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Destiny - Chapter FourOver the next few months I started to explore my "gift" as I had taken to calling it. It was getting stronger, becoming overwhelming most of the time. I would walk into a room simply to be bombarded with other people's emotions; I didn't know which ones were mine and which ones weren't. I could control myself well enough that I never had a breakdown in front of anyone but Tempest, my little sister, but it was becoming increasingly more difficult to hide. After several weeks of being on an emotional roller coaster, she finally suggested that we work together to help me control the emotions and try to block them out.
It wasn't an easy process in the least. During this exploration I began to research. I needed to know if this was an anomaly or not, and if not, I need to know how to contain it, how to act and why I even had it.
I devoured every resource I could on the old Celtic religions, the era in which the earth and nature was worshiped; where the Mother Goddess and the Horned One rule
Love in a Hopeless Place
As I sit on my couch with my beer and my shot of whiskey in front of me, the sounds of music thumping through my speakers and my blood, I start to think about the past. It's been a year, and it's hard to believe but it has been. I wish I could take all of my memories and filter them out and play them over again to the sounds of my song, just so you could see them. See what I went through, hear what I heard.
I see them all just flashing over and over: the day we first met, the smile and the hug I was greeted with. The smell of my cigarettes and the dirty city streets as we walked to the movie theater the bitter taste of the whiskey on my tongue and the burn as it slid down my throat.
You found me in a bad time, the stress, the drinking, the drugs, the cutting even the abusive boyfriend. I had all the marks of a girl spiraling out of control. I wish I could put my memories into words just for once, to let someone else see it from my eyes: the times we drove around at 1 in
Destiny - Chapter ThreeThe fire flickered and sputtered in the fireplace. It was Thanksgiving and I was trying my hardest not to go crazy. The church had rented a hall for the meal and there were people everywhere. I still did not have a very good grip on controlling my gift and all the thoughts flowing around me were giving me a migraine. It was difficult sifting through all the thoughts swirling around. But when I was by the fire, it almost deadened the sense a little bit.
I looked up when I "heard" a thought from a person I knew well. Why hasn't he answered yet? Oh god, I hope nothing happened.... My sister was pacing nearby. She sighed and walked over to me. She sat down next to me and ran a hand through her hair.
"He's fine." I told her, without moving my gaze from the fire.
She visibly started. "W-who?"
"Jake." I responded, referring to her 'secret' boyfriend. Neither of us were technically supposed to date. She was going through some special classes at church. And I was still in high-school. Ap
Destiny - Chapter TwoMy life wasn't particularly charmed; I was a regular baby, and then an average child. My baby sister was born when I was two and I didn't understand the fuss and hubbub about her. She cried and screamed and slept and that was about it. Rather boring. In fact my cat was more interesting than she was.
My story starts with my eleventh birthday, actually the story starts long before then, but for it mainly started once I hit puberty. Up until then I had been carefree, the only distress in my world being whether or not I could get my math homework completed and still have time to play outside. It was then that the nightmares started. Oh I had always had bad dreams for as long as I could remember, only now, instead of being chased by dinosaurs and drowning in huge vats of chocolate, I was being chased by skeletons and rotten corpses, drowning in seas of blood and seeing my family and friends killed while I watched, unable to close my eyes. I dealt with these dreams by myself, even now, fifte
Destiny - Chapter OneI wasn't supposed to be alive. They called me the Miracle Child. Born more than a month before I was supposed to, I didn't even have lungs that worked. My heart? It had a hole in it. My own mother wasn't even able to hold me after I was born. As soon as I was born, the only arms I felt were those of doctors.
I never knew why I didn't die then. More than that, besides the occasional sickness that almost every child suffered, I was incredibly healthy.
For as long as I could remember, there was a painting that hung over the doorway to my room in my family's small apartment. A picture of three angels. My mother said that they reminded me of her and my older sister and my younger brother. I didn't know about all that. What I knew was that those nights that even as a young child that I couldn't sleep for whatever reason, I was able to find elusive sleep as I looked at that painting.
As a child, I had a vivid imagination. My imagination that had me writing stories in my notebook when I was su
Destiny - Prologue"She wasn't supposed to live!" came the hissed, angry voice from the shadows.
"No, she wasn't. But what is done is done. There was no reason for her death. He did what he saw fit in the time of difficulty."
"There was a reason you ignorant fool! There is always a reason. Her death was for the strength and trial of the eldest. It would have made her into a formidable opponent, changed the future of this world and theirs for good! It was ordained."
"This too was written in the stars. Her life and that of her sister has been etched in the stars since the beginning of time itself. Her life will strengthen the eldest and the destiny of the eldest will form the life and strength of the younger."
"SILENCE!" came a firm voice from the edge of the forest. "Silence, both of you. There is a reason behind everything. The destiny of these two was changed the second the child took breath. She was not supposed to but she has, and thus it has changed the future. They
kissMake a wish on a kiss and blow it to the wind
Hope it finds the one in mind and brightly shines
With the deep love with which it was given.
