A/N: Ok, this is just a short, about 500 word drabble I came up with. It's about 7-year-old Alice and her drunk derpressed father, called, of course, 'Daddy'. It's not much, but I though I'd post it. Constructive critisizm is welcome.
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The smell of his breath came off in waves of grief and alcohol mixed into what could be described as inner turmoil. Although Alice barely gave a thought to the bottle of whiskey in his hand, as she was più preoccupied with not throwing up from the smell of her father she should have gotten used to in the few weeks that passed. Outside’s mocking sun shined through the window, a reminder that time was passing that didn’t seem to get through the house grieving of its missing occupant.
Grimly, Alice tugged at the torn sleeve of her father’s overly worn shirt, causing him to stir from his unconscious sleep, the whiskey falling out of his grip and spilling over Alice’s school clothes.
“Ugh.” Alice mumbled, catching the bottle over her pants before it could spill over more, setting it at the floor on the edge of the old ragged sofa.
“Love bug?” she heard her father’s nickname for her, hoarse and barely audible, unlike the love-y its-gonna-be-alright fatherly tone he usually used with her, reassuring and annoying at the same time.
“Hi dad,” Alice told him, attempting a smile for his benefit, but what she was sure came out like più of a grimace then anything.
“Why aren’t ya in school?” he asked, his speech coming out slurred, his face mostrare no attempt at disapproval.
Alice shrugged. She hadn’t been to school for two weeks.
“Yur mum was supposta take you.” her father murmured, his voice already fading. He took the bottle of whiskey from the floor, frowning at the amount left of its contents.
A shock of agonizing pain went through Alice’s cuore as she thought of her mother. Alice opened her mouth, preparing to say ‘Momma’s gone, she left’, but decided against it.
“I guess she forgot.”
“Well, it doesn’t matter,” he said, smiling a drunken smile. “Now I got my little bug to myself for the whole day.” he exclaimed, a faint happiness in his voice.
But he was already fading, the alcohol taking its toll so soon after relieving it. A mixture of bile and something else went up Alice’s throat, tears stinging her eyes.
“Yeah dad.” Alice detto softly, speaking in a prayer. “The whole day. Just us.”
“My little girl...” he mumbled one last time before he closed his eyes again.
Outside in the distance a corvo laughed, and the children played. Mothers yelled out at their children in the front of their yards, and the children rolled their eyes at each other. Couples shared a secret, whispering things in each other’s ears that would make them both laugh. Loners walked along the sidewalk, staring into space, a mysterious mist surrounding them.
The clouds passed through the sun, giving the world an odd moment of silence and timelessness. The wind whispered a few secrets, but the plants never moved. Tumble weeds held their breaths.
Just for a moment.
Then the sun came out, Victorious as the world started to sposta again. But instead celebrating the sun, Alice decided to live in brief moment the clouds granted her.
Fulfilling a silent promise, Alice crawled up into her father’s arms, ignoring the lump fighting up her throat, never minding she wouldn’t be able to sleep.
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The smell of his breath came off in waves of grief and alcohol mixed into what could be described as inner turmoil. Although Alice barely gave a thought to the bottle of whiskey in his hand, as she was più preoccupied with not throwing up from the smell of her father she should have gotten used to in the few weeks that passed. Outside’s mocking sun shined through the window, a reminder that time was passing that didn’t seem to get through the house grieving of its missing occupant.
Grimly, Alice tugged at the torn sleeve of her father’s overly worn shirt, causing him to stir from his unconscious sleep, the whiskey falling out of his grip and spilling over Alice’s school clothes.
“Ugh.” Alice mumbled, catching the bottle over her pants before it could spill over more, setting it at the floor on the edge of the old ragged sofa.
“Love bug?” she heard her father’s nickname for her, hoarse and barely audible, unlike the love-y its-gonna-be-alright fatherly tone he usually used with her, reassuring and annoying at the same time.
