On self-loveMaybe whoOn self-love22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
she really loves,
is the name
of the boy
she thinks of,
while she lines
her chatoyant eyes
maybe the name
she really needs
to think of,
is her own.
The Crime of Self-PityIt is not a crimeThe Crime of Self-Pity1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
to feel self-pity once in a while.
There is nothing inherently
weak or wrong with curling up,
swathed in darkness’ womb,
and crying for yourself.
The notion that where you are
is solely the fault of your frailties
is nothing more than the decree
of an apathetic world that
would tell a grieving mother
it was God’s will.
“Stay strong,” we preach.
“You deserve to be happy, and loved.”
But strength has many meanings
and life does not care what you deserve.
It’ll leave you
defeated and bleeding
on your battlefield,
slithering through mud in the rain,
with no hand to hold
or miracles to occur
or ear to hear you plead for
one more chance—just one more
—because you don’t deserve this
and it hurts
and you want to go back
to the womb where you weren’t
expected to do anything
but just be,
where you had nothing to prove
and you were enough
the way you were,
curled and swathed in the dark.
ChangeThe sky only had a few light clouds stretched across it, the sun warming the Dawnclan camp pleasantly. A soft wind ruffled the grass that was sparely scattered over the dusty ground, picking up some fallen leaves and scraps of fur as it went. It was to be a classic New-Leaf day, a reminder that the weather was growing ever warmer in the lead up to Green-Leaf and while normally the camp would be bustling with noise, it was eerily quiet. the cats had all gathered in the camp's clearing, having been summoned by the call of their medicine cat, who'd stood in front of them all and spoken of her sign. A sign of who was to lead them now. A sign that nobody had expected.Change16 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Everyone turned their head to the one who spoke, all eyes meeting the tabby pelt of Fallenstar as he entered. Hazefire and Mothtrail followed him into the camp, both looking at the camp with a strange degree of curiosity. And as Fallenstar's mew hit everyone's ears, the talking began, muttering and talkings between ca
Operation Lovebird- Levi x Reader (PREVIEW)- Report! - Hanji demanded as I left Erwin’s office.Operation Lovebird- Levi x Reader (PREVIEW)9 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
- Sucessful... - was the only thing I could say.
- AHAHAHAH!!! - she laughed overjoyed; her eyes widening behind her goggles. - Ne-ne?! How was it?
How was it? Erwin looked collected and cold on a regular basis, but behind closed doors... He was a devil and I had just had a taste. Maybe more than a taste.
- It was... hot and cold.
I smiled deviously staring back at Erwin’s door and walked ahead of Hanji. She stopped in front of Erwin’s door deep in thought then proceeded to chase me across the halls examining my bite marks and scratches.
- Did you seduce him or have a fight? - she inquired examining a distinct brand of Erwin’s teeth on my shoulder.
- Oh! Better Hanji... much better. - I said almost out of breath. Every time I remembered Erwin, I felt breathless.
- Better? Better... - she questioned to herself. - Better?! Did he disclose new information on Titans???
- Hum... No. But I’m pretty sure
Heifetz undonelike a woman's high-pitched cry,Heifetz undone19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
tightened to a
narrow beam of lightness,
the plaintive sigh that sinks in
a sensual slink, down to the
throaty throb of her sweet pain,
to conclude in a crescendo
of pleasures peaked
through her curves,
lovingly implied with his bow,
so tantalizingly in the moment
of such a composed romance
Bloom and Gloom - ReviewBloom and Gloom - Review5 hours ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
As usual with these reviews, it will contain spoilers. Those of you who have not watched the episode and wish to avoid such spoilers, do not read this.
The premise of this episode is that Apple Bloom, after growing increasingly anxious at not having her cutie mark, feel a great deal of pressure, which threatens to turn the special day into a nightmare.
