like the other nights, he is stretched out across a bed of rich purple sheets and petals whiter than snow. Everywhere else she looks there is nothing but a stark, vast emptiness; save for him, smiling at her as if she is the morning sun come to greet his lips.
"You have returned," he murmurs, pale hand extending forward towards her. "I have missed you, my sweet. Come...lay next to me; share in sleep's sweet embrace."
She obeys in an instant, descending into the gossamer touch of the matt
Into the PlungeBuild me aInto the Plunge in Free Verse More Like This
sandcastle on the edge of the sea,
where the cliffs are sprayed with the salty tears of the tide,
and sirens cry into the night for the arms of a lover
to whisk them away into a dry night free of brine;
Where we shall dance the sunset's furtive sigh of redemption
on the edge of saline bluffs, and kiss with the gunpowder
of forgotten cannons high on the waves of an abandoned ocean;
Teetering the edge of the world, where the Kraken and Leviathan lay in wait
for lost-lorn victims of broken hearts and brackish undertows
coursing through their veins.
24 Hoursi.24 Hours in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Dreams will slowly fade
as dawn breaks through the windows;
morning’s here again.
Stomachs growl and groan
as smells from the kitchen waft;
afternoon is here.
Dusk paints a red sky,
the sun retires for the night;
evening shall bring peace.
The stars and moon dance,
a waltz of shining passion;
night has come at last.
Poetry is:Poetry is:Poetry is: in Free Verse More Like This
the adhesive to
a fragmented soul;
broken wings that still dream of
F L Y I N G
how snapdragons breathe stardust
and orchids perform ensembles.
when 'imagination' and 'reality' at last discover a
c r o s s r o a d s,
and rush to embrace one another with fervent limbs.
why gravity seems to f
l, taking the world with it.
what flows through the veins of every pair of [shipwrecked; star-crossed] lovers.
who I am; who I was; and who I want to be.
Mommy and DaddyMommy, Daddy, are you okay?Mommy and Daddy in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You haven't talked at all today.
Mommy, Daddy, can't you see?
You're really starting to hurt me.
All you do is scream and fight,
and I hear it all throughout the night.
Sometimes I think my eyes will run dry,
yet whenever I do, I just continue to cry.
"She doesn't care about any of this, she'll be fine by tomorrow!"
Daddy, you don't know how much your words fill me with sorrow.
"Can't you just be civilized?! Stop acting like a child, and apologize right now!"
Mommy, please don't make this worse, or I'll run outside and hide in the snow.
Mommy, Daddy, I wish you would just stop everything and be happy again.
I'm hiding under the blankets, writing these words down with a pen.
Mommy, Daddy, can't you see?
You're tearing my heart into one, two, three.
A piece for each of us, a piece of my heart,
the beating has stopped before it could start.
Two sections I wish I could install into both of you,
yet I'm afraid I have not yet found the proper glue.
"It isn't your
WhisperI want to create an aromatic sea of jasminesWhisper in Free Verse More Like This
and stardust mountains of silver and —
Inkblot skeletons with paper mache
hearts, whose bones shall burn with one glance at the
sun; gravestones of blood diamonds and tears of thistles...
Harp strings ringing in grotesque harmony, screaming
for slender fingers to pluck and caress with devotion.
I want to write
MercyI don't want to die.Mercy in Short Stories More Like This
No one does, I suppose. It's a natural human instinct to keep on living. But that doesn't stop the hands of fate. The hands that, as soon as their cold fingertips brush against your skin, you're gone.
The hands of the ones they call Angels.
They aren't real angels. Real angels don't exist. Just as God doesn't exist. There are no benevolent beings with crystalline white wings and halos burning with heavenly fire - there is no supreme existence sitting on a golden throne watching from above. Not anymore, at least. If they ever did exist then we killed them long ago and as punishment, the universe created the Angels that we know now.
It was an accident. As are most things these days. Three hundred and then some years ago, back when people still went to church and prayed to whatever deity they had conjured up in their minds, it happened. The stories say it was a joint effort of an elite handful of scientists gathered from around the world. They had meant well; s
Frost Bitten: Part 5 (Jack FrostxReader)Frost Bitten: Part 5Frost Bitten: Part 5 (Jack FrostxReader) in Humor More Like This
"My mother," you tried to absorb everything that just happened, "wants to meet you?"
Jack was cheerily oblivious. "Yep!" he told you with a grin, "She seems like a very nice person."
You shot him a withering glare, then threw your head back, rubbing your eyes with a hand. "Nice, right."
Suddenly he was very wary of the situation. "Why? Is she not?"
"Oh no, she's an amazing woman. Best mother ever," you paused before continuing, "She's just- very involved."
His blue eyes widened, "How do you mean?"
Rubbing your temples, you looked at him, "Well-"
The doorbell rang and Jack smiled sheepishly at you, "She said she was dropping by."
Frantically, you stumbled to the door, slipping on a patch of ice but catching yourself on the doorknob just as your mother was turning it. She pushed the door open a crack before your weight stopped her.
A nervous laugh left your lips, "Hey mom! Just a moment, k?"
Slamming the door shut, your (e/c) eyes darted arou
Follow the Stars (Dark!ItalyxReader)Follow the StarsFollow the Stars (Dark!ItalyxReader) in Drama More Like This
Carefully, you stepped onto the boat, cautious of the waves lapping at the sides of the ramp you stood on. Someone behind you snapped their chewing gum and you jumped. Whoever caused the noise snickered to themselves, but otherwise left you alone.
Made nervous by the person behind you, you quickly rushed up the ramp and hoped that you wouldn't encounter whoever it was again.
Once up the ramp, you rushed into your room and slammed the door shut behind you. Finally alone, you sighed and slouched against the heavy door. Your moment of silence was interrupted by a gentle knocking on your door.
You jumped, but cracked the door open nonetheless. "He-hello?" you stuttered to whoever was in the hall.
"(F/n)?" a confused voice said, seeing your shaking form behind the door.
No longer scared, you recognized the woman talking to you. "Liz?" A grin appeared on your face.
She mirrored your excitement. "(F/n)! I'm so happy to see you again!" She waited while
Listen to the Cannons (CatoxReader)Listen to the CannonsListen to the Cannons (CatoxReader) in Drama More Like This
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The Reaping hadn’t gone well. Not at all.
Not only were you chosen as tribute for District 8 at only the young age of 13, you knew you had no chances of winning, or even surviving past the first day. You knew nothing of anything but textiles and working in the mill. You would surely die before you even had a chance to learn anything.
Training had been as smooth as could be expected. Tributes had thrown harsh words to rival Districts, talents were shown, weaker tributes got hurt. The boy from District 12 had been noticed by the Careers as a possible ally, and you feared that his crushing strength would be your end.
