Chapter 1: Entering the Household
The death of young Miss Elizabeth shook the Phantomhive manor roughly. Her death was unexpected, it was unpredicted, and it was sudden. Even Ciel's butler, Sebastian, who could perform any task with the up-most grace and perfection, couldn't halt her death.
It was meant to be. And so it happened.
When she had died everyone in the household had really expressed the meaning of 'you don't know what you have until it's gone.' Everyone missed the exuberant, nice, and clingy girl. Ciel, one Sebastian didn't expect to feel such a loss from, was also affected. He stayed shut up for several weeks.
When Sebastian a
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The moon rose quietly into the dark sky. It was creepy in my opinion. If I had to live with the moon looking like this, I would probably never get any sleep. It was just so damn creepy. I sighed to myself and looked at Ludwig He was just glaring at the wall. What was his problem? He always had a pissed off expression on his face. It just annoyed me.
¨Vhat is the point of this, Feliciano?¨ he asked. I shrugged.
¨It´s been a long time since I´ve gotten into a fight so ¨ I replied. He scoffed.
¨Vhat a vaste of precious time.¨ he responded. I shrugged again.
¨It´s my time not yours.
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Reader's POV
The one thing you hated most was the idea of being alone. You were always the new girl, always the bullied girl, always the girl who couldn't open up to her parents. Little did you know that this would all change, if you would simple reach out to someone who cared about you.
Your name was ______ _______, and this is your first year at (School name here). It had been about a month and a half since you started attending (School name here), and to be honest, you absolutely HATED it the
I'm alive, but still not alive by Meowmixftw, literature
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I'm alive, but still not alive
Too often I feel
Life passes me by
Others move on
Grow into a new mindset
Find a new world
And I'm left behind
Lost in the commotion
I know I would like change
If only I knew how to make one
But instead I stay rooted
Stuck in old ways
Afraid of the future
Afraid of the past
Afraid of the present
Afraid.
I never thought
I would live a life
Of monotony
Same friends
Same habits
Same jokes
Same life
Same cycle
Over and over and over
I once had a bright outlook
The world was mine for the taking
That girl seems to have disintegrated
And from the remains rose another
Wallowing in self-pity
Fearing the world
Receding
Emotional Vignette: Shattered Lives by Meowmixftw, literature
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Emotional Vignette: Shattered Lives
I cringe as I hear the soft whoosh of the fridge opening, the small clink of a bottle being removed, the defeated shuffle of a lost soul. Mommy and daddy have been fighting again. I heard the screams, the shattering glass, the sobs mommy choked out as daddy brought down his hand. Brought it down again and again. I edge toward the kitchen and watch as mommy drowns her sorrows in vodka once more. Her face is red, other skin purple, black, blue, green, yellow-- all shades of pain. I watch silent tears trail down her face as she takes a swig straight from the bottle, dependent on the clear hand to whisk her away to a world where her and daddy do
The sporadic symphony
Of the mind is
Unparalleled
The rush
Of synapses firing
As electricity
Courses to the brain
And millions of
Different processes
Form into the
Beauty
Of a single thought
A single thought that
Provokes, coaxes
An adrenaline releases
Pure energy
Flowing through veins--
False invincibility
And the mind buys it all
The heart speeds up
Blood rushes to the face
Pure primal instinct
Pulled from a box
Kept in a deep, dark corner
Takes all over
The mind races
Receptors going off
In chaotic harmony
As thoughts collide
Merging into irrational phrases
Dancing to the rhythm of
The mind
I'm not
The prettiest
I'm not
The smartest
I'm not
The funniest
I'm not
The strongest
I'm not
The kindest
I'm not
The fastest
I'm not
The bravest
I'm not
The most honest
I'm not
The most outgoing
I'm not
Anything I wish to be
I can't
Sing
I can't
Dance
I can't
Draw
I can't
Run
I can't
Write
I can't
Do anything I wish to do
But I can
Try
I can
Be myself
I can
Push others
I can
Dream
I can
Fight back
I can
Imagine all I wish to be
And I guess
That's all I can do
As long as I'm
Imperfect me
Cut a little deeper
Get a little higher
Drift a little farther
And your scars might fade
Drop your trauma-
And with it, your life-
In the bottle
And chug it down
Maybe they'll get off your mind
Cleanse out the bad
From your blood
Cut a few more times
Until you're empty
Perhaps it'll disappear like your life
Smoke it, snort it,
Inject the happiness
And block out the pain
Along with your mind
And it could leave you
You'll force yourself out
Out of your own life
Until you're too far
When you call for help
So you go to the home for the shattered