I just want to start this review off by commenting that this is the first time in a long time that the Crusaders' goal of finding their cutie marks has been given any real focus. Throughout the whole of last season, whenever these three had an episode devoted to them, it was always to showcase some other aspect of their characters. Sweetie Belle feeling jealous of her sister, Scootaloo getting upset at her lack of flying abilities and Apple Bloom wanting to prove that she could do things on her own. Now, let me go on record that I have no issue with this. In fact, the Crusaders' episodes were, to me at least, one of the highlights of the
RockRock21 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You are a fool, young cat," the she-badger spoke. The white stripes that marked her face gloomed in the dark cave. Her small black eyes reminded him of blackberries that the badger would often feast upon.
"But think about it, Midnight!" the tom insisted, his dark tabby pelt bristling and his amber eyes shining like a fierce fire. "What do we really know about them? Rumors have spread that a powerful force lives upon the mountains, but no one has ever seen it. If we could somehow awaken the beast, we could get anything we wanted!"
"You are blinded by power, my friend," the badger replied with a dismissive shake of her massive head.
"I know what I'm aiming for," the tom responded with a growl. "For seasons I've spent my life journeying around and seeing what this world has to offer. I seek to learn, I seek to know everything about everything. I want to be that cat that others refer to as a fountain of knowledge. I want to know the answer to every question in the entire universe. Only th
Commission: Special Investigation“It wasn’t that bad,” Sam said, closing her locker to give her friend a sympathetic grin.Commission: Special Investigation9 hours ago in Sketches More Like This
“It was that bad!” Clover whined, slamming her locker shut and resting her forehead against it. “I fumbled all over my speech. I totally froze up and looked like an idiot.”
“Yeah, why did you get so nervous?” Alex said, stroking her chin. “I mean, we’ve been through a lot scarier things than reading a paper on the history of California.”
Clover groaned and turned around, taking in a deep breath to continue her complaining. But before she could get a single syllable out, her jaw hung down in shock from who — or rather, what — she saw coming down the hallway.
“Take a picture, Clover,” Mandy snickered. “It’ll last longer.” The snotty, popular girl and Clover’s rival in the school waddled past her, tossing her long black hair before caressing her enormous
to my dear future husband, your loving poet wifeTell me how cliché we are, love,to my dear future husband, your loving poet wife21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
how we’re supposed to be all romantic,
gets-better-while-it-lasts wine kind of thing,
a step above the movies
of every Nicholas Sparks’ novel
The Gym Leaders: Skyla TgThe Gym Leaders: Skyla Tg4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Gym Leaders
It was a rainy Saturday morning, Dylan sat on his couch watching the TV quietly. His family had gone on Friday for a brief vacation and had left him with his Grandma, who spent her entire day napping. To sum it up, Dylan was very bored, normally he spent his weekends hanging out his friends Ian and Dale, but strangely enough, recently they hadn't replied to his texts or calls and when he investigated by going to their respective houses, their parents said they didn't know who Ian or Dale were, it was as if Dylan was the only one who remembered them.
Of all of areas of the house that Dylan had explored they all seemed pretty boring and plain, but there was one room that they had not ventured into, the Attic. After watching television for about a hour and making sure that his Grandma was fast asleep in her room, Dylan gathered up the nerve to venture to the attic, it was the only room on the very top floor of the house and was entered by a strange looking door th
Love Song Requiem [Jean x Ghost!Reader]Love Song Requiem [Jean x Ghost!Reader]1 day ago in Drama More Like This
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GfQxAhVithM Please listen while you read!)
“Hey. It’s been a while.”
The wind stills. The thick blankets of clouds thin and part just a bit, allowing the warm rays of the sun to the break through the cold. But, thin flakes of snow still sprinkle over the white landscape.
Jean’s soft brown hues catch that light, transforming them into pools of gold. Reddened hands are shoved into the pockets of his coat, the heat stinging his skin.
“Things going well with you? Can you believe it’s been a year since we joined the Scouts?”