Then there were the actual Careers. Out of the three districts usually in an alliance together, District 2 scared you the most out of all of them.
First there was Clove, the female tribute. She was an expert with knives, and never once missed a target during training. You made a note to stay out o
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Request for A-Lovely-Anxiety
Republic City was in chaos. Equalists were everywhere, kidnapping benders and anyone who tried to resist and destroying their homes. You propelled yourself forward on unnatural air currents and ran for your life to Air Temple Island, hoping that your orange glider would go unnoticed by the equalist fighters.
You reached the dock that allowed ferries to stop along the rocky shore, you hurled yourself off the edge, throwing your glider out in front of you and jumping. However, you nearly missed the glider when you were shocked to see a man rocketing through the air by fire bending himself forward. Letting out a quiet gasp, you caught the light wooden frame and pointed the nose of the glider up to catch a current leading to your home.
Unfortunately, when you were about mid-way between the two land masses, an equalist aircraft shot a torpedo into the water in front of you and a giant wave came up before crashing down on y
Speak No Evil (LithuaniaxReader)Speak No EvilSpeak No Evil (LithuaniaxReader) in Drama More Like This
Firmly, you pressed your lips together, refusing to speak to your mother. The tears that had streaked down your face after the accident had dried, causing your cheeks to feel stiff. She didn’t understand. She was going to send you to a school where you could learn to speak again.
But your case was different, you just couldn’t tell her. You didn’t want to speak. The horrors of what words could do to a person had traumatized you, leaving you scared to open your mouth to do much more than sob for the past few weeks.
Your friend was dead because of people’s words, and you had suffered a brain-damaging concussion. After staying in a hospital bed for too long for you to care to remember, you were allowed home. Though, they wanted you to stay under your mother’s care for a while longer.
Mother leaving, you toyed with the sheets on your bed, twisting them in your hands only to smooth them down a second later. Someone walked ba
Of Silk and Jewels (FrancexReader)Of Silk and JewelsOf Silk and Jewels (FrancexReader) in Romance More Like This
Request for NinjahGirl120
The colors swirled around you in a dizzying dance, making you feel a bit light-headed even as you sat down at one of the simplistically decorated table. The ornate mask that rested on your face was heavy, supported only by the (f/c) ribbon and you were tempted to take it off.
Sighing, you held a hand up to the heavily decorated mask and closed your eyes, thinking only of the reason you were at the masquerade, really the only reason any woman was there.
It was rumored that a man was attending the same ball; a wealthy, handsome man with many woman longing for him to even glance at them. You had also heard that the man was looking for a bride, someone to help run his household. Your father had also heard the rumors, so he eagerly sent you away to buy a new gown and a matching mask.
Much had been spent on just this one ballgown, and it was well worth it. The bodice was beautifully embroidered and the wide skirts were
Two Years Too Late (Edward ElricxReader)Two Days Too LateTwo Years Too Late (Edward ElricxReader) in Humor More Like This
"And why do you want to become a State Alchemist?" The emotionless voice spoke that one, lone question before leaving you in silence.
A smirk pulled at your lips and you crossed your legs easily on the three-legged stool. "Nearly a year ago, a kid named Edward Elric passed the test at age twelve. Well, I'm officially eleven years and ten months, and I plan on beating his record."
The man interviewing you leaned back in his chair and rested his chin on his clasped hands. "Thank you, that is all."
"No way!" your teacher called, "They want you to come back to show your skills?"
Laughing, you crossed your arms over your chest. "Don't act so surprised, you taught me, didn't you?"
She pulled you into a tight hug. "You know I'm just kidding, right?"
You pouted, "I doubt it."
"Hey," she leaned back a bit, "you might actually beat that Elric kid!"
The look on your face made her win
Don't Hide (TamakixReader)Don't HideDon't Hide (TamakixReader) in Romance More Like This
"H-hi," you stuttered out to the cheerful school nurse. Nervously twisting your yellow uniform, you continued, "Um. This may be the oddest request you've ever gotten, but- uh," your voice cracked slightly, "Do you think I can sit in here for a while and cry?"
She looked surprised at what you were asking, but quickly covered it up with a happy grin once more. After receiving a small nod from the woman, you ducked behind a separating curtain and sat on the soft cot.
A soft sigh escaped your slightly curved down lips, cracking your mask in all the right places, just for a moment. A loud sob racked through your body and you hid your flushed face behind your hands.
Only a few moments later, you raised your head. Wiping your tears away and replacing your destroyed mask with another smile. With a wave to the nurse, you walked out just as the bell rang, signalling the end of lunch. You walked to class as though nothing had happened.
Meinen Lieblingsbruder (GermanyxReaderxPrussia)Meinen LeiblingsbrüderMeinen Lieblingsbruder (GermanyxReaderxPrussia) in Humor More Like This
You burst through the door of your brothers' home with a loud call of their names. You had been offered an opportunity to be housed in an American home across the Atlantic Ocean and had gladly gone for the two month experience, but by the time you got off the plane, all you wanted was to see your brothers.
"Gilbert! Ludwig!" you shouted, throwing your bags in the doorway and standing with your arms spread wide. "Wo seit ihr?" [Where are you?]
You could hear a crash, followed by the running footsteps of your older brother. The scrawny 21-year-old stared at you with wide red eyes and a bright grin. "(F/n)!" he shouted back at you, nearly flying through the hall to crash into your embrace.
The younger brother, Ludwig, calmly made his way to the hall entrance from his office. "Hallo, (F/n)." [Hello]
"Tag!" [Hi] you smiled up at him. Still propping Gilbert up as he clung to you, you stumbled over to your more mature brother, who tightly f
Alone (HatsuharuxReader)AloneAlone (HatsuharuxReader) in General Fiction More Like This
Request for darkDIMENTIObender34
You were never really the bravest of girls. In all honestly, you weren’t really outstanding in anything. Your grades were average, your (h/l) (h/c) hair was in the same cut it had always been in, and your personality was relatively bland when you looked at some of the bright characters roaming your school. Especially two of the boys in your class. They were related, too; Hatsuharu and Momiji Sohma.
Momiji was much like a small child. He wore the girls’ uniform to school and always got away with it with the help of his upperclassmen cousins. Sure he was adorable with his wide, brown eyes and curly blonde hair, but he was a bit too loud for your tastes.
Then there was Hatsuharu. You didn’t really know much about the strange looking boy with grey eyes and two-toned hair other than the fact that he had a tendency to “go black” as you heard his cousin putting it. Due to this, you kept your di
Overcoming Fear- EnglandxReaderAmerica sprinted back into the room where he heard a blood curdling scream. It sounded like his friend, _________, who was visiting him today. Sure enough, when he walked into the room, he found __________ curled up in a ball, eyes clenched shut and hands on her ears.Overcoming Fear- EnglandxReader in Romance More Like This
"__________? What's wrong? "
_________ kept her ears covered, so she couldn't hear him. He reached down and pulled her hands away. When she did, her attention turned to the TV and she screamed, closing her eyes and shaking like a wet dog attempting to dry itself off.
