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The Battle of SeraphimSilent shadows far and near
Draw closer to hear the tale I'll tell.
Childeren far and childeren wide
listen to this, the rhyming tide.
Whispering wind, quiet down
And soaring bird lie silent and still.
Listen, my friends, for I shall tell
Of a time once lost to the heart and ear.
Long ago in the Forgotten Lands,
There lived a man with many hands
His sheep set to graze 'til their heart's last beat
He lived peacefully 'til one blast of heat
Silenced his feet.
His daughter turned on him.
Her name was Seraphim
For she was once called an angel
When she save a boy from a fire by the luck of a shingle.
But, now, gone bad like the new moon's light,
Her wings, full open, will make a fright.
Yet, there was only one and her kin
That could save the mighty Seraphim.
It was a first light that Sheron set out
With her sisters trailing behind.
Soon they came upon Old Willow's Cave,
Which Seraphim stays at light,
And they waited 'til the time was right.
That night, Seraphim walked out
Her head sliced cl
DifferentI am a doe
running like an avalanche.
You are a snake
Drowning me with your poison.
I am pure
just like the deep blue ocean.
You are coarse
just like the mountain's spine.
I am warm
like the sun's rays.
You are cold
like the night's shadow.
the wildernessThe coldness surrounds me.
Reminds me of the Death around me.
The sprites urge me to run away.
"No," I tell them,"I won't run from my fears."
"Let them run from me."
And so I stood waiting for them to find me.
And find me they did.
They started to haunt me and mock me.
But, I stood firm.
They tried to break me and take me.
Yet, I stood firm like a Lakota battling against the strong buffalo.
My fears withered away like they never existed.
Faded away from me.
Seraphim NevermoreShe is softly singing
Emptiness surrounds her
Rough sand underneath her
Around her, the black vanishes
Playing around her
High tides roll
In to the bay on the
Ever so softly
Vigilanty Justice strikes its bell
Ending the life of one more
Most of Never
Ousts itself from her body.
QuarrelEntwined in destiny, the lovers quarrel
To fall back in a love so desired, so drowned in desperation.
Ah, to be in love with such a world...
How beautiful the pain of separation.
Together they rise, together they stumble
Neither will give up; they swear on the hearth.
Corrupted echoes of forgotten pasts
Working alongside the patience of Earth.
Fall, at last, the lust-starved maiden
To an unsuspecting Olive hidden in a tree.
Her heart is his to conquer, to possess
Together, their fate unfathomably free.
WIP: JuliaShe was still as ghost-like as I remember her being. The dress she wore, which held a soft green floral print, conflicted beautifully with her pallid skin as it danced around her in the spring breeze. I hadn't seen her in years. Well, ever since I broke up with her, at least. Seeing her right now, here amongst the wildflowers that bloom only in Southside, made me remember why I was in love with her in the first place. She looked at me, eyes intent on acknowledgment, and whispered something on the breeze so soft I couldn't grasp it.
"What was that?" The question rolled off of my tongue faster than the way rain mixed with the ground.
"I said," she cooed, coming closer to me, "thank you for taking me here, George. However, if you don't mind, why are we here? I asked to be dropped off over at Harriot's."
"I thought you might like it. It's your style, after all."
She looked at me with a slight dissatisfaction. "George, if you want something from me, why not just ask?"
I hate it when you
New storyThe sky was a violent blue that dreary afternoon. Kleric High was just about to let out, releasing its prisoners to play in the cool sun. She stood on the roof, looking at the cityscape in front of her. A breath of air graced her cheek, brushing her hair aside as if to ready a kiss.
Turning her back towards the city she loved, she closed her eyes, letting the wind hold her breath and her thoughts.Time crawled on hands and knees as if pardoning her from her next action. She tiptoed back, heels over the edge, seven stories of emptiness beneath them.
The bell rang, signaling school's long awaited end. Carefully, she leaned back and fell, long hair floating around her. Faster and faster she slipped through the nothingness. She opened her arms wide...
Whistfully it flows.
A sad memory glows.
Whisper to me.
Remind me of my distant past
Rather than my future.
Hover closer to the secrets hidden from me.
Tell me the truth,
Rather than feeding me lies.
Shadow-tailed ButterflyYour tails seem to haunt me
Even in my dreams.
You cling to the walls of my head,
Like that of a flower's petals.
Your eyes seem to appear out of nowhere
And frighten me with their look.
Oh, shadow, shadow,
Just leave me to my own.
Stop haunting me with your tails
And glitter, sparkle, shine.
Just a Grilled Cheese (Sherlock x Reader Drabble)Pan- Check.
“Sherlock? Where’s the butter?”
“I used it for an experiment.”
“And you couldn’t have told me that before I went to the grocery so I could get more?”
You let out a little growl at the ceiling, “I’ll just have to ask-“
“I used all Mrs. Hudson’s as well.”
You slumped against the counter. All you had wanted was a grilled cheese. Just toasty bread and melted cheese. But of course in this household that was asking too much.
Two weeks. Two weeks you’d wanted a grilled cheese and every time you went to make one something came up. Needless to say that at this point the craving was almost unbearable.
John came into the kitchen to find you looking at your ingredients with the most dejected look on your face. You looked like a kicked puppy and it was damn near heartbreaking. He wrapped an arm around your shoulde
Stay with Me- Sherlock x ReaderThe last thing Sherlock had expected in his return was that you would welcome him with a smile and open arms, especially after how John had reacted. He’d walked up the steps to 221B and hesitantly knocked on the door, sure that he was going to get slapped or worse, but you’d pulled the door open and after the initial moment of shock gave a soft chuckle, “Welcome home, Sherlock Holmes.”
