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TornadoesTornadoes rip through the empty plains,
taking away all the sorrow and blames,
there it all goes,
all my pains.
Patience is my virtue,
waiting till there's nothing in my view,
everything gone with the wind,
everything becoming new.
A new clean slate,
reflecting the wishes of my mind's state,
thank God for tornadoes,
taking away all my hate.
they rip up from the ground,
leaving just the bare foundation on a mound,
on a hill, nothing but a flat surface,
nothing left bound.
Today is a new day,
everything pushed away,
thank god for tornadoes,
I'm still here to stay.
Candy Land, Dreaming of HalloweenLiving in a candy land,
with a candy king,
dreaming candy dreams.
The licorice trees swing to and fro,
while the chocolate river flows and flows.
The aroma of sweets and treats fill the air,
little gum drops here and there.
Large stocks of peppermint stalks,
stand tall with lollipop sticks.
Being with the sweet taste of taffy,
that's all I need to be happy.
Watching the little candy king wave from his castle,
you can hear happiness and joy ring.
Across the chocolate river,
far beyond the soda pop glaciers,
the land of baked goods are hither.
What a happy world this is!
When dreams come to end,
this, I will surely miss!
But for right now, lying cozy in my bed,
I will sleep my small little head,
and dream of Halloween to come again.
the Unfortunate Life of NoelleI awoke with a start from the crashing sound of the thunder. Lately, my dreams have been nothing; just black. No meaning behind them, no substance to contain them. Tonight was no different. This time, I'm glad to have been thrust out of them with force. I couldn't go another night dreamless. Downstairs, I could hear the piano being played passionately. The thunder outside was drowning it out here and there, and the rain complementing the notes pouring out of the player's soul.
Lying in bed, the thought occurred to me, should I stay in bed or follow the sound of the music? I couldn't think about falling asleep again to stand in blackness in my dreams, and to follow the music, maybe will help ease the emptiness that not only fills my dreams, but my heart as well. Rising out from under the covers, I carefully light the candle on my bedside table and make my way out into the hall. There were multiple pianos in the home, making it harder to determine where the sound way coming from. To my r
SalvationI'm reaching up,
so far towards the stars.
They climb out of reach,
I'm losing motivation.
The ladder grew and grew with innocence,
now it wobbles,
threatening to crumble itself,
weighed down with evanescence.
Still, I reach higher and higher,
my arm out of it's socket.
Can't give up,
can't give in.
yet so far,
the harder I try,
the faster they go.
I've always wanted my own star,
why can't I have it when I try?
When I fall,
please be there to catch me.
I can't reach any longer,
please grab my star,
I need you here,
help me breathe.
Beneath the ladder breaks,
snaps, sways and fall,
crashing down on my dreams,
I'll feel everything.
Forsake me not,
I'm just a sinner.
Take my soul,
devour it amongst yourselves.
My demons can still reach me,
even from this high.
I need to reach my Salvation.
Take Me DownYou can take me around,
pull me down,
watch me drown.
A sin to atone,
my energy blown,
I can't do this all alone.
I sit back and cry.
Waiting for my turn to die.
No one to give a final good bye.
A long ways away,
in my own grave I lay,
I will not rise after today.
You can break me down,
push me around,
but you'll be the one to drown.
PhoneSometimes, I'm afraid to answer the ringing phone.
It rings, and rings, and rings.
I'm not sure who would want to contact me so desperately,
I'm sure they know I'm not interested in what they're selling.
Sometimes, I wish that the person on the other end of the line,
where ever they may be, might be someone who could help me,
take me away to a place I've never seen.
But why would any phone call be like that?
Sometimes, when the phone rings, I'm wondering who's voice I will hear,
a human voice, or an automated recording of someone's voice.
Maybe I can recognize their voice, I've probably heard them all by now,
for now, anyway.
I could come up with so many imaginary fantasies about who they are,
what they could be calling about,
how it would affect me.
But alas, none of it would be true.
No fairy tale story to the endless ringing.
Nothing special about that pre-recorded voice on the line,
just some drab and dreary purpose to only serve themselves.
