MidnightMidnight.Midnight by RamenIsNomNom
The time of night when my thinking is best
The time of night when the stars shine their brightest
This time is usually peaceful and quiet
A time where I can let my emotions run free
I am most creative at midnight
This is when my writing excels
Normal people usually aren't up at midnight
but I'm not a normal person you see
I imagine the most wonderful things
I imagine some of the most terrible things
This time of night, midnight, is one of the most lonely times of all.
Not titled I awoke with a start. The nightmares I've been having are beginning to get more realistic with each passing night. Trying to shrug off the dream I slowly close my eyes in hopes of peaceful images. My eyes shoot open not even a minute later when I hear a loud crash in the room next to mine, the office. My fear paralyzing me I try to think why someone would want to be in MY house. Oh. Right. The pictures. Videos. DOCUMENTS. That's probably why. With that little realization I realize that it could be something other than a person. Something. Inhuman. By now you're probably wondering what I could possibly have on those documents. Well. I'm not going to tell you. It's too soon. Maybe when this intruder is gone I'll tell you.Not titled by RamenIsNomNom
I cautiously start to get out of my bed. Right foot, left foot, now sloooowly stand. Thinking of what I could use as a weapon (The switchblade... hehehehehe. I got it.) I become more aware of the noises going on around me.
Hiding (Hetalia x Reader) Drabble?Here you were, high up in a tree hiding from the hunter. Getting away and hiding was pretty easy but once you heard all of the yells centered towards you, you started to get a little uneasy.Hiding (Hetalia x Reader) Drabble? by RamenIsNomNom
(yyyyy/nnnn), shouted the hunter, the seeker.
Your blood ran cold, and your breath came out in shallow little pants.
You panicked. That sounded incredibly close.
Suddenly your stomach decides it's a nice time to let out one of its most vicious growls it can muster. You try to move your arms as fast as you can to cover the noise but it's too late. The noise happened and you can't take it back.
Looking down, you whisper a very colorful vocabulary before looking up again.
Was he close enough to have heard all of that?
As you were thinking you hear some rustling by the base of the tree.
"Holy crap. Holy crap. He's here. Don't move a muscle (y/n). Don't. Move. A muscle." You recited in your head.
Your breath comes out in fast shallow pants.
Tears form in your eyes as the rustling gets louder,
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