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ControlYou took my actions
You took my words
You took everything
away from me
You took my everything
Can't you see?I'm infected
I'm just another sleaze
Can't you see?
I'm dying from the inside out
All I wanna do is shout
Hate is seeping from my pores
Can't you see?
Chapter TwoThey walked along the tracks until they reached a large, black cast-iron gate. She tried calming her nerves with a sigh but it wouldn't help any.
With one hand, he pushed open the gate. The sound of the old metal creaking broke the thick silence surrounding them as well as causing a flock of crows to flutter away from the warm roof where the last bit of sunset shined.
The pair walked through the clear path past countless numbers of waste and debris had been degrading for years. When they reached the heavy cement doors, she stopped dead in her tracks.
"It's okay," he tried, attempting to get her over her fears and worries surrounding this place.
"No, no," she shook her head, "there's something wrong, terribly wrong. I can feel it."
But in reality, her instincts had betrayed her. There wasn't anything wrong. There were no familiar black cloak-clad guards waiting behind the massive doors with weapons to seize these curious trespassers.
All was still. All was quiet.
And the old bricks call
Chapter one"I don't think I should be doing this." The wind blew slightly past the two standing on rusted train tracks cutting through a deserted town center. He'd found her earlier sitting on the curb looking as though she'd just witnessed a murder minutes before.
Maybe she had.
"Don't worry," he reassured her, "I won't let anything happen to you."
"Are you sure?" The question hung dryly in the air for a few moments. "Of course."
She signed, turning slightly towards the old, nearly dilapidated building she'd been trapped in hours before.
"Alright," she finally agreed. He looked down upon her nervous face. She bit at her bottom lip as her eyes anxiously darted around.
"But we have to hurry," she said sternly this time, walking shakily toward the mess of orange bricks that made up this ominous shape in the distance.
"We HAVE to."
blablablaMy hair's a mess
but I could care less
These sidewalks my feet bless,
as I walk past the houses filled with people at rest
to meet with my love
Above me shines the golden crest
As my heart tremors beneath my breast
This excitement burns within my chest
to meet with my love
UnreturnedEven though you say I do,
I know for sure that it's not true
Because I know I mean nothing to you
In the way you mean everything to me.
DeadI am numb.
I have no emotion.
It feels as though someone has taken a kinfe,
carved a huge hole into my chest,
and ripped out my very heart.
My real, feeling, pulsating heart..
And then they just left me there
To bleed out all my emotions
represented by flowing, scarlet liquid
in a massive puddle around me
forever unable to be put back inside me
that hole in my chest didn't remin completely empty
it is now partially filled with hate.
Hate mostly for myself
hate partially for the rest humanity
none for the world.
I am numb.
I have no other emotion.
Pretty DisasterWeighed down by fear
Feet becoming heavy bricks cememnted into the dirt
Their complex veins turning to stone
My stomach twists and turns in unruly knots
Only to split apart and tangle like cluttered webs
Churning harshly against my unstable body
Now my face is red
I'm almost completely dead
All painted up with fear
I Don't Love You"Your hair smells nice." I smiled lazily into his chest, my grip tight around his waist so he couldn't get up again. His drunken slurs swirled in my head, realizing neither of us would remember this tomorrow. I sighed as I rolled over onto his back, eyesight becoming fuzzy from the darkness of the backyard. Oh, and the alcohol. The grass was so soft. Itchy as fuck, but soft. Then suddenly footsteps were coming towards our awkward spot in the grass. When they stopped, they were soon replaced by laughter. Drunken laughter, that is. There stood the girl who supplied us with what made us this way. She collapsed beside us, basically just as intoxicated as we were. Oh and did I mention it was only the second day of spring break? Shit. i should've explained the day from the start. Forgive my clouded thoughts, my dear. Ahem, anyway.
"You guys should m-make out," Naty said, giggling at the two of us practically on top of each other in the long, green grass.
