Henry panted as he heard the engine of the semi start again, it’s soft purr comforting him as he rested his face in his hands. Travis didn’t ask questions, didn’t ask why he was bleeding or why he had nearly clawed his door down at the sight of a working vehicle.
“Been a long time, Townshend.” The man said, his gruff voice a welcome sound to Henry’s ears. The truck started to gain speed, further and further away from a town that he wasn’t sure how he ended up in. There was a short silence between them before Travis cleared his throat. “You’re the last person I would have ever gue
Similarites - Snake and Finny by HidanGod, literature
Literature
Similarites - Snake and Finny
It was a rare sunny day in England, and all of the Phantomhive Manor's residents were enjoying the pleasant weather.
Sebastian had sent all the servants out to the front gardens to do yard work, perhaps encourage the flowers to grow a little under the bright and brief sunlight. "And keep an eye on Finny," he had sighed. "Maybe all of you together will catch each others' mistakes." Despite the head butler's words, it showed in his eyes that he fully expected to have to clean up after them later.
Finny, cheerful as always, was running after a butterfly he had spotted, his straw hat bouncing along the back of his neck. The Chef, Bal
4 Moments Sidney Kasal found Victor Niguel Utterly Adorable and 1 Moment He Told Him Just That
Or 4 moments Victor Niguel made attempts at flirting and was disappointed with the result and 1 time he succeeded without even trying.
1.
He didn't usually have to leave the hospital to find Victor but one of the members of R&D had been freaking out because she had forgotten to get something signed before Victor had left. So that’s how Sidney found himself knocking on the department heads door at twelve o’clock at night. There was a soft shuffling sound from inside for a moment that came to a halt at the door and then it was tentative
Shukita - Swear to My Bones by Specter1997, literature
Literature
Shukita - Swear to My Bones
I am the artist.
My job is to paint everything into the most beautiful picture.
Let us witness how this world would turn out without the Holy Grail’s control.
Of course, I will get the best inspiration when you are with me.
Akira.
I want to give my thanks to you.
I want to pass those overflowing feelings within my heart to you.
“Mr. Kitagawa’s works are surely differently majestic. They are the hope of the newborn world. You are young and talented, and I might sound silly, but I still want you to accept the offer for advertisement of the upcoming art exhibition. If you do accept making a small advertisement, just one word
"Could this be Silent Hill Woods?"
Henry shivered. Eileen had that tone in her voice again, like it was someone else's voice. Walter Sullivan was doing something to her, and Henry didn't even know why. What had Eileen ever done to him anyway? It was Henry who had moved into Apartment 302, though he still didn't understand why that mattered either.
He took a deep breath, tried to remember what Eileen's voice really sounded like. He spoke to people so seldom, though he could think of a few little things she had said to him.
"Oh, hello, Henry, how are you doing?"
What kind of answer had he even given her?
"Was my music too loud last n
Central Heterochromia Henry/Alex Oneshot by Pikana-Chuster, literature
Literature
Central Heterochromia Henry/Alex Oneshot
"There are two layers to every person. One on the outmost side and one on the inner. That isn't to say that only one of them is the 'true side'; it just means that it takes a lot of effort to find out completely who a person is."
-Unknown
Once upon a time Alex Shepherd wouldn't have even considered using the word 'beautiful' for a man. When he was a kid, he always thought that the word belonged to his mother or his best friend, Elle. Now it was probably the most common adjective he used, in his mind, to describe Henry Townshend. It wasn't in an insulting way or even a feminine way. Alex couldn't explain it, but something about Henry just s
"...phy, wa.....p..."
"Murph.... pl.....ke up..."
"Murphy, wake up--"
Almost instantly, Murphy shot his eyes open. It took him a second before he took quick, rapid breaths. After gaining control of his breathing, he gave one long exhale as he rested his left arm on his forehead. His entire body was covered in cold sweat, and his hair was sticking to his skin.
Before he could think to himself, a soft voice mumbled, "You were talking in your sleep again..." Resting his arm by his head, Murphy peered down to see a familiar brunet sitting at the foot of the bed. Hazel eyes looking at him with concern, Murphy looked away, staring at the ceilin
Once a Proxy, Always a Proxy - Chapter 1 by SDRseries, literature
Literature
Once a Proxy, Always a Proxy - Chapter 1
(AN: After reading a lot of CP fanfictions that involved the proxy trio, it’s always made me wonder why people have made Hoodie and Masky Slenderman’s proxies. For those of you who have watched Marble Hornets, you would know that they were against Slender, not with him. So I’ve decided to shed some light on what happened and how everything came together as it is now. I hope you enjoy!
Oh, and btw, each chapter will be a POV switch, so this one will be Hoodie’s, the next will be someone else’s. ;) )
Chapter 1
The yellow hooded figure raced down the winding hallways, his breath becoming rapid as his former fr
Tim woke up with a headache. A narrow sunbeam fell through the window and tickled his nose. It was raining and the gray clouds turned everything in sorrow. Grumbling, he sat up and rubbed his forehead. He shivered. Outside, in front of the window, sat a bird, pecking slowly a few crumbs on. The grass glistened wet and the road was mud soaked. So beautiful Alabama might be, at this moment, it had the charm of a dead rat. On the radio blared 'All day and all night' by The Kinks.
"The only time i feel alright is by your side"
"All day and all of the night"
With one stroke of the palm of his hand he choked off the voice. Not that he had anything
A/N: Keep in mind that this is basically a rough draft, so if something seems weird, it's because I penned this whole story super late a couple of nights ago (Or early, depending on how you look at it). XD Enjoy it anyhow.
"The Forest" - W. K. Cyrokin
Tim found himself alone in the woods, unsure of how he got there or why he came there in the first place. He took a couple of steps forward, trying to remember. Then his foot bumped something. Tim looked down to see something buried in a pile of dead leaves below. He crouched down and swept the leaves away, discovering a white mask underneath.
His white mask. The mask that seemed to chase him