A/N: I 愛 愛 loved the feedback I got for Part One! Not to mention the prompts :) I 愛 あなた guys and I hope あなた enjoy this one! もっと見る feedback equals faster posts. Happy 読書 :)
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The Stranger's Musings: A Collection of Drabbles (Part Two)
Prompt 1: Darkness (requested によって SweetHoneyBunny)
The darkness suffocates me.
I can’t see, I can’t breathe. My hands claw at nothingness as I
attempt to find a way out.
My breathing escalates. It feels as though my lungs are constricting.
Cold sweat breaks on my forehead and I find myself on the floor,
desperately trying to find some sort of light 情報源 to diminish this
demon.
It feels as though the darkness has grown hands and the hands have
locked around my throat, preventing me from breathing.
Panic begins to set in and I find myself screaming hysterically, my
palms banging against the floor.
I cannot escape this, I need to get out.
Words cannot describe my fear of darkness. I do not know where it
originated from but as long as I can remember, darkness reminded me of
vulnerability and defencelessness. Of death and hopelessness.
I have visions of cloaked strangers with deadly knives lurking in
corners, waiting to strike.
My head collides with a ウォール and I fall back, nearly in tears.
My fear is getting the best of me. I must find a way out, I think to
myself somewhere in the flurry of hysterical thoughts.
I pull myself off the ground and nearly scream as a cold breeze
attacks my shivering, tear-drenched face.
I take a deep breath and walk gingerly towards the opposite direction,
my hands in front of me, feeling my way around.
I nearly shriek in relief when my fingers close around the cold metal
of the doorknob.
Twisting it, I breathe deeply as bright sunlight assaults my face.
That will be the last time I go looking in the cellar, I think to myself.
The menacing hands of darkness have released their grip.
There is a time for facing fears. However it is not my time...
Yet.
Prompt 2: Orphan (requested によって hgfan5602)
I am greeted によって a light, cool breeze as my hands push the black iron
gate open, creaking like nails on a chalkboard.
The graveyard is small. A small square of yellow 草 dotted with
gravestones and stone markers.
This is the place, I think to myself, taking a deep breath. My
fingers’ grip on the wilting white tighten as I start walking. Dried
yellow and red autumn leaves crunch under the pressure of my combat
boots, a fresh new sound in the land of silent death.
Each row of graves are marked with a tall poplar tree. I stop at the
fourth one, my eyes scanning the ground, looking.
I breathe deeply when I see them.
Two rectangular gravestones, interlocked and engraved on as one. The
書く is worn with age but I can still make it out.
Here lies Gabrielle and Matthew Cohen
1973 to 2012
Beloved sister, brother, mother, father,
son, daughter and friend.
May they rest in peace, forever and always.
I can barely mask the sob that escapes me.
I am an orphan. A lonely, parentless child left alone in the dark.
My parents were victims of a car crash. A drunk driver on a rainy day.
All their hard work, the solid foundation they had built on
rock-bottom, all taken away によって a driver hitting high on the happy juice, stupid enough enough to get into a car with hail the size of bullets raining down.
They didn't even press charges.
It’s been five years yet I can’t go a 日 without remembering them.
I 飲み込む the bile that has risen in my throat and wipe away the dry
tears that have welled up in my eyes. I kneel down so I am level with
the stones. Breathing deeply I begin to speak, just like my therapist
told me too.
“Uh... Hi Mom, hi Dad.”
It feels silly talking to two stones in the ground but that was what
my therapist told me to do. To finally achieve closure. I breathe in
again and speak:
“Well it’s...it’s me, Abigail. あなた know, your-your daughter from all
those...years ago?” I feel like crying now but I can’t stop speaking.
“It’s been, like, f-five years since あなた last...uh...saw me,” I close
my eyes briefly, trying to imagine them in front of me, listening, “A
lot’s happened since then. I’m...I’m fifteen now for one thing.”