The fingertips of the wind lightly brush his hair from his forehead. Closing his lids, he inhales the crisp, biting, winter air. Crystalline flakes gather around the neck of his coat and glitter in the light. Neck bowed, he watched his boots imprint his steps into the pristine pathway. He stops at the oak that shields a little stone from the abuse of the weather. Tall and proud, a little yellow b
Fall To Ruin (RP)The gods were angry. That was what the mortals new. Their creators were angry in how their creations had evolved from something pure to become something fowl. Greedy, stuck-up, cruel, untrustworthy, evil, these were all the things the gods and goddess saw of man. They wouldn't stand for it. Thus an agreement would be made among the deities within their glorious paradise. The gods would take away the ability of reproduction, so that no more creatures such as them would be born. Next, they would take away death. Those who were beginning to experience life to those who were to soon meet their end, would no longer age nor have to fear certain doom whatever it might be.Fall To Ruin (RP)1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
The gods would then abandon the mortal realm and would start over. What then became of their old creations was chaos. In little time the beasts, demons, and all monsters-alike, would fall upon man, devouring them over and over again, as their souls have nowhere to go and are forced to be reborn in this endless limbo. Many wo
beststrokesdewing the mourn,beststrokes7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
lost in dashing effortless
and passive luminescence,
drunk with white gold
and lax defense.
hands in laps
the immense beyond
dressing up the worst
in a desperate clasp
and making plans
with all our intentions
spanning the heavens.
if we are seven
in a sea of sixes
then we've lost
Lonicerahoneyed aroma-Lonicera23 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
trumpets suckled by hummers
draw summer nearer
weaving closed the gap from spring
day 17: lostsometimes i remember you.day 17: lost17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
i have learned to be hollow
to avoid the pain,
but what happened to
us, late night calls,
and 2am coffeestains
that smelled of saltwater
smudged with laughter, and relief
in the shapes of our fingerprints?
you may have forgotten that
i used to trust you with my
life. you may have forgotten
that you saved me,
because we turned into words
choked out because you
never wanted them inside
you in the first place,
and distrust. we exchanged
our favorite colors.
you are now my vermillion,
but a violent shade of beautiful,
hating me with bitter passion,
me, your numb grey, but never
rising from the shadows, like
you would have wanted for me,
back then. our then shining
eyes are now shattered glass,
transparent, afraid, unsure,
and only when i see you looking
back at me do i know that you
still remember, not me, but us.
i know that i was impossible,
annoying at times, but no
School of Madness pt58~ Flames Of AngerSchool of Madness pt58~ Flames Of Anger19 hours ago in Romance More Like This
"Law... What did you do?" You ask. He closes his eyes.
"I knew something was up... I had to start questioning people... But.... They were so stubborn ___!.... I had to do something.... I didn't want him to hurt you! I... I only did all those things to protect you! Please don't look at me like that..." Law pleads, looking into your eyes. You stare at him with a mixture of shock and horror. "I'm sorry..." He whispers, bowing his head to you, shaking slightly.
"Kid too?" You whisper. He doesn't answer, fingers digging into the the earth. "Answer me! Did you hurt Kid too!?" You demand, tears threatening your eyes.
"Yes!" He confesses, bowing his head lower. You shook, tears escaping your eyes you didn't know what to do. A hand coming over yours makes you look over at Kid.
Trailblaze - Chapter: 13Trailblaze - Chapter: 1319 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter: 13 A Veiled Deception
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE ASSAULT ON STEFAN'S CASTLE HAS FAILED?!" bellowed the Raven. He, Nora, and Prince Hans were in Weselton Manor when a flyer delivered the news.
"I'm sorry, master..." bowed the flyer. "Our forces were decimated."
"But how? Stefan's power was weakened. Surely his fairies couldn't have-"
"It was Tomas." said the warrior.
The mention of his name brought hidden delight to Nora's heart. She faintly smiled, as if cheering within. "WHAT?! He survived the Scarlet Sword? Those useless assassins!" The Raven twitched, "What of Rapunzel? Was our kidnapping successful?"
