The TheatreSo many emotions together! So many smells! So many colours!
Can you feel it? Can you feel the skirt of the brunette next to you constantly brushing against your leg as she practically shudders with laughter-
Can you smell the perfume? Ah yes, that sweet fragrance that barely stands out among so many others. Yes, that one, the one of the elderly woman that just walked past, irritated, clearly not coming back to see the rest of the show, her silver hair shining in the dim lights…
The laughing lady, now so amused- oh she has so many worries, so many things to do! Working at the factory, day and night, night and day- but now! Now the posh man with the green jacket, trying to show his interest in her… he can’t even remember how long it’s been since his wife died, that bitter woman. He is so lonely, so lonely.
But not here.
Oh and- do I smell alcohol?
That poor sod, his girl left him for a richer man- and one day, one day, she’ll find out that a good he
Adoption dayToday was adoption day so miss sunny had all the children come out side to get adopted by their new mommy and daddy. What kind of creature adopts you?
Who adopts you
1) single mom/dad
2) mom with a boyfriend
3) dad/ with girlfriend
Or switch I get adopted
Verborgene WeltDas Mädchen sitzt auf der Parkbank und wartet, regungslos und stumm, ganz am Rand der Sitzfläche und mit den Händen unter den Beinen, als wäre ihr kalt. Feuerrotes Haar tanzt um ihr Gesicht; immer in Bewegung, immer wirr. Sie wartet. Sie wartet auf jemanden, der stehen bleibt und für einen Augenblick gen Himmel blickt.
Um sie herum fallen die Blätter und enthüllen eine verborgene Welt aus reinem Licht; ein Königreich der Träume, sichtbar nur für einen Augenblick. Es liegt auf der Unterseite der fallenden Blätter, wenn die Sonne sie streift, vorbeigetragen vom Oktoberwind – einen Moment lang ganz nah und im nächsten schon fort.
Wenn das Blatt den Boden berührt, ist diese strahlende Unterseite unsichtbar; die Oberseite ist goldgelb oder rot wie ein Rubin – hübsch, sagen die Leute, doch die wahre Schönheit bleibt ihren Blicken verborgen. Die Unterseite des gefallenen Blattes wird auf dem Boden zertreten
The Light Keeper Cid Ivers was the kind of man who didn’t care much for dwelling on the past, despite how haunting his surroundings were. His wife had left him a widower before the island became a refuse fishing port, but it was all just a passing thought. No more significant than the fact that a boy named Bjorn used to eat chalk when Cid was still being taught histories he would never remember.
Back in those fair days, when she had graced his presence and melted the crust from his beard, there had been vessels to watch and warn. But these days he found himself standing on the lighthouse’s balcony, gazing into an empty sea. The fishermen were the only ones sailing into port nowadays, and they never waded back in after dark. He wondered what use the pier company had to keep him in lodging at the old cape nightlight. Cid supposed it was all about pity.
On one particular day, as on so ma
SacrificeA lonely cry broke through the darkness. I looked up in surprise, because I thought I was the only one in this room.
"Who's there?" I called out.
The shadows seemed to warp and take shape, eventually forming themselves into the shape of a little girl.
Puzzled, I walked towards her. "Who are you? Why are you crying?"
The tousled, crying child continued to shake. "Hello...?" I said hesitantly.
"Why did you leave me behind?" A voice filled with sorrow tore out from the girl's wrinkled up mouth. "Why did you leave me behind?"
"What are you even talking about? I don't know you-"
"You do." Despite the fact that she was still crying, the sad tones of her voice changed into bitter, mocking ones. "Have you forgotten your own face?" In a whiplash-quick movement, her head tilted up at me and I realized that she
"Are you enjoying yourself?" She spat at me, jabbing an accusatory finger in my direction. "You sacrificed me for the sake of getting stronger, and right after that y
An Outcast's Taleiolet never meant to bring harm to anyone. Why would she? She was just an ordinary girl in college trying to get by, right? But there was something different about her, something that caused other kids to avoid the girl. The voices in her head that guided her throughout her life told her it was a bad idea, but she decided to let the place know of her condition. All hell broke loose
Schizophrenia, A thing that drove people to madness and violence due to some hallucination, always to be feared, always to be violent, always to be looked down on. Most would try and get rid of them as soon as possible, try and live a normal life. But she knew better. She believed that the voices could be turned into something helpful, her auditory hallucinations helping her throughout her life, rather than harming her and telling her to kill people. She wanted people to know that it could be used for something good, but…
She became an outcast for her ideas, people avoiding her, people fearing her, peo
The Three DoorsThe man awoke to a blinding light, scourging his eyes until the man was forced to keep them closed for a substantial amount of time. His mind raced, wondering where he was that there would be such a potent light. A police station maybe? He didn’t hear any muttering or voices. In fact, there was no sound at all. The man regained strength in his eyes and opened them once more, prepared for the blinding light. He squinted, waiting for the light to subside, and it did, slowly. He tried his best to search his surrounding, but he could not make out much. Then, towards the back, appeared the silhouette of a man.
“Who are you?” asked the squinting man, commonly referred to as Thomas. It took a few seconds for the stranger to reply.
“It matters not who I am, but what stands behind me,” the stranger replied, referencing to three ominous doors behind him. Thomas rose from his bed, placing his blanked on top of his pillow. He walked carefully towards the stranger, try
Kings and Beggars BFP November Prompt The King may not be all riches and snobbery.
"I'm sorry my Duke, but I just need to take out another loan."
Woosh goes the Duke's breath. "What now for my King?"
"My daughter is getting married. I need to clothe my daughter wonderfully so she seems well off. The dowry we should get should be enough to pay off my debts."
"Fine my King. I shall loan you this. But your other Dukes are getting itchy for their money back."
"I know my Duke. But I tell you, I shall have your money. Thank-you for your generosity my Duke."
The King may just as well be the beggar. As illustrated above. And the beggar may as well be the King.
The beggar sits atop his makeshift throne of dirty rags, broken metals, and rotten foods.
His peons scurry to and fro beneath him.
::Anti bullying week: TF2 ficklet - To be trustedThere's... something strange with this boy.
He's quite different from the others I've been working with. He does not speak loud, or does not actually even speaks at all. You barely have to extract the words from his throat and when he's with all of us he's just standing there, saying nothing, waiting for us to pay attention to him or not. And it's not hard tell he prefers when we do not. I can get that he's not really in found of groups, hell if sniper and medic are, but it's not the same. It's mostly like he's scared of us. Again something that' s quite easy so see. When you try to talk to him, he almost never raise his eyes, which is kinda disturbing, and his sentences are always short. I've managed to had a chat or two with him and... Well he's quite sympathetic and does not looks as the shy type at all. But again, you have to do the first step. I've tried to ask him why he was acting like that and even to reassure him about all the other guys from the team and even about me but eve
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