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A poem by VShe was my everything.
She was my world.
The reason I lived and Breathed.
To inhale the sweet sense of her
She smelled of the the garden.
Of outside and old books.
she taught me, many things
I was worth it.
I am me,
not everyone is perfect.
I thought she was.
She was sweet and kind.
She was beautiful.
And then I learned.
I am far from perfect.
I remember, walking home
into those doors, prepared
to see her smiling face.
And what I saw,
chilled me to the bone.
Like a flower, raising its petals
to the sun,
just after a spring storm.
Rain drops, fell down,
that sweet porcelain face.
White as the purest rose,
rain fell down,
pass rose red lips,
down, following the curve of her chin,
and dropping free,
landing with a quiet splat
on the wooden floor beneath us.
As graceful as a flower,
she turned, and sat on the chair,
facing away from me.
Like a rose, falling off the bush.
My little Rose,
sat, wilting on the petals,
and I realized,
I had caused rain t
a Look at Vallery Bents from Edvard SnipeI look at her now, tall, slim, her hair tied up to prevent it from going into her face, matured, make-up, walking arm in arm with Jason, and all I can do, is think, of all the time that has passed.
I still remember the day when John and I found her in that alley. Torn clothing, hair hanging loose, bruised and battered, only ten years old.
I remember the look on John's face, when he fell in love. Not romantic love, that was proven when he pulled her into his life as his partner and daughter.
I remember I didn't like her, her cocky attitude, how she seemed to know exactly what to say to get me mad.
And then she would fight back, until John yelled at us both.
I remember how well she got along with Stephanie, they were friends no matter the age difference.
Vallery I noticed wearing make up then.
She looked nice. But she still annoyed the hell out of me,
She managed to prove her own on Paul's farm. Fighting till near death. Showing she could help others as well, as looking after
The Scarecrow and The Artist Chapter 6She sat there for what might have been an hour.
April had moved her chair behind the professor to watch what he was doing. It had been slightly scary, especially when she had first moved, he had yelled at her.
After deciding she wasn't going to do anything, he had let her watch. Most of it had been boring, but every once and a while, there would be a small reaction with the chemicals, a color change, a small vapour, once there was an explosion of bubbles.
"You're breathing down my neck again." He snapped.
April leaned back again, only to lean forward to see what he was doing.
There was a knock on the door and they both turned. The Riddler stood in the doorway. He looked at the two of them, before clearing his throat. "The news in on."
Professor Crane placed the vials back, tiding up the small space. He took the small key to unlock the shackle and stood. April watched as he unlocked the chain, nut instead of the one around her ankle, he unlocked the one around the table leg.
Both he and
Kill Them AllKill Them All
Watch Them Burn
Fuel The Fire
Laugh With Hate
Feel The Joy
Hear Them Scream
Love Their Fear
Reject Their Hand
Kill Them All
The scarecrow and the Artist chapter 5Jonathan turned around in his seat to take a look at their captive. She was laying with her head on the desk, pencil falling out of her hand, and snoring slightly.
He sighed and pulled his mask off, and ran his fingers through his hair. It was about time she stopped crying, they didn't kidnap people, Jervis and Eddie had only kidnapped people before, Jervis had kidnapped Alice and Eddie had kidnapped Mockridge, but neither of their victims had cried or had a mental breakdown.
Jon had put up with many breakdowns, but he was always gone before they recovered. This April girl had them out of their comfort zones. Far out of their comfort zones.
After ruining his mixtures, he had decided he disliked her, but then she had managed to insult Eddie and earn sympathy from Jervis, he decided, he didn't know what to think.
He was jarred from his thoughts as the pencil fell from her hand to the floor. He bent over to pick it up, wondering what she had been doing with it. He turned back to his work
The Scarecorw and The Artist Chapter 4April opened her eyes, feeling her sinus throbbing. She blinked, wooden panels blocked her view, and she realized that she was sitting with her head on a desk.
Being calmer with out the constricting ropes, she sat up. She moved her neck, her shoulders, extended her and bent her abdomen, seeing no damage.
Then she remembered the cold around her ankle. She looked at her foot and her eyes widened at the sight of an iron shackle around her ankle.
She blinked. They had chained her to the table leg. "They chained me to the table..?" she whispered to herself. She slammed her head down on the desk's hard surface. "I'm chained to a table. I'm kidnapped, chained to a desk, locked in a room, kidnapped." She repeated. "I've been kidnapped, kidnapped by three men men, INSANE men!"
"Wrong!" A voice said behind her. She whirled around to see who had spoken.
The Riddler sitting crossed legged on the bed, his hands steepled over his cane and his head resting on them. "Insanity, is a mental di
The Scarecrow and The Artis chapter 3April groaned and opened her eyes.
