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Attack on Titan Seven Minutes in Heaven Erwin
“The rain has stopped and you all know what that means.” Sasha ran up to you with your item already in her hand. “You know what that means right?”
A little startled by her sudden closeness, you jumped back. “I'd guess it means it's time to play again.”
“That's exactly what it means.” She smiled wide. “Since the sky still looks ready to open up at any second, I went ahead and picked out your item for you. If you don't like it, I'll just let someone else go first.” She opened her hand and let a rather large green pendant dangle directly in front of your face. “It's actually kind of nice, isn't it?”
The moment you saw the necklace, you knew exactly who it belonged to. “This is going to be interesting.” You took the necklace from Sasha, stood up and turned around to find Erwin. Not surprisingly, he was already standing up and waiting for you. “Well that was pretty easy.” With
The TideThe Tide
Salty air clings to me,
Salty water carried by the sea,
Flows against me, hitting my feet,
It ebbs and flows, in the air so sweet,
This was the place where ideas meet,
In the soaked sand,
Footsteps were indented in the land,
There used to be two, but one set is missing,
Eaten by the sea, the waves are hissing,
And memories are fading, of our shy kissing.
I drop to the ground, the water licks my cuts,
I, such a silly, hated klutz.
It's been so long since someone cared,
Since anyone has asked how I fared,
So alone, I cry, scared.
My footsteps in the sand ease away,
Slowly, grain by grain, nothing will stay.
A little crab scuttles along,
Dancing to the seagull song,
And I stay, knowing I'm wrong.
The burning in my calves from salt of the sea,
Has caused welts to form, and my soul to flee,
It consumes my mind, but I push it aside,
I will remain on this beach; a forgotten bride,
I will wait; wait for the tide.
The sun had set, and the moon had rose,
The water on my skin had nearly
Vampire story-Chapter 1 plz rdThe first encounter
Seiki ran through the cobbled streets of Koori, her dark hair tossing out behind her as she listened to the rain patter violently on the rooftops. Glancing up she briefly took in the darkening sky before lowering her gaze back to the street in front of her, turning a corner just as a flash of lightening lit up the dank alleyway in brilliant clarity. Narrowing her eyes against the onslaught of the strengthening storm Seiki carried on pounding down the streets until suddenly she turned a corner and disappeared into a side entrance, almost completely hidden in the stone wall.
Her footsteps echoed loudly as she made her way across the vast stone floor. Weaving in and out of the piles of cardboard boxes that were heaped around the room. She was in an abandoned warehouse which consisted of nothing more than the single room she was standing in and cardboard boxes. These were stacked everywhere around the room, in every nook and cranny excep
Suspicions Zetsu X Reader
A cool breeze blew through the tall grass surrounding the peaceful lake. This was the perfect place to relax and read, making it one of your favorite hangouts. Another thing that made it so desirable, was the fact that it was very secluded. As you relaxed, a familiar feeling filled your chest. You knew you were being watched, but you weren't at all worried, because you knew exactly who was watching you. Without even looking up from your book, you called out to your stalker. “Hey Zetsu, it's been quite a while hasn't it? How have you been?”
Instead of answering your question, Zetsu pushed through the earth behind you and responded with his own inquiry. “Why are you so kind?” Both sides spoke in complete unison, something you'd never heard them do before.
After closing your book and pulling your feet out of the water, you stood up and faced him. “I'm not sure why you keep asking me that. I've already told you the answer, mul
hey newton, gravity's flawedi.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
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