(Req) Methods of Communication (Canada x Reader)
"Ahh! Oh no!"
Pausing mid-sip of your drink, you glanced up.
Matthew Williams, probably one of the most discussed guys in your year at college, was standing a ways across from where you swear, beneath a large oak tree that had likely been planted there when the college was first built. Its great height and width stood as a testament to just how much both it and the college itself had grown since their beginning. From the distance you stood, it looked like Matthew had dropped a folding, sending a wad of papers scattered about his sneakered feet like giant, grounded butterflies. He hastily crouched, grabbing at the papers haphazardly, in a desperate attempt to stop them from being swept away by the breeze snaking its way between the buildings, but taking care not to crumple or rip the pages.
One paper, however, missed his frantic fingers and zoomed off, carried away by the air current. You glanced down, jolting slightly in surprise at the paper slapped into the leg of your jeans. Bending
AmericaxReader - Letting Go Is Never Easy
“Hey, can I talk to you?”
Right there. Definitely. That was the moment I wish I could take back.
We had just gone on our first date two days before. He treated me to a movie with extra buttery popcorn and a sugar cookie from Great American Cookie Company. It was fun, now that I look back on it. We made smart-aleck comments and tried to subdue our laughter throughout the whole movie, and we just talked in his car when we pulled into the driveway in front of my house. We talked about funny stuff we did in grade school, and his cousin was brought up at some point. And at the end of the date, I did something neither one of us expected: I kissed him.
As we were getting out of his car at my house, I leaned over and planted a light kiss on the corner of his mouth. I didn’t know if it was right, considering I had never kissed someone in my entire life. It made me a little apprehensive and shaky when I was stepping inside my house, and for a while I even reprimanded mys
Reader x Trickster!Nepeta: Egg Coloring"EY YO BITCHIE-"
"Oh my god she's still alive are you kidding me?"
Your name is ___ ___ and your... matesprit, Nepeta Leijon, Tac as you call her, is frantically pounding on your door.
"BITCHIE LEMME IN I REALLY NEED TO MAKE PLANS WITH MEW AND YOUR CUTE BUTT."
"Do we have to?" you groaned. You were literally laying on the floor of your cute little one-story apartment. Your Siamese cat, Simi, licked your nose. Simi was fond of the troll and in return, the troll was fond of Simi.
"Uh. Well not really but I'd sure as hell purrefur mew did." you heard her make a face. "And befur mew ask, no I didn't kill anyone this time. Da po-po let me furreeeeee~" the Trickster chirped.
"Fine." you simply said, wiggling over to the door and sitting up, staring at the oversized wood plank. "What's the password?"
"THERE'S A PASSWORD?!"
You stifled a laugh, merely smirking and standing up, stepping back to dodge the olive blood's attempted tackle-pounce as you opened the door. "Hello t
Levi x Reader: After All This Time? (10) It was an early morning. A girl no less than 10 woke up. She yawned in her bed, the early morning rays breaching her small window. She was very beautiful and mature for the early age of 10. But she was sick. Not the sickness which attaches itself to the body though. It was a sickness of the mind. And where sickness thrives, bad things will follow (A/N: Any fans of 'The Hobbit' reading this?'). Under that sweet, adorable exterior; was a dangerous creature.
She went down her bed, quietly as to not wake up her sleeping brother in the other room. She was going to check if her mother was home. Due to her job at the local hospital, she would come home late at times. She approached her parents' room when she heard noises. They were quite familiar to her ears by the time, but she wanted to see if the story was any different. She opened the door slightly, allowing her eyes to take in the scene before her. It was her father, Lewis in bed w
Easter Sexy - TGMy mother buttoned up my shirt, shaking her head because I kept pulling away. I hated having my shirt buttoned up, so I would always undo the buttons. Before I could undo them, my mother handed me a little green weaved basket with my name on the side. Immediately, I knew what time it was and I jumped in place. “Easter eggs, Easter eggs, Easter eggs!”
