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Oct 15, 2019 21:28:56 GMT -5
Post by NIKKI on Oct 15, 2019 21:28:56 GMT -5
hi yes welcome to my awful drabbles pls enjoy various angsty pieces of my favorite ladies c:
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Oct 15, 2019 21:33:46 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2019 21:33:46 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","viva"][break] [attr="class","vivalyric"]NO I WON'T SMILE BUT I'LL SHOW YOU MY TEETH [break]
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[attr="class","vivaright"]WORDS [break]
four hundred thirty four[break][break]
[attr="class","vivaright"]TAGGED [break]
drabblez [break][break]
[attr="class","vivaright"]NOTES [break]
practicing my writing is awful thnx |
All men turn out to be the same.[break][break]
The same carcass of the man she despises, ripped apart by years of anger. Hatred turned him into a shell and… Well, all men become the same.[break][break]
She sees them differently now. From their hands to their feet, all mongrels in their own rights. Childhood experiences have chilled her over, drowned out who she used to be. A bright eyed child, honey brown full of constellations. The stars always die in the end, lonely and diminished shells of former glory.[break][break]
She supposes, in that sense, she could be a star too.[break][break]
Funny how the childhood nickname finally sticks. My little star, her mother always said. Golden haired and fair faced, bright smiles and curiosity seeping from every pore. The light of her mother’s eye now fading into a shooting star, long dead by the time you see it.[break][break]
“Fancy a drink?”[break][break]
Another mongrel, another proposition, another eye roll. All men are the same, time and time again. Using money and charms to get what they want, stepping on whoever they desire on the never-ending climb to the top. Her mother was an unfortunate casualty of that frenzy for power. Lifeless in their living room, the screams scarring her brain. Years later she still remembers, nightmares plaguing her adult years. Purple marks under her eyes is telltale enough of the endless cycle. Sleep, fleeting peace, terror, pain, waking in an icy sweat. It all begins with a man just as it all ends with a man. Perhaps that is why she sees him in every male she meets, every handsome face with chiseled features churning into blood splattered skin, pale blonde hair, and those same honey eyes.[break][break]
Perhaps that is why she turns to tell him to piss off, thinly veiled anger threatening to overtake her.[break][break]
She stops at the look in his eyes. Golden, mischievous, different. She doesn’t see the monster that ripped apart her family, shattering the world around her into tiny shards of what could have been. No, she sees clearly for the first time.[break][break]
All men turn out to be the same but this one? This one could light her world aflame and she’d smile. No baring of teeth, no barrel pointed at a skull. Just a smile, gentle as a breeze, and a laugh harmonious enough for the gods to sing.[break][break]
Perhaps that is why, despite knowing the possibility that he, too, will prove her correct in her musings, she nods and accepts. A glimmer in honey eyes, a spark thought to have dissipated returning with new life.[break][break]
“Yeah, I’d like that.”
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Oct 15, 2019 21:58:23 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2019 21:58:23 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","viva"][break] [attr="class","vivalyric"]NO I WON'T SMILE BUT I'LL SHOW YOU MY TEETH [break]
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[attr="class","vivaright"]WORDS [break]
four hundred two[break][break]
[attr="class","vivaright"]TAGGED [break]
drabblez [break][break]
[attr="class","vivaright"]NOTES [break]
awful writing is awful yikes don't look |
She’ll never become him.[break][break]
A monster, a heathen, a hollow corpse. Lifeless eyes, only sparking with joy upon seeing his creation. A weapon, molded by his hands into the perfect machine. “You’ll be the best of us, little one. Just wait."[break][break]
And wait she has.[break][break]
The perfect opportunity for revenge never presents itself, shying away from her best attempts. She tries everything. A knife thrown a little too close to his head, an arrow just scraping by his flesh. Tasers don’t unnerve him, bullets even excite him. Perhaps if her target is not a coldblooded killer then it could be simpler. But life is never simple and hers is more complicated than most.[break][break]
She pants, sweat dripping from her brow. Another perfect round of training under the watchful eyes of her father, gazing down on his masterpiece with unadulterated pride. Disgusting. The sight is enough to make her choke down her own bile, burning and biting at her throat.[break][break]
He should be down here, staring down the barrel of her gun. A .45, cool against bare hands, metal smooth beneath trembling fingertips. She could do it. She knows she can. Just one look at his face is enough drive to finish the job. The wooden targets are nothing compared to the real thing.[break][break]
“Marvelous, little one! Do it again. Show them what you can do.”[break][break]
She spits at the floor in open defiance. She isn’t a circus animal, forced to perform for the masses. She’s more than him, more than this wretched place. She’s more than the weapon he forced her to be, if only just in her own imagination. If she could break away from it all, truly be free, she could do anything. The world at her fingertips, ripe for the taking. The dream of a child, she knows, but anything is better than this. This is no way to live.[break][break]
Despite the snarls and despite the bitter taste in her mouth, she does as she’s told. A good little soldier, mother would be proud right?[break][break]
Wrong.[break][break]
Mother would never be proud of the woman she’s become. She’s everything he wanted her to be and more. A killing machine, a weapon, a pawn at his disposal. Worst of all, there’s nothing she can do about it.[break][break]
She’ll never become him, she swears, even if it’ll kill her. And sometimes, in the inky darkness of midnight, she hopes it just might.
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