"Gilbert-"
Natalya turned to her back, her hair twirling fast behind her neck. Nobody was there. Only snow, a field of pure white snow that covered all the place in soft and icy lines. Natalya looked down at her steps, hugging herself and trying to feel the cold a little less. It wasn't alright. Nothing was alright then, and the wind also had to tease her. Why did she have to feel so lonely? She looked at her back another moment, before turning again to the unstopped snowy hill she had ahead. Because he wasn't there, not anymore.
It had been snowing for days. Now it had stopped, and up above a shy sun was trying to get rid of the clouds. Gil
She looked at the full moon
All alone, again. Like her
Sitting asking herself when-
When were the flowers going to bloom
Drips of starlight smother
Like honey, a blimp of
Meticulous diamonds.
Her heart protested against her ribs.
But she just pushed it back in.
When tears pushed out from her eyelids
And her hands, unable to stop
Her inside to collapse
Bumper-to-bumper veins
Squeezed into a tomb of
Failing emotions, taking flight
Into a black hole of deadsong.
Glimpses of light inside
getting broken into
a silent scream.
And everything fell black.
The nectar pulses against
her flesh traitorously,
swarming her in a vile elixir
of sickening
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Dreamtalia- Too appealing to refuse
"Bruder-"
There was silence in the room.
Snow was slowly falling outside, and the only thing that could be heard was Gilbert's slow breath.
There was dead silence in the room.
Gilbert was trembling. No coat was warm enough, he felt like the three bodies beside him were making the air freeze. Like- every breath of them was cold.
But who cared? His friends were inside them.
What could happen to them was not -his- problem...
was it?
The room was so silent, he thought- like nobody was really in there- sleeping.
Colei che sbatte' le palpebre e strappo' il velo by FefeKik, literature
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Colei che sbatte' le palpebre e strappo' il velo
Federica poteva dire di essere ingrassata.
Eh sì, non c’erano dubbi. Ma si chiedeva come fosse potuto accadere... Non aveva mangiato più del normale, anzi molto spesso non si sentiva di farlo; era strano, era come se il suo corpo non volesse il cibo.
Girava per le stanze della sua casa, o meglio la casa di Ludwig. Le cose andavano bene, dopotutto. Carmen viveva con loro, e le due ragazze non erano mai state così vicine. Si rivelavano tutto, ogni minuscolo segreto, erano diventate come sorelle ormai.
La ragazza che loro soprannominavano Fefy non si era più vista. Ogni tanto sentivano la sua mancanza, quando
I still feel your bare hands
Pressed on my skin
I still hear your whispers
Telling the time is near
I can still hear your soft breath
With my head on your chest
I can still remember the screams
That was not just rest
I still feel the blood flowing
You promising just love
I still see your eyes glowing
Forever was just a stop
I can still hear the blood dripping
For the end it wouldn't take a while
I can still feel your body flinching
But your mouth... just smile
I still feel my lips smiling
But for once not mumbling a curse
I still feel my body dying
Of love were my last words
I can still touch a tear leaving
Crystal clear from eyes blue
I
Take the box into your hands
This lullaby, is for you
Take the road that no one stands
Take... my hand
You've never had another vision of life
Look at the box that no one stands
Sing the lullaby, sing it again
This lullaby is for you..
Tick the bottle tick the note
Sing the song and write the quote
Don't be scared cause I'll be here
Don't be scared I'll disappear
Take the box into your hands
This lullaby, is for you
Take the road that no one stands
Take... my hand
You're so scared emotionless
Your face pale your hands in stress
Your eyes are cold like winter trees
Snowflakes buried in peace
Tick the bottle tick the quote
Break the song a
Colei che volse lo sguardo e rubo' il fiocco by FefeKik, literature
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Colei che volse lo sguardo e rubo' il fiocco
“Stai bene?”
“...”
“-Talia, stai bene?”
La ragazza si voltò, cercando di ridare un po’ di contegno ai suoi capelli, che le stavano intorno alla sua faccia come una nuvola rossa. Ribelli. Sua madre glielo aveva sempre detto: lei era una ribelle, una persona che non si sarebbe piegata alla volontà degli altri, ma che avrebbe avuto la forza di dire la sua. E adesso, cosa stava facendo? Si chiese questo, volgendo lo sguardo allo specchio di fronte a lei. Una figura la fissava di riflesso.
