WolfyAce

The tinge of a broken song echoed through the lonely household.  Lukas mentally scolded himself and began again.  His fingers glided over strings and his bow sailed over sweet music.  A melancholy tune erupted from his violin and matched his slight humm.  But once again, he missed a note and broke the melody.  Why couldn't he get this right? “You’re beating yourself up too much.” From the staircase, Emil made his way down.  A piece of licorice in his mouth and his Puffin following behind.  He sat down on the couch in the room Lukas was practicing in. “It needs to be perfect.” He explained “You know, it doe

Warning: A little dark. Bring a flashlight.~ Ashes were an interesting substance. They could be the residue of a joyous bonfire, or the remains of a home lost in the tragic aftermath of an overworked oven. None of that was particularly intriguing to Francois Bonnefoy, however, because all the sight of ashes meant to him was that his cigarette was burning out. He grumbled as he crushed yet another stub into the ashtray. He would need to buy more soon. For now, he’d opt to distract himself with some wine. He brought the glass to his stubble-rimmed lips and sipped the maroon contents languidly, simply waiting for the expected numbness to

"_________..." You looked up from your seat up at the man who said your name. Your _________ eyes widen in shock to see him after so many years apart from this man known as Alfred. After what happened years ago, you left Alfred and went on with your life, but you never thought about seeing him again until now. You could see Alfred still had his cowlick curl in his dirty blond hair and his eyes looked light blue like always, just less happiness and more adult-likeness. "Hi, Alfred..." you said, feeling your breath being taken away by him when his eyes motioned to the other side of the table to sit. You were at a local café in _______

"I'm not going, Eliza!" "PLEASE!" Eliza cried in a girly tone, knocking on your bathroom door multiple times. "You have got to see him, even if it kills you...by Natalya." She added, feeling the sense of guilt that she was forcing you to meet up with Alfred. "I'M NOT GOING, AND THAT IS FINAL!" You declared angrily. You heard from the other side some footsteps leaving the bathroom door and you sighed with a little relief, you didn't want to go over to the greenhouse because of Alfred. For a while you wondered what Alfred wanted to discuss with you about as you shuffled uncomfortably in the bathtub, and you also wondered why you chose to sit

    Today was your big day.  Finally after Alfred F. Jones, your boyfriend of two years finally purposed to you, it was your big day.  Butterflies were in your stomach as you got ready in your white gown.  Your (h/c) was done up in an elegant wrap around braid on either side leading into a bun.  Your (e/c) shown with excitement and nervousness.      The two of you had gotten together officially at a country conference two years ago almost to the day.  He was your hero and you loved him for it just as he loved you.  Little did you know though it was just the honeymoon phase of your relationship with the outgoing American.  When he asked you t