A/N: Эй,
everyone, it's me again...sort of. Anyways, this will be a series of short stories...or shorter than short stories based on word prompts. So I'll post three in each part. And they'll be maybe around five или six parts based upon user feedback :) Now I'm using several word prompts courtesy of Dhampires, hgfan5642 and several others :) I hope all of Ты enjoy this.
A Stranger's Musings: A Collection of Drabbles
Prompt 1: Hate
When I see her with him, my blood boils. My mind is being supplied several mental Обои of her painful demise.
I hate her, despise her, loathe her with every fiber of my being.
However, it's not because she's with the Любовь of my life.
It's because of what she's done to the Любовь of my life.
The way she plays with his mind, the way she spits out compliments only to take them back makes me want to throttle her.
She brings feelings of rage in my veins that are amplified by tenfold.
She turns and sees me standing there. She smirks.
"I think we should go somewhere private don't Ты think?" she tells him.
He nods mutelessly, and they go.
My fists clench and my throat aches from biting back my screams of protest.
She will not get to me, I tell myself. She can't get to me that easily.
But she already has.
Prompt 2: Immortality
She's fading, I can feel it.
Her body is frail and weak. Her face is as pale as milk. Her eyes are black pools of despair and emptiness.
Every shallow breath she takes requires effort and will. Her thin, boney, frail hand clutches mine. I can feel her shiver.
"I won't make it," she whispers between breaths.
"Yes Ты will," I tell her firmly, "I won't let Ты fade."
She looks at me with a hollow smile on her face. I know what she's trying to say.
Ты can't keep me from dying.
Her fingers clutch mine even tighter. Her frail body lies on a bed. She has минуты left before she succumbs.
"I...I can't do...this," she mutters, a tear escaping and tumbling down her pale cheek, streaking onto her pillow.
"You can," I say again, "Just hold on. The doctors will be here soon..." My voice trails off as she is launched into a hacking cough.
"I'll never die..." she whispers, "As long as Ты remember me in your h...heart."
She looks at me one last time, a ghostly smile on her face, and says, "Good...goodbye..."
The hand holding mine's grip slackens. I watch in horror as it slips and falls to the floor, moving no more.
The little life left in her eyes are gone, now empty pools of nothingness.
She's gone.
I look at her lifeless body one еще time and whisper, as softly as possible.
"You'll always be immortal in my heart. I Любовь you."
Prompt 3: Water
I Остаться в живых in my father in the water.
I remember it so well, that night.
The ship went down like a sinking missile. We were the last family getting on the lifeboats.
We were so close to being to safety when the ropes snapped before we were lowered.
Everyone, me, my mother and father hit the water. Only my mother and I made it back to the boat. My father went back in to save my brother.
The current pulled him under after he put my brother back and tried to climb in.
Ever since then, the water has been a demon to me.
I forgot how to swim and every time I saw a pool, I hyperventilated. Обои of my father, gasping and flailing in the water flooded my mind.
That was until the день my brother pushed me into the pool screaming, "Face your fears!"
I could feel panic setting into me. Hysteria. My lungs were on fire. My head burned with the heat of a thousand suns.
I was drowning, I was dying, just like him.
Then I heard the voice, the deep voice that I was so used to hearing to. The voice that disappeared seven years ago.
My father's.
"You can do it."
And that was what pulled me out of the water. That was what made gave me hope for the future. That was what sparked my old self.
That was what made me do it.
I am now a Золото medalist in the Olympics swimming team.
I have faced my fear.
END OF PART ONE
A/N: Well I hope Ты enjoyed that. Which one was your favorite? Do Ты have any prompt requests for Part Two? Then leave it in the comments. Feedback is appreciated tons and I Любовь constructive criticism and advice. Thanks for Чтение and I hope Ты liked it :) Part Two shall be up in a few days или so.
A Stranger's Musings: A Collection of Drabbles
Prompt 1: Hate
When I see her with him, my blood boils. My mind is being supplied several mental Обои of her painful demise.
I hate her, despise her, loathe her with every fiber of my being.
However, it's not because she's with the Любовь of my life.
It's because of what she's done to the Любовь of my life.
The way she plays with his mind, the way she spits out compliments only to take them back makes me want to throttle her.
She brings feelings of rage in my veins that are amplified by tenfold.
She turns and sees me standing there. She smirks.
"I think we should go somewhere private don't Ты think?" she tells him.
