A/N: I प्यार प्यार loved the feedback I got for Part One! Not to mention the prompts :) I प्यार आप guys and I hope आप enjoy this one! और feedback equals faster posts. Happy पढ़ना :)
ALSO: If you're new here, here's part one: link Anyways, enjoy!
The Stranger's Musings: A Collection of Drabbles (Part Two)
Prompt 1: Darkness (requested द्वारा SweetHoneyBunny)
The darkness suffocates me.
I can’t see, I can’t breathe. My hands claw at nothingness as I
attempt to find a way out.
My breathing escalates. It feels as though my lungs are constricting.
Cold sweat breaks on my forehead and I find myself on the floor,
desperately trying to find some sort of light स्रोत to diminish this
demon.
It feels as though the darkness has grown hands and the hands have
locked around my throat, preventing me from breathing.
Panic begins to set in and I find myself screaming hysterically, my
palms banging against the floor.
I cannot escape this, I need to get out.
Words cannot describe my fear of darkness. I do not know where it
originated from but as long as I can remember, darkness reminded me of
vulnerability and defencelessness. Of death and hopelessness.
I have visions of cloaked strangers with deadly knives lurking in
corners, waiting to strike.
My head collides with a दीवार and I fall back, nearly in tears.
My fear is getting the best of me. I must find a way out, I think to
myself somewhere in the flurry of hysterical thoughts.
I pull myself off the ground and nearly scream as a cold breeze
attacks my shivering, tear-drenched face.
I take a deep breath and walk gingerly towards the opposite direction,
my hands in front of me, feeling my way around.
I nearly shriek in relief when my fingers close around the cold metal
of the doorknob.
Twisting it, I breathe deeply as bright sunlight assaults my face.
That will be the last time I go looking in the cellar, I think to myself.
The menacing hands of darkness have released their grip.
There is a time for facing fears. However it is not my time...
Yet.
Prompt 2: Orphan (requested द्वारा hgfan5602)
I am greeted द्वारा a light, cool breeze as my hands push the black iron
gate open, creaking like nails on a chalkboard.
The graveyard is small. A small square of yellow घास dotted with
gravestones and stone markers.
This is the place, I think to myself, taking a deep breath. My
fingers’ grip on the wilting white tighten as I start walking. Dried
yellow and red autumn leaves crunch under the pressure of my combat
boots, a fresh new sound in the land of silent death.
Each row of graves are marked with a tall poplar tree. I stop at the
fourth one, my eyes scanning the ground, looking.
I breathe deeply when I see them.
Two rectangular gravestones, interlocked and engraved on as one. The
लेखन is worn with age but I can still make it out.
Here lies Gabrielle and Matthew Cohen
1973 to 2012
Beloved sister, brother, mother, father,
son, daughter and friend.
May they rest in peace, forever and always.
I can barely mask the sob that escapes me.
I am an orphan. A lonely, parentless child left alone in the dark.
My parents were victims of a car crash. A drunk driver on a rainy day.
All their hard work, the solid foundation they had built on
rock-bottom, all taken away द्वारा a driver hitting high on the happy juice, stupid enough enough to get into a car with hail the size of bullets raining down.
They didn't even press charges.
It’s been five years yet I can’t go a दिन without remembering them.
I निगलना, निगल, निगल संकलन the bile that has risen in my throat and wipe away the dry
tears that have welled up in my eyes. I kneel down so I am level with
the stones. Breathing deeply I begin to speak, just like my therapist
told me too.
“Uh... Hi Mom, hi Dad.”
It feels silly talking to two stones in the ground but that was what
my therapist told me to do. To finally achieve closure. I breathe in
again and speak:
“Well it’s...it’s me, Abigail. आप know, your-your daughter from all
those...years ago?” I feel like crying now but I can’t stop speaking.
“It’s been, like, f-five years since आप last...uh...saw me,” I close
my eyes briefly, trying to imagine them in front of me, listening, “A
lot’s happened since then. I’m...I’m fifteen now for one thing.”
