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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
The Dress of Change (Request)
“Hey, where are you going, Carl?”
“Oh, uh, you know, home.”
I cringe as Scott Young presses me against a fence. You know, just one day without this sort of abuse would be nice. Just one day.
“You made me flunk my History test, smartass! How many times do I have to tell you to make your answers visible?”
“I tried!” I exclaim, “Dude, Mrs. Grier has the eyes of a hawk. Both of us could’ve gotten detention!”
“I could care less about detention,” Scott sneers, “I have it almost every day anyway. YOU, on the other hand, need to man up! Better both of us take the fall than me getting an F!”
“I’m not done,” my aggressor cuts in, “Listen, do I need to remind you why we’re having this talk?”
Oh Shit! (Levi x Reader)
"Squad Leader (Y/N)! The meeting is going to start soon!"
Oh, right. There was another meeting. You detested meetings. And so did your boyfriend of two years, Levi.
You grumbled a small "thanks" to the cadet at your doorway, and put your paperwork aside.
Honestly, the relationship you had with Levi was a surprising one, especially because you had to keep it a secret. The military wasn't fond of relationships between its members, especially ones between squad leaders.
Their excuse was, "Blah blah distraction blah blah court cases blah blah death."
Anyone in a romantic relationship had to fill a shit ton (Levi's favorite unit of measurement) of paperwork, and the entire military would know. And if you guys broke up?
Every single person would know.
So it was in your's and Levi's best interest to keep quiet, and enjoy the times in broom closets and midnight strolls through the woods. At least now you knew why Levi had the cadets clean every
Marvin was someone who rarely got into trouble or altercations with anybody. He wasn't one to start arguments or get anybody angry with him, since he was a rather timid and shy person himself. Plus, he didn't have the best stature to stand up against a fight, if he ended up in one. Of course, someone he knew years ago was sent to prison because of something that happened between them. Marvin had accidentally spilled a can of worms about one his friends cheating on another one of his friends. Because of it, his friend was literally out to kill him because he destroyed potential happiness. Since then, he's been in prison.
It was another crisp afternoon in October. Marvin was in a cafe, toying around with a new tablet he'd bought. He was sitting on a sofa, sipping from a bottle of tea he'd bought. He looked up, seeing two police cars and a nice looking car following behind. He smiled, thinking back to something that used to make him smile about cops and donuts. T
Hetalia X Neko Reader Pt14
Hetalia X Neko Reader
Lesson in Fighting
After breakfast Natalia lead (Name) to a room in the basement. The room is painted a light blue with various weapons, shields and armor around the room. What caught (Name) eye ere four pair of military uniform but before she could go look at them she was dragged across the room. (Name) watches as Natalia pulls out a practice dummy. The dummy looks like a crude rag doll with blond hair and light violet eyes. (Name) stares at it for a minute before she feels something being pressed into her hand. (Name) looks down to see Natalia giving her a small dagger. She takes it and examines it. It is slightly larger than her hand with a polished wood hilt and shiny silver blade.
“I saw many weapons in Japan nut nothing like this, it’s so small”
“It’s a dagger” Natalia says bluntly “I want you to stab the dummy with it”
“But I don’t want to” (Name) says
“This is self-defense, I am trying
EWL Payback - TGOh man it’s Friday night and nothing to do but sit down and keep typing away at the big story of mine. The thought of finishing it loomed in the back of my head as I opened up the word document and looked over at all that I’ve written these past few months. I smile while slowly scrolling down through almost thirty pages worth of work till I get to the bottom and see where I had previously left off.
Just as I start typing away at the keys on the mechanical keyboard I see the blinking cursor move backwards, deleting letter by letter, then word by word. I gasped and looked down to see if the backspace key was stuck and after pushing it a few times I realized it wasn’t me that was deleting my own work but something else. I frantically started hitting the undo button to try and save my work from being removed from existence. Once that didn’t work I basically said to hell with it and closed the document and when prompted to save any changes I immediately clicked no an
Attack on Titan x Reader - I'm in the Band (Ch. 1)[Author's Note: This is a college marching band AU. Since Reader-chan is a new freshman, she shall be expected to act shy. Also, Reader-chan shall play the clarinet. Apologies to anyone reading who does not play clarinet, but look on the bright side: You'll be clarinet buddies with Armin and Marco~!]
Chapter One: Introductions
My face flushed involuntarily as I quickly walked toward the many rows of fold-out chairs. I kept my eyes on the floor when my rear hit the chair at the end of the back row, and I tried my best to block out the loud chatter coming from almost every other mouth in the room. I was greatly outnumbered by strangers, what looked to be over a hundred other people seated in the giant rectangular formation of chairs set out at the front of the room.
I allowed my eyes to scan the room and its inhabitants. A man sat patiently at the front facing the crowd of people. I recognized him. He was Erwin Smith, the band director, the man for whom I had auditioned. He was ve
Child!Prussia x child!reader: first kissI do not own hetalia or you
((Okay so in this Ludwig is Gilbert's older brother so yeah enjoy))
I sat in the back seat watching out the window as all the trees flew by. I groaned...today I have to go to daycare...why would I want to do that when I could stay at home with my big brothers Alfie and Mathew? "Daddy! Why can't u stay at home with Alfie and Mattie?" I asked looking at my British father driving. He looked at me in the rear view mirror. "Because their at school love." He said. "Do I have to go to school?" I asked. He chuckled and nodded. "Yes poppet, at one point you need to go to school." He said. I huffed and watched as we pulled up to the daycare that I toured with my daddy last month.
My dad got me out of the car and held my hand as we walked though the doors only to be greeted by a woman with bright green eyes and pretty blonde hair who was known as Ms. Belgium. "Oh! Hello Arthur! Hello (name)! You look so pretty today! Did your daddy get you all dressed up
Fools Gold (Netherlands x Reader)
(Netherlands x Reader)
Warning. This is not a happy story.
“I want a divorce.” His voice was cool and sharp, calming almost, as if the way those four words rolled off of his tongue without a care in the world, no sense of reluctance in them in the least. The words of anti that were soon to erupt from my own caverns held silent, my lips pushed tightly together in pure disbelief. I knew this was going to happen but…not this soon, not now. The tall man sat up from our love seat, the clink of his boots bruised against the carpeted floors; ignoring my face as if I didn’t exist. I heard the door slam, awaking me from my state of being before running to the door after him, the only thing in his wake was the entryway.
“Tim!” I was given no response aside from a look that I’d grown to
Gaea The Goddess (WG) 4"You wanted to see me, Gaea?"
Wu stood off to her right as Tabitha waddled into the room, pulling back the curtain of shells, beads and sea glass so that the former warrior may enter. The dark, bark-colored walls wrapped around this circular room, and it surely had been a spacious room at one point, but with piles upon disorganized piles of empty food containers, boxes and jars filled with miscellaneous items, keepsakes and mementos collected from around the world, a few old sheets and clothes, and a skeleton taking up said space, it felt just a tiny bit on the cramped side of things. For a big girl like Tabitha, it was a poor setting to be stuck in. Gaea was slouched in a chair constructed from the interweaving stems of several enormous sunflowers. She seemed only half-awake, lazily munching on handfuls of roasted seeds and nuts while staring straight ahead at nothing. Maybe she was in some sort of trance, or she was simply feeling gloomy. When Wu announced Tabitha's presence, Gaea su
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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