lifebyedeath

He doesn’t like birthdays, Not his own anyways. Cool, tall and lean, Always wearing ties with those nice button-down shirts, Like Gatsby, The man with the cool shirts. And just like that, I became Daisy, The foolish girl, The beautiful fool.

Meet me love In front of the Bridge of Sighs. Where men have walked Into another life.

The eyes, it was always the eyes. Her mother had taught her Poe since she was very young. Mother had always said, “The eyes are the windows into the soul. Keep yours hidden for those who are human won’t understand what they see in yours.” The hood was then given to her on her fifth birthday. The day she demanded to play outside. It was meant to be her shield and a veil to keep others from looking through the windows of her soul. What lay inside was too terrifying to be shown to men. The end of days, all light and life would be lost. All this could be seen through two small windows, so keep the drapes closed because all wou

That is kind of how I come and go Quiet, like a mouse So Nobody knows Who am I?

Tap, tap, tap, tap. Her nails hit the floorboards in rhythm to a four-beat score she couldn’t remember the words to or even if there were any words at all. She leaned back on her good arm, still tapping the rhythm, and looked down at the arm cast in her lap. It had only happened last week, but Hinata had grown bored. As a ninja there wasn’t much to do when on break by oneself.   Most of her friends were gone on missions, she thought that Kiba could have been around somewhere, but she didn’t want to bother him. He hadn’t been in a good mood after she had broken her arm. He probably was blaming himself and she knew bette

Upon landing, the agents made their way for the Bed and Breakfast, close to where Banner lived, but not close enough to walk to. After three taxis and long hours of walking down back roads and even once getting intentionally lost, they had successfully made their way to the very tiny apartment building, remodeled into a cozy bed and breakfast. The structure had seen better days, Natasha guessed there would be some kind of problem with the roof and made a mental note not to use it as an observing deck. “I think it’s safe to say that we’ve gotten our sightseeing in for our rest of our stay,” Natasha sat on her suitcase

Clint and Natasha sat comfortably in their first class seats, close to the front for easy access to the planes controls and pilot. Clint glanced at the Russian beside him, chair still in the upright position, reading a book in a foreign language he was not familiar with.   “What are you reading, Natalia?” Clint’s voice was barely above a whisper. Natasha glanced at the man who called her name before tucking a strand of straightened red hair behind her ear. She would never admit it, but she enjoyed the way her real name rolled off his tongue. Clint had always had a way with pronouncing words with a native accent but he still

“Clint, you and Widow meet me in the briefing room stat,” came Fury’s voice through Barton’s earpiece. He glanced at the redhead beauty, the look in his eyes telling her all she needed to know and she walked with him down the corridor to get their next assignment. Fury slapped down a manila folder with the words “Top Secret” stamped in red ink in the center of the small steel table in between him and the agents. “Your next mission is to protect this man, Dr. Banner. It seems as if A.I.M. has gotten a hold of his work and is trying to corner him so they can use his work for their own purposes.”

Sakura was beginning to feel sick again. She cringed at the painful ache in the pit of her stomach. Tsunade had even checked and diagnosed the symptoms as purely mental. Sakura clutched her pillow tightly to her chest as she pressed the side of her face to her cool bedroom wall. She had gone home early and shut out the remaining light and all but buried herself in the corner of her room, wishing the day would pass by quickly.   A restless sleep took hold of her only to the early hours of night when she woke up to her numb arms from the cold air. Doubting that she would be able to sleep again, Sakura found herself walking outside. She knew wh

Hana Inuzuka woke up to a soft breeze fluttering against her face. It was so gentle she stayed still, lying in her bed just enjoying the lazy wind. "Come on Akamaru! Let's help mom pack!" Hana could hear her brother from outside her window. She continued to lay there mulling over the piece of information she just received until she came to a conclusion. Sitting up quickly, Hana's face brightened as she had just realized what today's exciting adventure would be. She checked her closet for worn clothes that she could easily throw away if stained, but something light for the warm day. She threw on an old T-shirt and a pair of faded cut-off sho