Ricordare

As you walked on stage, thousands of cheers were heard from the crowd below. Grabbing the microphone in the middle of the stage, the crowd started to hush as you started to sing the first song. The moment of silence didn't last long though, as the chants grew spontaneously louder by the time the drums kicked in. Hoping not to lose this momentum of cheering (which at the end was deemed an impossible act), you began to sing at the top of your longs, feeling the adrenaline throughout the crowd rise to new heights. The bass and guitar cut in, officially beginning the start of another long, loud, and exciting concert. Parallel to the music that

The minutes felt like hours as the two of you dragged Feliciano on to the nearby mattress, your thoughts filled with a combination of confusion and betrayal. Feliciano had to be lying, he just had to be. There's only one person that it could be... You thought as you bit down on your lower lip, tasting the bitterness of blood start to drip onto your tongue. You could care less about it though. If anything, it was the only thing keeping you from losing face. "______," You heard Lovino say as you looked up nervously. His face was obviously pissed, but it seemed to soften as he looked over to your fidgeting self. "Are you okay? You look like yo

"I told you, either show me something I know is capable of matching my standards, or get out. I don't need these self absorbed models or gaudy outfits in any one of my shots." You said bluntly, throwing the multiple profiles back onto the black desk. The supervisor glared, grabbing his belongings and storming out of the office. A loud sigh came from your assistant, who had listened to the argument and was currently cleaning the camera lenses. "______, this is the sixth request this week you've rejected. You'll need to accept a job sooner or later." Toris said, a worried look on his face. You scoffed, taking a long sip from your drink off to

You woke up from a long restless sleep. As you tried to get back to sleep however, your uncle started calling you. " _____! Get yer lazy ass up to the kitchen! It's breakfast time soon!" You groaned as you reluctantly got out of your bed. You loved your uncle, but he was one to wake you up at the crack of dawn no matter what. As usual you brushed your (h/c) hair. Then with a wet cloth, you wiped your (e/c) eyes filled with blue speckles. You received this unnatural trait from your father. Putting on a beige dress that wasn't too fancy for a day of chores and a locked locket given by your mother, you walked to the kitchen. Stepping into th

Urgh! You thought as a hit landed hard on your cheek, causing you to step back in recoil. Regaining back your stance, you started forward, throwing hit after hit to your opponent in front of you. Though they tried to block it, you managed to pounded in a number of punches that they eventually were trapped in the corner. Adrenaline burning through your body, you ignored the pain building up in your arms and continued raining down the punches in quick time, never letting your opponent regain there composure. After what seemed like just a few seconds of continuous strikes and jabs, you were forced back by the referee, who helped you realize tha

"Ve! This is just perfect for sketches!" The excited voice cheered, looking everywhere with delight. From the pretty blue skies over the green field to the single humongous stone pine tree overlooking the horizon, no other setting seemed to show such simplicity. You smiled, following your friend while holding the two of your notebooks. "If only we didn't need to do it for next week's judging." You sighed, seeing him put the wide cloth on the ground. He smiled, sitting cheerfully on the ground. "Just pretend it's not for a project this time, si? It'll be nicer if there's nothing to worry for." He spoke with optimism, seeing you sit beside hi

"Hey ______, hey ______, hey ______, hey _____-" "What the fuck is it Gilbert?!" You groaned, slamming your laptop shut and turning your head towards the albino that was continuously poking your head. He smirked, his eyes sparkling deviously. "You know what day it is today?" He asked, pointing to the well-placed calendar on the wall. You narrowed your eyes and looked at the dates. "Laundry day? Grocery day? The day where you finally get laid-" He shook his head. "Nein! And for that last comment, I have so gotten some!" You opened your computer and put one of your earphones in. "Don't need to hear about your crazy sex life dude. We all kn

"Get away from here Princess!" A voice called as you were tending to the garden. Looking towards the left, you saw a group of soldiers running into the sound of gunfire. Filled with worry, you quickly ran inside where your personal advisor, Arthur Kirkland, was talking to one of the head knights. As he looked up at you, an expression of relief was soon replaced by concern. "We need to get you out of the castle Miss ______. Quickly, before they start advancing here."  He said, grabbing the map from the knight's hands. Leading you down to the kitchen, you were still confused about the situation. "What's happening, Arthur? We haven't fought in

"Hello miss, may I have this dance?" Turning your head, your were met with a pathetic excuse of a man. Not only did he need to lose quite a number of pounds, but his smile was oozing with fake courtesy. Reluctantly, you accepted, having no other choice than to walk over to the dance floor and taking his hands. You smiled, though your mind disgusted with how sweaty his palm was, and how low his other hand was placed. His eyes looked down at your cleavage like an animal, his feeble-minded brain traveling into rotten fantasies that made you sick. Concentrating on the slow, hypnotic music, you began to lead the dance steps while attempting to k

"Ah, what a long night." The Finnish man sighed as he landed his red sleigh on his rooftop, smiling as the reindeer started drifting off to sleep. Unhooking each of their reins, he watched them fly quietly into the stables nearby, going into each of their designated spots. He decided to leave the sleigh on the roof till morning. Climbing down the chimney, his foot landed softly on the stone floor, happy that he had cleaned it before he left. As he climbed out, his black boots met with the familiar hard wood floor, a bit of noise in his quiet house. His eyes quickly trailed over to kitchen door, which a beam of light shown through the open cr