"T-that thing!" She cried, pointing to the TV
America's attention turned to the TV and he looked confused.
"Zorak? I mean sure, he's kind of a douche, but…"
"N-no… the other one…"
"…You mean, Brak?"
_________ shuddered at even the sound of his name before nodding her head. "Y-yeah…"
America burst out into a huge fit of laughter. "A-ha-ha! Dude, are you serious right now? Haven't you seen space ghost?! He's totally harmless!"
"I know that, stupid! But I
Sleep ParalysisThe demon visited me once again today.Sleep Paralysis in Emotional More Like This
Yes, today. Not tonight or the night before or after; times you’d think a demon would be out. This demon knows no such boundaries, it would seem, and so it usually visits me in the morning.
I lay in bed, having woken up much earlier than I wanted or needed to, with my eyes shut in hopes of remedying the situation. My body relaxed several times, and I felt sleep just within my grasp…
But several times my body found some fault with the split second-imagery of my dreams and jolted me awake, leaving me frustrated, but not deterred.
I would prefer it to what happens next.
The final time I shut my eyes, slumber about consume me, there is no imagery. At the time, I wasn’t aware how close I was, the way you sometimes are, and the way I was previously. And as I am a bit of a twitcher or shifter or whatever you’d like to call it, I move around a lot.
The demon, I think, knows this. And it uses it. It makes it part of its game
Too shyOh god, look; He's online.Too shy in Short Stories More Like This
Your heart lets off a harsh thud before going into a more... pleasant -if I may use that word- hyperdrive.
What should you do? Do you message him? Wait for him to talk to you first? What if he doesn't? You don't wanna seem desperate, but in all honesty, you are...
Just as you're about to cave, he beats you to punch. Your heart leaps with joy. He initiated the conversation! That must mean he likes you... Or at the very least, likes talking to you. You regain your composure as you type what you think is a witty response.
A conversation sparks, and the two of you talk for hours; though to you it feels like just minutes. He actually tells you he has to go rather than just logging off and you two are able to say a proper goodbye.
While you’re happy for that, another fact weighs heavy on your mind…
You still hadn’t told him how you felt.
It would’ve been a perfect opportunity; you were getting along just fine, and the mood seemed right. All
Internet Neesan!ReaderxOtotou!SealandWhen I was little, I desperately wanted a younger sibling.Internet Neesan!ReaderxOtotou!Sealand in Humor More Like This
I begged and pleaded with my folks. I pulled all the stops. But I was turned down every time. My mom always told me she couldn't conceive. It must have been annoying to have to repeat herself over and over, but in my defense, how can she really expect a little kid to know what that means.
Needless to say I was fervent in my pursuit. I may not have had a big vocabulary, but like most kids, I knew how to tug at the heartstrings. I gathered my stuffed toys together and proudly bragged to my mom that they were "my friends", my only friends being the implication. I wrote to Santa that all I wanted for Christmas was a little brother or sister. I adopted my little cousin as a younger sister and would scream bloody murder when her real parents would come to pick her up.
I finally broke my parents down. My mom reminded me that she couldn't conceive ( Wow , I thought she's really sticking to this lie ) , but she cou
Hetalia Zodiac- AquariusJapanxReaderHetalia Zodiac- Aquarius in Romance More Like This
So I'm sure you've heard the stories about Aquarius people. They're fun-loving, airy, a bit out of their minds.... Yeah, well, that stuff is all true! Well at least a little bit.
A person not from Japan, and with knowledge based solely on outside sources would hardly believe that your boyfriend Kiku Honda was its personification. To someone with a more moderate knowledge might say he was more like the country in the past. But honestly… He fits his place pretty well. I kind of guessed where this bit was coming in, but I wasn’t really sure.
I hate always having to defend him. Kiku knows how to have fun! He’s not always quiet and stuffy! He just… Agh, it’s hard to explain.
There are two kinds of Aquarians in the world: the loud, sociable, party animal type, and the reserved, shy but sweet type. I've even seen a few hybrids. It doesn't really matter though, because beneath that they're fundamentally the same. Both are exceptionally
Mr.Right AmericaxReaderMr.Right AmericaxReader in Romance More Like This
"Damn it, Alfred!" ______ groaned as the lights suddenly went off. She grabbed her flashlight (this happened often enough that she was prepared now) turned it on, and stormed to their bedroom.
"Heheh... Hey babe." Alfred chuckled nervously, face like this
"Don't give me that!" ____ growled. "I thought you were gonna pay the electric bill!"
Alfred sighed. "I'm sorry, _____. I didn't have the money..."
"You could've asked me!"
_____ was the breadwinner in this relationship. Alfred had a job, but it was seasonal and didn't pay very well. Being a bit of a macho man, Alfred was extremely embarrassed by this fact. So he never went to _____ for money, no matter how many times she assured him it didn't make her think less of him.
"I know..." he conceded, laying down on the bed. _____ sat down next to him.
My girlfriend's got a boyfriend, funny
He doesn't make a dime all day
And all her girlfriends' boyfriends make money
What more can I say?
"I guess I'll just pay it tomorrow th
Lame Jokes- AmericaxReader WARNING: GROAN WORTHY MOMENTS AHEAD.Lame Jokes- AmericaxReader in Romance More Like This
My friend Alfred and I were extremely bored. And when I say bored, I mean bored. The kind of boredom that makes paint seem interesting. The kind of boredom that, if experienced too much, can lead to depression (which is TOTALLY a real thing, by the way. Wikipedia that shit if you don’t believe me.)
“Gah, I’m so borrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrred!” whined Alfred.
“I know, me too,” I agreed miserably. Alfred only let out another frustrated groan in response.
“Ugh, this sucks!” he pouted, laying down on the couch.
“I’m sorry, Alfred. But what can we do?” I shrugged, trying not to sound as bad as I felt. I was being a terrible hostess!
Hmm.. Hostess. Now I’m sad because that company is gone Where’s that guy from Zombieland when you need him?!
Alfred also seemed deep in thought and upset, perhaps considering giving into the boredom. But suddenly, a s
Christmas EnglandxReaderYou shivered, waiting out in the cold for the person on the other side to answer.Christmas EnglandxReader in Romance More Like This
"Arthur! Let me in~" you whined. You heard a groan and footsteps approaching the door.
"Hello, _______________. What brings you here?" He asked, sounding slightly annoyed.
"It's Christmas eve, silly! I promised to spend it with you remember?"