Fragile Memories - ProlougeIt was black as pitch that night as I lay down to sleep. The only sounds in the house were that of the heater and the steady slow beating of my heart. I lay beneath my blankets in a cozy cocoon of blissful warmth and closed my tired eyes. As I drifted off to sleep, I dreamt. Very much in the manner of Alice down the rabbit hole. A dream, but yet a vague, cloudy memory of the past within the dream. And as I fell further down the rabbit hole into Wonderland, my memory returned to me....
I opened my eyes to the world around me, a world so familiar yet so foreign to me at the same time. The trees were large and ancient, gnarled in their wisdom and the length of their memories. silken images fluttered before my eyes in the forms of gauzy butterflies and glistening spiders webs, shiny with the smallest of dew drops clinging to their delicate strands. The wind whispered playfully through the fern fronds and stirred up the leaves of the highest of the tree tops.The sun filtered quietly
It will Rain Romano x Reader
It Will Rain
Romano x Reader
The Italian never did have much going for him, always sulking and cursing. But he did have the love his life and that was just fine for him. He couldn’t picture life without her. If she was gone, the world’s supply of pain killer wouldn’t do anything to numb what he would feel. It would take so much just to make him realize that she had left. He gave her everything that he possibly could so she wouldn’t leave, and if she ever did he would crash.
Her parents didn’t like her, he knew they didn’t. Her mother liked other guys she’d brought home to meet them, and her father didn’t ever look in his direction. He would do the same if he was them, sighing as he would watch his daughter fall in love with a undesirable. But he was willing to do whatever it took to call her his, even if he had to pick up every broken piece of glass in the world to prove it.
He never wants her to go, for as long
2P!FACE x Child!Reader x Creepypasta - The Child 5
You woke up the next morning but stayed at bed, thinking of a plan to escape. Right then, you heard a knock at the door but you didn't care to answer.
"Hello?' the door opened slightly and a man peeked in.
The man wore a white mask with pitch black eyes and black feminine lips.
You were relieved that it wasn't Slenderman but you were scared of the masked man as there wasn't any weapon to protect you.
The man opened the door and stepped in, walking towards you.
"Are you... hungry?" he asked.
This time, you answered him by nodding. You were so hungry since yesterday and even refuse to talk when Slender offers you food which is a bad thing because you had to go through a night, sleepless while listening how hungry your stomach was.
"Okay, follow me." the man said and lead you to the hallway. You following from behind.
"I'm Masky. What's yours?" he asked but didn't get any responds. You were too thirsty to even talk.
Ones he brought you to the kitchen, you saw two men. The man you sho
make me proud. kageyama tobio x reader
Kageyama Tobio x Older Sister!Reader ;;
"Tobio. Can you toss for me?"
The young boy of 9 looked up to her older sister who gave him a small smile. He didn't mind giving tosses to her sister; it was fun — and it helped her practice. As far as he knew, his sister was volleyball player in her middle school and was the ace. She said she needed to work on her spikes, but he didn't understand why she needed to keep practicing it — considering that her spikes were the best. Well, in his opinion, anyway.
He shrugged his shoulders loosely. "Sure."
She grinned and went to the backyard, Tobio following in behind. And as they arrived in backyard, she turned to him, the grin still plastered on her face. "You ready?"
Tobio nodded his head and [Name] passed the ball to him and as the ball was coming towards him, he extended his arms up above his head, positioned his hands in a diamond formation, spread his feet about shoulder width apart, and as the bal
Knowledge is Power (request)
Terrance was your massive, self-secluded bookworm. Every and any book you've heard or read yourself, he's read it twelve times over. His thirst for fantasies, immerse worlds and, more importantly, his will to learn showed no signs of stopping.
He was at the library on a fine Tuesday afternoon, checking out a stack of freshly pressed, and new books that the library had just gotten in. He slowly made his way towards the counter as if he were holding a glassful of water, trying not to spill a drop. At last, he heaved the stack of books onto the counter top with a loud enough thud to create a bit of shock through content readers.
"Welcome back, Terrance." The librarian said with a smile, since he was a well known regular.
"Hiya, Jillian." He replied with a slight sigh.
"I see you caught wind of the new releases we'd just gotten."
"Oh, you know me!"
She chuckled, "Let me go ahead and punch in some cards for these books right quick; they're still fairly new, after a
2P!FACE x Child!Reader x Creepypasta - The Child 6
All the running made you tired and also you were lost. You felt like your running around in circles so you stopped running for a while.
Suddenly, someone grabbed you from behind. It was Slenderman.
"Let me go!" you bawled.
"And why?" Slenderman questioned.
"I want to go home!" you replied.
" I already told you, this is your home."
"No! I hate it here!" you whined.
