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Faces in the DirtHe draws faces in the dirt with the toe of his boot. A dejected sigh escapes, her boredom overflowing like the snot trailing from his pink nose.
"Are you quite finished, dear?"
He coughs up another swirling river, painting over the newborn visages now left drowning in the mess of green. Another sigh fumes and her shoulders sink to the level of her evening.
A Simple Question, Revisited"Do you love me, Angel?"
Beverage spewed from his coughing mouth, desperately trying to keep himself from choking. His baffled look bade her to inquire again:
"Do you love me, Angel?"
It was a simple question, but not one so simply answered. Technically speaking -being what he was- he loved all of God's creation: Essentially everyone (save Satan and his minions of evil, of course). At the very least, the terms in his heavenly contract stated that he was supposed to, and that is the reply he gave her. She shook her head as if speaking with a child.
"I don't mean the Love Thy Neighbor sort of thing, silly. You know: The pinky promise, warm and fuzzy, makes you act like a giddy idiot kind of love," She looked up shyly, fluttering her eyelashes. "Do you love me like that?" His mouth opened open as if to respond, but he promptly shut it again. What could he possibly tell her? Certainly not the truth. A defensive tactic he had so mastered in life was the only option.
"What makes you a
ConcerningDid you know that ever since the day you sat there shivering, I had a hunch that you were secretly a male escort for a middle-aged, but disgustingly wealthy woman?
Did you notice how much you distracted me and made me wonder, sitting and staring at the back of your head, how a haircut could make a guy look that much cuter?
Did you realize how special you made me feel when you noticed little things about me, like the stripes on my socks and the way I swung my feet when I sat?
Did you ever think about how disappointed you made me when you didn't come all of those days or how excited and nervous I felt whenever I saw elsewhere?
Could you image my shock when I found out it was your last year or my confusion when I saw "you" again the next?
I bet you didn't.
"I can't believe I'm writing this." Grimacing, she saved the file and hoped no one would find it.
LettersShe had recently taken up the hobby of writing letters to no one in particular and then sending them in the same fashion. Many times she would often just start to write, or type in some cases, about whatever came to her mind at that moment, say a phrase or word or song, then continue to add and babble on about it. There was never a real point to the letters, at least, not until the very end did she find any hidden meaning behind all of it that would apply to someone out there.
After this was completed, she would turn to a page in the phone book, or go online if she was feeling very adventurous, and send her message to a random address and whomever her fickle finger fate had chosen. The letter would be sealed away and occasionally she would doodle an image upon the envelope if extra time was hanging about.
She never expected to get an answer or response from her potpourri of lunacy and mad wisdom. The only times she ever got anything back was from another nobody who lived in place calle
A Simple Question"Do you love me Angel?"
He spit out his beverage and coughed to keep from choking. He turned back to her with a conufsed look on his face, so she asked her question again.
"Do you love me Angel?"
He had to pause.Technically, being what he was, he loved everyone. Well everyone, except Satan and his minions of evil of course. At least... His heavenly contract said he was supposed to, and that's what he told her. She shook her head.
"I don't mean the Love Thy Neighbor sort of thing but, you know... The pinky promise, way-too-happy, makes you act like an idiot kind," She looked up shyly. "Do you love me like that?"
He opened his mouth to respond, but promptly shut it again. What was he supposed to tell her? Thinking quickly, he went on the defensive.
"Why do you want to know? Are you just curious or..." He glanced at her nervously. "Is there a chance that you love me...?"
She ponder for a few moments, then smiled cheerfully. "No reason," she luaghed and skipped off. He let ou
The Rainy Phone Call MeetIt was raining. Not too hard, mind you, but enough to cause those who walked the streets to take refuge under one thing or another. In the middle of the crowded square under a pink umbrella stood a girl dressed in black who seemed to be looking for someone. She scanned the crowd with only her eyes until she finally found him.
Her next victim.
He looked like any normal person in the square, save the fact that he wasn't under an umbrella. What made him so special to the girl? He was talking. Not to face to face with someone, but on a cell phone. Loudly.
The girl grinned.
"One... Two..." On the count of three, she dropped her umbrella, ran up to the young man, snatched the phone out of his hand, and said "'Ello? Deis iz Mona. My boy, he'z a lazy one. Cannut talk to ze likes of jew. Must work."
