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Writing Prompt 4: Dandelion SeedDandelion seed
The old field was finally starting to come back to life. The entire plot of land was covered in bright yellow dandelions. This place holds terrible memories. Memories of war, or pain, and betrayal. But it was something that had to be done.
I can still smell the blood slicked ground, muddy from all the rain. The shouts of my men resound through my head and cannon fodder fills the air. And then, through all the gunfire and wounded men i see him. My mentor, my brother. I didn't want this to happen, i didn't want to cause him pain. But he had crossed a line, several even, and i needed him to let me go.
I needed to be free.
The world ceased to exist except for me and the Englishman in front of me, wounded and hurting, as his own brother -whom he had raised from a child- turned away from him. But i was thinking of my people, not my own emotions. It would have been selfish of me if i had.
That day was my independence day.
A day of glory and celebration.
A day of morning for oth
Writing Prompt 3: Paper AeroplanePaper Aeroplane
I tapped my slender fingers on the rim of my psychology notebook and stared out the window waiting for the moment the teacher would stop his seemingly mindless chatter. I knew I should be paying attention, writing notes, but today was just one of those days when I couldn't focus. Though that could be because of the distraction in the class with me. Her name was Amelia, and she was the prettiest girl in the whole school. She was so energetic and outgoing, the complete opposite from me. I was shy and not normally noticed. Even at a small age when the other boys were out playing soccer in the mud, I would stay at home with a good book and quietly enjoy that time by myself. Now I almost wished I had been more like the other boys. Tough and manly, that's how I would be able to impress a girl like Amelia. But instead I was a wiry nerdy fellow, who loved books and maple syrup. I could hear her loud but genuine laugh from a few rows away and a small smile grew on my face. I suc
Writing Prompt 2: InsomniacInsomniac
His head tilts up as he examines his face in the bathroom mirror. Chin turning this way and that as he pokes the growing bags under his tired eyes. Maybe medicine is the solution? He wants to be put into a sleep so deep the nightmares can't find him. His hand drifts to the drawer to his right as he pulls out the foundation he had found to be useful. Dabbing a small circle onto a sponge he wipes the makeup across the purple skin until it was only a bit darker then the surrounding flesh, satisfied he replaces the cosmetics and walks out the door. He is sure to apply his fake smile and pushes the images from the other night to the back of his mind as he walks out the door and runs to give his grumpy big brother a good morning hug. His brother doesn't like these hugs, finds the annoying, but these hugs are one of the only things still holding this poor Italian together. As he holds his brother, he hold onto life. He may have stopped sleeping to stop the dreaming, but holding his
Writing Prompt 1: ViolinistViolinist
Roderich's eyes slid shut as he slowly touched the small horse hairs to the taught metal wound strings. A surge of energy, or life shot through his right arm and into his heart increasing it's pace. Tenderly, as with a lover, he brushed his fingers against the cool wires and took in a slow breath. Adrenaline passed through his body, he calmed himself even as the anticipation he felt rose within him. His dancing fingers pressed down the strings while simultaneously running the smooth bow over the violin. A low somber note rang through the empty room and his hearts felt the vibrations. The speed picked up and the rhythm flowed out of his tensed body. Soon he lost himself. The music danced through and around him, fluttering like the fragile wings of a butterfly and then soaring as if on the wings of falcons. All this he felt throughout his being. He and the instrument were one. There was no disconnect this violin felt as alive as the man holding it. The final notes where rushing
Captivated: Pirate! Reader x Pirate! Spain
My boots knocked against the wooden planks of the ships steps and i sauntered down them to meet my newest captive. I blew the blue feather of my hat away from my eyes and tipped it back so my face could be seen. The floor creaked as it rocked to the side and a few unsecured boxes tipped precariously.
"Get off your asses and secure those boxes!" The men that had been sitting around smoking jumped at my voice and scrambled to their feet yelling "Yes Ma'am" and "Sorry Captain." I mumbled something about useless crew members and continued to the large wooden door that marked my chambers. I looked myself over quickly and straightened my askew blouse and coat, took a deep breath, smirked and slammed the door open and traipsed in. I took in the scene before me, the scene that was expected, a chair and three men. One man stood on either side of the wooden chair with their hands behind their backs looking straight ahead, each nodded their head as i walked in.
"At ease boys."
"Yes Captain," they
Endings (a Hetalia fanfiction) Preface
A cure for the common cold, the wonder drug, hope for humanity. The curse had been called all of these. Of course it had worked in the beginning, "curing" this ailment that had taken off suddenly in the last five years. No one was sure how it happened but a new strand of rhinovirus had mutated, this time having much more lasting effects then a little cough. It had killed off thousands within a year. I accounted for more deaths then the black plague. You may think that was the earth shattering event this tale revolves around. But you would be wrong. The world could have recuperated, revived, after a century or two. No, what shattered this earth was the cure. The curse. A up and coming doctor by the name of Kiku Honda from Japan had synthesized the vaccine. Multiple tests had been run, all saying that it was perfectly safe. They should have r
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