maybe i’ll find home away from h o m e.
you shouldn’t be here. you should have left long ago, should have found another place to stay-- somewhere better, somewhere safe.
yet you remain. you remain despite the tense ambience that fills the suffocating air; you remain despite the dreary sky that drapes over the city.
years have passed and ergastulum still feels foreign. the back alleys are more familiar than the place you consider home-- there’s a silence there that brings unease and an emptiness that feels as if it’ll consume you at any moment. there was never any comfort there; there was never any warmth. just a fals
A Nordic Party {Reader Insert} by shaynalanibaker, literature
Literature
A Nordic Party {Reader Insert}
A Nordic Party
For the birthday girl (me)
Music
It was a pleasant day. You were sitting in a meadow, wearing a white dress. Instead of grass, the entire field was made up of flowers. You were playing with baby bunnies and ducklings. Again, it was a pleasant day.
All of the sudden, a giant bolt of lightning struck the earth, only a few meters away from you. There was a flash of white and loud laughter. Was this... God? You looked up into the sky. It wasn't God, but it was a god. Thor to be exact.
Thor began to laugh. His laughter boomed, shaking the baby animals away. Then, another flash of lightning shocked you. You blacked o
breathing marble | Spain X Reader | Part 2/2 by refinedgluttony, literature
Literature
breathing marble | Spain X Reader | Part 2/2
To err is human.
El error es humano.
But sometimes even things that aren’t human make mistakes.
Pero algunas veces cosas que no son humanas se equivocan.
Perhaps that is their charm.
Quizás eso es su encanto.
n the centuries that followed there was not even a peep from you for hundreds of years, well into the time that Spain’s wealth was led to a decline entering the 1700’s where it lost most of its possessions. Those included the little Italian country that wondered why Antonio kept a statue in his room instead of putting it in the library or in the courtyard with all the others.
He was a cute little boy,
Schonheit ist wie Schonheit es eben tut (Chapter1) by KyoKyo866, literature
Literature
Schonheit ist wie Schonheit es eben tut (Chapter1)
He should be leaving any time now.
Germany glanced up at the clock on the wall for a moment or so before looking back over to the basement door. With slight impatience, he tapped his foot quietly, though pausing as his cell phone vibrated in his hand. With a few flicks of his fingers on the touch pad, he frowned as he saw the newest text message.
::Just got done, how far along are you?::
He huffed through his nose, quickly typing that he hadn’t been able to do anything yet, but he paused, looking up as he saw the basement door open. On instinct, he walked into the kitchen to check out the commotion as Prussia went through it, grabbin
Reader’s POV
You sat silently, staring up through the newly budding leaves of the tree you sat under. How could you do it? How could you leave Alfred like that? Since you weren’t there anymore, the people of the town would target Alfred, maybe even Belle and Abel. You’d left them all to suffer the wrath of the angry group and ran away to protect yourself.
The moon’s face glared down at you, accusing you silently. The trees swayed, whispering to each other. Their words you could not understand, but you knew the meaning. The wind whispered it to you. It told you what they all said. It told you the truth. “Traitor,
Oceanic Skies [Clear x Depressed!Reader] by TheNobodyofaSOLDIER, literature
Literature
Oceanic Skies [Clear x Depressed!Reader]
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b8c_A_EeVsY&spfreload=10 Please listen while you read!)
~Yura, yuram yurameku,~
~Namino ma hi.~
He was beautiful.
But, that was not the reason why you loved him.
His eyes, pools of soft gold, often gazed into the infinity above you, marveling at its majesty yet delicate and simple beauty. They sparkled with delight as a soft breeze moved the clouds across the light of the sun, as if venturing to some unknown, celestial destination. His pale skin radiated the gentle light of the moon. In fact, it was almost as if it captured that heavenly aura as it so glowed. His smile melted every trouble locked away int
Veneziano [Ghostalia x Reader] by miistical, literature
Literature
Veneziano [Ghostalia x Reader]
Steeling your nerves, you looked to the right and on the swing next to you was a young man, forever stuck in his late teens. His eyes were closed, but his face was pointed in your direction; giving the distinct impression that he was looking at you.
Even with his eyes closed, his expression told you immediately that, like the other ghosts whom you saw frequently, he was lonely and sad.
Before saying anything, you glanced down to his clothes. They looked all kinds of old and worn, as if he was a traveler in life. He was barefoot, with nothing on but frayed trousers that were held by farmer spenders and a button-up shirt tucked into the pants