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Freeze Frame"Freeze Frame"

Once when I was walking I saw the most beautiful sight
A moonlit city all covered in white
The glow of orange streetlights which reflected above
Made me halt and ponder the ones that I love
Even above the city lights the stars did shine
A picture perfect moment suspended in time
I took more steps and left footprints in snow
Delicate powder controlled by wind's blow
But when I stopped I saw the funniest thing
A shadow beside me was starting to sing
The voice was raspy yet sounded so sweet
The most pleasant pitch carrying such a beat
And to my ears this sound was such a treat
That I could not resist the urge to gre

100 Themes Part 2- Breaking Point- FrancexReader"Where the hell have you been?!" You cried as soon as your boyfriend, Francis, stepped into your house. He looked at you, his eyes narrowing as this wasn't the welcome home he was hoping for.
"Look, you are freaking over nothing." You French boyfriend stated, slumping his shoulders as he locked the door. "I was merely caught in traffic." You crossed your arms, scowling at the man you call your lover.
"Oh really? Because if I remeber correctly, your car is in the shop Mr. Slick Dick!" You cried. Francis tensed, knowing he was caught.
"Ehe...oh...yes of course it is. Silly me. I was meaning to say that-" Francis got side-tracked.
"Say t

Cuba x Reader -Cuban men, Hawaiian Outifts Nothing. Your mind was empty. Blank, just like the sheet of paper before you.

This was entirely too frustrating, but then again, writer's block always is.

You tapped your pen against the white paper absentmindedly, as if tapping the white spaces in between the blue lines would make words magically appear on it.

Writer's block sucks, you thought to yourself with an audible sigh escaping your mouth to fill the silence of your office.

There was a ghost of an idea floating around in your mind, but putting the broken pieces together to create a whole image was proving harder than you thought. It was like gluing the ripped shre

Athazagoraphobia. Reader x Lavi

He couldn't let her go.

He had to curl his fingers around her, dig his heels into the dirt and stay by her side for as long as he could. Ramming her into her mattress late at night, biting her flesh, giving her bruises; they were just ways of etching himself into her brain, so she wouldn't erase him from her thoughts.

He wanted that spot beside her on her mattress. He wanted to be the only man, or even woman, that would treat her like the fucking Princess he thought her out to be. The way her name rolled off his tongue, the texture of his skin brushing hers, the shade of [e/c] that looked him right through his anatomy, her soft hair and tha

Halloween Party"Halloween Party"

I'll never forget her scream; the most delicious noise to my ears
The events still seem clear; the ones from Halloween last year

It was the thirty first of October; I was at a feast
Sort of like a masquerade for summoning deceased

We traveled in the woods by an old cabin place
Away from our neighborhood where we would leave not a trace

It was always tradition to bring someone new
And since I was in charge; I chose the quietest girl from school

You know her kind; the very gullible one
Who will do anything to impress and have fun

That girl who is shy, but wants to break loose
She hides thoughts inside and is easily

Backbone. Denmark x Reader x Norway

She kissed those soft, gentle and smiling lips with a grin - their noses bump together and they laugh then lean in for another sweet puckered smooch. Blue eyes practically glistened under the sun as they gazed at her with so much love, it was almost embarrassing for any on-lookers to catch them in their peculiar mating ritual. She would tuck a couple of nervous strands of [h/c] and drop her gaze as she swayed in the tiniest.

He found it cute when she'd get flustered around him and that would just make him want to kiss her again.

Blonde and the epitome of everything Lukas wished he could be to her - funny, relaxed, a strong chin, and manly f

Stitch These Wounds. Reader x Prussia

Vermillion eyes pried open to the morning light behind dusty blinds; he raises his hand to block the sun from those very eyes. His mind was still hazy from alcohol he had consumed the previous night, he had been drunk many times, but this hang-over was more benign to him than he had anticipated. He remembered everything.

The heated kisses, the bruising touches, the gruff words of sweet nothings that were exchanged – he remembered it all, and with whom he had done these acts with.

