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The tinge of a broken song echoed through the lonely household.  Lukas mentally scolded himself and began again.  His fingers glided over strings and his bow sailed over sweet music.  A melancholy tune erupted from his violin and matched his slight humm.  But once again, he missed a note and broke the melody.  Why couldn't he get this right? “You’re beating yourself up too much.” From the staircase, Emil made his way down.  A piece of licorice in his mouth and his Puffin following behind.  He sat down on the couch in the room Lukas was practicing in. “It needs to be perfect.” He explained “You know, it doe

Lovino sat on an old, wooden patio.  He had previously ran away from his care keeper, Antonio, in order to avoid chores.  And unlike usual, he hadn’t chased after the child in attempt to force him to help in the garden.  No... the Spaniard had recently lost something very important to him, and now the smile that usually decorated his face, was obviously fake.  With a very bored expression, Lovino looked out at the extensive garden that decorated the land that Antonio owned.  The man was currently tending to the vegetable section, watering tomatoes and picking weeds.  It has been a little over an hour and he was still doing the same task

Day after wretched day, a smile was painted on their faces.  They did not show what they felt, because if they did- the world would fall apart. Sometimes they weren’t allowed to feel for themselves.  It was their people that decided their mood.  They were individual sure, but they were controlled by the very people they represent. Imagine every small argument, robbery, kidnapping, explosion, murder, and backstabbing materialize into tiny pins and needles that constantly apply pressure to your heart.   Every earthquake wracking your body, every tornado causing you to empty the contents of your stomach.  A flood making you bloated to the

WARNING: This is a little disturbing. Read at your own risk! THEME #123: TOYS You have a lovely new doll. You added him to your wonderful dollhouse one night…. ….the same night the youngest grandchild of Rome was found murdered in his kitchen, missing his honey-coloured eyes as well as his right hand’s pointer finger. The cook fled from the kitchen, a horrified look on his face. “SIR!” he screamed for the master of the mansion. “ROME!” He looked as though he were about to be sick. But who wouldn’t be nauseous? He had just seen the mutilated body of the master’s grandson, sprawled limp

Risking losing his feathers, a fallen angel Became sullied, vowing to abandon his body. He loved others in the past, however, That hand ended them all. A figure in the center of the magnificent garden rises shakily to his feet, heavy chains around his waist and wrists weighing him down. They jangle and clink together, generating noise that makes the male cringe. Eyes darting left and right, he clambers out of the crater he created from his fall and limps silently over to a black iron bench beneath a large, beautiful apple tree. From there, he sits down on the bench’s cool surface and chuckles softly, gaze wandering the length of the ga

You find yourself stranded outside, shivering in the rain, on a cliché dark and stormy night. Thunder rumbles and lightning forks across the sky in crazy jagged bursts. It’s quite beautiful, really. And you could’ve stood there, admiring the natural beauty of nature, had you not been late. It’s around 11:00 PM at night, and your boss has been so kind as to give you the 11:00 PM to 3:00 AM shift due to a fellow co-worker’s sickness. You aren’t even the employee that is supposed to be called upon for scenarios such as these, but alas, your boss is a thick-headed moron. Another bolt of lightning flashes high a

I, Grace, promise to write in this journal every day, for the rest of my life. I will never look at anyone's entries besides my own. I, (Name), promise to write in this journal every day, for the rest of my life. I will never look at anyone's entries besides my own. And I, Luciano, promise to write in this journal every so often, for the rest of my immortal life. I choose these two girls as my next victims. _____________________________________________________________________________________ August 2000, Entry #1 I know a girl. She’s really pretty. She’s five. We’re close friends. We do everything with each other. We ha

In honour of    ~DeathTheWriter (https://www.deviantart.com/deaththewriter) Have you ever teetered on the edge of despair? When you just want to give in; give up? Finally allow their hateful words to get to you? Push you to do the unthinkable? It hurts, doesn’t it? Not many think about what their words actually do. Those people who group together, stay together for protection and security. They feel safe in their cliques, at home when they cut others with their harmful tongues. They don’t ever stop and wonder what happens when they say, “Kill yourself.” They never suspect one might actually take those words to heart. The words they speak, th

THEME #11: HALLOWEEN (SPECIAL) You opened your eyes groggily, yawning as you sat up, blinking. “Good afternoon, Sleeping Beauty.” “Shut up….” You rubbed your (e/c) eyes and yawned again. “Are we there yet?” “About five minutes away,” Arthur replied, shifting a little. You and Arthur, as well as Alfred, Francis, Matthew, Antonio, Lovino, Feliciano, Ludwig, Gilbert, Kiku, Ivan, and Yao, were on your way to Six Flags Fright Fest 2014 in Saint Louis, Missouri. Alfred had been pretty insistent on that one in particular, so you had literally taken a long car ride there in order to grant his

THEME #40: FANCY “HEY (NAME)! LET’S DO SOME KARAOKE!” Alfred yelled, literally blowing out your eardrum. “OW, DAMMIT!” You clapped a hand over your ear and glared at one of your best friends. “I know it’s loud in here, but you don’t have to scream, for fuck’s sake!” Alfred just grinned and grabbed your hand. “C’mon, (Nickname), it’ll be fun~!” “Karaoke? With you? Hell no!” You pulled your arm out of his grip, choosing instead to look past the clumps of partying countries and into the kitchen, where Lovino, Mathias, and Arthur were getting drunk