He nods mutelessly, and they go.
My fists clench and my throat aches from biting back my screams of protest.
She will not get to me, I tell myself. She can't get to me that easily.
But she already has.
Prompt 2: Immortality
She's fading, I can feel it.
Her body is frail and weak. Her face is as pale as milk. Her eyes are black pools of despair and emptiness.
Every shallow breath she takes requires effort and will. Her thin, boney, frail hand clutches mine. I can feel her shiver.
"I won't make it," she whispers between breaths.
"Yes Ты will," I tell her firmly, "I won't let Ты fade."
She looks at me with a hollow smile on her face. I know what she's trying to say.
Ты can't keep me from dying.
Her fingers clutch mine even tighter. Her frail body lies on a bed. She has минуты left before she succumbs.
"I...I can't do...this," she mutters, a tear escaping and tumbling down her pale cheek, streaking onto her pillow.
"You can," I say again, "Just hold on. The doctors will be here soon..." My voice trails off as she is launched into a hacking cough.
"I'll never die..." she whispers, "As long as Ты remember me in your h...heart."
She looks at me one last time, a ghostly smile on her face, and says, "Good...goodbye..."
The hand holding mine's grip slackens. I watch in horror as it slips and falls to the floor, moving no more.
The little life left in her eyes are gone, now empty pools of nothingness.
She's gone.
I look at her lifeless body one еще time and whisper, as softly as possible.
"You'll always be immortal in my heart. I Любовь you."
Prompt 3: Water
I Остаться в живых in my father in the water.
I remember it so well, that night.
The ship went down like a sinking missile. We were the last family getting on the lifeboats.
We were so close to being to safety when the ropes snapped before we were lowered.
Everyone, me, my mother and father hit the water. Only my mother and I made it back to the boat. My father went back in to save my brother.
The current pulled him under after he put my brother back and tried to climb in.
Ever since then, the water has been a demon to me.
I forgot how to swim and every time I saw a pool, I hyperventilated. Обои of my father, gasping and flailing in the water flooded my mind.
That was until the день my brother pushed me into the pool screaming, "Face your fears!"
I could feel panic setting into me. Hysteria. My lungs were on fire. My head burned with the heat of a thousand suns.
I was drowning, I was dying, just like him.
Then I heard the voice, the deep voice that I was so used to hearing to. The voice that disappeared seven years ago.
My father's.
"You can do it."
And that was what pulled me out of the water. That was what made gave me hope for the future. That was what sparked my old self.
That was what made me do it.
I am now a Золото medalist in the Olympics swimming team.
I have faced my fear.
END OF PART ONE
A/N: Well I hope Ты enjoyed that. Which one was your favorite? Do Ты have any prompt requests for Part Two? Then leave it in the comments. Feedback is appreciated tons and I Любовь constructive criticism and advice. Thanks for Чтение and I hope Ты liked it :) Part Two shall be up in a few days или so.
I will not be under your tyranny
Your cruel and oppressive force
Yes, maybe Ты should be my leader
But that doesn't mean I should follow Ты all the time
Do Ты know he's got Ты bound
Under ropes and chains of cruelty
Well, I don't wanna be a follower
If it means I have to be a killer
No, I'm not exactly kind-hearted
But that doesn't mean I have to kill, kill, kill
I don't wanna be just a senseless follower
I have a heart, I have a soul, so I don't follow you
I don't just wanna be a follower
So I don't give a fuck bout what Ты do, do, do
But I myself will not give in to the tyranny
So you'll watch me leave
No one's gonna stop me
Look, I'm walking out the doors of tyranny
And I'm not gonna be a senseless follower
Ever again in my life.
Your cruel and oppressive force
Yes, maybe Ты should be my leader
But that doesn't mean I should follow Ты all the time
Do Ты know he's got Ты bound
Under ropes and chains of cruelty
Well, I don't wanna be a follower
If it means I have to be a killer
No, I'm not exactly kind-hearted
But that doesn't mean I have to kill, kill, kill
I don't wanna be just a senseless follower
I have a heart, I have a soul, so I don't follow you
I don't just wanna be a follower
So I don't give a fuck bout what Ты do, do, do
But I myself will not give in to the tyranny
So you'll watch me leave
No one's gonna stop me
Look, I'm walking out the doors of tyranny
And I'm not gonna be a senseless follower
Ever again in my life.