CakeCreativeCat

Fear and anxiety of being left behind

"Hey Gowther, just how blind are you without your glasses?" You asked one day. The pinkette looked up from the book on human emotions he was studying. "I am not blind, but I am unable to see nearly everything clearly." "So..." You reached over and pulled off his glasses. He immediately squinted at you. "How many fingers am I holding up?" You held up two. "Three?" He guessed. You sighed. "Close enough." An evil thought immediately hit you, and a wicked grin spread across your face. "Y'know, I'm just going to keep these." "Don't you dare." He warned. You winked, standing up. "Try to stop me." He stood up as well. "___. Give them back." Elizabet

        "If you disappeared I'd tear the fucking world apart until I found you again" —         Lazy mornings were your favorite. You loved just lounging against your boyfriend, waiting for the last possible moment to get up, and that moment was usually just before Hawk was breaking your door down.         Those mornings were similar to when you were going to bed, in the sense of you could, but you won't. At night, you and Ban would lay in the darkness, contemplating life, because being halfway to sleep depravation

You woke up with a jolt. Something had just stumbled into the castle, and whatever it was, it wasn't quiet. You lay motionless in your old, rickety bed; your eyes wide with a mix of curiosity and terror. The only thing that allowed you to see into the dark crannies of the room was a half-melted candle that you had smuggled from Gannondorf's room. Gannondorf had kidnapped you a while back and had worked you like a slave, ordering you around like one of his lowly servants. In return for your hard labor, you had gotten a cramped room with no windows and a moldy bed. In your opinion, it was quite a horrible bargain; working your butt off in exch

“Um excuse me” you say, tapping Alfred on the shoulder. “WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! IT’S A GHOST!” He screams, running down the hallway. You hug your books to your chest. This kind of thing always happens. You decide to go get the homework from someone else. You scan for someone who will maybe acknowledge you. You see Arthur and Francis arguing over something or another. You decide to go and ask one of them “Um, excuse me?” You ask politely. They ignore you, and so after about 5 minutes of waiting, you tap Arthur gently on the shoulder like you did for Alfred. “What was tha-” h

         ______ sat under a large oak tree, out in the middle of nowhere. Looking up, she saw the arm of the Milky Way stretched out over the night sky. All that could be heard was the soft rustling of grass and the orchestra of crickets around you. Looking over your right shoulder, you see your best friend and crush gazing up at the sky. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees you looking at him, and he turns toward you, smiling an adorable smile. “Ve~ _____, are you enjoying yourself?” Italy asked happily You nodded enthusiastically before gazing back up at the starry sky. “Mmhm. This is amazing! Thank you for bringing

        It had been three years since you and Antonio broke up. You had moved on, but he couldn’t. You two had tried to stay friends, but you had found it too hard and put some distance between the two of you.        Antonio was cleaning his room when he bumped into his dresser. He flinched as he heard the sound of glass breaking. When he went to investigate he found that a picture frame had fallen over. Sighing, he went to go pick it up. He picked up the frame and flipped it over to inspect the damage. As he flipped the frame over, he nearly dropped it from the picture within the frame. The pic

Here she is. Here is another girl confessing her love to Antonio Fernández Carriedo, who is just about your best friend. And it probably doesn't help that he is, like, one of the most popular guys in school, and it's probably because of how he is Spanish, how optimistic he is, and how he happens to have just about the cutest butt out of all the guys in the whole entire school. Yep. That last reason is definitely a reason. And the poor girl is probably going to get rejected…but she is going to cry for about two days and then return to say that it's okay, she understands. And she hopes to at least be friends. And he'll smile and s

"Antonio answer your phone." You grumbled as you listened to the endless ringing of the phone. "Answer, answer, answer, answer!" You yelled. "Hola, how may I help you?" Antonio's cheery voice said. "Toni! Where have you been? You've haven't been answering my calls, I was really worried." You sighed curling yourself up on your chair. "Lo siento mi amor, I have been very busy." Antonio apologized. "With what? I miss my best friend." You stated. "Why don't I just show you." He stated. "Fine, is it at your house-" "No, just go to 137 Privet Ave." Antonio laughed. "Alright, I'll be over there in a few, see you soon Toni." You smiled. "Bye

“Hey, Alfred,” You call and fight the urge to blush when he turns toward you with his signature goofy grin., “How about we have a barbeque?” “That would be super awesome! I’ve been craving barbeque. When should we have it?” He enthusiastically replies. “Well, I was thinking Wednesday.” You tell him, fidgeting a little. The date seems to pull him up short, and he has to think about it; but after glancing at you again his giant smile returns and you’d swear there’s a light pink dusting his cheeks, as he lets out a boisterous laugh. “Sounds cool. I’ll be there.

Danger in the Woods As much as you had been warned against it since childhood, the old dark trunks, writhing corridors of bracken and twisted roots of the old forest held your imagination. Every morning when you stepped out of the house to milk the cows and goats, the forest sat as a backdrop and seemed to lure you into watching its shadowy boarder. That had been increased even more by the arrival of a new village resident who spent his whole day out in the forest chopping wood and warding off the forest beasts… you assumed that part of course. The man, called “Sweden” by others but named Berwald, was too quiet for everyo