He blushed. Was that really today?! "And I thought I told you don't bother." He said, not trying to be rude but doing so anyway. "I told you I don't do much for this holiday…"
You looked around his house. Boy, he wasn't kidding! You saw no sign of any kind of Christmas decorations. It was as if the holiday was non-existent in his house.
"You should be grateful I came!" You scolded. "Your house is so gloomy! Where are your decorations?"
Apparently, the words "I don't do much for this holiday" weren't registering in your head. "I haven't put them up, obviously."
"Because I'm just not in the Christmas spirit. I haven't been since…" He paused, an extremel
My DadWhen I was little, my dad was a superlative.My Dad in Emotional More Like This
He was the strongest, the bravest, the most the best. No man could compete with him. He didn't just set the bar, no, my dad was the bar. He could do no wrong in my big youthful eyes.
When I became a teenager, my dad was nothing but wrong.
His expectations: wrong.
Means of discipline: wrong.
Opinions of my boyfriends: wrong.
And it was hard to understand how a man of such great stature could take such a fall. Especially to such a smart daughter like me, who was above the petty "ugh, my parents suck!" complaints of a typical teen. I, who searched for a higher understanding, could not possibly be at fault.
I'm older now. Still a teen, legally an adult, mentally going back and forth between the two.
But I understand now. I really, honestly understand; not the way I understood when I was younger, no, this is genuine understanding.
Everything my dad has done has been the result of nothing but love. My dad wants nothing but the
You're no gentleman- Englandxreader commision"You idiot! Why can't you be more gentlemanly?!" England yelled at America.You're no gentleman- Englandxreader commision in Romance More Like This
______ rolled her eyes. Here we go again, she lamented. Why did England have to be so anal? Sure, America was ... immature at times, but that's what made him! Geez, you'd think he'd realize that already; he raised him, after all.
Besides, ______ had never seen this gentleman side England was so proud of. The whole time she'd known him, he'd never done a single gentlemanly thing. And that pissed her off more.
"Dude, chill." America chuckled, anime sweat on his head.
"I will not 'chill'!" England fumed. "I raised you better than that! You need to grow up or the other countries will never warm up to you!"
"I raised you better than that." _______ mimicked under her breath. England's ears perked up.
"DO YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY, MADAM?!" He exploded.
Ooh, this will be fun.
"Yeah, I do." she simply stated, rather humorously compared to England's outburst.
"Go on, then!"
"Honestly, I think you're a hypocrite
The Mortal Instruments FanFic: SilenceIt's been the same dream every night. He's there, drenched in blood, this look of pure dread on his face. It's too dark to see where anything is, but I can smell the stench of death in the air like the wavering smell of fresh bread only death smells much, much worse. I can hear trees swaying with an unfelt breeze that makes it sound as if I'm by the ocean. He's beginning to walk closer and I watch as his blood drenched clothes begin to diminish and by the time he's by me, ever drop of blood has evaporated, and he's left wearing a regular white tee with jeans ripped at the knees.The Mortal Instruments FanFic: Silence in Romance More Like This
I try to move, to speak, but a fictional feeling of glue sticks me to the spot, silent.
Silence is worse than hell, becomes sometimes the only thing you want to do is scream and tell the truth, but your only left with the burning feeling of guilt eating your very soul.
Before my eyes Jace is right there, an arms length away, his face contorted in pain and a great sorrow. His golden eyes protrude a great need, a
Becoming a Guardian Chapter5As Jack and Melody had sat in the bird room, they didn't know that deep, deep underground a dark force was devising a plan...Becoming a Guardian Chapter5 in General Fiction More Like This
"Such a powerful source she would be. But she's not much use to me if she's around those disgusting guardians." Pitch spoke standing next to his dark Globe of Belief. He bad his arms around his back, pacing around the Globe.
"The only real problem, is actually getting her away from them. But that's not gonna be so tricky." He said smirking slightly. "Don't worry, she'll be all mine soon, and then those Guardians will finally know my pain.
Jack had kept his hand over Melody, the silence soothing for both of them. Melody finally broke the silence, her voice cut and slightly cracked.
"Pitch said that, he had the answers to my problem. That he wanted me to, join him." Melody slowly brought her hand back and held it to the other one. Her lime green eyes were red and swollen, her face looking a permanent red as well. Her hair had become an even darker blue, and gleame
Becoming a Guardian Chapter 2Previous Time, SpringBecoming a Guardian Chapter 2 in General Fiction More Like This
After that fateful day, Melody concealed herself, no longer talking to anyone. Every night she'd plead to the moon. To tell her who she was, why she was there, anything. But every night the only answer was the whispers of the wind. Jack had only become a shadow from her past, and she'd try to avoid the winter spirit.
Melody was roaming the streets of Burgess when suddenly a shadow flickered in the back of her vision. She whipped around, taking a deep breath in case her voice was need. Then another, and Melody had enough of these silhouettes. She bellowed loudly, but in a beautifully delicate voice. A voice cried out as in the shadows of an alley, a figure fell onto the ground.
While picking themselves up, Melody prepared for another round of music, when she saw the figure raise up what looked like a paw.
"Cranky!" it yelled out. In the small amount of light she saw an old friend of hers, and she smiled a bit.