“Hi dad,” Alice told him, attempting a smile for his benefit, but what she was sure came out like più of a grimace then anything.
“Why aren’t ya in school?” he asked, his speech coming out slurred, his face mostrare no attempt at disapproval.
Alice shrugged. She hadn’t been to school for two weeks.
“Yur mum was supposta take you.” her father murmured, his voice already fading. He took the bottle of whiskey from the floor, frowning at the amount left of its contents.
A shock of agonizing pain went through Alice’s cuore as she thought of her mother. Alice opened her mouth, preparing to say ‘Momma’s gone, she left’, but decided against it.
“I guess she forgot.”
“Well, it doesn’t matter,” he said, smiling a drunken smile. “Now I got my little bug to myself for the whole day.” he exclaimed, a faint happiness in his voice.
But he was already fading, the alcohol taking its toll so soon after relieving it. A mixture of bile and something else went up Alice’s throat, tears stinging her eyes.
“Yeah dad.” Alice detto softly, speaking in a prayer. “The whole day. Just us.”
“My little girl...” he mumbled one last time before he closed his eyes again.
Outside in the distance a corvo laughed, and the children played. Mothers yelled out at their children in the front of their yards, and the children rolled their eyes at each other. Couples shared a secret, whispering things in each other’s ears that would make them both laugh. Loners walked along the sidewalk, staring into space, a mysterious mist surrounding them.
The clouds passed through the sun, giving the world an odd moment of silence and timelessness. The wind whispered a few secrets, but the plants never moved. Tumble weeds held their breaths.
Just for a moment.
Then the sun came out, Victorious as the world started to sposta again. But instead celebrating the sun, Alice decided to live in brief moment the clouds granted her.
Fulfilling a silent promise, Alice crawled up into her father’s arms, ignoring the lump fighting up her throat, never minding she wouldn’t be able to sleep.
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Once i was having a giorno dream about this story. And it brang me to this. A story about AshleyxDamon.
Chapter 1: Sunset
Sitting in an oak tree,a young 13 anno old was Scrivere a letter to her father in Tokyo. He was doing research. Then her twin Austin came. "What are te doing here?," she asked. "I Amore the sunset", Austin said. "That's why i'm here," Ashley said. They watched the beautiful sunset and went in they're vintage home. "Ashley who is the letter for,"Austin asked. " Dad," she answered. "Dinner te guys," there mother said. And they went inside.
Credit to breebree446
Kalie's P.O.V
we saw the zombies coming our direction.we got our arrows ready. we were slowly walkinng when Anny falls on a coprse. we saw it was the scientist,. she screams in a high pitched. i wuickly cover her mouth. one zombie came da the pale grey skin. peeled bloody patches. white grey eyes. the rotten meat odor. i shoot it wtih the bullet. the blood flying. we went runnig. so we were the only ones alive. thats why the testers wanted us. they thought we were effected. well we are clean. for now. we kept running the growling of zombies behind us. i trun and see one of them grab anny's neck. i shoot them and they fall guts going. i grab her and check her. luckily she was alright. i sigh in relief and carry her over my shoulder. we were runnig when their was a cliff. now what?
we saw the zombies coming our direction.we got our arrows ready. we were slowly walkinng when Anny falls on a coprse. we saw it was the scientist,. she screams in a high pitched. i wuickly cover her mouth. one zombie came da the pale grey skin. peeled bloody patches. white grey eyes. the rotten meat odor. i shoot it wtih the bullet. the blood flying. we went runnig. so we were the only ones alive. thats why the testers wanted us. they thought we were effected. well we are clean. for now. we kept running the growling of zombies behind us. i trun and see one of them grab anny's neck. i shoot them and they fall guts going. i grab her and check her. luckily she was alright. i sigh in relief and carry her over my shoulder. we were runnig when their was a cliff. now what?
this is a fan fiction of the novel, Darker Still, da Leanna Renee Hieber.