"No, my master. It too was stopped by Tomas and those who follow him."
"Thataboy, Tomas." Nora whispered to herself.
The Raven cawed angrily, "Fly for the kingdom'
Save me (DoctorXReader)Save me (DoctorXReader)23 hours ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
~AN: This is meant to be with any Doctor so pick your favorite...and then out in the comments which one you picked because I'm curious.~
“Don’t you get it?! He isn’t real! None of it is real! It’s science fiction!” Your mother screamed at the top of her lungs. “None of your idiotic little fantasies will be real! Why can’t you live in reality?! Why do you love this damn show so much?!”
“Don’t you think I know it isn’t real?!” You screamed back. “I just like the hope that one day he’ll save me from my miserable life! Maybe if I traveled with him he’d teach me to love myself! Because I hate myself! I hate how I am and everything I do and make!Maybe he'll make me realize I’m not a worthless piece of shit! Show me there’s more to my world than misery! Show me happiness! He’d show me wonder beyond belief and love me for who I am! I want the pain to stop! I don’t want to rem
Beyond Closed DoorsWhat liesBeyond Closed Doors11 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Past those closed doors?
Your fears manifested?
Wealth, wisdom, or whimsical worlds?
Swallow your doubts.
Discover and explore,
Don’t glance back, tread beyond closed doors,
Pretend Goth to Pretty Pink Doll (Part 4) As Madam Anastacia chortled in glee, I felt the sick, dark dread of someone who has made a horrible mistake.Pretend Goth to Pretty Pink Doll (Part 4) 17 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This whole evening had started out trying to please the beautiful and elegant Patchouli. Even when the 'makeover' she offered turned out to instead be an offer to be the entertainment for Patchouli and a group of her friends, it wasn't that bad. Because even as she humiliated me, I knew she would never harm me. And I felt like, even if I was just her entertainment, she would get to know me and we could become friends. Maybe even boyfriend/girlfriend. It was kind of like that with Raven, Ivy and all the ladies that I sort of knew from the club. But somehow Madam Anastacia had been invited into the party. Patchouli had said she was good at makeovers. But somehow I knew that her motivation was different. Somehow I knew she got something other than entertainment out of having someone under her control. (OK, she was a profes
swan diveserpent eyes, you stair-step the ladder of my spineswan dive4 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
with parched lips and whispered treasures,
weaving an enchantment measured
deep like waves across sweat-slicked skin,
your breath a gasping, breaking me in
with a grin, you let your knuckles do the talking,
walking promises like dogs pulling at the leash
avoiding the corner fire hydrants
because that's where the town meets
to swap gossip like spit
and you can't stand to let your secrets slip
so they pool instead at the corners
of your poison-chapped lips
when i leave for calmer waters and wider lanes,
catch your heart as it drops,
jot your number on scrap paper,
drop my name in the right circle and maybe they'll go 'round
telling you i risked it all to find myself,
a paralyzed swan diving from high spaces
on a dare to feel everything except broken...
but more likely they'll scoot out their chairs,
flip you the bird, and leave without saying anything
Be Quiet | Kise x ReaderBe Quiet | Kise x Reader15 hours ago in Romance More Like This
The Kaijo High school library was your sanctuary. It wasn't large but it was by no means small. A nerdy or geeky as it sounds, you loved books. All your life, everyday was filled with reading surrounded by the mass amount of books in your home that belonged to your parents. Your father worked as an editor, your mother wrote short stories in magazines. So it's no wonder you were doomed to be a bookworm from the moment you could read.
Since you loved reading so much, naturally, you also liked a nice and quiet environment. That's where the library comes in. Because you didn't have many friends (and all your friends from middle school all went to other schools), you spent most of the time in the school library. You even joined the school's library committee. It was quiet and unless there's a test or exam coming up, it was mostly empty.
Until, that is, a certain blond model started showing up.
Lately, Kise had been showing up at the library more often, which really bugged you. 'Just why