With a final 'Oodbye," she hung up and returned the phone to it's owner. Seeing the baffled and annoyed look on his face, she grinned reassuringly. "Don't worry about it. 'S not like you were
Its Watching Me - Monster? Levi x Reader
In a night without the moon
a certain monster lurks
It watches intently
And when the moon is blue and full
You couldn’t explain it but you felt a certain set of eyes staring at you when you went to sleep.
Everyday you would go to school, do homework, and sleep. Repeat that routine five more times and that was your whole school week.
You always longed for something interesting to happen in your life but as usual with wishes nothing happened.
And no you weren’t a lonely or unsociable person. You had a great set of friends but namely the people you trusted your life with was Levi, Erwin, and Mikasa.
They were almost always around to talk to even though they had their own lives to deal with.
You sighed into your hand while doing your homework on your bed. “Highschool sucks”
Finally finishing homework, you put down your stuff and turned off the light.
And there the monster lurks
.: Reader x Sollux: Hack Wars (Masterpost) :."Must...
You muttered to yourself as you sat up in bed, groggily. Your hair was ruffled and you could personally care less.Though the fact was true, there was one thing you did care about. What day of week it was. You had a natural setting in your mind to wake yourself up around when you set your alarm clock to go off. Wait- your alarm clock didn't go off. What time was it? 7:05 A.M, February 25th, 2013. School canceled due to unexpected snow storm. Your digital calendar read.
You stood up and yawned, a small smile stretching across your face. No school today. Sweet. Just to be sure, you peeked out your window and surely enough, snow was everywhere. You hope your cat is okay...Yeah, you let her in last night. With another yawn, you shuffled over to your laptop and cracked it open.
Password wrong; attempts until auto-shutdown: 2
You stared at your screen; it took you a good five seconds to realize what
Bite Sized: Hoodies are Chub Incubators
Karen dropped her backpack down with a mighty TWACK, not worried about it's heavy contents. Those books were sturdy. Unlike her legs, which felt like they'd give out any minute, shaking like jelly. A little too literal of a simile for Karen's taste as well.
More than a feeling, her thighs wobbled, shook, and pressed up together like gallons of pudding in a denim sack. Even her calves were several pints too full as well.
Panting heavily, Karen stumbled over to her bed and flopped on it, assaulting the springs in her mattress making them rebel for a few seconds. She groaned, facedown in her bed, short blonde hair splaying about her head, bangs slightly sweaty.
Using the stairs to get up to her dorm was supposed to help her trim up a bit. But if she tried that again she'd effing die. What was the point?
Adjusting her position, trying to spread out her legs for a stretch, Karen received a breeze up her back quite suddenly. Reluctantly, she slowly rotated her head to look into the mirror on
The Dance Team pt. 2Marisa was talking to a short, busty blonde when she saw Gwen storming out from the back.
Marisa held up a hand, motioning for the girl speaking to hush, apologizing, "Sorry, Tara, but I gotta cut you off. She just came out."
Tara understood, she nodding quickly and walking away from the scene.
Gwen was looking good, Marisa thought, hot as hell, and entirely pissed off. She didn't move towards her, just watched, enraptured, as her friend moved in her direction, wearing what must have been tonight's scheduled work attire, a blue, strappy bikini, the breasts studded with sequins and all of it entirely too small for a woman of her size. This last fact was more evident than ever just now, with the way she was walking, raging, conscious of the way her her thick, exposed body was jiggling with every step, but not in the mood to care about it. She looked furious, to put it lightly, her forehead was wrinkled with rage. She still had that hourglass shape, but it was a very thick hourglas
Ben Tennyson VS Avatar Korra The Battle
Kra: “The scenario has been made, the fighters are set, and it’s time to see which gritty kids show hero is more powerful."
Natalia: “It’s time to settle this debate once and for all. Avatar VS Omnitrix. Aliens VS Elements.”
Both: “It’s time for a Death Battle!”
Kra: “And remember folks; you can only watch this, ONLINE!”
Natalia: “Was that a shot at Nickelodeon? Kra, I’m proud of you!”
Republic City, Pro-Bending Arena
High above the churning crowds, an airship’s loudspeakers echoed an orchestra of brass music that carried throughout the arena.
Hypnotic Brass Ensemble: War
“Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelcoooooooooooooooooooooooooome back Spectators! I’m your very own Pro-bending host, Shiro Shinobi, with continued coverage of the Nick VS CN contest of champions!”