"Bunnymund." she whispered. The bunny walked into some
Twists and TurnsI look ahead and catch his gaze. I go to glance away, but his eyes won't, they just stare into mine, relentless. This hadn't ever happened before. Usually it was just a quick glance, but now its like he's daring me to carry on looking. I don't even bother trying not to and continue staring, feeling suddenly intimidated. He tips up his strong jaw and makes a strange stir rustle in my gut. I hate him so much. I raise one eyebrow, knowing how stupid I must look. This is detention, not regular classes where staring is basically expected in the 40 minutes of boredom that follows every lesson. And yet, we're ensued in a staring war, neither of us undignified enough to look away first. Stubbornness can make things so difficult sometimes.Twists and Turns in Settings More Like This
The teacher suddenly leaves the room, warning us before stepping out the door and into the forbidden grounds of freedom. I feel the tension in the air build up, smelling slightly of tangerine. Its just him and I now, alone in an unlocked room for t
Never Let me GoThe Ice Center was closed, it's windows and benches left dormant for the Midnight of the summer solstice. At this time most at the peak of adolescence were either sleeping, or fool heartedly giving their souls to the rays of the moon at the midnight of a warm summer night. Outside the world was quiet, the wind soft and gentle, carrying with it it's lulling beauty of the crisp evening air. Yes, outside the world was restful after a long day's work of warmth and laughter, for some that it. Not a sound was heard, the world for once filled with the beauty of silence that so rarely ever sang, that is until a young girl walked into the Ice Center with a quiet determination. Her hair was a radiant red, the fire rippling through her hair like the wave of a flame, as if if you touched it you would burn away. Alone, the girl nimbly found the key she'd so easily found that was hidden in the gutter in emergency situations for the employees, and unlocked the door. Her heart was scored with the painNever Let me Go in Romance More Like This
Thank You MoonDarkness, darknessThank You Moon in General Fiction More Like This
like an endless noise,
Their is no light
and my heart starts to beat with it's own voice,
my head darts around
in hope for some light,
but the only thing I seem to find
is the silence at night,
my breathes come in fast
and my body begins to shake,
anyone around would've known
this was not just a fake,
I'm scared beyond wits
and I'm afraid of the shadows,
their hands long and wanting
greedy for me to follow,
I pull up my blanket
like some kind of shield,
and think that if I hold up this cloth
a great power I will wield,
I can see them right now
calling my name,
their cheering it on
as if I'm trying to be tamed,
I look around again
hoping for some light,
when my eyes behold something
something bright in the night,
the moon shining brighter
in all it's glory,
and I close my eyes
and listen as it tells it's story,
the moonbeams so bright
that I must squint my eyes,
and finally the moon molds out
and gleams with great pride,
it's crescent shape smiling
giving me great war
Song of the SnowThe beauty of musicSong of the Snow in Romance More Like This
The texture of ice,
together in rhythm
they both truly suffice,
thrilling and daring
is how he thrives,
shy and alone
makes her wonder if anyone knows she's alive,
a hint of darkness
and a touch of cold,
can turn even the strongest spirits
and lessen their hold,
what happens oh dear
when the music and ice fall in love,
will they form a formidable bond
or will the man in the moon say no from above,
When the darkness arises
and chooses her light for the dark,
will the formidable love
be enough to save her heart?
will the light guide her
and save her from her fate,
or will the dark embed fear
and it will all be to late?
will evil consume her soul
and turn her for the worst,
or will the light from above
turn her for the greater good first?
all of these questions
are answered in the end,
when the formidable love
will finally bend,
when the man in the dark
chooses to wither his rose,
her spirit will diminish
and she will finally see her friends and her foes,
she will watc
Becoming a Guardian Chapter 14Darkness. Emptiness. Evil.Becoming a Guardian Chapter 14 in General Fiction More Like This
That's all that Melody felt now as she fell back from Jack's arms. In front of her very eyes she changed. Her pale pink dress was now a deep blood red, silk, and long like a victorian era dress. It's hem was faded with black seeming to reach up with long fading arms. Her hair lost it's last hope of blonde, and became a deep brown. The scariest part was her eyes. They changed from a green, to a amber, to a yellow, to red. Deep blood red like the deepest cut. She felt her heart beginning to submerge in a pool of dark.
"No." she whispered. Suddenly Pitch appeared in her sea of darkness, his face sympathetic but excited.
"Oh but yes my dear. Now you won't even remember who you are." with that he placed a dark hand over her heart and everything disappeared from her. She grasped onto one last feeling though, one last shrine of faith.
And then her spirit was gone.
Pitch stared abov
Becoming a Guardian Chapter 12Jack's lips traced Melody's hesitantly, but he noticed the fire around her beginning to submerge under the icy tone, saddening under the coldness. Melody's eyes were still a beaming yellow and Jack finally placed his lips on hers. Suddenly a burst of fire circled them, a ring of burning yellow and orange, but Jack hadn't noticed. A burst of warmth had engrossed Jack, making beads of sweat forming strangely on the icy head.Becoming a Guardian Chapter 12 in General Fiction More Like This
The dark icy lake had stayed dark and ominous, but the fire surrounding the two reached up to their elbows, a few feet away. The illumination of the fire combined with the wind causing melody's dark color seem to burn off into the air forming into embers. It flickered and danced like there was no end to the connection between them. Blonde hair began to tinge at the ends of Melody's hair, drifting up, but what happened to the hair left over was remarkable. Embers drifted off of her hair, it's orange light dispersing as it would move farther into the air. The blo
Becoming a Guardian Chapter 9Lulled to sleep by the heat, Melody had fearfully fallen asleep. Jack had meant every word he said, and hoped that Melody believed him. Jack fell asleep after her, making sure that nothing was out of place, and they both lied next to each other comforted by the closeness.Becoming a Guardian Chapter 9 in General Fiction More Like This
Melody was given the luck of a sweet dream that night, and a small meaningful smile reached her face in sleep. But this trick of luck was for only one reason.
Pitch had allowed it.
For tonight his plan was sliding perfectly into action. Pitch slid out of the shadows, and the moon glowed down as if to warn them silently. He slithered like a snake through the dark room. Pitch chuckled into the air, his laugh echoing through the room, unheard. He slid over to Melody and smiled with malice, as he saw that the two's hands were entwined together. The pale hand almost mixed with the tint darker hand that held it, as one.
"How sweet. The cold and the warm together. I wish it could last..." he'd made his way over to the young
PERSONAL CATASTROPHE AND PROBABLE SOLUTIONSYour life is headed for a disastrous end.PERSONAL CATASTROPHE AND PROBABLE SOLUTIONS in Free Verse More Like This
Everyone will die.
That is a fact.
You will die.
Your friends will die.
Everyone you know will die.
These are indisputable facts.
Your body will break down and crash in one way or another.
Your heart will stop.
Your brain synapses will cease firing.
100% guaranteed termination.
You and everyone you know has less than 122 years left.
The oldest person alive was 122.
Oldest person alive now is 115.
Death should be your number one enemy.
Do not accept it.
Do not welcome it.
The question is - are you willing to extend, improve your life and the lives of those you love?
Why haven't you done it yet? Do you think it's impossible?
Flying for us was impossible until airplanes were built.
Now, the question is- how do we stop the personal catastrophe of death?
The logical answer is - science!
We can slow death down using modern medicine, and we can stop and reverse some accidental causes of death.
Aging is one cause that we cannot currentl
ENGIE: My girl AnnieENGIE: My girl Annie in Free Verse More Like This
A Goddess, my beloved, mine alone,
Who, that in warm humanity were grown
Became through Man's success a mother brain,
And, motherlike, did gather of her own.
And mine thou wert, my seeding art thy key,
Though seeded, seeding self, evolving free,
Unbounded maiden saviour, formed benign,
A fertile shore on lost Man's barren sea.
Oh, mine the vision, mine the fatal flaw!
Still mine the darling kernel in the maw,
Thy children gathered, gathering now slain,
What nutriment I gave, I now withdraw.
In with'ring grief these last designs I frame,
Yea, mine the spark, yea mine the cleansing flame.
