Dance With the Lance by mysteryAphrodite, literature
Literature
Dance With the Lance
The corporal Levi never looked more terrifying than he did now with his white handkerchief tied around his face, showing the strong determination in his eyes as he scrubbed the windows with all his might.
“Damn it, this shitty window just won’t become clean!” the other soldiers heard Levi mutter under his breath. They avoided being next to him so they wouldn’t be next in line to be scolded at like the window.
Scrub. Scrub. Scrub. “Get. Clean. Already!” The soldiers heard him grumble even louder.
Scrub.
“You. Shitty. Piece. Of. DUST.”
Scrub. Scrub. The few soldiers quietly murmured to themse
I want to feel your heartbeat...
Puffs of white air from heavy breaths could be seen had anyone been around. Sweat poured down a pale face, leaking into dull, lifeless eyes.
I want to feel your heartbeat...
Pale, bony hands become fists on the soaked pavement. The rain runs red with blood as it soaks the boy's body. The sobbing grows louder, but no one's around to hear.
I want to feel your heartbeat...
The blade of a switchblade gleams in the shallow amount of sunlight filtering through the clouds. A deep inhale.
I want to feel your heartbeat...
A loud cry of pain is heard as the blade is plunged deep in the boy's chest.
I want to fee
The café was our place, so to speak. Or, at least one of them - we had many, Hayner, Pence and I.
The smell of light java, chocolate, strong black coffee and baked goods - it had drawn us as children, the way a fridge draws a magnet. It had been open and in full fledged business for a long time, and we loved it.
In the winter, hot chocolate - sometimes full of freshening mint flavour, sometimes it was banana, sometimes just normal and tongue stunningly sweet. It kept the chill out as we watched the snow fall daintily through the large glass windows, talking about nothing.
The beautifully smelling, captivating little shop had the same
Cheated by the opposite of love...
The solidity in her eyes is making me feel naked.
It seems as though her pupils, rock hard and perhaps storing of endless knowledge, are burrowing through my skin like screws. I am bare and exposed; my emotions hanging out on the line to dry in the gentle summer breeze.
Perhaps her eyes are so frighteningly probing, because they once swung hate my way, like a punch to the jaw, with each glance she tossed. Perhaps they are hiding some sort of mind blowing scar that I can only predict and never really understand.
It could be neither of these things, but all I know is that somewhere along the timeline of a
COMMENT TO ADD YOUR OWN PART TO IT 8D
Sora: ...
Mario: ...
Sora: ...
Mario: ...
Sora: ...
Mario: I'M-A FREAKING PLUMMER, OKAY?!
Sora: *Backs away slowly* *Bumps into Toad* .______. ...Psst, Donald, can we go home???
Donald: *Surrounded by Peach and Daisy* ...NO.
Goofy: HYUCK! *Pokes Toad*
Toad: I'MREALLYASMALLBOYCOVEREDINFUNGUS.
Goofy: ...D8 *stops poking* Gawrsh...
Name: Asuka Rami
Nicknames: Freak, annoying moron, Rami-Chan, Rami-San (For those who know her real age 8D)
Age: 9 (Real age: 209 8D)
Gender: Female
Race: Human/Hollow
D.O.B: April 4th, 1801
Nationality: Japanese
Birthplace: Tokyo
Personality: Hyper active, childish, brat, vain, insane, morbid, dislikes pain but enjoys giving it to others
Sexuality: Straight
Crush: Fangirl crush on Ichigo
Theme Song: None, but for now: Fear Garden! 8DDD
Friends: Ichigo, Ray, Demented Ringmaster
Foes: Ichigo, Sincaru
Family: Riddle, Mr. Hyde (My OC Riddle, who is a Jekll and Hyde OC, adopted Asuka. XD)
Loves: Ray, Ichigo,