#elfchens

[gottalovetumbler]

𝓓𝓪𝔂 4

ᵏᵒⁿⁱᵍ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

𝓓𝓪𝔂 5

Info: Fem!Reader, cussing, that’s about it

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It’s the ass crack of dawn when you walk into the medical tent. Do your finger and nose truly effect your ability to work? ………no. Are you gonna use them to get out of it anyway? ……….yea.

‘Ok, make sure to keep pressure off your hand to avoid further injury of your finger. Not much we can do about your nose other than the bandage. Just make sure you don’t hit your face for the,’ the nice medic, Tami, glances through your file, ‘third time and your nose should be ok.’

20 minutes later you walk out of medical and head to your daily assignment with a big bandage on your nose. You didn’t fully get out of work for the next few days (unfortunately) but you were put on laundry duty till your injuries healed. Luckily the laundry facilities located in its own building with A/C and it’s considered a solo job so you’d be alone the next few days.

Laundry is do-it-yourself for everyone on base with machines in every housing building. Higher ranked individuals though have the ability to “drop-off” their stuff for someone, like you, to do. When you arrive at the building there’s 3 bags waiting for you. A bright orange laundry bag, a black trash bag and a dark green tote.

There’s 5 washers and dryers in the building so you’re able to start all the laundry and dry it after without having to wait for a machine to finish. It doesn’t take long till you begin folding everything and you first start with the green tote.

There’s nothing really notable about the whoever’s clothing this is. Dark and muted colors mainly with plain black boxers. Nothing printed on any of the tee-shirts so you finish bagging the clothing, shoot a text to the number attached to the bag and place it in the pick-up area. Maybe whoever dropped it off will pick it up while you’re there and you’ll catch a glimpse.

The second bag, the orange one, is unsurprisingly the opposite. Instead of simple colored clothing your retinas are assaulted with bright colors and patterns. So fucking different from the previous clothing and the walls of the room you currently were in that you have to look away every few seconds to give your eyes a break. After sending a pickup text to the owner of that load, you move onto the last one.

The clothes that were in the trash bag are not much different than the ones in the green tote bag. Only true difference is the sizing maybe? Either way it’s not too big of a drop off so you’re about done with folding when something catches your eye. There, on a dark blue Henley, is a giant tear. Going all the way from the shoulder to the elbow. Of course, your heart drops to your ass.

It’s such an odd spot that it’s practically impossible for it to have happened in everyday life, even for soldiers. It must have gotten caught in the washer and couldn’t hold up. It honestly wouldn’t typically be too big of a deal, it’s happened before.

The only difference though is that “before” was one of Ghosts tee-shirts and you let Gaz break the news. Too scared of both the consequences and trying to understand what an angry Ghost would even be saying. These times though, same as the tote, are clearly not from any of the men you know. So the thought of not only having to tell a giant man that you ripped his shirt but also not being able to understand him, made your nerves spike. You did hear that there’s an American or two in the group of visiting soldiers but whether that was true or not, you weren’t sure.

Knowing that there’s only 10 minutes left in your shift, you decide to text the unknown man. Hoping that by the time he gets it and goes to pickup up his laundry, you’ll be long gone. With a click of the send button and deep calming breath, you begin to pack up.

The coast is clear and you sign out of all the devices and back out the door, preparing to lock it, when you bump into something solid. You turn around and are met with a terrifying fucking image. Not only is it an unknown face, it isn’t a face at all! It’s a huge man decked head to toe in black tactical gear with a clothe over his head. Said clothe only has two holes for eyes and each of them look like they were doused in bleach.

‘Oh hi!’ You hand shakes as you unlock the door and let the man in, ‘Here to pick up?’

He nods with a grunt and continues to stare at you.

‘Ok! Which bag is yours? I’ll grab it real quick!’ Please be the tote. Please be the tote. Please be th- He points across the room at the clothing dropped off in a trash bag, now rebadged in a clean clear one.

