Dry laughterBlood driped slowly out from the wound, like rain drizzling on a window pane. "Drip drip drip," over and over; never stoping. The fabric of her pale, blush-blue sweater soaked it up, staining it crimson. She laughed, a dry, humorless laugh; for she knows she going to die. Alone, cold, and at the hands of someone she loved. She dosen't care about anything anmore though, not now. Suddenly the pain grows....hazy, not as sharp. It's warmer now too, less cold and forbidding. She feels lighter, as the world goes white, and fuzzy. She's happy.
Ray toro the king of cakesGather around children, and I will tell you the tale of "Ray toro the king of cakes and the troublesome cupcake." I shall now start, *Ahem*Ray toro is the king of ALL cakes. Not "A few" not "A lot" ALL cakes. He also was a very firm leader, he rules with a iron fist! All of the cakes live in small villages scatterd across the country of Caketopia, according to cake type."Cheese cakes" Live west of east, "Upside down cakes" Live east of west. "Wedding cakes" Live in lovers lane, "I-Just-Broke-Up-With-My-Boyfriend-And-I-Need-Comfort-Food Cakes" Live in heart-break-city. And so on and so forth, all except fruit cakes. THEY live in the outskirts of the land, (Mostly because no one likes them, and they arn't very talkative.)Now there once was a sweet, good, pretty young upside down cake, her name was caketrissia. One day she met a vanilla cake by the name of frostington, she thought he had very handsome sprinkles.They became very good friends and then, they became "culinary's school fo
Child!RussiaXBabysiter!readerYou stand in front of a huge house, your _____ eyes wide and unbelieving. Raising your hand up and glancing at the paper clutched in your fist.It's the right address, but you still can NOT belive this is the house. "This place it frign' HUGE." You mumble, steping through the gate and walking quickly up the walkway. You stumble over a lose rock, almost blow out a flip-flop in the process.You manage to reach the the front door without killing yourself, and knock on the door. A small boy opens the door, gazing up at you with bright purple eyes. "Hallo." He said, his words muffled by the child-sized scarf he had. "You are the new sittor Da?" You blink, he has a accent at this age? Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you smile and stick out your hand. "Hello little one my name is _____ what's yours?" "Ivan Bravinksy, You are new sitter Da?" You nod "Where is your mommy and daddy?" He stares up at you seemingly unblinking, his little mouth covered in scarf. "already gone to party thi
Child!russiaXbabysiter! Reader : INTROYou push your hair out of your face and sigh, It's been three weeks since your last job (Your boss was a HORRIBLE drunken albino german,who insisted he was "PRUSSIAN". What ever THAT is.) and you are running out of options. You scan the paper,finding to job listing's settle back in your seat and start to read. "Looking for a full time cat sitter, weekends proffered. Pay is 20 euro's a week." 'Nope. Next one.' "In need of a sexy maid for a sexy french god of se-." 'WHAT THE?' You shake your head, "Don't even want to know." You mumble siping your tea."In need of a baby sitter mon-fri,pay is good and child is well behaved." You study this one for a moment "Well not very descriptive, but It doesn't sound TOO weird." You call the number that's listed, and a man with a think Russian accent answers. It take you a few moment's to make out what he's saying, but you make out they want you to start tomorow at eight.
crimson furHe wobbled towards the bear,his knees buckling underneath his own weight. "K-kumos-sabi....I..I did it!!" He laughed A insane high pitched giggle. Blood ran down his face and mingled with his tears, smearing over his glasses. "Th-they forgot me, s-so I made m-my face the last thing th-they saw!" More insane giggling. Kumajiro Didn't know what to do,whether run or not. He didn't want to be afraid, this was his master,his friend, the one who fed him. But Whats-his-name was....different somehow, less...quiet. Canada had almost made it to kuma by this point, He had fallen halfway and was now crawling on h
ezekielThe first time she sensed his presence she was walking home from school. Passing by the old,run down park, she glanced up. Her eyes searching for the origin of the strange noise. Finding nothing, she continued her trek for home. From that point on, she knew he was there. He watched her, stalked her, simply watching and nothing more, but it was enough. She tried telling her parents, and obviously they didn't believe her. "No one is watching you." they said, in voices so calm it was almost sickening. "It's only your imagination." Sickening, to say in the least. Time bore on, and it still watched her, (she asumed it was male). This went on for a few months, her sanity was almost shot, almost but no quit yet. This day she felt it worse than any other, she felt him studying her,watching her,waiting....for what? Alas,she had no answer to the question.The feeling of being watched burns, but at the same time it feels like ice.Today, it was so bad it felt like her spine was on fire.S