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The girl texting on her phoneUp in a classroom,More Like This
Stuck on the highest floor,
Resides a girl sat on the windowsill,
Texting on her phone…
Even if all those street lights below,
Glowing in the dark,
Were to burn up and disappear,
Would her gaze stray from her phone?
Though she is surrounded by people-
Not one of them is to be seen.
Through the night and through the clouds
Words is all they'll be.
Stupid and worthless acronyms flow out
And spin into her eyes.
"Ah, these breakable words mean nothing to me."
Seeing the strands of her straw hair,
She looks up past her fringe, away from the screen.
"The real me isn't here, it's somewhere else."
She says.
Ha.
Making It Up To You (RonaldxReader)More Like This
A Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler Fanfiction
RonaldxReader
Making It Up to You
“Hey, hun.” Your eyes remained on the last few stacks of papers before you, and you continued to scrawl across the bright, white sheet on the ink-stained surface of your desk with a large-feathered quill. It had been a good day, until you’d heard that voice. Suddenly the lovely loops and strokes of the writing of your boss had turned dark and foreboding, and you felt a sense of unhappiness settle over your already disturbed mind.
Wonderful. It’s him again… You heaved what you were sure must have sounded to the other reaper like a sigh of
The Secret Name: Party Crashing (Kuroshitsuji) c11The Secret Name: Party Crashing, continued.More Like This
Just before Druitt leans in to brush my hair from my ear, shots are fired. I jerk backwards and to the side without thinking and just barely stop myself from blowing my cover by returning fire.
But I needn’t have worried. The shooter, either another cross-dresser or a real girl, has terrible aim.
“Ah, Priscilla,” he sighs. “Not now. You’ll ruin my party!” He barely raises his voice, like he’s merely commenting on bad music rather than a shooting. “The party must go on!” He announces, and this time, his voice rings through the room. Arms out-st
Logic-Ch.38Shakey pants escaped his lips as he raced down the street. His hands tightly gripped a gun and sword, holding them close to himself.More Like This
"Bullets, bullets, where are some bullets? Someone has to have bullets!" He hissed, quickly observing his possible paths.
"Logic, Logic, Logic..." The chants echoed through his ears as he took a corner.
A shadowy figure appeared at the end of the alley, glancing at him before taking a right. The boy's eyes widened for a moment before he attempted to increase his pace.
"W-Wait up!" He shouted.
By the time he reached the end of the alley, the shaodw was long gone. His eyes scanned over the way it went.
"Bull
ClaudexReaderxSebastian Part 5More Like This
A Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler fanfiction
ClaudexReaderxSebastian, Part 5
Your Butlers, Witnessing
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Mother?” You called her name now, knowing that she must be there, somewhere in the manor that you hardly remembered, to answer you. The mother that you could barely remember. She hovered there, in the back of your desperate, clinging mind, only a ghost in what was now a different child. You.
…You were not the child you used to be. You were a new person, someone who had been twisted and changed into another form by the hands of supernatural forces, forces that you did not know even existed. And now you found
The HourglassMore Like This
Well, that was much easier than I'd thought, with things going as they had there shouldn't have been help at the final moment. A pull of the pocket watch tucked in my jacket, I glance at the time and scowl. Deviating from the planned schedule yet again...And I'm supposed to be the one enforcing it!
I round the corner faced with the enormous mansion my master lives in. The sun is just beginning to peak out from the shadows as the sky returns from a cloak of heavy black to its dull blue shade. Unlocking the front door, the three protecters of the house s
Reaper in Training-Chapter 1More Like This
Adjusting my recruit glasses, I waited to see who my trainer would be. I felt apprehensive as a student was called into the office. In a feeble attempt to look somewhat nice, I wore a dark maroon over bust corset with buckles over a button up black short sleeved shirt, three quarter black pants, and metropolis style heels. Yet I still looked like I did every day. So I had my best friend Viviana pull my hair into a shmancy up-do. But then I looked like I was trying too hard. So I braided it back like I did every day. With my recruit machete strap across my chest the knife resting in its case on my back. My attention was caught to the s
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