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First Play - Initial Tensions The cycle of existence has remained steady for centuries. This applies to humans, of course, as well as countries, and even continents. The “hunger” phase has begun once again for most of the lands. Unsatisfied with what they have now, they yearn to take pieces away from other continents, claim territories, rub it in everyone’s face that their nations are more advanced and powerful than the others. And to think there was a time in which they all coincided peacefully amongst each other… to think there was a time when they were one united being-- Pangea, the mother of it all. Some of them

Perhaps I’m too much. I’m constantly speaking to him, asking him about his day, even if I know it’s the same routine every single time. I’m asking what he’d like to eat for dinner, where he’d like to go for the weekend, how he has been feeling. I’m asking everything. His answers are always as precise as his posture. But much, much shorter. His name is Ludwig. He is special to me. I don’t think he knows that yet. We met a while ago, in high school. We were in a few of the same classes. He was noted for his perfect marks, attendance and behavior in general-- I was noted for the complete opposi

This is Part Three in a Three-Part Story! Please read Part One here and Part Two here. Thank you! It was true that the blizzard ceased its raging, but the cold air did not cease its biting at Lovino's skin. While no longer strong enough to throw debris, the winds were still harsh, and lashed at the poor Italian cruelly, as if taunting him for only being clad in some thin pajamas and a single blanket. His feet sank into the snow frigidly, soaking in the numbing ice. He hoped that he would reach his home soon, lest he get frostbite… All he could think about was his brother's warm, stupid smile and equally as warm household. He hoped he

A/N: This is Part 2! Please find Part 1 here. Thank you so much! After spending that time observing the snow sprinkle from the silver sky, the pair finally returned home. The air around them was already darkening, illuminating the pale white ground in the milky moonlight. Antonio was especially conscious of the dark walking home-- Lovino was conscious of the close, protective proximity Toni walked beside him in. Eventually they made it to his abode though, and finally tucked themselves into bed. Antonio actually fell asleep faster than Lovi for once- the Italian's mind was racing too fast with confused thoughts about today's events. He held

"Diez, nueve, ocho..." Antonio unwrapped his package of grapes. Lovino's scowl deepened. This wine is too bitter. "Siete, seis, cinco...get ready, Lovi!" The Spaniard lined up the twelve grapes, and Lovino observed them with contempt. White and seedless. The wine would be sweeter if the bastard used those kinds of grapes for it instead of whatever the hell he's doing now with them. His eyes flicked back to the TV, where the countdown was commencing. The countdown to a New Year. Damn, last year's harvest was rough...I'm worried... "Cuatro, tres, dos...uno!" There it was; officially January first. Suddenly, the TV started to chime. With

This is Part Two in a two-part story! Please read Part One here. Thank you! (...Is Another Man's Treasure.) I checked every room, every alcove, even the yard-- he was nowhere to be found. A shot of fear, panic, and doom rang through my bones. After all that happened last night… Lovino was gone. But why would he leave? I paced my living room as I collected my thoughts. I slapped myself awake and tried to think hard about what might have happened. Would he really just up and leave? Was he kidnapped?! No, that wouldn’t make sense...and he was practically on top of me, I would have noti-- For some reason, that very thought burned

I love the way your glasses fit your face. They suit your slightly square features nicely-- from the structure of your straight, angled nose to the strong jawline they parallel-- but your face can exist handsomely just fine without them, too. Something that compliments you, but certainly isn’t necessary for you to be worth complimenting. It seems you have a lot of these kinds of items, though you wouldn’t admit it; to yourself, you wouldn’t honestly admit that you look good without them. To everyone else, you wouldn’t admit that you have these kinds of insecurities to begin with. I like imagining what the future woul

(One Man's Trash...) Sometimes I feared that I was, in fact, a robot. This was, of course, a silly thought, brought to mind only because of how mechanical my life was becoming. Every day was a series of systematic routines-- I would get up, get some coffee, go to work, finish work, get some more coffee, come home, eat dinner, prepare for bed, go to bed. A break from the process slightly terrified me, but at the same time, I yearned for it. I wanted some change in my life, some spice. Every option to find some seemed so risky and foolish, though, and I wasn’t willing to sell my soul to the devil or my body to the streets, so I kept my

Warning: A little dark. Bring a flashlight.~ Ashes were an interesting substance. They could be the residue of a joyous bonfire, or the remains of a home lost in the tragic aftermath of an overworked oven. None of that was particularly intriguing to Francois Bonnefoy, however, because all the sight of ashes meant to him was that his cigarette was burning out. He grumbled as he crushed yet another stub into the ashtray. He would need to buy more soon. For now, he’d opt to distract himself with some wine. He brought the glass to his stubble-rimmed lips and sipped the maroon contents languidly, simply waiting for the expected numbness to