I clear my throat awkwardly, “I’m in high school now. Pretty cool, right?” I can
almost imagine them in front of me, smiling. I try to sound as natural
as possible, “It’s-It’s great but... Chemistry is just so freaking
hard...” I stop to laugh hollowly, “I mean, I 愛 school but
I...sometimes wish あなた guys could help me out with it. It’s tough
stuff.”
I feel like I should stop but I find myself plowing on.
“I’m nearly six feet tall now,” I say, my fingers playing with the dead
grass, “People call me the Giant. I’m, like, the tallest in my grade.
Even my best friend Nadine says so. I find it really weird but there's nothing I can do about it. I'm, like, an outcast of sorts and..."
And before I know it, I am spilling my ハート, 心 out to the two stones in
front of me.
I tell them everything: from my past crushes to my お気に入り teachers,
about the state of my room to the strictness of my foster parents,
from my お気に入り アイスクリーム flavor to my summer plans.
Everything.
It’s not until my phone rings, signaling it’s nearly five o'clock, do
I realise I’ve been there for almost an hour. Spilling my ハート, 心 out to
a pair of stones.
“Well...I-uh... I guess I have to go now,” even though I know I’m
saying goodbye to a pair of gravestones, for some reason I feel as if
it’s the right thing, “It was...great talking with あなた guys.”
I sit up and dust off my jeans before laying my white rose right
between the graves.
Just as I am about to turn, a thought strikes me and look back.
I lean close to the stones, not aware of the tears on my cheeks. I
whisper softly, as soft as a feather, to them:
“I miss あなた both so much. I...I 愛 あなた two. I’m proud to...to be
your d-daughter. I wish あなた could see that.”
I lean back and 飲み込む hard but it can’t stop the tears from coming.
I turn and start walking towards the gate when I hear it.
A gentle whisper, either a figment of my mind または just my imagination.
But as my hand rests on the cool metal of the gate, I swear I can hear
five softly spoken words:
“And we’re proud you’re ours.”
Prompt 3: Monkeys (requested によって sadiebugz00)
“Ya know, あなた look like a pwimate,” says the little three-year-old boy
to his friend as he watches him jump up and down on the ground while
waving his hands like a lunatic.
“A pwimate? ‘Wuzza pwimate?” his friend asks as he scratches dirt out
of his eye.
The boy looks at him and brings his hands to his armpits and sticks
his tongue out.
“‘Thith ‘thi ‘tha ‘thathay,” he manages with his tongue out.
His friend looks at him confusedly and asks, “Whajja say?”
The boy rolls his eyes and pulls his tongue back and says, “A pwimate
is see-me-lar to a monkey.”
He seems to be proud of using a big word and sticks nose into the air pompously.
The other boy scratches his head and asks, “You’re using big wowds,
Danny.” Then he squints at him, “You sho’ you’re not a pwimaid?
Uh...mwonkey または somefin’?”
Danny rolls his eyes once again and mutters, “Says the
pwimate-slash-monkey himself.” He looks at his friend, “Now あなた gotta
wee-peet afta’ me. Pwi-mate is a monk-ey. Got it?”
His friend attempts to repeat his words and messes up. After several
もっと見る failed tries, Danny finally thrusts his hands into the air and
sighs.
“I gwive up wif’ あなた Bobby. Wanna go make Lego monsters?”
Bobby grins and says, “Fwinally! Says the pwimait-swash-monkey himself.”
END OF PART TWO.
[i] A/N: Well I hope あなた liked that. Yes, I am aware of how I slaughtered the English language in the third one but I did that to fit in the three 年 old thing. Besides, that's how my lil' cousin talks :3 And I am indeed afraid of darkness :D
Anyways, hoep あなた enjoyed 読書 as much as I enjoyed writing. Which one was your favorite? Leave prompt requests, feedback and whateveryouwant in the comments. Remember, the もっと見る requests and feedback, the faster I shall post the next. That's all, thanks for 読書 and until 次 time! :)
xx cuteypuffgirl
ALSO: If you're new here, here's part one: link Anyways, enjoy!