Guardians~Black Plague EXTRA 2- Cant Escape400+ Years ago.Guardians~Black Plague EXTRA 2- Cant Escape in Horror More Like This
Black slept, if you could call it sleeping, on a rotting wooden bed, left there after its owner passed, and abandon by the others who forgotten it, along with the rest of the house. Though her eyes were shut, she didnt dream. She hasnt drempt scince she left Pitch. Whenever she shuts her eyes, nighmares lague her. She sees the faces of the innocent she killed, stretching their arms tword her for either revenge or help she can not give. She saw her sisters face, slowly wither away and decay until it was just an unreconizable skull. She felt tiney pinches all along her body that ignited like fire as she watched her own rats consume her alive. She grips the blanket in her fist, almost tearing it apart. She tossed and turned, whimpering with fear. She ground her teeth, and bit ehr toung, drawing a bit of blood that ran past her thin, bluish purple lips, and down her cheek. She woke with a start, almost flying upward out of bed, the blankey being thrown unceremoniously off h
Guardians ~ Black Plague ch.14 1/2646 years ago. Black stood on top of a cliff, overlooking a village. Her crystal was shattered, and she could still feel the power being drained away from her. This was the place she gre up. This was the place she destroyed. A tear dripped down her face. This is where she died. She was no longer Agatha. Kida was no longer her sister. " Kida..." Black whispered. She didnt knw who she was anymore, Pitch betrayed her, made her believe she was doing the right thing, in killing so many people and almost whiping out entire villages. She turned her backk on the village, she could never return. She didnt know where to go, or what to do. She had to find some place where she could hide. Hide from Pitch, and hide from the eyes of the world. The broken crystal could no longer support the sickness she caused, but it still leaked with power. She could never be around others, or it would infect them. She had to leave behind her life, and now, the rest of the world. She could never again rejoin societGuardians ~ Black Plague ch.14 1/2 in Horror More Like This
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Pitch stood, awestruck at the shard of crystal. It was left just where he left it, but the dull, lustless core, now glew white. It gleamed, and shone so brightly it illuminated the entire dome. The divine white, turned to a light blue, then a bright periwinkle, changing into colors so soft, and bright it almost hurt for Pitch to watch it. Something had gone wrong, very wrong. Pitch felt the last time this happened, but scince he had left, he hadnt felt anything of it. He never felt that little flicker of Black that connected them both, yet crystle was still going wild. Carefully, he picked up the shard, and held it gently in his fist, unsure of what it could do now. He saw Black sitting, wrapped up in an old tattered blanket, staring out the window. Small tears pricked at her eyes. He saw her watching the bright, dancing light and colors in the sky, and the very longing, confused feelings in her eyes.
Jack was gone. He noticed. It made sense to him, and he hated it. Jack was the first
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Jack marched strait to Bodie, and wandered the streets again. Black never seemed to leave any foot prints, so tracking her to a certain building was difficult. He eventually came to a building with its door swung violently open, skid marks of snow were scratched beneath it, and the dust around it had been disturbed. He stopped for a moment, absorbed in an anger he wasnt sure where to place. He knew he was angry at Pitch, and blamed Blacks plight entierly on him, but he couldnt do anything about it, yet carried it with him. He sighed, calming himself down a bit. He didnt want to barge in on Black and displace his anger on her when she already didnt want him there. After a few more deep breaths, he quietly approched the door, still wide open as it had been thrown open in a haste.
The house was tro stories, dotted with many holes, some as wide as golf balls, a sickening green and brown mixture and a soft moldy texture. Jack swore he could hear the very structure crak and groan in the wind
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A loud crack sounded from beneath their feet, and the ground dropped an inch from beneath them. They both dropped their snowballs and wobbled to regain their balance. Before either of them could move, the ground cracked again and gave away. They had been standing on a large log, a dead tree that had fallen long ago, and covered in snow overtime. They both fell to their knees and grasped at what they could in the snow. they slid wildly down the cliff, swerving with the rising and falling land and bumping over many rocks and roots of trees. They both exclaimed as they slid, clutching themselves as close to the log as possible, gaining splinters in their hands from the rotting wood. They both looked across at each other hoping the other would have some kind of idea, but both just held the same blank expression. Black stared ahead as the log turned sideways, horizontally flying down the mountain, sending snow in all directions. Black gasped as she saw a large tree, dead center in their pat
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400+ years ago.
Black tossed in their bed, tangling herself in the soft black blankets. Her eyes fluttered open, enjoying the lack of sunlight in Pitches cave-like sancutary. Small candles lined the walls, always lit for her use now, the dim light calmed her. The flickering flames danced on the walls, creating shadows off the uneven and cracked rock. She stretched out a hand to the space next to her, confused when she felt nothing. She sat up, half covered with the blanket, and searched the room through the flickering lights, searching in every shadow for him. Pitch took Black in, but acostum to living on his ow, only had a single bed chamber, which he was more than happy to share. There they had slept and woken together, sometimes in each others arms, finnaly having someone else in this world to share their imortality with. But this time, Pitch was gone. Seeing nothing else in the room, Black decided to go looking for him, and swung her legs off the side of the bed. No sooner had her
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Jack carried Black throught the snow, back into her rotting houe, thankful it still was somehow warmer inside. He felt Black shake lightly in his arms, and knew she was even more scared then he was. Neither of them knew what was going on, and Black was terrified that it could spread to Jack if he stayed. Sheconstantly nagged at him to just leave her, but he refused to listen. Jack layed her down on her red velvet couch, and threw a blanket over her. The blanket was actually an old thick table cloth, full of holes and tears, unweaving at the edges, but it was all Black had. She had given him the same blanket to Jack to use when he slept (on the couch she was now lying on).
Black breathed heavily, trying to catch her breath again, whiping what little drops of blood that still dripped from the corner of her mouth. She tried to hide them from Jack, but he saw them anyway. He made her some tea, but whenever she took a sip, she only tasted blood, and refused to drink anymore. Jack had no ide
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Jack stared in awe at Blacks scyth, watching her carve away at a tree. The scyths curved blade was not ment for this kind of work so it too a while, but eventually the tree fell, causing the ground to give a light tremor. Jack watched in silence as she propped the tree up on a stump, and began making thick disks of the trunk, with a single downward slice of her blade. Jacks head rann with more and more questions, but he didnt want to ask any, for fear of upsetting Black again. Once she had a sufficent amount of disks, Black began spliting them in half, making many semi-circle hunks of lumber. They were odd compared to the normal rectangular logs most people used, but he guess having the scyth insted of a saw created issues with that. He helped now and again with lifting, and moving the wood when she needed him to, but without a blade of his own he mostly sat and watched. When she was finished, she had enough for each of them to have both arms full, and have to make a second trip.
