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The Black Widow
The Black WidowShe smiles,
Lovelorn DeathHe who loves must bear the pain
I’m Still Here
I'm Still HereEven after everything, I realize that
Time and Tide
Time and Tidewhat good is a day, with no hasty breeze?
The StretcherToday a boy sees a green-eyed girl for the first time
.thoughts.of.guilt."Hi".thoughts.of.guilt. by Lily-lala-land
Has anyone else ever noticed,
it's all a circle?
"How've you been?"
"How's your family taking her . Passing on?"
"We're gonna be okay."
It's all the same.
The same questions, the same people, the same looks.
The way they only care, only notice when there's gossip surrounding it like flies surrounding a carcass? In return they crawl in it like maggots until it's old and rotten enough, that they fly away.
"Guys, sit down! The teacher's coming!"
They always talk about the same things, boys, girls, sex, make up, hair, sometimes they change it up, llamas, dinosaurs, different meanings of the term 'rawr'. It's all a circle anyway, has anyone else ever noticed that?
"I hope you all brought your English books! Oh my, long time no see, how . How uh are you taking it?"
"Well, that's good."
It's good when you're left alone when you want to be. Too bad you can't just put up a sign or write it on your forehead 'hey I understand you want something to t
Summer in White: Alexei FanficSummer in White: Alexei Fanfic by Foxsnout45
April 7, 1917
The garden is really quite lovely this time of summer, but seeing is not the only way to master it, one must feel it. This garden is where I escape to in the midst of troubling stress. I layed with my out stretched arms grasping for warm, sunlit air. My long, golden locks were gleaming in the sun, sparkling like a river of copper and gold. My fair skin complemented my whole look, along with my naturally pink cheeks. I was beautiful, but to my more loved and famous sisters, Sonya and Annette, I was a 'pig in a puddle'. They both had gloriously brown hair, which was in style at the time, Olive skin and dark brown, almost black eyes that were complemented by long dark eyelashes. They were very beautiful, but when they opened their mouths, they wouldn't close them. They would chat for hours, which is one of the reasons I'm enjoying my isolation. It was broken when Sonya came running into to the garden chasing our little brother Arseny (А
Every Litte Thing - PrologueEvery Litte Thing - Prologue by Foxsnout45
"Emily!",I Squawled,"Please eat,I spent all morning making-" SWAT! A heavy object make contact with my back. Mother had hit me with today's newspaper.
"Apologize to your sister,RIGHT NOW JOAN.Or you can forget about seeing that new Elvis movie."my mother snapped viciously. I turned to face her,appalled. No. You couldn't! I've been waiting to see Jailhouse Rock for a month now! Besides,what did I do wrong?!
"I'm sorry...." Emily glared at me,sitting down at the table and picking at the food I had just made.
"Good. Go get changed,You'll miss school.I didn't waste good money over you for nothing!'' Mother called after me as I made for my room. I had just been excepted to an Institute,one far from here (considering the fact I reside in Blackpool). And if I got into it,it wasn't because of my mother or her "money". I can work just as hard as she to be excepted.
My room was
Every Little Thing-Chapter oneEvery Little Thing-Chapter one by Foxsnout45
"April!" I squealed, running to a large group hiding in the bushes. Sneaking ciggies before class I'm guessing. I've only had those awful things once, and I did it to anger mother.
"Joanie!" She yelped. I hugged her and silently reminded her to call me Sugar. I'm not going to be embarassed infront of all these very "cool" looking kids. She chatted and introduced me to the surrounding people. My eyes were drawn to two boys cooly offering a rushing teacher a smoke, and being declined each time. They were very good looking and funny. I like them. My eyes drew themselves to an approaching boy, he was sneaking up behind April. A "Teddy"? No,I think thats her boyfriend.
"Ive!" April kicked and squeal in his grasp. I looked a way as they began snogging it up. I'm not it to it, but the two boys I was watching earlier were making good game out of it. They made kissing sounds, they cheered him on, and even went as far as ask
YouYou, carving fingers - plunging into arms, legs, lips.You by lady-demented
You, nocturnal city - racing thoughts, flashing memories.
You, thundering pump - flooding and choking, drowning and screaming.
You, tremoring epidermis - shaking, shivering, quaking, quivering.
Are you - afraid?
Even An Angel Can FallWhat's your name?Even An Angel Can Fall by Treo-LeGigeo
Clarizza. What a beautiful name, what does it mean?
It means, angel.
"You are an angel Clarizza, my very own angel."
That's what you used to say, before everything happened.
I remember the time before the war when we lived freely, when there was no need to lie awake at nights listening for the shrill whistle of the falling bombs, when the newspapers weren't clogged up with reports of death and destruction, and when there was no fear of persecution.
