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StringsYou play your song well
Expertly, your fingers manipulate
The tiniest, most delicate
Strings of my heart
If you carelessly break one
Who is to know but the instrument?
Your music is my sigh
My melancholy moods
The thoughts of you
That cannot be shaken
From a tortured,
What would happen, were I
To stay your hand
And bring it to my lips?
Can I touch your strings?
Can I caress them and
Let you hear the melody they might hold?
It’s unwitting, though
This song you make
You know not that you hold the tool
You know not that you pluck the strings
And that your sure touch
Is the making and undoing of me
So, to interrupt it
With my trembling fingers
Which so long to explore your every chord
Would be to destroy the beautiful pain,
The unknowing, unwanting perfection
As you snap the string in your grasp
A StoryAlready, I am sick their affections
Bearing down on me as they do.
Can they help it?
Do they know how pathetic
Every awkward, dawdling step seems
Formed by those fleshy feet,
Guttural noises emitting from a misshapen snout.
How is it that
I, a superior being in every way
Just cannot bear a day without their stupid,
ApocalyptomaniaWe held hands as the world crashed down
Tumbling in and out of control
Strange; for once we weren't afraid
No more plans to be made
Hold me while the atmosphere
Alights all that we hold dear
So it's just you and me
Free of all the little things
Like cars and dogs and wedding rings
The ash isn't quite like snow
But baby, we still have no place to go
So let it
A Lack of SentimentalityYou gave me bitter almonds
Plain like winter leaves
And told me that you love me
Yet I clearly asked for berries
Red as desire and chocolate kissed
From where did the idea come
To bring the jar of honey
A sweetened, cheapened sentiment
Compared to the gold ring I eyed
Last Sunday when we walked the town
So take your foolish, childish gifts
And find another lover
And I shall spend St. Val's day
Dreaming of sweets and shiny, romantic things
Alone as I always do
the lost spirits
look in our windows.
Thousands of perfect
frozen like stone
on the people
with their life
Canada X Reader Maple Cookies Prize
Canada X Reader Maple Cookies
Mattie or Matthew turned to see a girl with (hair/length) (hair/color) hair and (eye/color) eye running toward him. He waited for her to get to him and catch her breath. When she did she smiled at him.
“I did it” she says holding up a paper
“Did what (Name)?” he asks
“I signed up for the food fair and got the country I wanted” (Name) answers
“Cool, which country did you chose?” he asks curiously
“Canada” she says simply
Matthews’s cheeks turn pink.
“What are you going to make?” he asks
“I have a bunch of maple flavored recipes I’m going to make and I have already started the info poster”
“I can help you if you want”
“No thanks, I want it to be a surprise”
(Name) winks at him the strolls away. After that Matthew barely saw (Name). She would wave at him, they would talk for a bit then she would leave and whenever he as
Scooby Doo and Shaggy VS Animatronics: Battle
The Mystery Machine was driving down a bleak road in the middle of the forest. Shaggy and Scooby had to do all of the Mystery Solving, since the rest of the gang was on a vacation. They were looking for a rest stop, or, at least, a place to eat. Scooby had eaten all of their food for the trip.
"Jeez, Scoob, why do I have a feeling this might be more difficult without Fred, Daphine, and Velma?"
"Raggy, look, a sign!"
The sign spoke of an exit, about half a mile away. Shaggy stopped for a minute and examined the sign.
"On exit five, turn left, and you will find a small town, home of Freddy Fazbear's pizzerea. This famed Pizza restaurant makes some of the best Pizza 'round. Though make sure to leave by closing, as the restaurant is not responsible for any dismemberment and mutilation."
Scooby ran up to the window closest to Shaggy.
"Rid you say Pizza?"
"Yeah, Scoob! Let's go there, and besides, I wasn't paying attention at that last part anyways!"
Shaggy leapt into the front seat, and sta
ShipsDo you know why its a bad idea for ships to travel side by side over the sea?
They sat side by side, husband and wife, not touching. She sat perched on the edge of the sofa, as though she was scared to come into contact with anything solid. He, on the other hand, lay so far back that he was almost flat, as though hoped that the cushions would swallow him. He was wrapped in a blanket (he was always cold these days) whereas she just looked cold. Not as if she was cold, but as if she radiated it, as though it was some sort of negative heat. Neither of them looked at each other. They both acted as though the TV was their entire world.
The motion of the waves acts on the outer edge of each of the two ships.
"Do you still love me?" she said suddenly. He didn't reply. This wasn't particularly surprising, as she had been dead for a year now. She sighed, and he wriggled deeper under his blanket.
But the really interesting part is that each of the ships acts as a natural shield
Wizards in Training (TG) (Request)(WARNING: This story contains descriptions of a man turning into a woman. If this puts you off, feel free to pass this up.)