I clear my throat awkwardly, “I’m in high school now. Pretty cool, right?” I can
almost imagine them in front of me, smiling. I try to sound as natural
as possible, “It’s-It’s great but... Chemistry is just so freaking
hard...” I stop to laugh hollowly, “I mean, I प्यार school but
I...sometimes wish आप guys could help me out with it. It’s tough
stuff.”
I feel like I should stop but I find myself plowing on.
“I’m nearly six feet tall now,” I say, my fingers playing with the dead
grass, “People call me the Giant. I’m, like, the tallest in my grade.
Even my best friend Nadine says so. I find it really weird but there's nothing I can do about it. I'm, like, an outcast of sorts and..."
And before I know it, I am spilling my दिल out to the two stones in
front of me.
I tell them everything: from my past crushes to my प्रिय teachers,
about the state of my room to the strictness of my foster parents,
from my प्रिय आइस क्रीम flavor to my summer plans.
Everything.
It’s not until my phone rings, signaling it’s nearly five o'clock, do
I realise I’ve been there for almost an hour. Spilling my दिल out to
a pair of stones.
“Well...I-uh... I guess I have to go now,” even though I know I’m
saying goodbye to a pair of gravestones, for some reason I feel as if
it’s the right thing, “It was...great talking with आप guys.”
I sit up and dust off my jeans before laying my white rose right
between the graves.
Just as I am about to turn, a thought strikes me and look back.
I lean close to the stones, not aware of the tears on my cheeks. I
whisper softly, as soft as a feather, to them:
“I miss आप both so much. I...I प्यार आप two. I’m proud to...to be
your d-daughter. I wish आप could see that.”
I lean back and निगलना, निगल, निगल संकलन hard but it can’t stop the tears from coming.
I turn and start walking towards the gate when I hear it.
A gentle whisper, either a figment of my mind या just my imagination.
But as my hand rests on the cool metal of the gate, I swear I can hear
five softly spoken words:
“And we’re proud you’re ours.”
Prompt 3: Monkeys (requested द्वारा sadiebugz00)
“Ya know, आप look like a pwimate,” says the little three-year-old boy
to his friend as he watches him jump up and down on the ground while
waving his hands like a lunatic.
“A pwimate? ‘Wuzza pwimate?” his friend asks as he scratches dirt out
of his eye.
The boy looks at him and brings his hands to his armpits and sticks
his tongue out.
“‘Thith ‘thi ‘tha ‘thathay,” he manages with his tongue out.
His friend looks at him confusedly and asks, “Whajja say?”
The boy rolls his eyes and pulls his tongue back and says, “A pwimate
is see-me-lar to a monkey.”
He seems to be proud of using a big word and sticks nose into the air pompously.
The other boy scratches his head and asks, “You’re using big wowds,
Danny.” Then he squints at him, “You sho’ you’re not a pwimaid?
Uh...mwonkey या somefin’?”
Danny rolls his eyes once again and mutters, “Says the
pwimate-slash-monkey himself.” He looks at his friend, “Now आप gotta
wee-peet afta’ me. Pwi-mate is a monk-ey. Got it?”
His friend attempts to repeat his words and messes up. After several
और failed tries, Danny finally thrusts his hands into the air and
sighs.
“I gwive up wif’ आप Bobby. Wanna go make Lego monsters?”
Bobby grins and says, “Fwinally! Says the pwimait-swash-monkey himself.”
END OF PART TWO.
[i] A/N: Well I hope आप liked that. Yes, I am aware of how I slaughtered the English language in the third one but I did that to fit in the three साल old thing. Besides, that's how my lil' cousin talks :3 And I am indeed afraid of darkness :D
Anyways, hoep आप enjoyed पढ़ना as much as I enjoyed writing. Which one was your favorite? Leave prompt requests, feedback and whateveryouwant in the comments. Remember, the और requests and feedback, the faster I shall post the next. That's all, thanks for पढ़ना and until अगला time! :)
xx cuteypuffgirl
ALSO: If you're new here, here's part one: link Anyways, enjoy!
The Stranger's Musings: A Collection of Drabbles (Part Two)
Prompt 1: Darkness (requested द्वारा SweetHoneyBunny)
The darkness suffocates me.
I can’t see, I can’t breathe. My hands claw at nothingness as I
attempt to find a way out.
