Writing Dump

(DEATH lol)

I looked death in the face, its pale bony face.  A skull was all that was there, and a sort of horse breathing noise came from where its nose would be.  The jaw opened and a deep cracking sound that sounded like crunching bones came out. A shiver ran down my spine and I licked my lips. The jaw closed with a clack of teeth, its movements almost mechanical. Its skeleton hands moved towards me, the steel scythe that was twice as tall as me in them. I watched the chipped blade come closer and closer and I began to think 'this is it; he'll rip my throat out with his scythe and ill move on to wherever.' Still I looked him in his face. I wasn't afraid.

The scythe came closer the bony finger closing around the tool. Then it stopped moving. He stopped moving. I was confused; the scythe was displayed in front of me now.

"You want me to take it?" I asked. Those soulless eyes sockets stared back as me as he nodded slowly with a creaking sound. He wheezed in and out as i stood before him. The black cloak swayed in a wind that only he felt. We stood facing each other, and time went on.

Then I cautiously reached out to the warped wooden stick and grasped it with one hand.  The dark wood was surprisingly smooth and it seemed to fit my hand perfectly. Death wheezed as his hands released the scythe. I held it, balanced in my hand. It was surprisingly light and warm. The tools seemed to emanate warmth off of it. I felt the weight of it in my hands, and looked from the scythe back to death.  Something strange was happening; it appeared the he was disintegrating.  Particles of his black cloak began flying away, faster and faster starting from the bottom. Soon I and what was left of my dear friend were surrounded by a torrent of black dust. Just before his face was gone he said one thing to me in that rusted wheezy voice of his. "Thank you."  

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(yuri gerita)

"Feli, don't cry." The Italian girls eyes widened and the steady flow of tears stopped. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw a pair of shiny black boots step into sight. Slowly Feliciana raised her head to see a tall German girl who might've been very scary had is not been for her kind blue eyes the color of ice. "It's unbecoming of a soldier to cry." She said and knelt down in front of her. Taking off a black glove Louise wiped away her tears with her thumb, and left it lingering on the Italian’s cheeks. Finally he hand dropped and she met Feliciana's big amber eyes.

"I'm sorry, I-I just-" suddenly she felt silly, Louise was in front of her, how could she ever say that she had been sad because she thought that the German was never coming back?

"It's alright Feli" Louise said and pulled the Italian into a hug. "I missed you so much; I thought I might never see you again." Feliciana hugged her friend back, tears threatening her again. "I'm so sorry Feli, I'm so sorry" Louise said.

"What could you be sorry for?" Feliciana was confused.

"I shouldn't have left like that. I shouldn't-I was just so scared of how much I was in love with you." Feliciana gasped and she felt Louise stiffen. "I-I didn't mean to I'm-" Louise released Feliciana and stood, and Feli stood with her. Louise looked away. "I didn't mean to say that" she said quietly. "I should go now." Louise turned around to walk away.

"No!" Feliciana cried out. She grabbed the German girl and turned her around and kissed her. Then she separated from her, her heart hammering in her chest. Louise looked stunned and a little confused. Feliciana watched her with big amber eyes, widened in fear of what Louise would say. Then Louise grabbed Feli and kissed her softly, then whispered "I'm sorry."

"Don't say that. Don't say that. Just say that you are here, here with me."

"I am here Feliciana, I am here with you." Feliciana took Louise's face in her hands and Louise wrapped her arms around the smaller girl’s waist. "Ich liebe dich Feliciana."

"Ti amo pure Louise." And she kissed her again. Then the two fell to their knees, wrapped in each other’s arms.

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(somebody dies)

Alfred lay gasping for breath, what air he could catch came out horse and rattled. The red blossom spread and bloomed across his chest; his face was pale and contorted in pain.  Matthew fell to his knees and cradled his brother’s head in his lap, Arthur was beside him.  Arthur hands hovered over the wound, unsure of what to do.  Tears streamed down Matthews face and Alfred managed a weak smile.

“Looks like I’m the hero again.” Alfred attempted at a joke, his haughty half-grin had lost its brightness and was now a ghost on his lips.  

“You git!” Arthur growled and bit his lip, trying to hold back the tears in his eyes.  

“Alfred how could you be so stupid?” Matthew said quietly.  His blue-violet eyes closed tightly as he choked back a sob.  Alfred laughed weakly then winced and suppressed a shout as Arthur probed the wound.

“There-there has to be some way to fix this.” Arthur said, his green eyes watched the darkening red bloom.  

“Don’t bother, I’m a goner.  We all are.  But hey, you guys will be alright without me right?” Alfred said growing serious.  

“No, no we won’t be okay Alfred! Don’t you ever say that.” Matthew shouted at him, a feat for the normally timid man.  “Alfred you’re our hero.  You’re my hero Al; I’ve always looked up to you.”

“Hey Mattie, you’ll be alright.  Okay? Promise me you’ll be alright.” Alfred weakly raised a hand to grasp the hand of his twin. “Promise me?” He said, his blue eyes shining still.  Matthew looked at him, and shook his head unable to speak.  

“Alfred-“ Arthur said.

“Artie take care of yourself okay?  I know it’ll be hard without you’re hero around” Alfred winked and Arthur gave a half-hearted role of his eyes. “Hey seriously, take care okay? Watch Matt too. I love you guys.”  Then Alfred began coughing, the fit wracking his body.  His face twisted in agony as he let out shouts between the coughs.  A small amount of blood colored his lips and chin, then he was still. His blue eyes no longer shined.

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