A woman, bare-skinned and her back to the ivory-haired man lay asleep beside him; familiar [h/c] tresses piled on his pillow. Her back was littered with red; those

PrussiaxReader - Treason Part 2The bitter cold seeped through the wool of his coat as he pushed open the gate to the shabby little cemetery. It squealed on rusty, half-frozen hinges, but gave way as he shouldered it aside. The bells and sculpted angels from an earlier era were blanketed with snow, the gravestones and the path totally obscured from view, but Gilbert hardly needed to see it to walk the cracked paving stones. He wound his way past the plots and half-sunken mausoleums to the furthest corner of the graveyard, where a sparse wood bordered the iron curlicues of the fence. He counted the trees outside the fence out of habit, his boots stopping him in front of

Cheer-Up Charm. Reader x Spain

Tucking a strand of long, [h/c] locks behind her flushed ear and closed her eyes, taking in the relaxing smell of rain and dirt. [Name] sat herself down on the damp pieces of bark and begun to paw at the ground with the toe of her boot, digging a shallow hole in the ground. Her best friend, Antonio, took an empty spot next to her and sat down, breathing out a long sigh before smiling a bit.

"Aren't you glad I brought you here? This kind of atmosphere helps you think, hm?"

[Name] laughed a bit at this and kept her [e/c] gaze on the ground.

Her boyfriend recently broke up with her and now she was more than just a little bit depressed. She gu

11. MemoryStop.
Rewind.
Construct.
Play.
"I wish you were never born!"
Pause.
No.
Too angry.
Rewind.
Construct.
Play.
" You might want to sit down before I tell you this"
Pause.
NO!
Hurts.
Fast forward.
Construct.
Play.
" Cíara… I love you"
Pause.
Butterflies.
Rewind.
Construct.
Play.
"T I double GR ER. That's how you spell Tigger".
Pause.
Childhood fondness.
Fast Forward.
Construct.
Play.
"Do you really need to eat that?"
Pause.
Curiosity.
Resume.
"You're fat enough as it is, you don't really need lunch"
Pause.
Low self esteem.
Rewind.
Construct.
Play.
"The ear is made up of three sections…"
Pa

White RoomThis girl I see in the mirror
She is not me
I am not her
This white room I do not know
It is not home
I was never there
Out the window there is noise
Calls of life
But they're all dead
I stand alone and think I'm sane
But it's not true
I've lost my head

Stormwalker

Stormwalker

Tread harshly on my nightmares

Make my fears all disappear

Hold me close, my rainstopper

So I won't be alone...anymore
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A night like tonight
It'll be alright
To cry

Tears seem to fly
Within glistening light
So fine

Relieve thy tired heart
Put thy pain in my arms
Allow those woes to depart

The strong are the weak ones / Once the damage is finally done
Crack and shatter my soul / My protected tears are no more
Don't let my sympathy be wasted / My morals won't become faded

I'm leaving my heart open / Don't let yourself worsen
I will always care / I will always be here
This is what I will always be / The vanquisher of your ag

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Baby Don't Cryby =Shadowsoflosthope

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Urban & Spoken Word

©2013 =Shadowsoflosthope

I DID NOT MAKE THE PHOTO. If you want to fav the photo got to ~photoImpact . I decided to make my first poem of 2013 a lullaby with my own cruel twist. Hope everyone enjoys

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~Lilithmae1231 Jan 7, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I'm not sure saying I liked it is really appropriate given the context. But I loved the writing even if the words themselves brought tears to my eyes.

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~angrboda555 Jan 5, 2013

this is so sad! it left me with a weird feeling... but I really like it ^^

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=Shadowsoflosthope Jan 5, 2013

Glad you liked it, it was a bit of a dud but i was proud of it

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~angrboda555 Jan 7, 2013

you should be proud it's really very good ^^

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Mood: Speechless

*macaroniman3 Jan 4, 2013

That's... woah. Just woah.

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Mood: Sadness

~draigthedm Jan 4, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

that is so sad. well written but sad

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~itshappybunny1234 Jan 3, 2013

[Touching. It sounds like someone's father has been abusive.

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Mood: Wow!

~LuthienneTinuvielle Jan 2, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

wow

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~Vyktiir Jan 2, 2013

That was amazing. Sad and tragic but amazing.

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~tommerch Jan 2, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Very, very haunting.

Thos. Merchant

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