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This Is How It GoesThis is how you broke my heart and killed me
"It's over. Everything is over." A small sigh. "We can't go on. Not anymore. Not like this. I'm sorry, but the Empire is dead. I can't support you anymore, you are free." A small whimper, all that escaped of a muffled sob. "N-No, don't. Please, you can't! D-Don't leave me!" Another sigh, deeper and heavier than before. "Please... I don't want to be alone again. Please." The younger man pleaded, desperate and scared. "I'm sorry Matthew, but I really can't afford to look after you. And besides, your people call for freedom." With that, the conversation was over; the shorter man strode off, some other, more important business to attend to.
"But I'm not my people..."
This is how we cry
A wreath lay in the mud, dirtied and forgotten. No one came to the cemetery anymore, its gates had rusted shut aeons ago, the grounds were a true urban jungle. There was movement, faint in the darkness; a figure appeared, spectre-like in t
Time To WasteYou had time to waste and I'm not sorry,
"Gentlemen, a moment, if you please." A moment of silence, as the rest of the room turned to face the young man. "I would be honoured if you joined me for dinner tomorrow evening. I am finding the catering quite substandard, and, I'm sure, you all would agree with me on that point."
"It is the only point we can all agree on" came the bored reply. "But yes, I do believe that would be quite enjoyable, I rather think I'll take you up on that offer, Matthew, my boy." He smiled broadly, a slight edge of madness buried deep within it. "Perfect" he purred, before slinking out of the conference room, already making preparations.
Such a basket case, hide the cutlery.
"Maaaatt!" Oh dear god that whiny voice was irritating, but he'd put up with it for the moment. "Matt, you promised it be just us! That's not fair, going and inviting everyone else like that!" he sighed heavily, shaking his head some, fervently wishing that things would move fa
God Save The QueenGod save the Queen
"Oh god. Oh god! Help! God, someone help me!" The shrill cries broke the silence, shattering it like flimsy glass. "Help! Oh god, help! Help me! Please!" hysterical sobs permeated the air, saturating it in salty tears. "Why do you cry for the lord? You are not Christian. You are not religious at all." The bored drawl cut through the crying like a hot knife through flesh; not butter, butter didn't require such a dangerous edge. "Why? Why pray to a god you do not believe in? Why ask for divine intervention from one you claim not to exist?" He was pacing before the sobbing man, lecturing him in a cold tone of disdain. "It is always the same. From everyone, they all think that even if they have no faith, the moment they are in distress, the lord will save them simply because they asked nicely." He sighed heavily, shaking his head some. "You are a fool." A simple statement of fact, causing his captive to freeze. "You are a pompous, arrogant fool."
We mean it, ma
The JabberwockyAnd all the time they took, talking in circles
A small sneer curled his lips. He sat, watching them, arguing over nothing. 'Fools.' The thought came unbidden into his mind, cold and venomous, like poison between his ears. True though he may have considered it, he disliked that he had to keep the thought in his mind, the one place he would least liked to have had it. It was truly irksome that he could not express his thoughts, not even in private, for fear that they may be overheard, he could not afford to lose his nice boy image just yet. 'Such irritating chatter, why do they not stop and actually try to listen to one another?' He sighed some, they would never listen, they were far too good at being self-centred.
To get them off the hook, would take miracle workers
"At last!" He sighed contentedly, a grin worming its way onto his face. "Such welcome repose! Oh sweet joy! To lose a mask of centuries! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!" He chortled in his joy. A
SleepA drink for the horror that I'm in
The large man came to slowly, groaning and blinking sleep from his eyes. "Ah! You're awake!" The cheerful voice ripped though his head, sending lances of pain deep into his mind. "Shut up." he growled, trying to look as menacing as possible, which was proving surprisingly difficult. Much to his surprise, the owner of the high spirits did not back off, nor did he dissolve into a quivering heap of apologies. Instead, he strolled forwards, smiling. "You are in no position to be telling me what to do, Komrade." There was a light laugh, followed by a slight metallic scraping noise, someone was opening a bottle of something. It was then that a most pleasant scent washed over him, Vodka. "Would you like a drink, Komrade?" But he wasn't even given a chance to reply, if he had, he definitely would have replied in the affirmative. "No? I'm not surprised, given the circumstances. I rather think you'd want to keep a clear head." A
Pleurs Enfant BayWhere were you... when everything was falling apart.