The only way to cancel it out is just to
It will Rain Romano x Reader
It Will Rain
Romano x Reader
The Italian never did have much going for him, always sulking and cursing. But he did have the love his life and that was just fine for him. He couldn’t picture life without her. If she was gone, the world’s supply of pain killer wouldn’t do anything to numb what he would feel. It would take so much just to make him realize that she had left. He gave her everything that he possibly could so she wouldn’t leave, and if she ever did he would crash.
Her parents didn’t like her, he knew they didn’t. Her mother liked other guys she’d brought home to meet them, and her father didn’t ever look in his direction. He would do the same if he was them, sighing as he would watch his daughter fall in love with a undesirable. But he was willing to do whatever it took to call her his, even if he had to pick up every broken piece of glass in the world to prove it.
He never wants her to go, for as long
France x Reader: Technological War
"[F-First]? What wrong?"
"Severe damage to wings! I got a hostile behind me!"
"Scheisse! I guess Japan's mimicry failed! I'm coming!"
"N-no, too late! Sh-"
"[First]? [First]?! Do you copy?! [FIRST]!"
Atlantic Ocean, North
Technology had advanced so far. We have the ability to make an exact replica of any plane, and use it for war. We could drive motorcycles that leave behind a trail of neon lights. Cars that can drive on walls, drive underwater, fly. It's the year 2025, and countries were at war again. The reason was once planted in each of their minds, but soon was forgotten because of the exchange of hostile acts. It was the Axis ag
Knowledge is Power (request)
Terrance was your massive, self-secluded bookworm. Every and any book you've heard or read yourself, he's read it twelve times over. His thirst for fantasies, immerse worlds and, more importantly, his will to learn showed no signs of stopping.
He was at the library on a fine Tuesday afternoon, checking out a stack of freshly pressed, and new books that the library had just gotten in. He slowly made his way towards the counter as if he were holding a glassful of water, trying not to spill a drop. At last, he heaved the stack of books onto the counter top with a loud enough thud to create a bit of shock through content readers.
"Welcome back, Terrance." The librarian said with a smile, since he was a well known regular.
"Hiya, Jillian." He replied with a slight sigh.
"I see you caught wind of the new releases we'd just gotten."
"Oh, you know me!"
She chuckled, "Let me go ahead and punch in some cards for these books right quick; they're still fairly new, after a
.: Reader x John: 'Romance' :.Time: 6:37 P.M
tick, tock, tick, tock...
You name is ___ ___, and you wait in your living room lazily, dressed up with what feels like no place to go.
Your long time flush-crush, and now boyfriend, John Egbert, has finally accepted your romantic feels.
In return, he promised to give you 'romance'.
tick, tock, tick, tock...
You had no idea what that meant, but he said he'd pick you up around 7 p.m this evening.
So here you are.
tick, tock, tick, tock,
dicktick, tock ti-
You nearly jumped out of your seat.
Loud noise when everything was quiet.
Regardless, you stood up and pressed down on your clothes to attempt to remove the wrinkles you indirectly added.
Putting on a nice smile, you eagerly walked to your front door and saw John.
He was wearing his normal clothes and here you are, fancy.
You did a half deadpan as he was grinning at you.
"Hey ___! Wow, you look nice~!"
"Uh... thanks..." you sputtere
Prussia X Reader : Romeo and Cinderella
This could possibly, slightly be suggestive. Just a quick warning, my friend.
Please don't let our love turn out into a tragedy like it was for Juliet.
Take me away into your arms. It's all I ask of you.
You sat on your bed in the dark, talking on the phone to your long-time, boyfriend Gilbert. Gilbert Beilschmit. He was one of the few people you could trust in this lonely world of yours. You often felt trapped and confined no matter where you were. Unless it was in his presence; then you felt that you could fly to the moon if you chose.
I say goodnight to both my father and my mother.
I hope they'll be able to dream of one another.
I think its time for all the grown ups to go to bed.
"So, what time is it, exactly?" Gilbert asked. "My phone screen refuses to turn on for whatever reason."
You laughed. "Its midnight. Are you ready?"