My mother laughed and my shirt into my jeans, kissing my forehead and standing up, taking my tiny hand. “Yes, it’s time for the Easter egg hunt, and this year we hid more eggs than we have ever done before. So hopefully you get lots and lots of candy.” Her comment just made me pull on her arm harder, wanting her to start moving. “Alright, calm down Jacob.”
Finally, my mother started moving out of the room and where all of my cousins were waiting. I broke away from my mom and ran to my favorite cousin, Elise. We hugged each other and started telling stories while we waited for our aunts and uncles t
The Shrine Maiden
It was a cold December night. At an old shrine by a river, drummers beat an ancient rhythm. Lanterns burned brightly, illuminating the paths between the many stalls hastily assembled around it. Children flocked from game to game, an old priest sold protective amulets, and local artists displayed their work. Schoolgirls trilled like songbirds. A young couple shared an order of takoyaki. My stomach rumbled, reminding me I hadn't eaten that day.
At the time, I was a young freeter, drifting from job to job with the seasons. My previous employer had let me go two weeks before the festival, and my savings were running low. Even the internet cafe where I usually slept would become too expensive before long. Needless to say, I hadn't stopped by the festival to sample its overpriced food and souvenirs. I had a different objective in mind.
On most nights, the shrine grounds had no cover to hide a 174-cm man with a backpack. On mos
A Southern Story: Tori's RealizationOh, hey.
Ah, nothing much, I just figured, you know. It's a nice day to do some sunbathing, better not waste it. What's up with you? How you been?
Ah, good for you, glad to see SOMEBODY'S been having a good time recently. . .
Ah, no, no, it's nothing big, I've just been having a rough time the past few months.
You probably heard by now, right? Well. . . It's true, I broke 200 pounds. That's old news, though.
You want to know about the most RECENT kick in my super-sized ass? Well. . . Eh, screw it, it's not like you won't hear it from someone else anyway.
I went to the doctor the other day, already knowing I was over 200, I'd weighed myself a few weeks before, and I was something like 202. That was bad, you know, I had a whole “OH MY GOD I BROKE 200!' thing. Elizabeth being Elizabeth, she had to mess with me, throw me a party to celebrate my being fat, but honestly, I kind of chalked it up to, I dunno, natural weight fluctuations or something, but what that doctor was tellin
America X Reader Cake or Pie
America X Reader Cake or Pie
Right now you and your boyfriend Alfred were fighting on which is better cake or pie. You two were watching a comedian and he said pie was better which led to this argument.
“Pie is better because it comes in many flavors whereas Cake its only chocolate or vanilla” you state
“There are more flavors than chocolate or vanilla and cake can be decorated with different colors and designs making it better” Alfred retorts
“Pie can be decorated too with different shapes and patterns plus the different flavors at to its beauty”
“Did you ever watch Cake Boss, did you even see the Awesome cakes they make, there is no way you can do that with pie”
“I know something I can do with pie” you say with a smirk
Alfred looks at you funny before you hit him in the face with a pie. Alfred growls and smashes a cake in your face.
Clowning Around - TGCal was on his way home from working at the haunted house, his normal route just happened to be through the neighborhood where the Ebil Witch Lady was currently staying at. He was dressed up as a killer clown, his clown clothes were bloodied and torn and the makeup on his face was done very well. On his walk home he had received compliments from all kinds of people on how well done his costume is and he would politely thank them as he made his way back to his house. As he walked he eventually ended up in front of the Ebil Witch Lady’s house and saw a sign that read ‘Free Cider: Please take a cup’. Cal was getting pretty thirsty and had forgotten to grab a bottle of water on his way out from the haunted house.
He walked up the steps, grabbed a cup and poured himself a drink. Without a second thought he quickly downed it and poured himself another cup before making his way home. As he was walking he realized his stomach wasn’t exactly agreeing with the cider and c
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