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100 Themes - Quill15. Quill
Another parchment letter to scrawl, another few fleeting moments of pain and torture. Anais rested her nimble fingers upon her prized mug, tracing the design printed on the front. Three black tick marks embossed the white mug, with three phrases on each. The top read “Shhh…”; the middle read “Almost…”; the bottom read “Now you may speak.”
“Why did I start using you as a pencil holder?” she wondered aloud. All she ever drank was dark roast and chamomile. A bit of chai always brought her spirits up, but other than that, she’d never seen a mug as useless. Any mug, for that matter. Not even the pale blue piece-of-crap her mother had bought at the dollar store, with its once-ivory-now-gray blobs defacing the whole thing. Even today, she still kept that mug in her apartment on the middle shelf, using it for the few days of the year when she actually called home. She traced the rim of her full cup and winced
ichorno one can bear your name - your mark.
Whenever spoken it tastes foul, yet not unpleasantly so.
I wrote it down so maybe it would not seem so foreign,
but the paper burned.
Etched into my mind, it scarred my flesh -
a delicate memory that was written by your hand.
I've heard that when you speak even heaven turns to listen.
Sounds like metallic rain - burning hair and gore.
To say your name freely all I had to do was allow the sounds to pour from my throat.
Now my tongue refuses to commit its suicide - a choking curse.
For a moment I fused your name with the being of another and only created misery.
I can't understand the reason my heart clenched like an angry fist whenever you were near.
they say the blood of angels runs in your veins.
All I can see is hell.
Mature Content
dying moments.I.
The leaves on the lawn, scattered, as if individually by some delicate autumnal hand, reminded her of him. He had that same inexplicable beauty, implicit in his every smile, his every tear.
The coldness gripped her legs, tore at her summer dress and bit into her soft cheeks, like greengages. The juice ran down her chin and her fingers, accumulating in uneven droplets on her elbows. She left handprints on his back.
II.
She felt sick to her very core; the memories nauseated her.
“Is it very far?”
“Yes. At least an hour away.”
“It took two last time.”
“Exactly.” He dropped the car keys on the chair and ran an agitated hand through his hair. Two mugs of tea were cooling on the sideboard. Her fingers traced the shape of the sunset across the window pane.
III.
Neither wanted to move, to disturb the settling dust. Their arguments and wings were already folded neatly away in the corner.
“Maybe if it was dark already, it wouldn’t ta
To Wed The WindHe sees her again when it’s 1985 and he’s years out of his twenties, her face shining out from across the site and the world tilting around him the instant their eyes meet. He drops the brick he’s laying as the sky darkens in his mind to a spray of napalm and the exhaust from the passing cars touches his face as the heat of a tropical jungle.
He thinks, fourteen years, and aloud he breathes, “Wife.”
_ _ _
He saw her for the first time when he was fresh faced and twenty-one, three months in ‘Nam and drinking at the bar with the rest of the boys. He’d whistled when she brought the glasses and gotten a palm to his face because, “I’m not a whore, American.”
She was barely a woman, parents killed by the bombs, and with narrowed eyes and a stinging cheek he’d decided to talk to her. It had taken three tries for her to talk back, fifteen more to end up back in her rooms only to hear, “Only for my husband”.
He
EighteenI'd texted her happy birthday today but she didn't reply. I said I had her present ready and that we should meet up soon so I could give it to her. Mum had offered to bake her a cake, because she's my best friend, but we ran out of flour. Still, it was okay. She still hadn't replied though. I checked my phone again. It was twelve at night now, of course she wouldn't be replying anytime soon. I tutted and pressed the button at the side, casting blackness over the screen, then I switched the television off too. Feeding a treat to my hamster, I whispered it goodnight and turned the lights off, before going upstairs to bed.
Knock, knock, knock!
I laid in bed, my eyes snapping open. I could tell it was still night time, but I checked my phone nonetheless. One in the morning. Who on earth could that be? The knocks came again, louder and more persistent. Then there was a pause.
Knock, knock, knock!
Keeping my phone on me in case I had to ring someone, I went downstairs and made a mental note
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,:thumb451255781:
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
Transformers: All We DoTitle: Transformers: All We Do
Universe: G1
Pairings: None
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Author's Note: This is for the Flash Fan Fiction prompt “To Explain Something” (as in an aspect of your fandom). I decided to explain a different side of the trine dynamic that I've considered, but never demonstrated, before. I present you with that rare creature: a serious story by me. Word count: 494
“One order, you rusting pile o' slag!” The foot pinning Thundercracker down ground back and forth across his back. The blue Seeker turned his head aside and kept his mouth shut to prevent mud from seeping in – pointless really, he could feel the substance invading into other seams. Looming above him, Brawl continued, “You couldn't even handle that! When in our attack group, you obey Onslaught!”
“Makes you wonder how he got so high up in the ranks, not following orders and all,” Onslaught mused from the side. Thundercracker couldn't see him from this lo
