Little Voices(READ DESCRIPTION FIRST FOR FULL IN DEPTH EXPERIENCE WHILE READING THIS.)
Somethings in this world just don't belong. We can all agree on that, right? Of course it's always hard to find a solid reasoning for why they, or it shouldn't be, but in the end it always comes down to the possibilities. To me 'possibilities' are nothing more then forced 'accidents', just waiting for someone, or something to take control.
Take a moment...Breath... Turn off your TV, music, heating, cooling. Whatever you have running around you and just breath... Be.
Close your eyes, and just listen. Tune into the sound of your heart rhythmically beating in your chest. The sounds of your invisible breath leaving your body as new air that enters the same way it was dispersed.
Go ahead, I'll give you a moment...
Once all the sounds you have been so blatantly ignoring your who life become clear try keening on on those voices. The voices in the back of your head, so quietly calling out for you. So q
Slenderman X Reader: Words
"Words" by Skylar Grey
Always in a rush
Never stay on the phone long enough
Why am I so self-important?
Said I'd see you soon
But that was, oh, maybe a year ago
Didn't know time was of the essence
A little girl with (h/c) hair and big (e/c) eyes that goes by the name (Y/n) was playing a game with her friend in the woods.
"You will always be my friend, right?" (y/n) asked her friend with her innocent voice. Her friend nodded as the young (Y/n) gave her friend a drawing of him while he gave her a flower.
(Y/n) is so young and too innocent back then that she'll believe anything she was told. She believed that her friend will be there with her always forever. She always hanged out in the woods with her friend and nowhere else. Her friend was a tall faceless man that goes by the name Slenderman. He knew how innocent and delicate she was so he was always friendly with her and never intended to hurt her. One day, (Y/n)'s parents came
Surprise! - Male!Reader x Female!Reader[Female Reader]'s POV
You sat on the plump couch in your living room. You sighed. How long has it been since [Male Reader] was away? 6 months? He's in the army and is currently in Iraq.
You sighed again and went on your laptop, logging in to Skype. The last time you talked to him was around 2 weeks ago. You knew that he was busy over there, but you wanted to check if he was on today. You missed his voice. You missed his face, his [e/c] eyes.
"Not on today either..." you mumbled.
Before you knew it, your eyes began to tear up. They threatened to fall down your rosy cheeks, but you quickly blinked them away.
You let out a small huff and shut your laptop. You laid down on the couch and stared at the front door, wishing that if you looked at it long enough it'd open. You would jump out of the couch, cover your mouth with both hands while tears stream down your face as [MR] stood there on by