Her head hurt so much that her vision was blurry. She lowered her head, the action slow and heavy as if she was moving through water
She went to move her arms to cradle her head, but something restrained her.
She blinked, bringing the room into focus. She sat facing a wall, so she craned her neck to take a look around.
The room was small and cluttered. An unmade bed sat in one of the corners of the room, while the rest of the walls were lined with desks. Some desks were bare, others stacked with paper, and others filled with lab equipment. Beakers, vials, burners containers, some with powders and chemicals, while one or two had a label stating compressed gas.
A chalkboard took up one wall and the rest had paper thumb tacked to it. Both covered in equations, diagrams, notes and scribbles that made no sense to April.
She was sitting at one of the bare desks, tied down with a rope over her arms and torso. She started panicking when she remembered the thr
TAAOJAD CH 6 Skulduggery, Sherlock, Harry and JohnFour men sat at the kitchen table playing a card game. Each one had something in common. They all were detectives. And they all wore fedoras, suits and trench-coats. Although, each one had something particular about them.
One of them, his fedora was short, sitting at a jaunty angle, with a wide brim. His suit wasn't expensive, almost as if, it was just a work suit. His trench coat, perfectly normal say for a few patches on the elbows
His name, was Detective John Bones.
Another, his fedora was tall with a short brim, pushed back on his head. His suit and coat, was old fashioned like, with small tears around the seams.
His name, was Inspector Sherlock Holmes.
The third, wore a finely tailored suit and lose trench coat, covered in mysterious stains, best quality. His fedora short but with a wide brim, pulled down over his eyes.
His name, Detective Skulduggery Pleasant.
The final man, wore a suit, that was almost blast to pieces, and full of burned holes. His pants were in-fact replaced by
The Scarecrow and The Artist Chapter 2The three men looked down at the flailing and screaming girl that the Scarecrow had just fear gassed.
Jonathan Crane looked back at his colleagues. The Riddler and The MadHatter stood behind him. Edward Nygma watched as the girl starred at nothing, green eyes filled with unseen terror. He gave a small disturbed shudder.
"This wasn't part of the plan." Jervis Tetch commented.
He looked from the girl to Jon. "What do we do with her?"
"Leave her." Edward said, grabbing Jon's upper arm. "The screaming will attract someone."
Jon shook out of Edward's grip. "No. It's only a mild dosage. It'll ware off within an hour or so. She could go the police" He looked back at the girl. "We'll kill her." He held out his hand. "Tetch, hand me your pistol."
Jervis went for the gun, but Edward stopped him. "No, that'll leave a bullet. They would track the bullet to the gun, and that's all the information The Bat needs before he'll be on our tail."
"We could always try strangulation." Jervis said, already k
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
La Campesina (Knight! Spain x Reader)
(Knight! Spain x Reader)
This is :iconprussianwolfe:’s prize for my Era contest! I hope she enjoys this! I seriously apologize on the wait but I hope the length makes up for it! Also, thanks for being a good sport!
I rolled my eyes in aggravation as they continued to make wolf noises. I was passing by my local brothel; it was full of drunk and rather haggard young men and women ranging from all social backgrounds. It was mostly full of caballero though, four of which wouldn’t shut their mouths, I was not a whore for sale!
“Hey, chica? Why don’t you make your way over to us? I’ll pay you in gold~” I turned the other cheek (no pun intended) and pull
A Lover's Quarrel (Baddie! Scotland x 'Reader')
A Lovers’ Quarrel
(Baddie! Scotland x ‘Reader’)
Warning feels up ahead along with death.
“Are you sure about this?” A lanky man took another swig of his ale before waving his younger brother off for the seventh time that night. He sighed and shook his head, he felt for Allistor, he really did but….but this was pushing it. He had to step up. “But what if she see’s you like this again? I think it’d be best if you just stayed at my place—“ Allistor held his hand up at Conner.
Allistor took another swig before speaking up, his voice low and gravely. “I know what I’m doing. Don’t butt into my relations boy.” The two red heads stared at each other for a few moments
Hetalia x young!reader: a new life(Hetalia x shy!young!reader)
I do not own hetalia or you~
15 years old
I ran...as fast as I possibly could. I felt the sharp sting of hale hitting my face but that's now what hurt. What hurt was the fear that you would be caught. "GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE ABOMINATION YOU SHOULDNT EXIST!" A manly voice bellowed behind me. I felt tears brimming my eyes as I ran down the long street.
I wasn't supposed to exist...I shouldn't be able to have this ability.