"You left me. You simply left. You dropped my hand and walked away, you abandoned me. That hurt. Do you have any idea how much that hurt?" A slight snarl, dark indigo eyes glared balefully into the middle distance. "You just let go. Oh, you promised to come back, you said you'd fight for me, you decreed you'd never let me stay with that hateful man. But you did." A deep throated growl, pacing, relentless and yet muffled. "I waited. So long I waited. It was on this beach, you remember? On this very beach, you walked away. And I waited. I stood here and I waited. Years, years I waited for you, I waited and I hoped and I knew that one day you'd come back for me." A pause, a slow grim smile stretched his face to demonic proportions. "I'm still waiting..."
Lost and insecure... you found me, you found me
"Matthieu..." A slight brittle laugh, like breaking porcelain, cold in the wind. The tall, thin young man spat distastefull
Liar LiarI'm an addict for dramatics
"You lie, so often, you lie. You always told me bad things happen to liars, you were right." A small pause, no sound from the one being addressed. "I am what happens to liars." Footsteps, retreating towards the door. "Don't move, Papa dearest, I'll be right back." The young man called over his shoulder, before the egress closed with a loud thud and he was alone in the dark. It was cold in the room, suggesting that he was locked in the boy's basement; no light penetrated the dank room, there was not even man-made light down there. The captive man swore he heard the sounds of something scuttling around in the gloom; a rat, perhaps, though it wasn't really a subject he wished to contemplate. He didn't know how long he had been left there, but, after what felt like an age, the door opened once again. "Ah, Papa, how nice of you to wait for me. You are enjoying my hospitality, yes?" He looked up, scared tears falling from cerulean orbs,
The KillWhat if I wanted to break?
A slight, manic giggle slipped past unguarded lips. "Thank you, really. Thanks." A small pause, a slight gasp of terror. "Thank you for pushing me this far. If you didn't I don't think I'd have been brave enough to take the final step." Footsteps, restlessly pacing, muffled by the thick carpet. "I wish you'd done it sooner, though. I do so like the way I am now." A slight, muffled whimper, shuffling feet, desperate to escape.
Laugh it all off in your face
"An escape attempt?" Another insane laugh. "So silly, little England. You should know that you can't escape me." He ceased his pacing momentarily, instead walking over to his captive. Stooping slightly, he placed a hand against the elder man's cheek, cupping it lightly. He brushed a thumb across the man's face wiping away a tear. "Don't cry, my dear, you know I love you really." The mad cackle one again filled the room.
What would you do?
"Oh, don't glare so. It really does nothing for y
All ApologiesWhat else should I be?
"You did this. This was your fault." It wasn't an accusation; it was merely a statement of fact. "You could have stopped this, at any point, you could have stopped this." A heavy sigh, full of resignation, fell from the young man's lips. "But you didn't, you were stupid and selfish and so very very arrogant. You didn't notice, not any of you." He was pacing restlessly, itching to take action, but forced himself to wait; patience was a virtue after all. "It's entirely your fault. You created this. You made me a monster."
"I-I'm sorr-" A bark of laughter interrupted the stuttering apology, cracking and hollow, it snapped across the senses, almost painful in its harshness. "No you aren't. You don't even know what you're apologising for." He stalked around the terrified group, a predator before his prey. "None of you should apologise. That suggests I dislike what you made me. That would be a foolish and dangerous assumption." He paused; to
A War of WordsCategory: Fanfiction
Summary: It's the 1830s. America and England have a lot of not nice things to say to each other. Historical nonsense.
Dear Pompous Ass,
I hate you.
Dear Moronic Idiot,
It's arse. And is that the best you can do, you bloody uncouth fool?
I hate you as well,
Why are you so mean? Is it because of that stick up your ass?
Not as much as I hate you,
I find your existence to be offensive. That would be why.
Don't even start that,
Two can play that game, you conceited prick.
