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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
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"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
The Fridge3:02 a.m.
I woke up slowly and groggily, in the sort of half-dreaming way that you do sometimes. There were a few disoriented moments in the dark, as my mind sorted reality from dreams, before I knew where I was. You were asleep, curled up next to me with your arm over my midriff, your hand resting on my belly underneath the sheets, making me feel safe.
My stomach gurgled urgently, and I realised that I was incredibly hungry. I looked over at the clock and saw it was 3 a.m. I usually sleep soundly, but hunger always manages to get my attention over any kind of sleep. It wasn't as if I had gone to bed hungry. The leftover serving bowl on the side cabinet formerly full of ice cream would attest to that fact; however, my belly was unconvinced and continued to complain. Nothing else to do, I suppose, but get up.
I slowly and carefully pick your hand off my belly and move it to one side, trying not to wake you. A bit futile I suppose, it's not like I can move with much stealth these
WonderlandThe woman called Alice walks alone through the hollow streets, a seed planted in her sterile heart and a rifle sleeping in her belt. Last night, she'd witnessed the popping of Pérignon, and a dazzling display of fireworks, complete with alcohol-polished emotions and hundreds of thousands of citizens pulsing rowdy fanfare. She'd netted her highest number of kills that fateful day. Blood still rests in the creases of her palms.
A streetlamp greets her brightly with its mild glow, and alerts her to a dirty and disheveled homeless man groveling for money on the other side of the street. The young couple next to him give a feeble attempt to back away, claiming they have none to spare.
"Lies," Alice whispers. She can easily see the pearls jingling from the lady's neck, and a well-crisped suit guarding the young man from the night chill. Money is more than expendable to them. And this city could do without this attractive mask of a couple. They, too, are expendable. Alice begins t
Hetalia X Reader: Perceptive
You woke up to your alarm ringing. You turn off your alarm while yawning sleepily.
Another day of work
You slowly got out of bed and begin another journey of your usual daily routine of brushing your teeth, taking a shower, eating breakfast, getting dressed for work, and so on.
You yawn while leaving your house through walking out of your front door before closing and locking it. You start walking down the pathway to your car but stop seconds later when you saw a familiar blond-haired kid riding a scooter around in front of your front yard. You frown, narrowing your eyes slightly.
Great, it’s that annoying kid again. You thought while walking towards your car, bad mood already start starting.
What’s he even doing here anyway? He’s been here every morning creating that same noise and he doesn’t even live in this neighbourhood.
After unlocking and getting in your car, you start the engine whilst eyeing the kid at the back of your c
23. Befriend Me - Jake English x Reader
It was you 17th birthday, you didn’t want to do anything with your friends this year, for one they were all busy and didn’t really have time to go. You didn’t fret though. Your parents promised you that you would get to go on a special trip, just the three of you. You arrived at the campground, the forest trees a dark shade of green, and the sky, a beautiful shade of blue, not a cloud in sight. You all set up your tents, your parents are giving you space, so the tents are spread quite far apart.
You stepped out of your finished tent and looked around, there were other families in the area as well, most with younger children than yourself. You told your parents you were going to check out the forest for a bit, they replied with their favorite line “Be Careful.” You walked slowly taking in the scenery, until you bumped into a taller looking boy.
“Ow… I’m so sorry!” You said softly.
“It’s quite alright dear.” He look
Water Runs in My Veins I break the surface and feel the waves embrace my into their icy, yet soothing arms. Once I am completely immersed, every inch of my skin tingles. My bones seem to melt to match the temperature of the water, and my movements become fluid. I deftly plunge deeper, feeling both the cold and the warmth rush past me with every stroke. The pulse of the ocean beats against my skin; it is alive. I open my eyes to take in the scene. I can't see clearly, the images are blurred. Still, I can make out soft hues of color. I reach out and feel the hard, smooth surface of a rock, resting amongst others. I feel a rigid plant, and my hand even grazes the backs of a couple of slimy fish. With each connection made by my senses, I feel a rush of adrenaline. I am truly unlimited when I'm under the sea; my fears have been washed away by the white waves.
Growing excited, I continue to venture deeper into the dark depths. Soon, I feel wisps of seaweed brush up against me, tickling
Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess and a handsome prince. The prince was a little older but the princess didn't mind. He was like a brother but very, very cute!
But the princess had an evil, mean, stinky older sister who always took the prince away from her! This made the princess very sad and angry!
She wished she was older...that way she could have the prince all to herself!! So one day she prayed to the stars and wished to be older!
"AND IT CAME TRUE!!!" Brianna screeched in her room. She stood in front of her mirror and struck a few poses. The clothes draped on her, and the heels were way too big for her feet. They were heels, bright red ones from mother's closet! Her dress of choice was the most beautiful one out of her mom's closet- a lovely blue sparkly dress which flowed outward like a mermaid dress. However, when Brianna wore it, it looked like a bag.
That's not all she had "borrowed." Her mother's jewelry always lay in the jewelry box on the dresser. It was
Vacant to Begin With"It's got to be here somewhere", the air-headed bimbo pondered aloud. After all, that necklace cost a lot of money - her ex-boyfriend's money - so there was no way she was leaving it in the damn jungle to get eaten by a wild animal.
Although it was not the trinket that would allure and seduce the senses of the hungrier jungle denizens this day - she was the only prize on their mind. Helen Flanagan, the 23 year old British 'actress', had been to the jungle before for the reality TV show 'I'm A Celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here!', and having ignored the 'luxury items' rule, had smuggled her then-favourite necklace along for the ride. One morning of bathing in the camp's lagoon later, and the sparkly accessory was lost good and proper. But now that the acting offers were drying up, and the reality TV jobs were getting more and more obscure, the dazzling beauty with the obvious lack of brain power (and good manners) was looking to up her finance in any way she could. Even if that meant heading
-Cure for Nightmares--Cure for Nightmares-
"Teacher...." Meta quietly whispered to the elder. "Teacher, could you get up?"
The tiny Puffball's voice went unheard, however. He knew his teacher was a heavy sleeper, and that trying to wake him up with a soft, quiet voice would be ineffective. He thought of yelling to wake him up, but he didn't want to wake Teacher Gordon who was resting in the other room. The little Puffball decided to jump on his bed and slightly shake his wings. He hoped his teacher would hurry and wake up.
"Stp...shking.....my..wngs...." Bate mumbled into his pillow when he felt something touch his wings. He had a good idea who it was, but he was too tired to deal with him today. The elder bucked his wings in hope that he would stop.
"Teacherrrr...." He heard the soft whines of his student. He tried to ignore it, but unfortunately, Meta wa
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
Hath No FearGiving yourself completely up to fear is kinda like falling in love: You can't pin point exactly when it started and by the time you realize that you are surrounded by that sensation it's already game over. Just like the image of the person you are in love with starts creeping out from every unexpected corner, fear never leaves your side when you give it a welcome stay. After a restless sleep, it starts beating anxiously in your heart the moment you wake up in the morning and commands all your thoughts and actions throughout the day. It is nothing short of a prison, except you are the only inmate and the warden never takes a break. Ever.
I do not exactly remember when I let fear occupy my being but I remember the exact moment when I realized I was ruled by it. It was late in the afternoon, everybody was out there 'getting busy living' and I had locked myself inside my bed half awake, not particularly finding any valid reason to get out of it. Then I was awakened from a nightmare by my
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