You could practically hear him smirking. "Let's do this." And with that, you zipped up the jacket you had been wearing, and snuck downstairs, past your
Hot Air Balloon - Dave x Reader (TW: #possiblestronglanguage?? #dontlookatme #owlcitysenpaithanku #tomodachis #younolike #younoread #imOnAroll #imsodonewithmyself #imsorry #donthatemepls #cries #menstruation)
Hot Air Balloon: Dave x Reader
You enter your house, exhausted from work. You plop down to the couch and roll to the floor. You see something on the secret compartment of the sofa. You approach it and grab whatever that is. You don’t really remember putting anything on it. You never used it.
Getting that certain object, it turns out to be an album. Curious, you open it.
“. . . !” You remember these photos perfectly. It was you and Dave in Hot Air Balloon. Only constructed by you two. Although you didn’t take the pictures, Dave took them. How did it get here, though? You don’t remember putting it here, nor Dave ever giving them to you.
“BRO, NO! I don’t want to leave!” Dave shouted at Bro, refusing to move to Texas.
Mallory the MouthA young woman walked along by herself on the beach of a small, tropical island. She had just awoken and was leaving a large ship behind her. It had been quite a trip, and she had lost her only companion, and yet not a sad thought raced through her mind…
Quite definitely alone on the sunny beach, she happily glugged at a large jug of rum and smacked her exposed stomach as it filled with the drink. Even before she had taken her first sip that day, her girth was round and large. She herself was a bit plump, but her belly seemed particularly bloated.
It was quite clear that she had been wearing these same clothes for a while; outside of the colours fading, her brown pants were split down the side, and her belly spilled out completely under her red and white shirt. Even her generous breasts seemed like they were wiggling for freedom from the tight top; she’d obviously put these on at a time when she was a tad thinner. Even the bandana holding her dirty blonde hair in place had f
ScotlandXchubby!reader: Will ye be my bonnie lass?ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS -3- except you...you belong to me...jk..jk... XD
I sat in a board trance listening to my geometry teacher blab on about triangles or something. I suddenly felt my butt buzz and I pulled my phone out to see that my Prussian friend texted me. "Come out by the boys locker room." It said
"Dude, that's all the way across campus, and the chub on my stomach proves I'm not a walker."
"I promise...you'll want to see this."
"I'll kill you if I don't like it."
"You will! Trust me!!"
"Alright, I'll be right there."
I put my phone away and raised my hand. "Excuse me sir...I feel like I'm going to throw up may I please go to the nurses office?" My teacher just nodded and I grabbed my bad and left.
"On my way." I texted Gilbert.
I'm a freshman at Gauken academy. My three best friends where Gilbert, Antonio and Francis, though they where all seniors. They've been my best friends ever since I was put in one of their science classes by mistake an
Beatlemania (England x reader)Beatlemania
England x reader
"I can't believe they don't know who The Beatles are! and the only one who did know the band I was talking about had the nerve to call it their parents music. Wankers!" Arthur mumbles angrily to himself as he hurries down the hall to his locker. He had just finished his last class for the day, English. In that class they were told to bring in a song of their choice so they could do a literature analysis on it. Arthur himself chose his favorite Beatles song and typed up the lyrics and brought it in with him for the assignment only to find out that not many others brought in something for the class and barely anyone even knew who the Beatles were.
"And someone brought in a 'dubstep' song or whatever, how the hell are you suppose to make a literary analysis of that?! Theres no words in it!!" he grumbles to himself as he tosses his books in his bag. He sighs.
'I thought being a transfer student here would at least be somewhat entertai
The Brass RoomThere is a world beyond my reality, and into my dreams.
A magical place that isn't so special.
A room that doesn't exist, here it does. Only in my dreams.
Every time I visit this place, it's so hidden, and I don't think I should knock.
It's a tight squeeze in, but wary, things are not stacked properly, yet the never wobble, they never fall.
A room of brass where the bathroom should be.
Along the walls, overflowing shelves of lamps, cups, and containers litter the room neatly. I never touch anything, and I never know the purpose of this place.
It's a nice place, how bright but dull, a place I like to explore.
I hate to leave, but what lies beyond the imagination is left to the imagination.
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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