Goodnight, Feli"Ludwig, can you tell me a story before I go to bed?"Ludwig Beilschmidt looked over at the Italian curiously as the question escaped his lips. He closed his book and set it on the nightstand, folding his glasses and setting them on top."Feliciano, I thought you were asleep.""I can't be asleep if I was never asleep to begin with. So will you help me by telling me a story~?"The German sighed, knowing that there was no way he could deny him what he wanted. He knew that he couldn't sleep unless he did so, so he nodded slowly. "What story do you want me to tell you?""Any story!"The answer didn't help much, Ludwig noted as he tried to think of a story. There were plenty of stories in German history that he could tell him, but what would set him to sleep?He rose from the bed and walked over to the bookshelf located conveniently in the corner. Ludwig ran his finger over the spines of the books, trying to find the proper title he was looking for. He found a specific one, and nodded as he
Flash Fiction Month 2012Remember in April when cruelty came in the form of NaPoWriMo and Script Frenzy? Those poor prose writers may have felt lost what to do, and twiddled their thumbs impatiently? Well the wait is over as July brings a writing challenge for the fiction writers in the form of Flash Fiction Month!Flash Fiction Month (FMM)What is FFM?Flash Fiction Month (or FFM) is a month long challenge throughout the month of July. The objective is to write a different piece of flash fiction every single day of the month so by the end of the month you could have 31 pieces of new writing!A “Flash Fiction” is a piece of prose which has a wordcount between 6 and 1000 words. The piece must be a complete story from start to finish and a standalone piece of work.This is a great opportunity for those who have perhaps wanted to try a new form of writing, or enhance current skills. It is also worthwhile f
Drabble #5 - Prepared - MakorraPrepared~P~Mako peered across the slabs of granite to where his very pregnant wife stood, talking animatedly with his brother. When she placed her hands on her swollen stomach, he tensed, waiting for her to cry out to him that it was finally time. But, like every other time, nothing happened, but he did not relax. She waved at him when she noticed his staring, which he returned half-heartedly.The Firebender was going crazy waiting for the arrival of their baby Korra was nearly a week and a half overdue, and yet still, their child hadn't even budged.But it wasn't just the fact that Mako was tired of waiting that was making his nights sleepless and his brain fry no, he was also scared out of his wits, because if he was being honest with himself, he didn't think he was anywhere near ready to be a father.The more he overanalyzed the situation, the worse he thought he was going to be. He remembered how when, nine months beforehand, Korra had informed him of their impendin
Black voidsA black void escapes my lips.As the infection of pain takes over.I’m screaming to an empty room.In it lays all my fears.My eyes are filled with parasites.Seeing nothing but black.Which leaks it’s way into my heart.Trembling fingers, and sweaty palms.Bugs clinging to my hair.Nesting in my skin.I have been contaminated.By the sins of others.Nobody can harm me now.I have been contaminatedBy the whispers of the heartless.Reaching forth for some light.It only seems to burn my skin.My right eye has been removed.And left with a hole.Head spinning round’ and round.Sitting in this dirty contaminated room.A perfect fit for me.
Freak of natures willStaring into the dark abyss,the room next door is quiet.I watch my shaking hands.Hopeful for some sign of life.My brain distracts itselfI catch myself staring at them,hopeful for some sign of joy.I stare at the sky.The world will turn upside down.I swear I'll fly.Or maybe that's just my imagination.I didn't plan to end up here.My feet simply carried me to the highest place they could think of.I don't know how you did it.Jealous is silly, I'm envying."You're too beautiful to go."Stop lying,I shattered the mirror with just one look.I've always spun such silly lies.These bloody hands, screams of terror.In the end some may find me staring into a mirror.
Fake Smiles for YouI don't understand youIt's as if you're trying your very hardestto make yourself unhappywhy don't you just try to smileand stop acting like such a child...Yes, or courseyour logic is infallibleI must try my hardestto make myself miserablebecause I absolutely lovefeeling completely worthlessthere's no other explanationobviously this depressionthe one that is drowning memust be of my own choosingI guess I could try to smileeven though every grinresults in more tearsthan I care to admitbut if it will ease your guiltof knowing that perhapsyou are to blamefor the unstable childhiding inside my head...well...that's what you really wanta reprieve from what youhelped to create...but I'm so sorry to tell youthat until I can at leastsmile for myselfI believe that smiling for youis far to much for this child to handle
Sleeping disorder"So... you experience difficulty sleeping?" "Yes, that's because I'm never awake."