My breathing escalates. It feels as though my lungs are constricting.
Cold sweat breaks on my forehead and I find myself on the floor,
desperately trying to find some sort of light स्रोत to diminish this
demon.
It feels as though the darkness has grown hands and the hands have
locked around my throat, preventing me from breathing.
Panic begins to set in and I find myself screaming hysterically, my
palms banging against the floor.
I cannot escape this, I need to get out.
Words cannot describe my fear of darkness. I do not know where it
originated from but as long as I can remember, darkness reminded me of
vulnerability and defencelessness. Of death and hopelessness.
I have visions of cloaked strangers with deadly knives lurking in
corners, waiting to strike.
My head collides with a दीवार and I fall back, nearly in tears.
My fear is getting the best of me. I must find a way out, I think to
myself somewhere in the flurry of hysterical thoughts.
I pull myself off the ground and nearly scream as a cold breeze
attacks my shivering, tear-drenched face.
I take a deep breath and walk gingerly towards the opposite direction,
my hands in front of me, feeling my way around.
I nearly shriek in relief when my fingers close around the cold metal
of the doorknob.
Twisting it, I breathe deeply as bright sunlight assaults my face.
That will be the last time I go looking in the cellar, I think to myself.
The menacing hands of darkness have released their grip.
There is a time for facing fears. However it is not my time...
Yet.
Prompt 2: Orphan (requested द्वारा hgfan5602)
I am greeted द्वारा a light, cool breeze as my hands push the black iron
gate open, creaking like nails on a chalkboard.
The graveyard is small. A small square of yellow घास dotted with
gravestones and stone markers.
This is the place, I think to myself, taking a deep breath. My
fingers’ grip on the wilting white tighten as I start walking. Dried
yellow and red autumn leaves crunch under the pressure of my combat
boots, a fresh new sound in the land of silent death.
Each row of graves are marked with a tall poplar tree. I stop at the
fourth one, my eyes scanning the ground, looking.
I breathe deeply when I see them.
Two rectangular gravestones, interlocked and engraved on as one. The
लेखन is worn with age but I can still make it out.
Here lies Gabrielle and Matthew Cohen
1973 to 2012
Beloved sister, brother, mother, father,
son, daughter and friend.
May they rest in peace, forever and always.
I can barely mask the sob that escapes me.
I am an orphan. A lonely, parentless child left alone in the dark.
My parents were victims of a car crash. A drunk driver on a rainy day.
All their hard work, the solid foundation they had built on
rock-bottom, all taken away द्वारा a driver hitting high on the happy juice, stupid enough enough to get into a car with hail the size of bullets raining down.
They didn't even press charges.
It’s been five years yet I can’t go a दिन without remembering them.
I निगलना, निगल, निगल संकलन the bile that has risen in my throat and wipe away the dry
tears that have welled up in my eyes. I kneel down so I am level with
the stones. Breathing deeply I begin to speak, just like my therapist
told me too.
“Uh... Hi Mom, hi Dad.”
It feels silly talking to two stones in the ground but that was what
my therapist told me to do. To finally achieve closure. I breathe in
again and speak:
“Well it’s...it’s me, Abigail. आप know, your-your daughter from all
those...years ago?” I feel like crying now but I can’t stop speaking.
“It’s been, like, f-five years since आप last...uh...saw me,” I close
my eyes briefly, trying to imagine them in front of me, listening, “A
lot’s happened since then. I’m...I’m fifteen now for one thing.”
I clear my throat awkwardly, “I’m in high school now. Pretty cool, right?” I can
almost imagine them in front of me, smiling. I try to sound as natural
as possible, “It’s-It’s great but... Chemistry is just so freaking
hard...” I stop to laugh hollowly, “I mean, I प्यार school but
I...sometimes wish आप guys could help me out with it. It’s tough
stuff.”
I feel like I should stop but I find myself plowing on.
“I’m nearly six feet tall now,” I say, my fingers playing with the dead
grass, “People call me the Giant. I’m, like, the tallest in my grade.
Even my best friend Nadine says so. I find it really weird but there's nothing I can do about it. I'm, like, an outcast of sorts and..."
And before I know it, I am spilling my दिल out to the two stones in
front of me.