Quella figura non era lei.
“Fefy!!!”
Fefy aprì gli occhi, sbadigl
Not many times a Belarussian girl cries
She cried once
Natalya almost cried when she saw his blue eyes
Blue like her mother's-
Blue like hers.
She didn't care that his hair was as white as pure snow-- and his skin as pale as a single ray of sunlight could hurt him.
She cried twice
Natalya was in tears when he chose his name
His father chose the name-
Not even asking her.
She didn't care that that name was actually beautiful-- and so Russian that not even the kid could have spelled it.
The third time she cried
Natalya put her face into her palms when he said "Da" for the first time
After all that was their parents' language-
But it still
Maria was wondering around Nikolai, her dress and her arms stained with blood.
-You pissed her off again, didn't you.
-She is crazy!
Nikolai sighed.
-What did you do?
Maria looked away.
-Well... I could have tried to leave again...
-And that's how you die.
-Yeah! Oh well I'm used to blood. But I hate this place!
Click.
Her white heels made a clicking sound as she walked on the floor, the dance floor. Stairs were in front of her. And down the stairs, everyone was dancing.
That really was a ball, she thought, excited.
The Soviet Ball.
She glanced down searching for a moment the Russians' faces, but they didn't seem to be there, neither
"Gilbert-"
Natalya turned to her back, her hair twirling fast behind her neck. Nobody was there. Only snow, a field of pure white snow that covered all the place in soft and icy lines. Natalya looked down at her steps, hugging herself and trying to feel the cold a little less. It wasn't alright. Nothing was alright then, and the wind also had to tease her. Why did she have to feel so lonely? She looked at her back another moment, before turning again to the unstopped snowy hill she had ahead. Because he wasn't there, not anymore.
It had been snowing for days. Now it had stopped, and up above a shy sun was trying to get rid of the clouds. Gil
She looked at the full moon
All alone, again. Like her
Sitting asking herself when-
When were the flowers going to bloom
Drips of starlight smother
Like honey, a blimp of
Meticulous diamonds.
Her heart protested against her ribs.
But she just pushed it back in.
When tears pushed out from her eyelids
And her hands, unable to stop
Her inside to collapse
Bumper-to-bumper veins
Squeezed into a tomb of
Failing emotions, taking flight
Into a black hole of deadsong.
Glimpses of light inside
getting broken into
a silent scream.
And everything fell black.
The nectar pulses against
her flesh traitorously,
swarming her in a vile elixir
of sickening
Dreamtalia- Too appealing to refuse by FefeKik, literature
Literature
Dreamtalia- Too appealing to refuse
"Bruder-"
There was silence in the room.
Snow was slowly falling outside, and the only thing that could be heard was Gilbert's slow breath.
There was dead silence in the room.
Gilbert was trembling. No coat was warm enough, he felt like the three bodies beside him were making the air freeze. Like- every breath of them was cold.
But who cared? His friends were inside them.
What could happen to them was not -his- problem...
was it?
The room was so silent, he thought- like nobody was really in there- sleeping.
Colei che sbatte' le palpebre e strappo' il velo by FefeKik, literature
Literature
Colei che sbatte' le palpebre e strappo' il velo
Federica poteva dire di essere ingrassata.
Eh sì, non c’erano dubbi. Ma si chiedeva come fosse potuto accadere... Non aveva mangiato più del normale, anzi molto spesso non si sentiva di farlo; era strano, era come se il suo corpo non volesse il cibo.
Girava per le stanze della sua casa, o meglio la casa di Ludwig. Le cose andavano bene, dopotutto. Carmen viveva con loro, e le due ragazze non erano mai state così vicine. Si rivelavano tutto, ogni minuscolo segreto, erano diventate come sorelle ormai.
La ragazza che loro soprannominavano Fefy non si era più vista. Ogni tanto sentivano la sua mancanza, quando
I still feel your bare hands
Pressed on my skin
I still hear your whispers
Telling the time is near
I can still hear your soft breath
With my head on your chest
I can still remember the screams
That was not just rest
I still feel the blood flowing
You promising just love
I still see your eyes glowing
Forever was just a stop
I can still hear the blood dripping
For the end it wouldn't take a while
I can still feel your body flinching
But your mouth... just smile
I still feel my lips smiling
But for once not mumbling a curse
I still feel my body dying
Of love were my last words
I can still touch a tear leaving
Crystal clear from eyes blue
I
Take the box into your hands
This lullaby, is for you
Take the road that no one stands
Take... my hand
You've never had another vision of life
Look at the box that no one stands
Sing the lullaby, sing it again
This lullaby is for you..
