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(Lemon)Only you ScotlandXReader part 1When I left. I never thought that I would find myself thinking about Allistor.
We hated each other. To a point where even we would send each other insulting letters. Though we both never put return a return address, we both knew well who sent it. This continued from highschool until today.
I finally recieved a letter of my approval to go abroad. It was a dream come true,but now...I was beginning to wonder if it was worth it? I was lonely, I mean I was in a different country!
I knew that I would be missing a lot of people, but I never thought, for once in my life that the person I would miss most would be the heartbreaking-casanova-hot tempered bastard, Allistor. Out of all people in the world. It HAD to be him.
I suppose thats why I kept all the letters Allistor had sent me. I took out the first
letter he had ever sent me.
-To the mingin who insulted me
Hello (name),guess who? I got you a special gift that will let ya know how I feel about ya.
This is for last night for bein
When Laughter Dies Ch4Ring-a-round the Rosie....
The sound of a little girl, singing in a whispered tone. Many voices flooded your mind at once, everything was in a blur. All you saw was faded figures, color blending into human-shapes. You stumbled, the last thing you saw was a monochrome picture of you and...and...damn it! Who was that other guy? Your brain was scattered, you felt someone tap your shoulder...a little girl,"Are you lost?'' she asked. You stared, soon everything started to come in one piece, before you could answer, she giggled.
"Heh....ha...HAHAHAHAHA" you begun to back away, her eyes begun to melt into a blackish fluid, her teeth fell along with it. Her voice became distorted,"I...KNoW...whO..yOU..ArE..(NaME)...HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA...."
You felt like everything was being corrupted, your moind went blank,"WhY...dID....YoU...FoRGet...uS...?" A voice screeched, almost like a crow's call. A sof
When Laughter Dies: Chapter 3"Welcome home." It was the only thing you heard before falling to the floor. You heard your own voice echo in your ears...Damnit.... Meeting with darkness once again, you felt...cold. You glance around, your body was completely still. "W-what? Not this shit again." you mutter to yourself,"I'm tired of playing these weird games for today!" A cold breeze hit your back. "Aw, you don't want to play any games? I remember how you always begged me to play games with you when you were smaller. It was a long time since I played with you~." it spoke softly in your ear, it gave you chills. What or who was this guy? From what you can tell from the pointers he's been giving you, it wanted you. This made you blush a bit.
"Mmm~ I can feel your heat even from this distance.~" it said breaking into your thoughts. This made you even blush even more, how can you think when he keeps breaking into your thoughts!? "You don't. You only react, for my pleasure." "What?"
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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