‘Oh gotcha! Did you get my text? I think I accidentally ripped one of your shirts and I’m so sorry. I can totally pay for a new one I’ll just need you to text me the link for whichever one it is and I’ll order it no problem! It’s my personal number that sends the laundry texts when I’m on shift so just send the info to that one! I’m so sorry again, I hope you don’t need it anytime soon. If you do I can run out and grab you one today! Actually yea how about I do that!! Let me go get my keys and-‘

‘ጎፕ’ነ ዐጕ Eℓƒ¢н︎є︎η. ጎፕ ሠልነ ልረዪቿልዕሃ ዪጎየየቿዕ ዕሁዪጎክኗ ል ነየልዪዪጎክኗ ጠልፕርዘ ሠጎፕዘ ጠሃ ቻዪጎቿክዕ. Dσηт︎ ω︎σя︎я︎y ሃዐሁዪ ረጎፕፕረቿ ዘቿልዕ.’ (Bet y’all wanna translation of that weird ass font lol)

‘Are you sure? I really don’t mind replacing it.’

‘ሃቿነ Kℓє︎ιηє︎, ጎፕ’ነ ልረዪጎኗዘፕ. Hα︎νє︎ α︎ gσσ∂︎ ηιgн︎т︎.’

He turns and walks out the door, leaving you in shock over the fucking accent you just heard. Parts broke through that you could somewhat make out but everything else went in one ear and out the other. Luckily he didn’t wait for any reply or ask you a question, you honestly would have peed yourself, cried, or both if he did.

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[soulinkpoetry]

The stress in our lives is unavoidable unless you’re living off the grid away from civilization. So think of it as waves. Some days the sea will be rough and some it will be calm. Your life is the sea and the sea is beautiful either way.

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I thought I turn my thoughts into an elfchen today. 1,2,3,4,1 words in 5 rows.

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[liyahmackenzie]

Poetry

Sparks change

Making internal dialogue

Asking the right questions

Poetic

[definegodliness]

Leef Gericht stuurloos Zoals een droom Wellend in diepste wensen Vrij Live Focused aimless Like a dream Welling in deepest wishes Free

[keo6323]

Neuer Monat, neues Glück, neues SCHÜLERMAGAZIN Royale!

[mondfamilie]

elfchen spielt lotto so wie immer doch diesmal gewinnt sie mit zusatzzahl

[perfektunperfekte]

Himmelstau Du Schönheit Die Augen schauen Ich verzaubert vom Sommertagstraum Seele

[suzanneberlin]

11. November 2023 Finkenkrug

Sonnenschein 

und Nieselregen

Wir warten auf 

den Regenbogen stattdessen dunkle

Wolken 

[globalscoble]

I title my first ever elfchen poem WEDDING. An elfchen poem does not require a title. It is a minimalist, concise expression of an idea or emotion within a structure of a simple eleven words. Please view more on my blog here: https://bit.ly/3O964pF

[liyahmackenzie]

Luz

Good witch

Warrior of peace

Now eat this sucka

Light

[definegodliness]

Black One day No light escapes All compresses to nothingness Gone?

--- 10-3-2024, M.A. Tempels © "... an elfchen"

[writingsandfandoms]

Love Won // Tagged by the incredible @elepenlove2 for a #elfchen Made a #shortstory 💐 • • #MBS #poem #poetrycommunity #poet #poetsociety #poetsofinstagram #poetry #micropoetry #writer #writingcommunity #writerscommunity #writtenword #writersofinstagram #writersofig #spilledink #spilledthoughts #instapoet #instapoetry https://www.instagram.com/p/Cnw3laZuwHi/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[heart-songs]

watch these watercolors bleed onto paper hues of a life unlived

-Cora Finch

[dreaming-wavelength]

[gphydeauthor]

Here’s an elfchen poem prompted by a chain from IG’s @randomerbobsxyz.

Feel free to continue to the chain starting your elfchen with the word ‘rain’.

Photo’s my own showing #Cleethorpes beach

#elfcen #poetry #poetrycommunity

[falkenherz]

796

Du,

das großartigste

Kleinod dieser Erde.

Meine Liebe sei dein.

Ewiglich.

- ewige Liebe