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Childhood Terrors-OriginalMy first OC fic,this is about my two OCs, Zakael Avalon and Devlin Dailith,this is just a sneakpeek on their childhood.They were 7-10 years old, I think?(I actually have no idea) and lastly this is set in Zakael's (the guy's) perspective.Childhood Terrors-Original by crescentshadows19
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My nightmares are haunting me again.
My fingers froze as soon as my father's image filled my mind.
She rubbed her eyes as she yawned."It's n-nothing." My teeth chattered as I rubbed my temples.
"You're shaking like a leaf."
My eyes grew wet with tears.The silence broke with the sound of my cries."Hey, it's alright,you're still fine."Her voice was warm and soft like honey which reminded me of my mother when she was still alive.
She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a squeeze."It's about your dad again, isn't it?"
I nodded while I hugged her back tighter as the warm scent of cherries in her hair comforted me. Despite crying, I smiled at the thought of her caring for me.
"You're fine now, aren't you?"
The Haze- prologue pt. 1A group of people in black garments and dressings joined on a hill invading a small, green farm to commemorate the passing of a young woman of twenty-seven. It was hard to tell if the wrinkly, saggy faces of the elderly majority actually felt sadness for the lost one, or that’s their only default face. The late-afternoon sky decided to weep with the mourners of this woman, and outbursted with rage unlike theirs.The Haze- prologue pt. 1 by natetheninja23
The woman in particular was protected from the weather by her Cherrywood coffin, but no one dared to set their eyes on her from the inside. In Northshire it’s only respect-- the dead don’t like the prying eyes of the living.
A young seven year-old grasped his father’s hand tightly, as he and everyone else watched the town priest send this woman away to the afterlife with one last sermon. His eyebrows flinched every once-in-a-while from the rain irritatingly traveling from his hair, and dripping onto his nose.
Tell me you see meTell me you see me...Tell me you see me by CrumbledWings
Not the boy smiling
in the reflection of your eyes,
the green pool which
he had so readily dived into.
No, not that pathetic imitation
of joyful emotion
the authentic personification
lying at that boy's feet.
Can't you see me?
I imagine I must be there
though within the pool
of your eyes
I can only find
that deceiving mask of an individual,
from that disgusting imitation of joy.
Come you must see!
I am here!
Not the boy you see standing
but instead the boy
holding the floor
it offers me the comfort of closeness,
the boy shrouded in darkness
the obscurity that becomes him.
Tell me you see me.
Tell me you aren't bli
Keep It RealWhereas diasporic communitiesKeep It Real by xxdraxx
Have to been attempting to separate themselves
From harsh sun and seasons,
Without reason, others have built their lives between
The cracks of statements such as:
“Keep it real”
Or, “This shit is dope”.
Motherfuckers better realize
Now, is time to self-actualize.
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