The Stranger's Musings: A Collection of Drabbles (Part Two)
Prompt 1: Darkness (requested によって SweetHoneyBunny)
The darkness suffocates me.
I can’t see, I can’t breathe. My hands claw at nothingness as I
attempt to find a way out.
My breathing escalates. It feels as though my lungs are constricting.
Cold sweat breaks on my forehead and I find myself on the floor,
desperately trying to find some sort of light 情報源 to diminish this
demon.
It feels as though the darkness has grown hands and the hands have
locked around my throat, preventing me from breathing.
Panic begins to set in and I find myself screaming hysterically, my
palms banging against the floor.
I cannot escape this, I need to get out.
Words cannot describe my fear of darkness. I do not know where it
originated from but as long as I can remember, darkness reminded me of
vulnerability and defencelessness. Of death and hopelessness.
I have visions of cloaked strangers with deadly knives lurking in
corners, waiting to strike.
My head collides with a ウォール and I fall back, nearly in tears.
My fear is getting the best of me. I must find a way out, I think to
myself somewhere in the flurry of hysterical thoughts.
I pull myself off the ground and nearly scream as a cold breeze
attacks my shivering, tear-drenched face.
I take a deep breath and walk gingerly towards the opposite direction,
my hands in front of me, feeling my way around.
I nearly shriek in relief when my fingers close around the cold metal
of the doorknob.
Twisting it, I breathe deeply as bright sunlight assaults my face.
That will be the last time I go looking in the cellar, I think to myself.
The menacing hands of darkness have released their grip.
There is a time for facing fears. However it is not my time...
Yet.
Prompt 2: Orphan (requested によって hgfan5602)
I am greeted によって a light, cool breeze as my hands push the black iron
gate open, creaking like nails on a chalkboard.
The graveyard is small. A small square of yellow 草 dotted with
gravestones and stone markers.
This is the place, I think to myself, taking a deep breath. My
fingers’ grip on the wilting white tighten as I start walking. Dried
yellow and red autumn leaves crunch under the pressure of my combat
boots, a fresh new sound in the land of silent death.
Each row of graves are marked with a tall poplar tree. I stop at the
fourth one, my eyes scanning the ground, looking.
I breathe deeply when I see them.
Two rectangular gravestones, interlocked and engraved on as one. The
書く is worn with age but I can still make it out.
Here lies Gabrielle and Matthew Cohen
1973 to 2012
Beloved sister, brother, mother, father,
son, daughter and friend.
May they rest in peace, forever and always.
I can barely mask the sob that escapes me.
I am an orphan. A lonely, parentless child left alone in the dark.
My parents were victims of a car crash. A drunk driver on a rainy day.
All their hard work, the solid foundation they had built on
rock-bottom, all taken away によって a driver hitting high on the happy juice, stupid enough enough to get into a car with hail the size of bullets raining down.
They didn't even press charges.
It’s been five years yet I can’t go a 日 without remembering them.
I 飲み込む the bile that has risen in my throat and wipe away the dry
tears that have welled up in my eyes. I kneel down so I am level with
the stones. Breathing deeply I begin to speak, just like my therapist
told me too.
“Uh... Hi Mom, hi Dad.”
It feels silly talking to two stones in the ground but that was what
my therapist told me to do. To finally achieve closure. I breathe in
again and speak:
“Well it’s...it’s me, Abigail. あなた know, your-your daughter from all
those...years ago?” I feel like crying now but I can’t stop speaking.
“It’s been, like, f-five years since あなた last...uh...saw me,” I close
my eyes briefly, trying to imagine them in front of me, listening, “A
lot’s happened since then. I’m...I’m fifteen now for one thing.”