The Dance Team pt. 3The next morning, Marisa woke up first, and she didn't waste any time before she began planning. She was good with plans, she always had been, and the one in her head was one of her best yet.
She buzzed around the apartment, trying to be quiet, stepping as lightly as her 280 pound body could manage, setting things in place, making phone calls, knowing full well it might all be for nothing. Gwen was crucial to all this, and when she woke up, Marisa asked immediately, hoping for a specific answer, "You still up for it?"
Gwen sat quiet for a second, and Marisa's anxiety rose, but when she answered, it was with a submissive shrug and an unenthused, "Yeah, what the hell, let's do it."
Marisa held her excitement to a slight grin, "Breakfast?"
"Do you even have to ask?"
Marisa half-laughed, "Kinda, a little, yeah. Breakfast means heading out, and you, uh, don't look ready."
Gwen looked down at herself, and saw a mess. She looked a slob, staring down at the soft, exposed mass of her once-fit f
England x reader : KingI do not own hetalia or you~
The song is King by Lauren Aquilina
16 years old
I sat quietly right outside England's bedroom. I could hear him quietly crying. I felt my heart ache knowing that he still missed America. I know I'm not a strong nation like America...but I'm trying...I'm the nation of (c/n). I sighed and looked at the guitar next to me. I had written the song for England...hoping it would make him feel better. I stood and took a deep breath and stood. I left my guitar in the hallway and pushed open the door. England was sitting with his back to the door looking out the window. "England..." I said softly looking at his blonde messy hair. "(C/n)....come here love." He said. His voice cracked ever so slightly. I walked over and sat next to him. "You know...i never thought he would leave me...but he did...and now that I have you...all I'm expecting is for you do leave me." I looked at the side of his face. I watched a tear roll down it. "England..." I whispered. I lo
D is for DisintegrationI’ve always prided myself on being self-sufficient. I wanted to live off the grid- use solar energy for power and grow all my own food. When I accomplished this it was my finest hour. It had been hard, much harder than I anticipated but I did it. I had land which I farmed, a home built from sustainable materials, I was alone but happy- so busy that I didn’t have time to feel lonely. I felt an incredible sense of achievement for escaping the life most people led.
I thought most humans were greedy and gluttonous, so lazy in an age of technology that spurred nothing but anti-social behavior and a blatant disregard for our planet. I believe it was that disregard which brings us where we are today. I lived on my farm for less than a year when the earth was done with being robbed of its fossil fuels and had begun its disintegration.
It started with natural disasters. A host of seismic activity shook the world. Earthquakes ripped apart fault lines and great chasms were formed that
hanaemi. | akaashi keiji
"Is it okay if I draw you?"
Akaashi blinks, stares, and says nothing. His dark charcoal eyes were fixated on you as you look back at him with an innocent smile, and he starts wondering why you wanted to draw him. It wasn't everyday that a person comes to him and asks if they could draw him. No, this was actually the first time this happened, and he isn't really sure how to respond. But as he continues to look at that small, cute, and innocent smile of yours, he couldn't bring himself to say no. And so, he nods his head.
The smile still embed on your face, you sit him down on a stool and you quickly grab for your sketchbook and a pencil from your bag, and you observe his face for a moment. You then start drawing, and all Akaashi could hear was the sound of your pencil moving across from your thick sketchbook paper. He stays like this until he starts noticing that his body was going stiff - his neck, his back, but he didn't want to distract you from drawing. Carefully, he looks aw
He Loved Her He loved her, she loved Lucien, and Lucien loved hats. A strange sort of man, Lucien was, but she had never fallen for the conventional sort of fellow. This was unfortunate for Doug: he was the most normal of their entire group. His hobbies included reading the phone book and playing Bridge with old ladies on the weekends, so, tragically, he was a bit dull as well. Willow never really noticed Doug, despite his best attempts at wooing her with fancy card tricks that always seemed to fall apart. They had been the best of friends for many years, but our sad hero had always been overshadowed by his loves seemingly constant train of bizarre infatuations, with Lucien merely the latest in this long line of mohawked rockers and bohemian layabouts. Previously, Doug had been able to find amiable qualities in even the worst of Willows beaus in attempts to pacify his longing for their enviable positions, but Lucien- with his i
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