"You'll like it here, I promise." Slenderman said as he walked back to the mansion.
You started crying, "No! I want my daddy!"
"How about this..." Slenderman stopped on his tracks and put you down, "Tell me five thing that you and your father like to do. Then I'll decide to bring you back to him or not."
You wiped your tears then nod.
"You may start."
"Me and daddy like to bake cupcakes everyday, we like to go out and have ice cream, we always had tea party, sometimes, we played the king and princess. And we also like to cuddle!"
Slenderman thought for a while, "Okay."
"But if he do something to
.: Reader x John: 'Romance' :.Time: 6:37 P.M
tick, tock, tick, tock...
You name is ___ ___, and you wait in your living room lazily, dressed up with what feels like no place to go.
Your long time flush-crush, and now boyfriend, John Egbert, has finally accepted your romantic feels.
In return, he promised to give you 'romance'.
tick, tock, tick, tock...
You had no idea what that meant, but he said he'd pick you up around 7 p.m this evening.
So here you are.
tick, tock, tick, tock,
dicktick, tock ti-
You nearly jumped out of your seat.
Loud noise when everything was quiet.
Regardless, you stood up and pressed down on your clothes to attempt to remove the wrinkles you indirectly added.
Putting on a nice smile, you eagerly walked to your front door and saw John.
He was wearing his normal clothes and here you are, fancy.
You did a half deadpan as he was grinning at you.
"Hey ___! Wow, you look nice~!"
"Uh... thanks..." you sputtere
birthday kiss. oikawa tooru x reader
"Good morning, [Name]-chan~!"
Oikawa gave the girl a wave, but the girl merely looked away, trying her best to ignore him at all costs. Knowing that she was avoiding his presence, Oikawa entered the classroom and grabbed a chair and scooted next to her. Really close to her. Too close for her own comfort. But did Oikawa care? No, of course not. He never cares about anything but himself.
Which is why [Name] hated him.
"Do you know what day it is~?" he asked, paying no attention at how the girl was extremely uncomfortable by the space between them. Oikawa, however, saw the tint of blush appearing on her cheeks, and that only made him want to get closer to her even more.
"Friday." [Name] simply replied, or at least, tried to.
"Nope!" he exclaimed, that sadistic smile of his still plastered on his dreadful face. The students stared at the two
lovebirdsstudents, blinking at the scene. Though, this wasn't the first time Oikawa barged into their c
Prussia X Reader : Romeo and Cinderella
This could possibly, slightly be suggestive. Just a quick warning, my friend.
Please don't let our love turn out into a tragedy like it was for Juliet.
Take me away into your arms. It's all I ask of you.
You sat on your bed in the dark, talking on the phone to your long-time, boyfriend Gilbert. Gilbert Beilschmit. He was one of the few people you could trust in this lonely world of yours. You often felt trapped and confined no matter where you were. Unless it was in his presence; then you felt that you could fly to the moon if you chose.
I say goodnight to both my father and my mother.
I hope they'll be able to dream of one another.
I think its time for all the grown ups to go to bed.
"So, what time is it, exactly?" Gilbert asked. "My phone screen refuses to turn on for whatever reason."
You laughed. "Its midnight. Are you ready?"
You could practically hear him smirking. "Let's do this." And with that, you zipped up the jacket you had been wearing, and snuck downstairs, past your
Tainted | Snk x Male!Reader [Prologue]
An eight year old boy stared up to his mother with the round innocent orbs that just about every young child had. He was short for his age, having not had a growth spurt yet and barely reached his mother's upper leg. His hair was filthy, his locks of [hair colour] stained with dirt and muddy water, after hours of playing 'Kill The Titan' with his friends. Along his bare arms, a few scratches could be seen on the surface of his skin after a few minor quarrels with the other boys, and his knee was grazed and red. The young boy was clad in the usual clothes of the Shinganshina district - little leather boots and discoloured fabric. Back to his eyes. They were a soft [eye colour], bright and innocent. What child wasn't like that at this age? He held a certain quality to him that could brighten up even the most tortured of souls, could light the way for even the most darkest ones.
Upon seeing the young boy clasp his tiny hand around the hem of her shirt, the mot
lost souls - prolougeIt was on my eleventh birthday that I first started hearing the voices. It was three days after my thirteenth birthday that I started seeing them. It was then that I knew I wasn't normal.
I could see things, hear things, sense things, feel things that no one else could. Things that no one else even knew existed. It was also then that my nightmares changed. Instead of drowning in pools of water, I was now drowning in oceans of blood. Instead of being chased by dinosaurs I was now being attacked by rotting corpses. It seemed inconspicuous enough, I doubt that anyone else suspected. The sirens I heard, the dogs barking, the people, the evil presences I felt, I chalked them up to my overactive imagination. This went on for seven years; then, three weeks after my twentieth birthday, I found out the truth...
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