samantha994

It was well past midnight as Thor was walking outside in nothing more than a coat and a Viking costume that he had received from Tony. He had been partying with his fellow avengers at Stark-tower, but had not enjoyed himself much. After several hours, as the others were too drunk to notice his absence, he had slipped out to clear his head. It was exceptionally cold for the time of the year as he walked past silent houses. Occasionally he would see another person, but with no pubs to attract people, it was naturally quiet. He was thankful for the silence that had been giving, because it helped him think. He wondered what was wrong. The first

The sun shines bright upon my bare legs. A soft wind makes me shiver, the trees rustle and the reflection of the world on the water disappears. The fresh smell of a new summer reaches my nostrils and I cannot help but feel melancholic. I miss someone beside me. To share this safe place covered in ivy. If only he could see me for who I am and how dearly I love him. If only I could touch his lips once as I softly touch this water. My eyes slip close as my fingertips rest upon the surface of the pond. I feel the petals of the lilies that pass by, driven by the little stream from the small waterfall. A fish kisses my finger and I sigh. I turn o

 it's a rewrite for i'm not satisfied with the way it is at the moment. Enjoy, i'll continue soon I hope. I heard a faint sound which annoyed me greatly as I walked down the hallway. It was eleven O'clock at the night and it sounded like someone was sucking world's biggest lollipop. I grunted, annoyed by the sound. But the sound kept going and suddenly I heard a gasp. Normally someone would expect a scene he did not wish to see, but the gasp sounded fearful. I got confused and as I arrived at the door where the sound came from, I stopped. The sucking sound was paired with a swallowing sound as if someone was sucking his drink. I opened the d

The bus, a plain ride home Just a story about how I felt one afternoon and how I wished that moment for that 'special' guy to appear (stupid fairytales, screwing up my brains). It is told through my alter-ego:) I was sitting in the bus, coming back from a tough day at school. It's not that people bully me. They make some comments, but nothing bad. They just try to get through a school day like me. I have hated school ever since my first day in secondary school. It sucked ass. But I got over it and learned to live with that darn empty feeling every time I stepped inside the building. Today I felt odd, tough. Not like hate-school-and-exhaus