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TimeTime. It's a funny thing is't it. Tick tock. Ever changing and yet always the same. Essentially it's the same 24 hours every single day, but it always seems to go at different paces. Like during maths class you can feel every single second creeping by, ever, so slow. Tick. Tock. Tiiick. Tooooooock. But during the evenings, time blurs by as you tap away at you keyboard, promising yourself you'll start your homework soon. We don't give much thought to time. We should. Because eventually time stops. It stops for everyone. Everyone. It stopped for me. I remember it so clearly. It was a sleepy summers evening. A thursday evening to be exact. I was just another kid in the crowd, ripped skinny jeans, chains, black converse, headphones. Shy, not making eye contact, just your average kid. Playing blink 182 way too loud as I stood, leaning against the window of the bus. Just observing. Watching people getting on the bus; a young mother with an annoying kid in tow, a bunch of cocky lads and their
HiddenWarning- Unnecessary Swearing and not proof read
"Shit. Oh shit. I need to hide. Where? Fuck fuck fuck. THERE! Under the bed." Why thoughts whirl through my head at 100 miles an hour as I wriggle under the bed, trying to make as little noise as possible. I roll up into a ball, hugging my knees to my chest to make myself as small as possible. I listen out carefully, listening for any sign of him, of his footsteps and heavy breathing. I shudder but all I can hear is my own breathing, ripping through my lungs, burning my throat; and my heartbeat, pounding in my ears like a bass drum. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. I swallow, trying desperatly to control my breathing and bring it down to a reasonable level. A shiver runs down my back and I try to stay as still as possible, ignoring my dead arm. Somewhere something creaks and my heart leaps and I flinch, squeezing my eyes shut. I wait, wait to hear his footsteps, hear his low growling voice as he prowls along the hallway. But I hear
RunHer hand was in mine as we ran. My breath came out in short gasps, ripping through my lungs, burning, burning, burning... My sneakers pounded the earth in a steady rhythm.The twisted, dead, trees seemed to tangle above up, suffocating us, trapping us. I could see flashes of him in the corner of my vision as we pelted along the beaten path.The rusty, broken gate loomed on the horizon. I suddenly realised she was lagging behind. But no.... The gate... I could... Suddenly her hand broke away from mine. I hesitated and slowed to a stop.
"COME ON" I screamed glancing at the gate
She shook her head, doubled over, tears streaming down her face as she fought to catch her breath. I glanced back at the gate. Mistake. When I turned back she was choking as a thick, black tentacle wrapped around her throat. Her face was bright red, her bleeding hands pulling at the tentacle, desprately trying to pull it from her neck. I screamed, unable to move. My eyes caught hers, her beautiful, piercing green ey
England x Sister!Reader: Gay or British?
"Why do you keep staring at me?"
"Because," [First] [Last] said, stretching out the word. Eyes narrowed, she stared at Arthur Kirkland. "I see you hanging out with a bunch of. . . guys."
Arthur is a man with messy blonde hair and emerald eyes. He proclaims himself as a gentleman, but his language when he's angry goes against it. Right now he was sitting at a table at a cafe with a newspaper in hand.
[First] is the a younger sister that uses vulgar language from time to time. She was a little strange to others, for she plays some video games like Call of Duty, or Pokemon. She had [h/c] hair that was usually shiny, and [e/c] eyes that were currently scrutinized at Arthur.
Two cups laid on the white fabric of the table. Arthur had specifically ordered earl grey tea, while [First] asked for [drink]. Francis Bonnefoy was the owner of this cafe, in whic
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
Only I know the truthI watch as she smiles her whole face lighting up.
Only I know the truth.
Her laughter rings in my ears, loud and happy.
Only I know the truth.
"Things are going great!" she beams, confidence radiating from her every movement.
Only I know the truth.
Then, right before my eyes, I watch as her face crumples.Her smile fades adn I notice the cracks on her lips. Her eyes fill with tears and I notice how dull and lifeless they are. She runs her thumb under her eyes and I notice the dark rings, evidence of her sleepless nights. A single tear runs down her face, tracing her jawline and falling gently to the floor. She doesn't even attempt to wipe them away. I study her silently, watching her shoulders shudder gently with every sob, saying nothing. She looks me right in the eyes, and when she speaks, her voice is fragile, barely above a whisper:
"I can fool everyone else, why can't I fool myself?"
I let her cry, still watching, still saying nothing. I study her every move, watching her,memorisin
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