My uncle hated me but would not let me leave because of what I could do. He hit me and drank too much. I was scared to speak because he yelled at me every time I spoke which taught me never to speak. I haven't heard my own voice in 7 years...only his rough baritone voice. 'Did he leave?' I thought before I stopped. I couldn't hear anything beyond the hale and I couldn't hear anything. Suddenly a light...a screech...a scream....black.
I walked into the hospital to speak to my doctor about weight loss meds...since ev
Kickstarter Ransom"Hrrpmrpm!" A dark haired pro female soccer player grunted out as she wore a bright green and black combination soccer uniform and she was carried into safe house by two goons who had the audacity to kidnap her during a live game. Despite being on the field along with all the other teams, security and the thousands of fans they somehow made off with her which the action was witness by millions.
"And there you go." A slim short guy said as his tall partner bound the female known as Amber to a chair with rope as more bound her wrists, knees and ankles. A thick knotted white cloth kept her gagged as she was secured into the simple wooden chair. "Good job Josh, now for part two of our plan."
"I still don't know about this Nick, will this really work?" He asked over Amber's grunted struggles as Nick pulled himself up to a computer which had a kickstarter new funding page on it.
"Of course Josh, you got to stay up to date with kidnappings and ransoms and what better way to ransom a famous so
Hetalia x young!reader: a new life pt 2I do not own hetalia or you~
I sat silently in the hospital bed waiting for Alfred to finish signing the release forms. The other blonde man had said his goodbyes and went back to his home I assume. I looked out the window into the hall. Alfred was shaking hands with the nurse then came into the room. "Alright, your all set to come home. I'll help you out." He said coming and lifting me out of the bed into his arms. I felt a sharp pain in my ribs. I cringed. "Here...how about his." He set me back down then turned around and gave me a piggyback ride. It was 100 times more comfortable because I wasn't being bent at the rib area. I held on tightly around his neck and he held me tightly.
"Look...I know you don't know me. So how about I introduce myself?" I nodded. "My name is Alfred F Jones and since your going to be living with me, you should know I'm actually the the United States of America." My eyes widened, I've heard of them, the nations. "Okay, now your turn." I wanted to
Welcome to the New World of Pokemon! (1) Three hundred years after Red climbed Mt. Silver, the world of Pokemon wasn't as it had always been. Friendship and bonds between Pokemon were a thing of the past. By then, all the Pokemon in the world had been driven to extinction by the overwhelming amount of new, abusive trainers.
The extinction of Pokemon happened quickly, and the world of Pokemon was caught off by surprise. In order to cope with the absence of Pokemon, people needed to find new Pokemon to catch. With the entire world mostly numbered by abusive and insane Pokemon trainers, they found a new way to bring back the Pokemon they love.
"Oh hello there, young trainers! I am professor Maple. This television broadcast is for all you younger eyes to see! We have managed to acquire some Pokemon from the Pohem region! As long as you are under twenty years old, come stop by to have your first Pokemon! Come quick, because we have a limited number of them. Thank you for tuning in,
Hetalia x young!reader: a new life 3I do not own hetalia or you~
I groaned feeling the bright sun against my face. I opened my eyes and glared. Suddenly I realized I was tucked into my cozy bed Alfred had given to me to use for the time being. I smiled feeling the soft comforting sheets against my skin. I sat up and gave my attention back to the sun. I stood and walked to the window. I squinted looking at the sun then noticed a large cloud near by. I took a deep breath before gently blowing out watching the cloud float fast towards the sun covering it. I grinned and closed the window. I yawned and walked out into the hallway then felt intense pain in my side and arm. I looked at my cast on my arm and sighed. "Oh right... How did I not notice this right away?" I groaned and searched for Alfred's room. I found a door marked "HERO" and assumed it was him. I gently knocked before I heard some footsteps and the door was opened to reveal Alfred who had obviously just woken up. "Hey! Goodmorning~" he said happily. "H
A sudden craving
Lucy sat bolt up right in the chair, her chest heaving. She had fallen asleep in the chair.
Hicks looked at her from the other chair. "You alright?"
She breathed slower. "Yeah."
Lucy looked into the fire place at the burning wood. "Vampires." She stated.
Hicks gave her a grim look. Lucy stood and looked out the window by the front door. It was pitch black outside, making two glowing yellow orbs stand out. She let out a gasp, only to realise that it was the reflection of two lit candles in the room on the table.
Hicks walked over to her. "What's the matter?"
She looked at him. "I thought I saw something." She whispered.
Hicks looked at the window and saw what she saw. "You thought you saw him didn't you?"
Lucy looked at the floor.
Hicks wrapped his arms around her and pressed her into his chest. His sent filled her nose. Sweat, dirt, booze and the faint aroma of after shave. Unlike the smell that still haunted her. Sweat, dirt, death and blood.
Lucy closed her eyes and retu
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
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