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Disclaimer: Ms. Hieber own the rights to the book Darker Still.
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Summary: In New York, 1880, Natalie Stewart fell in Amore with Lord Denbury, known as Johnathon Whitby to family and close friends, who was trapped in a painting; and under a curse. With the help of family friend, Evelyn Northe, she is able to free him, and they leave the state.
But history repeats itself.
Now, in present giorno New York, 13 anno old Katia Whitby (Natalie's Greatx6 granddaughter)has become entranced da a painting which seems oddly alive. Katia is also mute, like Natalie was. She seems to some of the same abilities that her great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother did. Because her father works for the local museum of art, she's able to see the incredible painting with which she's obsessed più often. But is that really best?
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Disclaimer: Ms. Hieber own the rights to the book Darker Still.
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Summary: In New York, 1880, Natalie Stewart fell in Amore with Lord Denbury, known as Johnathon Whitby to family and close friends, who was trapped in a painting; and under a curse. With the help of family friend, Evelyn Northe, she is able to free him, and they leave the state.
But history repeats itself.
Now, in present giorno New York, 13 anno old Katia Whitby (Natalie's Greatx6 granddaughter)has become entranced da a painting which seems oddly alive. Katia is also mute, like Natalie was. She seems to some of the same abilities that her great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother did. Because her father works for the local museum of art, she's able to see the incredible painting with which she's obsessed più often. But is that really best?
How I long to be back in my sweet haven,
Covered in blankets,
Replenished with water and the works,
Right now.
But.
I am not always so lucky to have one
For I am not your regular kid
Who always is lucky to have everything
For...
I am not a kid
I am not a person with a home
I am...
An infamous vagabond
Known for many cases of murder
And everything that I consider to be
My hobby.
I Amore being a bad vagabond.
Being bad's how I live.
So live with it.
o get killed.
This.
Very.
Instant.
Covered in blankets,
Replenished with water and the works,
Right now.
But.
I am not always so lucky to have one
For I am not your regular kid
Who always is lucky to have everything
For...
I am not a kid
I am not a person with a home
I am...
An infamous vagabond
Known for many cases of murder
And everything that I consider to be
My hobby.
I Amore being a bad vagabond.
Being bad's how I live.
So live with it.
o get killed.
This.
Very.
Instant.
Fire.
It is destruction.
But yet,
it shines beauty, and;
it is the gift of rebirth,
new beginnings,
the strength that boils within your soul,
bumbling deep inside
beneath the surface
waiting for te to
spread your wings like a phoenix,
showering te with the fire
waiting to burst to the surface and shine.
Fire,
its energy,
raw and primal energy
one so old,
the flames cry a thousand tears,
of souls Lost within its flames,
their souls,
live within the fire's kiss
eternally,
becoming one with the fire,
and be reborn,
forever and eternal
as a phoenix...
the soul immortal
as is the fire,
wild, passionate, primodial
can it be tamed?
No. can Amore be tamed? No
Amore is like the fires....untamed, unstoppable...
it consumes,
like a fire's kiss.
Do te dare to play a fire's game??
It is destruction.
But yet,
it shines beauty, and;
it is the gift of rebirth,
new beginnings,
the strength that boils within your soul,
bumbling deep inside
beneath the surface
waiting for te to
spread your wings like a phoenix,
showering te with the fire
waiting to burst to the surface and shine.
Fire,
its energy,
raw and primal energy
one so old,
the flames cry a thousand tears,
of souls Lost within its flames,
their souls,
live within the fire's kiss
eternally,
becoming one with the fire,
and be reborn,
forever and eternal
as a phoenix...
the soul immortal
as is the fire,
wild, passionate, primodial
can it be tamed?
No. can Amore be tamed? No
Amore is like the fires....untamed, unstoppable...
it consumes,
like a fire's kiss.
Do te dare to play a fire's game??