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Silent but Awesome--Prussia x Mute!Male!Reader-PT2
Previously: ' "You know,you're going to have to take care of him. You conquer,you raise." He pointed out,his eye brow twitching. The albino stood and stared at the sobbing mess on the couch,one thought running through his mind repeatedly.
This was going to be un-awesome.'
It had been silent for over 5 minutes which,with Prussia,was a new record. Germany stared worriedly at his older brother who seemed to just stand and stare,poker faced. He didn't know what to do first;Snap his brother out of his trance or stop the poor crying,frightened capital. Yes,Vienna is still sobbing and wreathing on the couch. Clearing his throat,Germany attempted to get their attention.
"Bruder...you should probably,oh I don't know...comfort the poor guy?!" Prussia nodded reluctantly,and sat down on the couch. Vienna jumped,casting a glance at the albino,who in return just smiled.
"I'm the AWESOME Pru-" Prussia st
Don't Look Under the BedThe only rule we had when we were children was to never look under the bed.
Not just any bed, but the bed of our mother. She hid something down beneath the bed that we weren't meant to see. Some great secret protected by the boogeyman, she would tell us. "If you get on your hands and knees and try to look... he'll jump out! And grab you!" After the threat was made, she pounced on either myself or my brother, laughing and tickling until we were nothing but a pile of small giggles on the floor.
We took the words seriously, however. Running into the room to awaken our parents on holidays like birthdays or Christmas, or Thanksgiving, any of them and never once did we look under the bed. Sometimes we hesitated, sometimes we thought there would be a hand reaching out to grab us if we weren't fast enough. The ruffles of the bed covered the foot of the bed, so logically as the little kids we were, jumping at the foot of the bed was safest. It's what we always did, to get onto the bed and avoid
Daddy are you proud of me?Daddy are you proud of me?
Daddy are you proud of me? The only phrase I recite as I lay here. The only question I think of, glued into my mind, as I stare into the abyssal swirls of the ceiling, in my new-found sanctum. A runaway at 18, thought of as a joke. Think about it… I have achieved high grades, some A’s, B’s and 3 D’s. That was my problem. Those D-isgraceful marks on my grade sheet, that’s what every top university really looks for. Not the A’s but the D’s. So now I know my chances for life and how I will now never make it in life. Daddy, are you proud of me? It’s a simple question really. I tried my best and messed up. So my best is a joke, my life is a joke and my education was clearly… a joke. So as I lay here, slightly delirious but seemingly clear minded, I ask myself. Daddy are you proud of me? ‘I did my best, just like my rest, but just couldn’t handle my final test’ were discarded word cluster
The Letter(you're gonna cry)Hey! I'm Alanna Elisabeth Spot. I'm going to tell you something about me. Chris' next death anniversary is gonna be soon so I've decided to tell you the whole story...
I was born in Mexico City. My parents were Miranda and Patrick Longman. They died during my college. Before forming the Spot Stars mob/band with my daughters, I used to be a solist. During the world tour I met Christian, my first love ever. He was a meerkatmunk just like me. He was born in France and spent half of his life there. We kept talking to each other, sending messages and after three years we finally got married! We moved to Botswana. I had always wanted to live into the Africa. The Kalahari Desert was dangerous, but during the rainy seasons worth living. My husband had straight, a little bit spiky, pale red fringe covering half of his face with a dark brown stripe. His eyes were dark red, even hazel. He was my only partner that had black glasses. I'm never gonna forget the day our first child was born, a daught
The Story of DevinThe Story of Devin
This side of town has always been rural. In place of large skyscrapers there were acres of farm. Some held large tracks of crops while others may hold livestock such as cows or sheep. The town may have been made up of peon farmers and moonshiners, but that doesn’t mean the people there were behind the rest of the world. The people knew of all the technology of the outside world and had some of it themselves, but the people down here prefer good ole hard work in comparison to a machine doing it for them.
A tall, lanky kid lived down there by the name of Devin. He was always a little different compared to the other kids. While the kids from the city were short, plump, and pale, Devin was tall, skinny as a pole, and tan. He was the odd ball, but he never seemed to care. He was always that smart, quiet kid in the back of the room, who seemed to have no friends.
Nobody really messed with him. He just sorta scared people just by being there. I believe he made people
The Mortal and the Immortal 4I screamed as I hugged my knees to my chest. I locked myself in the bathroom an hours ago, to hide. Taine and I had stayed away from one another. We didn't speak and when we did, we would start fighting. Today I asked Taine a name for the child.
"Why would I care? It's a burden."
"It? It?! Taine, it's a human being! At least it isn't a bastard!" I cried.
"A mistake! That's what it is!"
Tears leaked out of my eyes and I cried. "My friends were right. Mortals do disappoint you..."
By then I had run up to the bathroom to hide. I had my hands on my face, looking into the mirror that was the wall in front of me. My face was puffy, red and my eyes were swollen. I placed my right had on my stomach.
A bulge that wasn't there yesterday that had formed. I screamed out in horror.
"Sable?" Taine knocked on the door. "Are you alright?"
I shook my head.
"Sable, let me in."
I crawled to the door and unlocked it, then slid back to the corner. Taine came in, a white box in his hands.
As Long As You Need Me It was raining. Or rather, pouring. Not that she really noticed; after all, it suited her mood perfectly.
Emily sat in the ugly, overstuffed green chair by the window, her face pressed to the glass. The rain was coming down so hard she could barely see a thing; just an ugly grey blur that seemed to ripple with the torrent. And the noise... it sounded like a hundred bongo drums on the roof, an endless cacophony that made her ears ring.
Hard to believe, Emily thought, how beautiful the day had been. It was the beginning of May, and when she'd woken up that morning, the sky was sapphire-blue, the sun blindingly gold. She had walked slowly to her car, letting the sun warm her skin, and drove to school without a care in the world. Until she saw the ambulance blocking the main entrance...
With a choked sob, Emily shook the image from her mind. God, it was hard to believe it had only happened n
Ariza's TheoryMom used to tell me about my little brother. She never met him either, but she’d heard a lot about him. She showed me pictures of him and he’s real cute. What I can’t get over is his white hair. He looks a lot like Dad.
I don’t remember my dad too well to tell the truth. He disappeared when Mom died. I remember that he always called her his sweet Kee. I always thought it was lame and stupid, but most people just called my mom Kay. She had a real sweet voice.
Something I do remember about my dad is that he had a nice voice too. I always wonder what Seth sounds like and if Mara can sing because I can’t even though Mom and Dad could real well.
Mara is my dad’s wife. He never married my mom. Sometimes, though, I have these recurring dreams in which my dad loves me more than Seth and Mara. I know that it’s bad to wish for something like that, but truthfully I don’t mean it. I don’t like the dreams that much.
It is nice to believe he didn
He showed up to that God damn funeral. Not for anybody else’s sake but for his own.
He approached the casquette with a sullen countenance and gazed into a withered face. He saw those saggy jowls sulking away, those dark bags under scornful eyelids.
Muttering his final words cold as the corpse before him.
“Good riddance, you mean old son of a bitch”
He utters a tired breath and leaves the funeral home, stepping outside for a moment of solitude – and a moment of comfort. Out comes his precious flask, pouring a strong bitterness down his throat.
Just like his old man.
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