I clear my throat awkwardly, “I’m in high school now. Pretty cool, right?” I can
almost imagine them in front of me, smiling. I try to sound as natural
as possible, “It’s-It’s great but... Chemistry is just so freaking
hard...” I stop to laugh hollowly, “I mean, I 愛 school but
I...sometimes wish あなた guys could help me out with it. It’s tough
stuff.”
I feel like I should stop but I find myself plowing on.
“I’m nearly six feet tall now,” I say, my fingers playing with the dead
grass, “People call me the Giant. I’m, like, the tallest in my grade.
Even my best friend Nadine says so. I find it really weird but there's nothing I can do about it. I'm, like, an outcast of sorts and..."
And before I know it, I am spilling my ハート, 心 out to the two stones in
front of me.
I tell them everything: from my past crushes to my お気に入り teachers,
about the state of my room to the strictness of my foster parents,
from my お気に入り アイスクリーム flavor to my summer plans.
Everything.
It’s not until my phone rings, signaling it’s nearly five o'clock, do
I realise I’ve been there for almost an hour. Spilling my ハート, 心 out to
a pair of stones.
“Well...I-uh... I guess I have to go now,” even though I know I’m
saying goodbye to a pair of gravestones, for some reason I feel as if
it’s the right thing, “It was...great talking with あなた guys.”
I sit up and dust off my jeans before laying my white rose right
between the graves.
Just as I am about to turn, a thought strikes me and look back.
I lean close to the stones, not aware of the tears on my cheeks. I
whisper softly, as soft as a feather, to them:
“I miss あなた both so much. I...I 愛 あなた two. I’m proud to...to be
your d-daughter. I wish あなた could see that.”
I lean back and 飲み込む hard but it can’t stop the tears from coming.
I turn and start walking towards the gate when I hear it.
A gentle whisper, either a figment of my mind または just my imagination.
But as my hand rests on the cool metal of the gate, I swear I can hear
five softly spoken words:
“And we’re proud you’re ours.”
Prompt 3: Monkeys (requested によって sadiebugz00)
“Ya know, あなた look like a pwimate,” says the little three-year-old boy
to his friend as he watches him jump up and down on the ground while
waving his hands like a lunatic.
“A pwimate? ‘Wuzza pwimate?” his friend asks as he scratches dirt out
of his eye.
The boy looks at him and brings his hands to his armpits and sticks
his tongue out.
“‘Thith ‘thi ‘tha ‘thathay,” he manages with his tongue out.
His friend looks at him confusedly and asks, “Whajja say?”
The boy rolls his eyes and pulls his tongue back and says, “A pwimate
is see-me-lar to a monkey.”
He seems to be proud of using a big word and sticks nose into the air pompously.
The other boy scratches his head and asks, “You’re using big wowds,
Danny.” Then he squints at him, “You sho’ you’re not a pwimaid?
Uh...mwonkey または somefin’?”
Danny rolls his eyes once again and mutters, “Says the
pwimate-slash-monkey himself.” He looks at his friend, “Now あなた gotta
wee-peet afta’ me. Pwi-mate is a monk-ey. Got it?”
His friend attempts to repeat his words and messes up. After several
もっと見る failed tries, Danny finally thrusts his hands into the air and
sighs.
“I gwive up wif’ あなた Bobby. Wanna go make Lego monsters?”
Bobby grins and says, “Fwinally! Says the pwimait-swash-monkey himself.”
END OF PART TWO.
[i] A/N: Well I hope あなた liked that. Yes, I am aware of how I slaughtered the English language in the third one but I did that to fit in the three 年 old thing. Besides, that's how my lil' cousin talks :3 And I am indeed afraid of darkness :D
Anyways, hoep あなた enjoyed 読書 as much as I enjoyed writing. Which one was your favorite? Leave prompt requests, feedback and whateveryouwant in the comments. Remember, the もっと見る requests and feedback, the faster I shall post the next. That's all, thanks for 読書 and until 次 time! :)
xx cuteypuffgirl
My terrifying enemy, Cat.