The Pogona Institution for the Magically Inclined; call it your real-world Hogwarts equivalent if you will. This was a prestigious college, located in far off in the Canadian wilderness, surrounded by lush forests and mirror-like lakes, beyond which the snow-covered mountains rise to dominate the skyline. The college itself was not unlike your modern campus grounds, only it featured more of an elegant decor than most other public educational establishments. Despite the absolutely beautiful view, this school was particularly private, and only those who prove themselves to be truly capable of wielding arcane forces are allowed to enter. This process is full of all sorts of challenges and troubles, but some people manage to make it in by the skin of their neck. Two such people are new students Aaron and Bennett, who had just enrolled a week ago.
America x reader: late night grocery shoppingI do not own hetalia or you~
15 years old, you are England's child
I felt my arm being shaken. "Hey...hey (name)...wake up!" I heard an American voice whisper. I opened my eyes slightly. "Alfie what time is it...and how did you get into England's house?" I groaned. "I picked the lock...come with me to the grocery store!" He said. I leaned up. "Okay...why?" I asked lazily throwing my feet over the bedside. "Because I ran out of coke and I need more but I don't wanna go alone." He said. I nodded as I tugged on a hoodie and held my arms up. "Carry me." I said. Alfred laughed and let me hop onto his back. I laid my head on his shoulder and watched everything move by me. Soon we got to the car and he put me in the passenger seat.
We drove quickly to the grocery store, however I didn't get to be carried because an angry woman yelled at us when we walked in with me on his back. So Alfred got a cart and let me sit in it. "Dang...someone needs a happy meal." Alfred said in a snappy t
Rentals"And that's how I ended up on this shelf!" I made sure to say with a smile on my face. The man across from me just tilted his head in confusion. "Is something still wrong? I thought I did a pretty good job at explaining why my head is here."
"Yeah, but..." he said while crossing his arms. He seemed to be at a loss for words. "Okay, I get that you're only being rented out and not actually for sale. But why are you actually.. ya know.. on?"
"What?" It took me a second to realize what he meant. But I got it. "Oh! Well that's easy. Since I volunteered for this, I'm left on so I can let people know why my head isn't for sale. I uh, hold on." I needed to blow my hair out of my face, since my hands were else where in the store. I wasn't getting much done, but thankfully the customer brushed my black hair behind my ear and out of my hair. "Thank you! Now where was I? Oh right. Normally there are a lot more rental heads out on display, but we are near closing time and I seem to be the last one
Barefoot Benefits 6It was a pleasantly hot summer day. Sally was in her backyard role-playing with her pokémon while Amanda and Brenda watched from foldable chairs.
“The brave heroes had finally made it to the giantess’s lair. As they rushed forward, the loud thuds of the giantess’ footsteps could be heard and grew louder and louder. The heroes skidded to a halt as the giantess walked forward into sight, eyeing them angrily with her club gripped tightly and her pet sitting upon her shoulders,” narrated Sally as she, Growlithe, and Lillipup each played their parts and Treecko rode on Sally’s shoulders.
“Growlithe growl, growlithe!” shouted Growlithe.
“Pup!” shouted Lillipup.
“Never! Your princess shall be my slave for eternity! Begone or be crushed!” said Sally.
“Treecko tree!” said Treecko with a nod.
Growlithe and Lillipup replied by growling angrily and standing ready to fight.
“So be it!” shouted Sally befor
America x Suicidal!Abused!ReaderYou dropped your plate of (lunch). You couldn't move your hands. Your couldn't even feel your hands! You stared at your lunch on the floor. That was the last (lunch) you have left. You couldn't afford any food as your parents never gave you any money. The only thing they gave you was beatings, canings and scars. Deep scars. Scars that could hurt your heart. They didn't care. Your teacher didn't care. Your 'friends' didn't care. Nobody asked what happened. Nobody cared.
After you regained your sense of touch, you wiped your tears away. You were starving and you couldn't take it anymore. You grabbed the broken piece of glass and scratched your wrist with it. Blood. Your wrist is bleeding. You're alive. Starving. You stood up, walking away, not even bothering to clean up the mess you made. You walked to the rooftop. Looking down at the bottom floor from above. This was it. You couldn't stand it anymore, the abuse, the starvation, the ignorance.
What you didn't notice when you were walking
Full Danging drops glaimed me, grabbed at my hair with igy fingers until I gould go no more. Winded, weary, I fell to the earth with a gry. The mud sugked and smagked, a stigky embrage that held me to it even as I struggled to free a leg, a hand, a limb that hadn't so gallously abandoned the form it onge galled master. It was fear, then, that found me. Madness, too. Gan the best of us glaim to be free of weakness? Gan the best of us resist the urge to gry when we've disgovered the endmost limits of our resolve?
Exhaustion threatened to drag me, heavy, into the very bosom of the Earth. I finally gave up the fight for good. The darkness reaghed for me and I welgomed it, too tired to gontinue with this farge.
"Damn you, Ghinese food." I gursed softly as I sank slowly into the abyss.
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