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Still-life.The best of my paintings:the hum ofa sad piano,a morning cigarette,and a graveside angel;all I ever wanted.
Feelings with no namesi.The feeling you get the day after sending a letter, and you know there is no possible way that the recipient has received your message yet, let alone formulated time to write a reply, but you still get just a little hopeful when you hear the mailman drive by and rush out to the postbox a little too quickly and are disappointed by the pile of free coupons, bills, charity flyers, and a late Christmas card from Grandma Moses.ii.The noise of a faraway car driving late at night, or perhaps early in the morning, in that sleepy place somewhere between consciousness and dreaming where everything is warm and vaguely fuzzy. The remote sound of tires on asphalt speaks to a sense of curiosity – where are they going? Why so early? – but the blankets are so heavy, your eyes are so heavy, and before you can wonder anymore, the car is long gone and you are long gone, carving out a hollow place to rest in just a few hours more.iii.A sudden awareness that occurs during funerals that y
Stubborn ~ DeanxReaderAll the movies? They’re wrong. It’s not as glorified as they say, and it’s a lot faster. Sudden. Less dignified. A small, disgusted smirk crossed your lips.You tried to change your thoughts, however. Make this less of a chick flick moment, those cheesy situations that Dean loathes so much, but you can’t. You just can’t banish his face from your mind. His laugh. His smile. Just him.And memories begin to flood your head.* * * *You swung the silver knife at the shifter’s head, standing protectively between it and your sister, Anya, who lay in a bloody heap on the floor.Her arm was scratched badly, and she clutched it to her chest, grimacing and trembling as she blinked up at you with wide brown eyes. Her black pleather jacket was torn and blood splattered her tight jeans. You could see a dark smear on the ground in front of her.“Damn it, Anya! Run!” you snarled at her, frantically dodging as the s
Forbidden - Dean Winchester x Reader - Chapter 1Forbidden - Teacher!Dean x Student!Reader~ Your P.O.V. ~Forbidden.Forbidden love stories.Those were my favorite ones ever since I was a little girl. Ever since I could remember myself. Ever since I could remember my mother reading those stories to me. Stories of forbidden loves. Stories of a princess falling for an unprivileged but nice guy. Stories of an angel falling for a demon, though still good. Stories of a human girl falling for an angel boy or the other way round.Stories of forbidden love.You may call me helplessly romantic but I just can't help it.Yes, those were and still are my favorite stories.Stories of two completely opposite people falling in love but not being able to be with each other. Of all the hardships they had to go through, all the obstacles and difficulties they had to overcome and all the pain they had to experience just so that they could be together.Together.In the end they would be together.That's how every story ended and t
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Request: The Nightlight IncidentDrew muttered to herself as she marched from cabin to cabin. She blamed Piper for this. Well, she blamed Piper for everything, but this especially. Chiron had announced that an Aphrodite camper had to do inspection that week and dear Miss McLean had decided to take a vote as to who would be saddled with inspection duty. Drew was elected. So she scowled at campers who failed to get their cabins in order in time, scribbled on her clipboard, gave the Athena cabin two out of five purely because Annabeth was dating Percy, and steered clear of Nico’s cabin altogether. He was at Camp Jupiter anyway. When she got to Cabin Three, she knocked on the door—as was protocol— and barged in without waiting for an answer—as was her personal protocol. She had things to do anyway and this would only take a minute. Surprisingly, Percy’s cabin was almost immaculate. Chiron had said it would take Percy some time to get used to things being so normal, so it
Melodious  (CastielxReader)Song: River Flows in You - YirumaThat’s when I knew.The hunt was finished, it was over and done. This one ended a bit differently – Sam, Dean, Cas and you stayed to watch the remnants of the wendigo you killed burn out. It was solemn, the four of you realized that this was what you left in your wake. A trail of bodies, charred bones, smoking, putrid flesh. None of you really felt bad or sorry, however. These were monsters after all. A body count of millions on all of them.The four of you left, inevitably, but it seemed that in the time you spent at the site of the burning wendigo you had forgotten the exact path you had taken from the Impala, and you ended up straying.It wasn’t long until you found yourselves at a clearing in the forest where a house stood not marked on any map – rotting away and breaking down amongst a sea of swaying tall grass. Resourceful as you were, you couldn
An Ending Worth Waiting ForPercy slid out the door and spotted Annabeth a little ways away leaning over the Argo II's rail. He walked toward her, noticing absent details like the fact that her hair was out of its usual ponytail and blowing freely in the breeze."Hey," he said coming up behind her. "Why aren't you inside partying with all the others?"Annabeth glanced over her shoulder and shrugged. Her hands fiddled with the beads on her necklace. "I don't know. Just needed to think I guess."Percy shook his head. "We win a war and you want to sit out here and think." It was just so Annabeth.She turned and punched him in the shoulder. "Shut up, Seaweed Brain."He smiled and lifted one of her hands off her necklace, threading their fingers together. "Well I think the amazing Miss Chase deserves at least one victory dance of the night."She stared at their twined hands. "You know, technically its morning."Percy rolled his eyes. "We're dancing," he pulled her close. "Even if you don't want to."
A Girl May Suffer Many Demons For One Angel “Heya, Sammy. Um...mind visiting a hospital for me?” (Name) mumbled into the phone. “Sure, which hospital and why?” Sam asked. “Allegheny General…in Pittsburgh…” “Pittsburgh? That’s out by where you live. Why do you need us to stop there?” “To pick me up.” She answered tentatively. “Oh. OH!” Realization hit Sam in moments and he nudged Dean, “We’ll be there around seven. You’re going to explain when we get there.” He hung up. “Dean, we’re going to Pittsburgh.”
(ReaderXCas) For Tsuki-no-Usagi-1995"I can't believe I'm doing this," you muttered quietly, tugging down the hem of the black dress you were wearing. It ended a little high on your thighs for you to be entirely comfortable."Yeah, I can't either," Dean growled. He was standing beside you, wearing a suit. Cas stood behind you, dressed in one of Dean's other "FBI" suits. It looked a little big on him, but it worked better for the situation than his normal clothes. "At least you get to be with Cas, and not flirting with someone old enough to be your mom," he continued, glancing around the outdoor gardens."Yeah, yeah, suck it up," you muttered under your breath.The museum loomed in front of the three of you. It had once been an old plantation, before it was turned into a museum. Tonight, it was holding a fancy exhibition showcasing some famous films they had recently acquired, and raising money for some charity or another. Dean had scored three tickets for you from a local "ghost enthusiast" that you had been getting help