I'll start whatever I want,
But a boorish, tobacco-spitting nation such as you can't play it well. Especially when you use my insults.
You've always been that way,
You want to bet on that? Who won that Revolution, again?
You were never able to handle it,
I'll concede to that. Perhaps you can play a little, you slavery-supporting bastard.
Why would I ever want to?
That's a low blow, yo
Alice in human sacrifice part oneThere was once curse, no, a dream that forever ruined the people of wonderland.....
This is the story of their fall.....
~APH's Alice in Human sacrifice~
America, this, America, that! why cant they see who i am...?? I am the second biggest country and am very important in many services!! I ship lumber and fresh water all over the world! They should ATLEAST notice the floating polar bear when im not seen.....
Canada looked over at the european sword that France left here when he last visited....and that was years ago. There was a red crystal in the middle of the handle. Canada thought for a minute.
I don,t really like guns....., A sick smile appeared, But i'm okay with swords!
Canada changed his normal, military jacket and put on his red one. Hey! Red was the color of blood and if it only got on his jacket, no one would know it was him. But then again, its not like they would notice him at all. He grabbed The sword and walked out the house...
The house he never stepped back in again.
Counting PetalsThe water was lapping at his feet.
He ignored the fact that it was stained pink, or that no-longer-innocent petals were falling on him. The water was lapping at his feet, and he was beginning to get cold. He should hurry home; Yao was going to be worried-
The water was lapping at his feet.
He would not think of his older brother. Brother had been bad, and wrong, and had tried to leave him all alone-
The water was lapping at his feet.
Brother wouldn't be bad anymore. Kiku had been helping him, but he was too bad to realize it. Now Yao would see that he was right, and they would be a happy family-
The water was lapping at his feet.
He missed his little brother. Yong Soo was, though a bit too loud and obnoxious, company. But then he started to act bad, and asked to leave and-
The water was lapping at his feet.
The sun was setting over the forest at the other end of the pond. In fact, if he looked up, he could see the amazing sunset, purple turning to pin
MemoriumSoldier, you're no more to fight.
Sleep softly in the ground.
Never more to tremble or quake
Beneath the awful sound
And angel songs
Within the dismal cloud.
Soldier, rest forever now,
You've made your people proud.
Soldier sent so far away,
Would not be home again.
Suffered every day
Amongst the horror and the pain
Of loss surrounding,
Fire raining down
To scorch and sear.
Soldier, slumber peacefully,
There's nothing now to fear.
To those who rule, on high, the world,
Ever commanding death.
Trampling over all the land
To feed your senseless wealth.
Ask the crimson petals
That have flourished from demise,
If your power is worth
Even the earth
In which your soldier lies.
Shall I compare thee....Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
You're like the sunburn I got at the beach.
Which stings and smarts but will not go away
Worse than mosquito bites just out of reach.
On August mornings sun gets in my eyes
I feel the same whenever you I see
Embarrassed by your childish tricks and lies
You're like the swimsuit that's too old for me.
In raging summer heat I feel quite dead
Worse still are sticky car seats that are hot
Yet when I hear those maxims that you've said
I must say they are false and foolish rot.
But while I groan to think of our first meeting
I know a summer day is short and fleeting.
April Showers"Drip, drip, drop
Little April shower
Beating a tune
As you fall all around"
"Do you know how they tortured Loki, in the days before Ragnarok? The Gods chained him to a rock and hung a snake above him, to constantly drip acid into his face." A light laugh, he considered their current position, a smile curled his lips. "The acid on the snake's fangs was the most potent in the known universe, and, after every five hundred drops; a hole would have been burned right through Loki's skull. This punishment lasted all the way 'til the end of the world. It's a shame you aren't as immortal as him, neh?"
A muffled cry, pulling at painful bonds, barbed wire biting into exposed flesh. "Ssh, ssh, it's okay, don't fight it. It's all going to be okay, don't worry. Eir will take your pain, and lift you upon high."
A brief brush of lips against a pale cheek, "Be well, my dearest Denmark, I'll visit again later."
Retreating footsteps, the slight creak of the door befor
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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