A/N: I love love loved the feedback I got for Part One! Not to mention the prompts :) I love آپ guys and I hope آپ enjoy this one! مزید feedback equals faster posts. Happy reading :)
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 سے طرف کی 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 ذریعہ 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 دیوار 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 سے طرف کی hgfan5602)
I am greeted سے طرف کی 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 گھاس 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
writing 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 سے طرف کی 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 دن without remembering them.
I نگلنا 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. آپ 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 آپ 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 love school but
I...sometimes wish آپ 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 دل out to the two stones in
front of me.
I tell them everything: from my past crushes to my پسندیدہ teachers,
about the state of my room to the strictness of my foster parents,
from my پسندیدہ ice-cream 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 دل 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 آپ 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 آپ both so much. I...I love آپ two. I’m proud to...to be
your d-daughter. I wish آپ could see that.”
I lean back and نگلنا 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 یا 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 سے طرف کی sadiebugz00)
“Ya know, آپ 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 یا somefin’?”
Danny rolls his eyes once again and mutters, “Says the
pwimate-slash-monkey himself.” He looks at his friend, “Now آپ 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
مزید failed tries, Danny finally thrusts his hands into the air and
sighs.
“I gwive up wif’ آپ 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 آپ 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 سال old thing. Besides, that's how my lil' cousin talks :3 And I am indeed afraid of darkness :D
Anyways, hoep آپ enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing. Which one was your favorite? Leave prompt requests, feedback and whateveryouwant in the comments. Remember, the مزید requests and feedback, the faster I shall post the next. That's all, thanks for reading and until اگلے 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 سے طرف کی 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 ذریعہ 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 دیوار 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 سے طرف کی hgfan5602)
I am greeted سے طرف کی 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 گھاس 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
writing 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 سے طرف کی 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 دن without remembering them.
I نگلنا 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. آپ 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 آپ 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 love school but
I...sometimes wish آپ 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 دل out to the two stones in
front of me.
I tell them everything: from my past crushes to my پسندیدہ teachers,
about the state of my room to the strictness of my foster parents,
from my پسندیدہ ice-cream 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 دل 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 آپ 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 آپ both so much. I...I love آپ two. I’m proud to...to be
your d-daughter. I wish آپ could see that.”
I lean back and نگلنا 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 یا 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 سے طرف کی sadiebugz00)
“Ya know, آپ 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 یا somefin’?”
Danny rolls his eyes once again and mutters, “Says the
pwimate-slash-monkey himself.” He looks at his friend, “Now آپ 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
مزید failed tries, Danny finally thrusts his hands into the air and
sighs.
“I gwive up wif’ آپ 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 آپ 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 سال old thing. Besides, that's how my lil' cousin talks :3 And I am indeed afraid of darkness :D
Anyways, hoep آپ enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing. Which one was your favorite? Leave prompt requests, feedback and whateveryouwant in the comments. Remember, the مزید requests and feedback, the faster I shall post the next. That's all, thanks for reading and until اگلے time! :)
xx cuteypuffgirl
This is what آپ call the Earth
This is what people call the world
This is what we call life
We can't go on pretending دن سے طرف کی day
That good things will always happen
Stormy days will come, it's not a miracle
But the storm will end soon, and all will be clear again
Heavy rain's crashing against my windowsill
I think, when will this ever stop?
The thunder's crashing against the trees outside
Today's not going to be a fine day, but it will end
I woke up this morning and guess what I saw
Bright sunny mornings with a clear future
No one's gonna stop me from believin
The rain stopped and the future's bright again
Good and bad create our lives
We can't pretend that everything's gonna always be alright
It's hard to think that something's gonna be wrong
But it's the truth, the whole truth.
We can't go on دن سے طرف کی دن pretending
Everything's gonna be alright
But we know that sunny days will come out
Soon یا later.
It's sad
It's the truth
Fighting through what it is
But I'll be stronger
I've gone through
Mounds of pain
I've been through
The deepest waters
Nobody can change my past
It's the truth, and it changed me
Sad to even hear the truth
Sad to...say the truth
Reality's always sad
And no one's gonna escape it.
It's how I became who I am today
It's how I didn't brag.
Why does this have to happen?
Why did it have to end?
Why does the world have to be so confusing?
Why did the fun have to end?
The world's just a crazy place
And no one's gonna stop that thought
Cause I'm broken for good...
Because of...the truth.
It's the truth
Fighting through what it is
But I'll be stronger
I've gone through
Mounds of pain
I've been through
The deepest waters
Nobody can change my past
It's the truth, and it changed me
Sad to even hear the truth
Sad to...say the truth
Reality's always sad
And no one's gonna escape it.
It's how I became who I am today
It's how I didn't brag.
Why does this have to happen?
Why did it have to end?
Why does the world have to be so confusing?
Why did the fun have to end?
The world's just a crazy place
And no one's gonna stop that thought
Cause I'm broken for good...
Because of...the truth.