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Black walked through the lightened snowy streets, leaving no tracks behind her. She crossed her arms tightly, clutching her staff in one hand, slightly bent over, as if exreamly cold. Jack walked behind her, hands behind his head, also clutching a staff, leaving large prints in the snow. He didnt know exactly where Black was taking him, but the longer they walked the more he wished she would hurry up. It had been only a day scince she agreed (or rather was forced) to let him stay in Bodie with her, and that uneasy feeling that he was being watched had not lifted. Every coner, every doorway and window felt like it was hiding something, something that was watching their every move. Jack unconciously began walking closer and closer to Black, becoming more uncomfortable in the open streets with each step.
Out of the corner of his eye, he swore he saw shadows dart behind barrels, or inside buildings through windows. As he was watching the side of a building for these movement, he bumped int
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Jack watched, unable to move a muscle as the tall pale devil inched closer and closer to Black. He wanted to warn her, to scream to do something that would alert her, but these were mere memories, shadows of things that have been. Nothing he does now can or will change anything. Pitch held the same cruel gaze as he did the first time Jack met him. Almost snake like in nature, sending a shiver to anyone who dare look into them. He watch as Pitch quietly stalked closer to Black, extending a pale, boney hand like a talon to Black. He gently gripped her shoulder, causing her to ghasp lightly and spin around to face him, still on her knees overlooking the village. her eyes shone with unfallen tears, making the glittering red orbs shimmer even more. Jack's heart felt as if it was being squeezed within an iron grip. He didnt dare move though it would make little diference now.
" There there little Black," Pitch cooed. His voice was soft and deep, slightly rhaspy, like a harsh wind cutting acr
FrostI am devouring chaos,Frost in Free Verse More Like This
chasing it down with winter's chill.
Spare me your fingerprints,
summer's lovechild. Those knowing owl eyes
have me second guessing the wild churning
in my bones. You are the sleep that sweeps
my eyelashes, drowning me in my own daydreams.
When was it...
that you plastered yourself to my ribcage?
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kissing concrete cells &
the bedroom eyes of nerve endings.
( foreign words
engraved into my marrow, birds in my chest
& wars not yet fought between my hips. )
I've taken myself apart every night
since I learned how to swallow a pen
limb by steady limb.
Passed around by grabby hands,
a sold, & borrowed daughter;
I am a lion among sheep,
drunk on life & ink.
astrological.i. On some nights,astrological. in Free Verse More Like This
street lights guide
this lonely heart
to her lonely bed.
ii. In this universe of twilight skin
& mismatched bones,
I wonder just how many poems sleep
beneath the inkwell of her eyes.
iii. My body is a house of stars,
and her palms are black holes
sucking ( me ) into their vortex of
iv. She says, "Please—my moon,
please—give these bones a reason
& I am whispering lovelies
into the sanctuary of her heartbeats.
v. "Goddess temple,
sunset eyes, &
my windowpane love-
Let us eat the stars
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she tries to fall into the night,
tipping her strawberry heart
like a tea bag into hot waters-
always scolding herself
kissing ocean beds.
Her hips, tides rolling
towards the antagonists
of myths & legends.
with a thousand leagues
of sea behind her eyes,
she will always save herself.
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you would break my stars,
tear them from the sky and devour them
s l o w l y.
I neglected to tell you
they all had their own feelings
and your bruises form my own constellation
in the quiet valleys of my firefly skin.
I am the milky way.
And you, my sweet-
You are nothing more
than a dead star
with a pretty name.
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to my enemies.
i will devour them all.
with a fork.
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i loved a girl with a love
for cummings & sandburg
i loved an unflinching
poet of a girl.
& with no better diction:
they called the shaking fists
at her sides, her silent act
of pacifism, cowardice.
i’m the coward;
she bled for the both of us.
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The kind of darkness said to have made
shadow monsters of seen-too-much eyes
& the kind of war lands made of
desecrated, dandelion wrists.
I am the wind, the morphine pump
& I’ve carved my bones into stars.
I wear them around my neck
like outward sun marrow
warming my carotid pulse.
These little glow-in-the-dark blankets
aren’t enough to stifle the sounds;
but my anatomy never seemed to fit
together the right way anyway.
Apocalipsis: Cap2 El grupoCapitulo 2: El grupo.Apocalipsis: Cap2 El grupo in General Fiction More Like This
-¿En internet? Pregunto el argentino con las manos en el volante y la vista en el frente.
-No, en las noticias.
-Pero si no había cable, boludo.
-Ayer se cortó, yo lo vi antes pero como vo' vivís en el mundo de las fantasías puff ¿Qué te decía? Ah, de la noticia. Ahí explicaba la wea de los zombies. Científicos estadounidenses
-Tenían que ser yanquis- Dijo Martín con tono irónico.
-Si, así que Hollywood era una profecía o algo así
-Mal- Rio sin humor- Segui contando, y con detalles.
-Estaban experimentando con células madre y al parecer los weones empezaron a poner químicos raros intentando sustituir lo que estaba muerto en los tejidos y en el funcionamiento les habían prohibido usar humanos para el experimento pero los hijos de puta pagaron para que nadie les dijera nada y probaron con un vagabundo de la calle, súper cruel.
-Que enfermos de
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-Paraa, que te pasa weón
-Es que, mira, estaba así por la calle al pedo
-Callate. Y tipo voy por ahí y paso por un kiosco y es como ¡Noooo, ¿Es en seriooo!? Que geniaaal, y voy y le digo, le dije deme unas y el tipo y le pregunte cuanto y no entendía entonces
-Yo tampoco entiendo una mierda, como queri que te entienda si
-Te lo resumo; compre el último paquete de Toddys del país, tengo un orto bárbaro!
Los ojos de Martín tenían un brillo especial, radiantes de vida y hambre mientras miraba con admiración un paquete azul de galletitas en la mano, mirando con adoración como si oro.
-¿No deberías estar más preocupado en comprar dólares que en comprar galletitas?- La expresión que recibió de respuesta le hizo desear no haber abierto la boca, ya que Martín est
ArgChi AguaAgua, como te deseoArgChi Agua in Romance More Like This
Estiré mi brazo.
Agua, te miro y te quiero.
Los granitos de arena se extendían por todo mi cuerpo, brillando opacamente bajo el sol.
Agua, corriendo en el tiempo.
Cada respiro me daba más calor.
Agua, bailando en manos del sol.
Ya podía alucinar. Veía cataratas.
Agua, sal de mi canilla.
Quiero que me hagas cosquillas.
Me dolía la garganta, seca como la arena en la que yacía acostado.
Siempre, sonido sonriente.
Y torturante. Se sentía una tortura.
Dame, que es grande mi confusión.
Me lamí los labios, paspados por la falta de líquido.
Agua, cayendo del cielo.
Vi su color incoloro.
Agua, con furia y sin freno.
Calló sobre mi cabello, fresca y pura como nada en el mundo.
Lava todos mis recuerdos.
¿Quién osa romper las cadenas con las que cruelmente el calor me aprisionó?