In all the time he’d known you, there had never been anything between you beyond a friendship that for some reason worked better than most and was stronger than he ever could have anticipated. It was something that had happened without him ever realizing, that friendship, but right now, sitting in his chair watching you making tea, he wished there had been more- not really for the love but to have a deeper connection, to escape from the loneliness he’d discovered in his heart.
He gave a fleeting smile at the skull still on the mantle before observing the rest of the fl
Company of Friends- Sam and Dean x ReaderWhen I die, let them judge me by my company of friends
Let them know me as the footprints that I left upon the sand
Let them laugh for all the laughter
Let them cry for laughter’s end
But when I die, let them judge me by my company of friends
The Impala rushed down the road, eager to be far away from the terrible reality. A silence settled over the car like it rarely did- no music blaring from its speakers as Dean put all his focus on the road with a death grip on the wheel and Sam looked out the passenger window with a clenched jaw. In the air that rushed by, Dean swore he heard your laugh the one filled with squealed joy and ground his teeth as he fought back the tears pressing at his eyes.
That laugh was gone and had taken with it the soft melodic giggles and the teasingly purred chuckles.
All of it was gone.
Sam suddenly let out a soft sad chuckle, the noise laced with nostalgia, and Dean responded with a low warning growl,
For The Pursuit of Happiness (Romania x Reader)
For The Pursuit of Happiness
(Romania x Reader)
Thought I’d make something to see how much I’ve come along as a writer since the day I started~! This story will be updated once a year for the next 4 years to see how far I’ve come along. But, each chapter will be at most 10,000 words to make up for the lack of updating. This will be a four-part story; I will also leave no mysterious endings….huehuehue I’m not that evil.
This is based on true events that happened to an unnamed daughter of an Earl that was scheduled to be wed within a week’s time of meeting her husband, she in return rejected him and became violent by lashing out tarnishing her families reputation. Her family sent her on a retreat to deal with her ‘womanly anger’ to release any built up tension before her marriage, these are the event
Masters of Disguise 1: 40-Love (Sherlockx Reader)Of course John had to be out on a date when he needed him. In the middle of the day too.
Though he supposed this solution was better in a way. You may not have been Sherlock's first choice but with you he didn’t have to worry about you getting flustered when people assumed you were a couple like he did with John.
You seemed smart enough and willing. Being amazed with his skills must run in the family. John had warned him that he’d have his head if he let anything happen to you- his baby sister. What an idiotic turn of phrase. You were hardly a baby.
At least you could play tennis decently enough to keep the cover he’d created from being blown. He abruptly ended the game when the couple he needed information from stepped on to the courts, moving towards the benches as he tried to come up with a way to engage in a conversation with them and tugged at the neck of his sweater vest.
What an infuriating article of clothing.
He let out a huff of
Officially Missing You (AU! Levi x Clingy! Reader)
Officially Missing You
(AU! Levi x Clingy! Reader)
I’m officially missing you.
To feel your face, to see you smile, to listen to your voice would be a dream come true. I missed you, I wanted you, to be with you like we had before but….of course that was simply a childish dream that would never come to light. I had to grow up and move on, everyone else already had but where was I? What was I doing? Still, I was obsessing over you, predicting where my life would take a turn.
I wasn’t living.
You told me to continue living even after you had gone but how was I to do that? Without you by my side…..I….I was nothing. I laid my head in my hands yet again, I let the tears roll dow
Superstitious Tendencies (Hetalia x Reader)
(Hetalia x Reader)
Congratulations :iconD00ms-day: you’ve won the part as readers best friend!
Any who, lets continue on shall we?
“If there’s a next time....listen to me.”
“Are you sure you wanna do that…?” I grumbled and sent a glare to my ever superstitious friend. “It’s already three am…you know that that means.” I sighed and covered my eyes with my palms, she was at it again.
“Kasey! There is no such thing as ghosts!” She glared at me with her sea blue eyes, which were hidden behind a pair of frames, growing more serious by the second. “Look, I’ve gone on walks at like six in the morning and nothing has ever happened to me.” She contin
Popular!America x Reader: Your Popularity [Part 6]Since that incident, these following days, Alfred has been alone. You had pity him, but the damaged he had done was still unforgivable. But you had asked yourself, why didn't you forgive him when he apologized, and asked for forgiveness. Sure you were ready to forgive him, but Arthur had made sense about Alfred's doing.
Since then, Alfred tried getting your attention in so many ways, but you just replied with a blunt, 'I don't want to', 'Get out of my sight', or 'Whatever', and just walk away. Sure, you had made a few friends when he was gone, and you had met persons like Ludwig, Feliciano, Kiku, and Yao. People who never cared of their popularity not like a certain American you once knew.
So now, here you are; walking down the school hallways, having a deep thought in your mind.
You walked towards your locker, and got some books, before shutting it, and walking away. Should I forgive him or not? You sighed, as you don't know what to do right now. Then, something or some paper j
Boy (2p! America x Reader)
(2p! America x Reader)
This was just a spark of the moment, why not? Wrote it in one sitting, sorry if it sucks. I felt my fingers begin to write on their own and before I knew it I had a whole plot and characters. Like a warm up I suppose? Music makes you do crazy things; since I listen to music whenever I write it can really change my mood so you may see it in this writing style. Think nothing of it.
Song(s)– Boy by Emma Louise https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xl6IaSvyIOk
“Can you at least pretend like you love me? I’ve tried and tried again to grab your attention!” I sighed and yelled through the phone yet again, my elegant (h/c) falling from its bun. This was the fifth fucking time thi
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