Tick the bottle tick the note
Sing the song and write the quote
Don't be scared cause I'll be here
Don't be scared I'll disappear
Take the box into your hands
This lullaby, is for you
Take the road that no one stands
Take... my hand
You're so scared emotionless
Your face pale your hands in stress
Your eyes are cold like winter trees
Snowflakes buried in peace
Tick the bottle tick the quote
Break the song a
Colei che volse lo sguardo e rubo' il fiocco by FefeKik, literature
Literature
Colei che volse lo sguardo e rubo' il fiocco
“Stai bene?”
“...”
“-Talia, stai bene?”
La ragazza si voltò, cercando di ridare un po’ di contegno ai suoi capelli, che le stavano intorno alla sua faccia come una nuvola rossa. Ribelli. Sua madre glielo aveva sempre detto: lei era una ribelle, una persona che non si sarebbe piegata alla volontà degli altri, ma che avrebbe avuto la forza di dire la sua. E adesso, cosa stava facendo? Si chiese questo, volgendo lo sguardo allo specchio di fronte a lei. Una figura la fissava di riflesso.
Quella figura non era lei.
“Fefy!!!”
Fefy aprì gli occhi, sbadigl
Not many times a Belarussian girl cries
She cried once
Natalya almost cried when she saw his blue eyes
Blue like her mother's-
Blue like hers.
She didn't care that his hair was as white as pure snow-- and his skin as pale as a single ray of sunlight could hurt him.
She cried twice
Natalya was in tears when he chose his name
His father chose the name-
Not even asking her.
She didn't care that that name was actually beautiful-- and so Russian that not even the kid could have spelled it.
The third time she cried
Natalya put her face into her palms when he said "Da" for the first time
After all that was their parents' language-
But it still
Maria was wondering around Nikolai, her dress and her arms stained with blood.
-You pissed her off again, didn't you.
-She is crazy!
Nikolai sighed.
-What did you do?
Maria looked away.
-Well... I could have tried to leave again...
-And that's how you die.
-Yeah! Oh well I'm used to blood. But I hate this place!
Click.
Her white heels made a clicking sound as she walked on the floor, the dance floor. Stairs were in front of her. And down the stairs, everyone was dancing.
That really was a ball, she thought, excited.
The Soviet Ball.
She glanced down searching for a moment the Russians' faces, but they didn't seem to be there, neither
Dreamtalia- Too appealing to refuse by FefeKik, literature
Literature
Dreamtalia- Too appealing to refuse
"Bruder-"
There was silence in the room.
Snow was slowly falling outside, and the only thing that could be heard was Gilbert's slow breath.
There was dead silence in the room.
Gilbert was trembling. No coat was warm enough, he felt like the three bodies beside him were making the air freeze. Like- every breath of them was cold.
But who cared? His friends were inside them.
What could happen to them was not -his- problem...
was it?
The room was so silent, he thought- like nobody was really in there- sleeping.
Yeeeah I know I have many many tags I haven't done (forgive me world!) but I find myself with nothing to do (not true, my room is a mess and my mother loves to bother me with giving me things to do) and this is... well... I thought this could be fun!
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Have you seen Google today? :P
Well, here you are, dA people! First of all... MERRY CHRISTMAS! I know I'm late, I wasn't as good as last year! BUT now I'm here :P Remember last year? The journal?
http://fefekik.deviantart.com/journal/Writing-this-in-mum-s-car-345850089
Well tonight I am NOT going to the disco... but we will MAKE the disco!!
DI-SCO-PO-GO-YAH-YAH-YAH
and I bring music *smirk*
Here we have the TOP 5 of my radio!!! :heart:
5- Lykke Li- I follow rivers
4- Daft Punk- Get Lucky
3- Jutty Ranx- I see you
2- Bruno Mars- Treasure
1- ROBIN THICKE AND PHARREL- BLURRED LINES KHSDJFGCDKGHFGHKJSDFHJFVSKHGHSKDKHGFJBHKSDFHKGHGKBHKS I KNOW Y
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