You were tall, strong, the perfect Aryan man. You had no reason to fear. Me, however, my parents were of the Romani people; I was a gypsy.
The tragic story of my imprisonment was rapidly spread around upon the announcement of the "cleansing". You told everyone that I had attempted to flee the country, only to be found and captured on the way. And crouched in my hiding place I heard it all, from your frighteningly realistic sobs to our friends' awkward sympathies.
For months I lived among the cobweb covered
Breaking Fall The morning rain fell around me, shining slightly in the light of the small sliver of sun that was beginning to peer over from the East. The movie set I was shooting on was located on a picturesque stretch of grassland, which would have appeared like a Garden if Eden of sorts if it wasn't for the plumes of dark grey city-smoke on the horizon. The cross-country train station was completely deserted. Perfect. There was no one to see me, no one to find me, no one to recognise me...Breaking Fall by Treo-LeGigeo
"Mr Parker, Mr Parker!" came the shrill cries of the paparazzi as the world famous movie star fought his way from the set back to his trailer. "Could you answer a few questions?" He ignored the onslaught and pushed his way past the hordes of fans, journalists, and magazine photographers. He didn't need this, not now. He had just received the worst phone call of his life and they wanted him to interrogate him about it? "Will you give us a quote?" He
MilagroShe lay on the narrow bed, connected to an almost frightening array of tubes, needles, and drips. Snatches of conversation flitted in and out of her awareness.Milagro by Treo-LeGigeo
" massive internal injury "
" close to death "
" no response "
" organs will fail if she does not wake soon "
She wanted to wake up. She tried so hard, but after two days of trying the small sliver of consciousness she was struggling to reach was only moving further and further away. And she was tired, so very tired.
On the fifth day she stopped fighting.
* * *
That voice. His voice.
"Evelyn, it's me, Adam."
Goodbye Adam. I'm sorry, I can't go on.
Something soft and small slipped into her hand.
"Remember the orange blossom I gave you on our wedding day? We both made promises that day. Fight this Evelyn. Wake up. Come back to me."
I can't fight anymore.
She felt something warm wrap around her fingers. Instinctively, they tightened.
"I know you can hear
The Broken Pieces of Her Sh...The Broken Pieces of Her Shattered HeartThe Broken Pieces of Her Sh... by Treo-LeGigeo
Silence Harrol sat at the loom, working her fast, slender fingers along the threads that would soon be her wedding dress. Her parents had been so excited when they told her that she was betrothed to Henry Almington, the local business personage. Of course, no one listened to her objections, that he was an arrogant drunkard who cared for nothing but money, and that he was drastically older than her, in his thirties, while she was only fifteen.
The bells tolled, "I now give you Mrs. Almington" Mrs. Almington, Mrs. Almington, Almington, Almington. The name rang in Silence's ears, the name she would have to bear like a curse for the rest of her life.
6 Years Later
Silence Almington slowly stirred the stew that would soon be dinner. It was the meal she cooked every night for her husband when he returned home to hurl abuse at her. She was nothing more than a slave. During the early days of their marriage he had treated her kindly, even s
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If I Needed Someone - 1If I Needed Someone - 1 by RipplingSharingan
It was just starting to rain as I walked outside. I shivered, breathed on my cold hands and set off at a fast pace into the street. Mentally, I cursed this weather. Back in Australia, it'd be over 90 degrees Fahrenheit on an average day, so while my body naturally prepares for the heat, it needs to prepare for the cold of the oncoming winter.
Me and my best friend Talia had decided to take the big leap and move to Liverpool, England, searching for better opportunities, even though we were barely 18. It was my idea to move here, because Talia had envisioned herself soaking up rays on a beach in Malta.
As I thought this over, my boots crunched the snow, my long bronze hair topped with a beanie which I would've worn in the dead of winter. My cheeks and nose were bright red, and I hurried to the warm corner shop; I was sent out to purchase some much-needed bread.
The windows were fogged up, indicating the warmth that lurked within. I smiled into my thick coat-
-and was completel
Things We Said Today: ProlougeThings We Said Today: Prolouge by Belislythindor
"Please don't go". His words broke the silence that had been forged between us, those words stabbed like knifes at my heart. He held me by the wrist refusing to let go, "Please stay with me". His eyes were looking deep into my own. I couldn't look away, the pain was obvious in his eyes, those eyes of his that always gave away what he was feeling. My own eyes started to burn my tears blurring my vision, "Please don't make this any harder than it needs to be". My voice cracked making me weaker all the same, even though I had told myself I would be strong and not shed any tears. The sky above our heads with its menacing clouds didn't help much either, the rain would come soon I knew it "We both knew this day would come that, I couldn't stay that I would have to leave eventually".
"I refuse to let you go!" He brought me into a tight embrace my face against his chest, I could hear his heart hammering at his chest. "I love you I love you more than I could have e
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