I tell them everything: from my past crushes to my प्रिय teachers,
about the state of my room to the strictness of my foster parents,
from my प्रिय आइस क्रीम flavor to my summer plans.
Everything.
It’s not until my phone rings, signaling it’s nearly five o'clock, do
I realise I’ve been there for almost an hour. Spilling my दिल out to
a pair of stones.
“Well...I-uh... I guess I have to go now,” even though I know I’m
saying goodbye to a pair of gravestones, for some reason I feel as if
it’s the right thing, “It was...great talking with आप guys.”
I sit up and dust off my jeans before laying my white rose right
between the graves.
Just as I am about to turn, a thought strikes me and look back.
I lean close to the stones, not aware of the tears on my cheeks. I
whisper softly, as soft as a feather, to them:
“I miss आप both so much. I...I प्यार आप two. I’m proud to...to be
your d-daughter. I wish आप could see that.”
I lean back and निगलना, निगल, निगल संकलन hard but it can’t stop the tears from coming.
I turn and start walking towards the gate when I hear it.
A gentle whisper, either a figment of my mind या just my imagination.
But as my hand rests on the cool metal of the gate, I swear I can hear
five softly spoken words:
“And we’re proud you’re ours.”
Prompt 3: Monkeys (requested द्वारा sadiebugz00)
“Ya know, आप look like a pwimate,” says the little three-year-old boy
to his friend as he watches him jump up and down on the ground while
waving his hands like a lunatic.
“A pwimate? ‘Wuzza pwimate?” his friend asks as he scratches dirt out
of his eye.
The boy looks at him and brings his hands to his armpits and sticks
his tongue out.
“‘Thith ‘thi ‘tha ‘thathay,” he manages with his tongue out.
His friend looks at him confusedly and asks, “Whajja say?”
The boy rolls his eyes and pulls his tongue back and says, “A pwimate
is see-me-lar to a monkey.”
He seems to be proud of using a big word and sticks nose into the air pompously.
The other boy scratches his head and asks, “You’re using big wowds,
Danny.” Then he squints at him, “You sho’ you’re not a pwimaid?
Uh...mwonkey या somefin’?”
Danny rolls his eyes once again and mutters, “Says the
pwimate-slash-monkey himself.” He looks at his friend, “Now आप gotta
wee-peet afta’ me. Pwi-mate is a monk-ey. Got it?”
His friend attempts to repeat his words and messes up. After several
और failed tries, Danny finally thrusts his hands into the air and
sighs.
“I gwive up wif’ आप Bobby. Wanna go make Lego monsters?”
Bobby grins and says, “Fwinally! Says the pwimait-swash-monkey himself.”
END OF PART TWO.
[i] A/N: Well I hope आप liked that. Yes, I am aware of how I slaughtered the English language in the third one but I did that to fit in the three साल old thing. Besides, that's how my lil' cousin talks :3 And I am indeed afraid of darkness :D
Anyways, hoep आप enjoyed पढ़ना as much as I enjoyed writing. Which one was your favorite? Leave prompt requests, feedback and whateveryouwant in the comments. Remember, the और requests and feedback, the faster I shall post the next. That's all, thanks for पढ़ना and until अगला time! :)
xx cuteypuffgirl
Tell me darling why आप cry,
Your tears stain the बिस्तर आप lay upon
Could it be आप miss the ones आप clung to so tight,
Nothing but a scared little fawn
The flames burnt away your past and future,
The hate did nothing but balance your grief
What now? That’s presents question,
Something so fragile like a branch being clung to द्वारा a leaf
Where is your mother little dove?
What happened to those loving others who filled your empty nest?
How many word of the world can आप rhyme with love?
Perhaps someday we will know with, proper care and rest
When pursuing dreams take chances and strive for nothing less than best
Then only then can आप be sure you’ve completed life’s most demanding quest
Your tears stain the बिस्तर आप lay upon
Could it be आप miss the ones आप clung to so tight,
Nothing but a scared little fawn
The flames burnt away your past and future,
The hate did nothing but balance your grief
What now? That’s presents question,
Something so fragile like a branch being clung to द्वारा a leaf
Where is your mother little dove?
