Six word poemsFallen feather,Six word poems by AwesomeEchosong
And then it rains
Road goes ever on
And never came out
Prince!TurkeyXStreetRat!Reader-Testing Worth Pt. 5Prince!TurkeyXStreetRat!Reader-Testing Worth Part 5Prince!TurkeyXStreetRat!Reader-Testing Worth Pt. 5 by animecat26
In a palace centered in Agrabah, a middle aged woman paced around the large room of her son in frustration as her son laid in his bed. She sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose. She stopped in the middle of the room, in front of her son's lavish bed before turning to him with furrowed eyebrows.
"Sadik, how many times have I told you to not leave the palace walls?"
Her son sat up in his bed. "Mother, I was careful. No one knew who I was. When I showed the guards my tattoo, I had a mask on. Besides, with you sheltering my appearance to the people of Agrabah, it's easy for me to walk around without people noticing who I was." The son took off the mask he was wearing, brought to him once he returned back to the palace to replace the "gaudy" mask he wore from the streets.
"Even so, it's dangerous out there. And you're the prince who is going to become Sultan once you find a wife." His mother explained.
"Why do I have to find
AustriaxGhost!Pianist!ReaderYour silent footsteps went down the hallway, unheard by living ears. The sunlight peeks through your transparent (color) skin as you walk through the door to the large classroom. The windows were drawn open, letting the morning light inside. The desks were all empty, and the clock read 6:30 in the morning. Almost no one was usually in the school at this hour, making it your favorite time to come in here. Your pale eyes soon spot the luxurious grand piano that even in death your fingers ache to play. You float over to the large instrument and pull out the bench, sitting down and beginning to play the first piece of music that popped into your restless head.AustriaxGhost!Pianist!Reader by FaethS
Your numb fingers couldn’t feel the keys as they pressed down, releasing the sweet notes. That was one thing you missed about being alive – being able to feel things like that. At least you still had your personality. Your fingers gracefully stroke each key as the notes came together, forming the song you’d