Tell me darling why あなた cry,
Your tears stain the ベッド あなた lay upon
Could it be あなた miss the ones あなた clung to so tight,
Nothing but a scared little fawn
The flames burnt away your past and future,
The hate did nothing but balance your grief
What now? That’s presents question,
Something so fragile like a branch being clung to によって a leaf
Where is your mother little dove?
What happened to those loving others who filled your empty nest?
How many word of the world can あなた rhyme with love?
Perhaps someday we will know with, proper care and rest
When pursuing dreams take chances and strive for nothing less than best
Then only then can あなた be sure you’ve completed life’s most demanding quest
Your tears stain the ベッド あなた lay upon
Could it be あなた miss the ones あなた clung to so tight,
Nothing but a scared little fawn
The flames burnt away your past and future,
The hate did nothing but balance your grief
What now? That’s presents question,
Something so fragile like a branch being clung to によって a leaf
Where is your mother little dove?
What happened to those loving others who filled your empty nest?
How many word of the world can あなた rhyme with love?
Perhaps someday we will know with, proper care and rest
When pursuing dreams take chances and strive for nothing less than best
Then only then can あなた be sure you’ve completed life’s most demanding quest
Soar, soar
Soar beyond your wildest dreams.....
There's no limit
On how much あなた can soar
No one can
Break your wings and kill you
Soar for the skies,
Don't let the feelin go
Just soar, soar like never before
No one's gonna stop you
From believin
There wasn't a time
When nobody could never soar
But there was a time
When people never believed
And tomorrow
Isn't the 日 to fall
And nobody's gonna push あなた down
Oh almighty eagle
We're gonna be the powerful eagles
We're not gonna let anyone
Be our ruler,
We're not anyone's slave
Almighty eagle
Oh soar, soar towards the sky's height
And soar toward your dream
Let nothing keep あなた away
Almighty eagle
Soar beyond your wildest dreams
And we're gonna fly tonight
Let nobody keep us down.
Life can be hard. Especially for me, Lily West, your almost-average 16-year-old girl. Most people think it's weird I'm bald. Others think I'm going to die. Then there's the occasional person who tries to take pity upon me. I'd rather they not, because some say it like I'm a helpless little カメ on its back. Sometimes I wish I die already, and sometimes I wish that I was a completely different person. Yes, it's tough having cancer. I just wish that they would respect me for a person instead of a helpless little bug.
I stood によって you,
Ever so proudly,
In the darkness of war,
Never betraying you,
Always によって your side.
I protected you,
Never let あなた down when
Things got rough,
I stood によって you
Through 日 and night,
Summer and winter.
Stand によって me now,
Be my loyal friend,
Never falter when the Fuhrer
Shoots his nasty gaze down at you.
Be strong,
My faithful friend.
Be strong,
And protect me from the evils
Of the world.
Be strong,
Never falter,
And always have courage.
Go now, my faithful friend.
Run free.
Ever so proudly,
In the darkness of war,
Never betraying you,
Always によって your side.
I protected you,
Never let あなた down when
Things got rough,
I stood によって you
Through 日 and night,
Summer and winter.
Stand によって me now,
Be my loyal friend,
Never falter when the Fuhrer
Shoots his nasty gaze down at you.
Be strong,
My faithful friend.
Be strong,
And protect me from the evils
Of the world.
Be strong,
Never falter,
And always have courage.
Go now, my faithful friend.
Run free.
Like あなた don't have another care
Fight till the end.
Fight till the end,
Cuz あなた got all ya power.
Fight like a trooper.
You've got hope
You've got strength
You've got 愛 on ya side,
So fight now.
Just fight now.
Fight till the end,
You've got all these people
Rootin for ya,
Rootin for ya.
You'll win the fight,
You'll freakin survive,
And you'll be proud
Cuz あなた fought till the end,
And won it,
And won it.
Fight till the end,
You'll win.
Everything inside ya
Is powerful.
So fight till the end.
Just fight till the end.
AND FIGHT IT!!!