What happened to those loving others who filled your empty nest?
How many word of the world can आप rhyme with love?
Perhaps someday we will know with, proper care and rest
When pursuing dreams take chances and strive for nothing less than best
Then only then can आप be sure you’ve completed life’s most demanding quest
Soar, soar
Soar beyond your wildest dreams.....
There's no limit
On how much आप can soar
No one can
Break your wings and kill you
Soar for the skies,
Don't let the feelin go
Just soar, soar like never before
No one's gonna stop you
From believin
There wasn't a time
When nobody could never soar
But there was a time
When people never believed
And tomorrow
Isn't the दिन to fall
And nobody's gonna push आप down
Oh almighty eagle
We're gonna be the powerful eagles
We're not gonna let anyone
Be our ruler,
We're not anyone's slave
Almighty eagle
Oh soar, soar towards the sky's height
And soar toward your dream
Let nothing keep आप away
Almighty eagle
Soar beyond your wildest dreams
And we're gonna fly tonight
Let nobody keep us down.
Life can be hard. Especially for me, Lily West, your almost-average 16-year-old girl. Most people think it's weird I'm bald. Others think I'm going to die. Then there's the occasional person who tries to take pity upon me. I'd rather they not, because some say it like I'm a helpless little कछुआ, कछुए on its back. Sometimes I wish I die already, and sometimes I wish that I was a completely different person. Yes, it's tough having cancer. I just wish that they would respect me for a person instead of a helpless little bug.
I stood द्वारा you,
Ever so proudly,
In the darkness of war,
Never betraying you,
Always द्वारा your side.
I protected you,
Never let आप down when
Things got rough,
I stood द्वारा you
Through दिन and night,
Summer and winter.
Stand द्वारा me now,
Be my loyal friend,
Never falter when the Fuhrer
Shoots his nasty gaze down at you.
Be strong,
My faithful friend.
Be strong,
And protect me from the evils
Of the world.
Be strong,
Never falter,
And always have courage.
Go now, my faithful friend.
Run free.
Ever so proudly,
In the darkness of war,
Never betraying you,
Always द्वारा your side.
I protected you,
Never let आप down when
Things got rough,
I stood द्वारा you
Through दिन and night,
Summer and winter.
Stand द्वारा me now,
Be my loyal friend,
Never falter when the Fuhrer
Shoots his nasty gaze down at you.
Be strong,
My faithful friend.
Be strong,
And protect me from the evils
Of the world.
Be strong,
Never falter,
And always have courage.
Go now, my faithful friend.
Run free.
Like आप don't have another care
Fight till the end.
Fight till the end,
Cuz आप got all ya power.
Fight like a trooper.
You've got hope
You've got strength
You've got प्यार on ya side,
So fight now.
Just fight now.
Fight till the end,
You've got all these people
Rootin for ya,
Rootin for ya.
You'll win the fight,
You'll freakin survive,
And you'll be proud
Cuz आप fought till the end,
And won it,
And won it.
Fight till the end,
You'll win.
Everything inside ya
Is powerful.
So fight till the end.
Just fight till the end.
AND FIGHT IT!!!
Prologue
Once upon a time... there once was a Beautiful Princess... named Twilight...her hair was White...her eyes were blue...and she was the most beautiful in the land...
But there was only one problem... she had never loved... and that was her undoing... she had brought a young Wizard into the Castle... She was the most rude and mean person he had ever met...
So the young Wizard cursed her... and she was turned into a terrifying Dragon... and no one visited her ... Now no one would ever प्यार her... everyone was afraid of her...
But she knew she would embrace प्यार someday... someday ...
And that is where our story begins...
Once upon a time... there once was a Beautiful Princess... named Twilight...her hair was White...her eyes were blue...and she was the most beautiful in the land...
But there was only one problem... she had never loved... and that was her undoing... she had brought a young Wizard into the Castle... She was the most rude and mean person he had ever met...
So the young Wizard cursed her... and she was turned into a terrifying Dragon... and no one visited her ... Now no one would ever प्यार her... everyone was afraid of her...
But she knew she would embrace प्यार someday... someday ...
And that is where our story begins...