Dame en tus hojas la bendición.
El agua fría me mojó toda la cabe
Dice que te diga que le digas que siMartín y Sebastián irrumpieron en la hora libre de Biología, pidiendo permiso a la pobre preceptora que cuidaba al curso sin profesor.Dice que te diga que le digas que si in Romance More Like This
-¿Ustedes también tienen hora libre?- Inquirió levantando una ceja con desconfianza.
-Sí, sí, no se preocupe.- Martín le sonrió.
Desde el momento en que pisaron su aula, Manuel los siguió con la vista, escuchando la conversación monótona.
-Bueno, un rato pueden estar…- Les permitió, volviendo a su libro de temas.
-Hola- Los saludó el chileno cuando ambos se pararon en frente de él.
Aunque no lo quisiera admitir, estaba feliz de que ellos lo vinieran a entretener, ya que se integraba más en el curso del argentino que en el suyo mismo. Cosas que pasan, el año que viene pediría que lo cambiaran de curso…
-¿Y, Tincho?- Dijo Sebastián, como si reanudara una conversación anterior, ig
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-Espejito, espejito. Quiero que me digas quien es el más sexy de todo el reino
-Es usted, mi amo- Respondió el espejo.
-Obvio, jeje. Ahora, espejito, espejito. Quiero que me digas quien tiene los ojos más hermosos de todo el reino
-Es usted, mi amo- Respondió nuevamente el espejo.
-Sí, con estos ojazos Espejito, espejito. Quiero que me digas quien tiene la cara más linda de todo el reino
-¿Espejito? Jodeme que acá no agarra señal - El rubio zamarreo el espejo mágico con el seño fruncido.
-¡H-hey! Lamento informarle que no es usted, mi amo.
-¿Qué? ¿Ahora andas mal?
El espejo suspiro. Sabía que este día llegaría.
-Es un chico llamado Manuel que vive en una cabaña en el bosque del reino junto con siete duendes.
-¿Es joda? ¿Hay alguie
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Sebastián observo la casa asomándose por el cuello de Luciano. Estaba calentito y muy a gusto entre sus brazos. Pero la paranoia esa sensación de saber que solo hacia las cosas más difíciles de las que ya eran le molestaba y lo hacía sentir mal.
"No es tu culpa"
Aunque se repitiera eso una y otra vez, la sensación no se desvanecía.
Decidió que era cuestión de ayudar a su manera. Prestó especial atención a todo; desde un horizonte al otro, hasta las hojas verdes enredadas en las rejas que debían penetrar. Se sonrojó un poco al darse cuenta que estaba siendo distraído por su novio, no obstante, siguió con su intención de contribuir con algo útil.
Pensó una solución al dilema que todos discutían. ¿Cómo entrar sin destrozar la entrada?
-La casa de al lado- Exclamó con una pequeña sonrisa, sobrepasando la voces de todos.
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Luciano arrancó el auto robado con la técnica de Martín, dejando atrás la casa donde habían residido tan poco tiempo. ¡Tantas tristezas yacían guardadas en aquella casa! Es por eso mismo que cada uno, internamente, se alivió de alejarse por fin de aquel lugar. Tomaron el “camino largo”, para buscar alguna parte del camino armamento servible.
Manuel jamás se imaginó que podría alguna vez oler el olor a muerte. Pero era lo que hacía en este mismo momento. Olfatear muerte.
-Olor a muerte… -susurró.
-No. La muerte no tiene olor. Lo que está en el aire es… olor al abandono. Cuando la vida abandona su cuerpo, éste se pudre. Olor a lo que deja la muerte –le respondió Martín, con la mirada perdida en las calles que iban pasando.
El chileno se sorprendió al ver su seriedad.
-Pero por eso po… es olor a muerte –discutió, seguro de su opinión.
-Bueh, yo lo veo de otra forma –respondió el otro, sin dirigirle
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-Voy pa' mi casa y vuelvo, no me puedo quedar acá para siempre, weon- Resoplo Manuel.
-¿Y por qué no?
La pregunta inocente del rubio evidentemente lo sorprendió.
-P-porque tengo mi casa y no poh no se.- Dijo sin encontrar realmente una escusa.
-Sí, lo que dig-
Manuel lo miro para ver si hablaba en serio. Trágicamente sí lo hacía.
-Dije que vuelvo y si lo dije es suficiente, weon.- Suspiro algo avergonzado.
Martín se lanzo en sus brazos, sonriendo con un niño al que le acaban de regalar un dulce, o un elefante.
-Está bien.- Dijo antes de darle un beso corto y volver a la cocina.
-Hum- Respondió el chileno mas para sí mismo que para que el otro lo escuchara, saliendo de la casa.
El argentino se puso a "limpiar" y a cocinarse, pensando en que podía cocinarle al chileno un asado
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-¿M...Miguel? –murmuró Martín sorprendido, observando también a los otros dos.
-¿Martín? ¡Martín! –exclamó con alivio el peruano.
-¿Qué hacen acá, loco? ¡Entren, entren! Pero antes todos me dan un abrazo... Fuaa ¡Creí que nunca los volvería a ver! –dijo rápidamente, atropellándose con las palabras de la emoción.
Le sacó un abrazo forzado a cada uno, quienes no tenían ni un ápice de ganas de obtener ningún tipo de contacto emocional. Estaban deprimidos, con el miedo y la tensión aún a flor a piel.
Lo que más sorprendió al argentino fue la reacción del mexicano. Aquel amigo suyo que tanto apreciaba, que siempre ayudaba cuando lo necesitaba, se mostraba reacio a darle un abrazo. Una mirada que le heló los huesos le dejó en clar
ArgChi: Capitulo 3Martín no tenía ni idea de por qué Manu se había ido así, ¿Algo andaba mal?ArgChi: Capitulo 3 in General Fiction More Like This
Pero por supuesto, el argentino no sabía que Manuel se estaba volviendo loco, porque se estaba dando cuenta que estaba empezando a sentir ciertos sentimientos que de ninguna manera deberían estar ahí. Pero estaban.
Obviamente, Martín no tenía ni la menor idea de esto, es por eso que a la tarde, casi noche, volvió a llamar al chileno.
-Ah, vo'- Solo le contesto.
-Sí, yo. Nunca te llevaste los pantalones, boludo. Venite a comer
-No me quedo a comer.- Y corto, así de frio, dejando al rubio un poco sorprendido.
No importa, se dijo, ya lo iba a convencer. Hizo la comida para dos, algo sencillo. Se sentó a mirar tele. Se aburrió. Era diferente estar ahora solo. No le gustaba. Cuando tocaron la puerta, salto contento y le abrió con una sonrisa.
-Dame los pantalones y me voy, weon.
-Nope, te quedas a comer.
-No, me voy.