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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
Romania X Neko Reader
Romania X Reader
A man is walking down the street. He has strawberry blond hair with crimson eyes and pale skin. He is wearing a dark red overcoat with a white shirt and black pants underneath and black boots. He is strolling along the side walk calmly.
“Go away you filthy beast!” a voice shouts
The man turns to see another man swinging a broom at a cat. The cat has messy (fur/color) fur and fear filled (eye/color) eyes. The cat yowls when the broom hits it and it falls into the street. The man huffs and returns inside. The other man runs to the poor creature.
“Hey, are you ok” he ask petting it gently
It turns to him and meows painfully. He sees it’s a girl and also notices her leg at an odd angle.
‘It must be broken’ he thinks
He scoops her up in his arms. And walks away.
He returns home he puts her down on the couch and leaves only to return with a first aid kit.
“I don’t know much about taking care of cats but I will do my bes
Levi x Reader: After All This Time? (9) (f/n)'s eye shot open immediately, before she could react to William's lips on hers. Levi shoved him and pushed him against the wall. He had his arm on William's neck, very ready to strangle him. William, however, remained unfazed by his attack.
"Why were you kissing my wife?!" Levi shouted, adding pressure on William's neck. There was something about this man that Levi could not trust. And something that he didn't like as well. (f/n) was confused. She woke up feeling warm and soft lips and now the owner of those lips was being strangled.
"I'm going to kill you for that!" Levi shouted once more, about to strangle him to death. (A/N: LOL)
William got bored of Levi's childish threats and his not so effective strength and shoved Levi off, fixing his tie that Levi had ruined.
"Levi! What the hell are you doing in my room?" (f/n) questioned, keeping a stoic yet irritated face. She looked at William threateningly while he
An Alchemist's Experience
Proofed by: NorthboundFox
“Just a few more ingredients…..” Ozzy muttered as he bounced around his workshop. Dried herbs and plants hung from the rafters of his basement brushed against his face as he furiously swatted them aside muttering under his breath “dried baby’s breath…… dried baby’s breath…… nooo…. nope…nope… nope…. AH HA!” he exclaimed happily as he jumped off the stool beaming as he thrust the bundle triumphantly at his mate. Jenna sighed and shook her head slowly, “looks the same as all the others to me.” she said with a shrug. Ozzy’s expression drooped, “you know I could teach you to do this yourself you know right?” He walked over to a small pot hung over a Bunsen burner and dropped 3 of the flowers in. “I know, I know…” Jenna said as she padded behind him and nuzzled his neck, “but I’d
England x Reader [Oneshot] [[Commission]]
England/Arthur Kirkland x Reader
Commission for SweetDarkJen
Hetalia and it's characters © Hidekaz Himaruya
This story © RecklessAlbinoChibi
You © Yourself, or whoever you want
Her brightly coloured trainers clicked against the dirtied school floor with each step that she took. The sounds of her footsteps meshed together with the shouting voices of the many students that attended Gakuen Hetalia High as they either attempted the push past the crowds and get to class or mucked around in the halls. However, it was mostly the latter. Her footing was slow and tired, a legit sign that showed her destination. She was heading towards the most hated subject ever. Maths.
It was the last lesson of the day; both a blessing and a curse. Her [favourite colour] school bad was slung lazily over
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
(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
A Southern Story: Chelsea at the supermarketHey! How you doing, I haven’t seen you since before the reception!
Aww, that’s good to hear, glad everything’s going okay for you! Me? Oh, I’m just bracing myself for this coming football season. I got stuck in charge of the cheerleaders again, and you know how that turned out LAST year. Put all that effort into getting skinny, ah, well, you know, not quite so hugely fat, and they all looked at me doing that and went back to stuffing their faces.
I’ve already made up my mind, I’m not even going to try this year to make these girls lose any weight. It's down to them, if they want to look good, they can stop stuffing their greedy little faces. If they want to make terrible messes out of themselves, then go ahead, have that fourth plate of nachos. I’m just gonna sit back and let them do it.
We had our first meeting last week and guess who just waltzed in ten minutes late, shoving a Hershey’s bar in her face? Kaitlyn O’Leary, reme
CrystalJessica wants to be a vet when she grows up, that means a doctor for animals. My mum told me it was very difficult to be a vet because you had to go to school for a long time (which I wouldn’t mind) and that lots of people want to work with making animals better and there are only a small number of jobs for those people. I’m not sure she’s right about that because I always see dead animals on the roads on the way to Dad’s house if we don’t go the motorway way. If animals are still dying outside then I don’t think there are enough vet doctors to go around. Adults are like that sometimes though; you have to let them think that you believe them. It’s just easier not to argue.
I think Jessica would make a great vet. She has three dogs, all of different kinds. She had a greyhound called Mario, a spaniel called Lucy and a bison - no, a bichon frise called Dahlia. She’s a little white one and only has half a bark but she licks my hands when I go
Working For The Enemy (Bucky X Reader Oneshot)Working for SHIELD was always dangerous, especially when it required you to go on covert missions to assassinate your comrades. And by the order of Alexander Pierce the CEO of SHIELD, your compliance with SHIELD's orders would be put to the test. You were well aware that Pierce was secretly working and manufacturing weapons for Hydra under SHIELD's name, but you never questioned it. Director Pierce chose you to partner alongside the winter soldier, because of your combat skills. And together, you and the winter soldier would kill the strongest assets to SHIELD, agent Natasha Romanoff and Captain America. You were sent in black SUV's to the heart of Washington D.C. where your targets were located. Your targets were driving on a freeway with the Falcon (Sam Wilson), which resulted in a car chase. The Winter Soldier was determined to kill them on sight, and when you rammed into their car, he climbed on top of the car roof.
"What the hell ar
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.
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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