AfterlifeSome scars show how we can heal after every cut,Afterlife11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
silver-linings gouged into the sky;
indenting beauty beyond belief
and greater than the world we live in.
I notice that the dark canvas shows no stitches -
likewise, the tears fall from the clouds only when the sun inflicts its pain.
[Kindness is more than merely an act of giving:
to think that death may be worse than the life you've been living].
H(our).it is trueH(our).17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
you can't redo
the last hour of your life,
but you have exactly one hour
to make the next one
Sebastian x Shy Reader: Chess Piece- Part TwoSebastian x Shy Reader: Chess Piece- Part Two1 day ago in Romance More Like This
Her Gentleman, Chess Piece: Part Two
Lady Camilla Riverside let a private smile grace her lips, as she began her deft appraisal of the Lord who might be good enough to steal her daughter away. She had never met Lord Michaelis before, and if her doubts were to be put to rest, she would need to get inside his mind and study him at her leisure. If the man couldn’t be a pawn in some way or other, she wouldn’t let him near (F/n). It wasn’t wise to have a partner who was better than you in every way; especially if (F/n) was to have freedom as a married woman.
As the men drew closer to where Camilla and (F/n) were seated, the elder Lady Riverside tallied points for each gentleman in her head. Though the Earl hadn’t stated an interest in courting (F/n), there was still a possibility for a match there as well, if Lord Michaelis failed to endear himself and take an interest in her daughter.
no, i want the annihilating sweetnessyou were right when you said i lackno, i want the annihilating sweetness3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
the nerve to drive my car into the
ocean. i stay out late, the splinters
of our electric city clicking against
my teeth, & come home to the flash
of your whispers flushing my body
with nervous polyrhythms. last night
i found the letter in which i named
your eyes orestes and pylades:
star-crossed & polished & eager to
settle on a cosmic altar where we
trembled as if we were glasses
of water & i've been wandering, i'll
confess, beyond the perimeters of
your damaged skin, beyond the quiet
fluster of your gleaming spine.
i wandered, with vespers foaming at
the brink of my eyelashes, rushing
to collect the wire hearts of sexy
insomniac goddesses, but your tongue
was a fleet of white doves trained
to pick at my tendons. & the
morning slams into the back of
my neck as i rummage through your
black salt pupils, looking for
the dictionary i left there, open,
rising & setting like a diary.
the last page reads: speak to me in a
language you knew before
[2/2] Don't Shut Me Out [Levi x Fem!Reader][2/2] Don't Shut Me Out [Levi x Fem!Reader]1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
The next couple of weeks were hell for Levi. He found himself more immersed in work than usual, and with no upcoming expeditions, was cooped up in his room during both waking and sleeping hours. Whenever he did leave his room, he always found you and to say that he was mad was an understatement.
Life carried on for you as though nothing had changed except for the fact that you no longer stopped by his office, be it for work-related purposes or just to see him. You no longer brought him his usual pot, you didn’t pass by and wave, you didn’t sit down and chat over tea. There was no waking up to your peaceful visage, nor were there evening pecks to ease him after a stressful day. It was as though everything between the two of you had been erased, and despite his outburst at Hanji the day he’d found about your amnesia, he knew that your forgetting was the last thing he had wanted. It bothered him when Hanji told him you’d been trying to suppress your memories
It's Like Poisoni never likedIt's Like Poison3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
the taste of cigarettes
until i tasted them
on your lips
Cuddle buddy || Kuroo Tetsurou x Male!ReaderCuddle buddy || Kuroo Tetsurou x Male!Reader1 day ago in Romance More Like This
It was official; Kuroo Tetsurou was the best cuddle buddy ever.
It wasn't simply cuddling that we are talking about, no, he made it simply majestic.
His arms and legs were long and slender, easily to wrap them around your body, to tangle his longer limbs with yours, the large feet, which may or may not were covered in socks, brushing over your with your school pants covered legs, one arms securely wrapped around your waist whilst the other was used as a pillow as you slept.
Kuroo watched his slight softened eyes how you rested peacefully in his arms.
He had heard from other that you haven't felt good lately and that your sleep wasn't doing so good as well.
The black haired male knew that his hugs could fulfill magic, that was no secret, and he also was aware of that you would do anything for a good hug or cuddling.
That was the reason why he was your cuddle buddy.
Kuroo would always tell you 'no homo' – of course – before pulling you down with him as he would
Murder: A Medicine Cat FallsMurderMurder: A Medicine Cat Falls3 hours ago in General Fiction More Like This
A Medicine Cat Falls
I opened my eyes to a black void. My breath came in staggered gasps, and my fur stood on end. I could feel ground beneath me. It was smooth and cold, yet I could not see it. Where am I? I wondered, swinging my head left and right. Blackness stretched out around me. The silence grew deafening; the only sound was my beating heart, racing ever faster.
I rose to my paws shakily.
"Hello?" my voice rang out, echoing in the empty space. I shivered. "Please, tell me where I am!"
My eyes widened at the sound of the voice. A light like the sun burst out in front of me, and I squinted against the sudden glare. A silhouette melted into view, and my heart skipped a beat when I realized who the newcomer was.
"Leafpool!" I cried. "I'm so happy to see you! Where am I? Why is my memory so hazy?!"
I remembered seeing the tabby she-cat in my dreams. She had been my companion through my years as a medicine cat apprentice. She had been at m
Pumpkin WifePeter loved pumpkins. He reveled in the squash: the texture, the taste, the smell. Halloween was the time that were revered, worshiped, receiving the attention he believed they deserved. It was the time when they were everywhere and he relished those moments. To him pumpkins were perfection come to existence.Pumpkin Wife3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Peter, do you love me?"
Her voice strained to overcome the chattering of other couples as they walked through the field.
"No, why would you ask that?" Peter bent down and picked up a pumpkin, his eyes fixated on it.
"It's just that we've--we've been together for a while now. And I-I thought that maybe you'd fallen in love with me?"
"It's been two months," he said setting the pumpkin down in its former place.
"But we're basically living together, you can't tell me that doesn't mean something."
"So what, it's easier for you to stay with me. Right?"
"Maybe, but--you really don't love me?"
Peter's gaze ventured from the pumpkins to her, he scrunched up his nose at the word 'love'.
Dear You: A ConversationYou're still pure, you know.Dear You: A Conversation16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
8-year-old you took a glance at you now
and asked where your positivity had gone.
You let it go along the way.
Because you didn't deserve it?
Don't need it?
Didn't believe in it?
Were too afraid of it?
Where are you as a painting
facing the wall?
This whole time you've been
but it's time to paint
This is the real deal,
and it's been far too long
since you've given yourself
the privilege of
I want to travel.
I want to experience new things each day.
I want to spend my entire life living outside of the life I know, and then come home to everything and everyone I love!
It isn't a question of
whether you'll get there
But is this life meant to be
and fears so real they don't let you get out of bed.
It's only fear.
The butterflies before
something great happens.
You fear you may stutter but you will
stumble past into a world of
I love you too (Steve x Reader) One-shotI love you too (Steve x Reader) One-shot18 hours ago in General Fiction More Like This
'If you like her that much, why don't you ask her out?' Natasha told Steve, while she sat behind Tony's desk at Stark Tower, overlooking the training room and going through some reports.
'What makes you think I like her?' Steve frowned, looking inside the training room and watching you help Clint get all the arrows, he had shot during training, back. Tony didn't seem to be very pleased about the holes in the walls.
Natasha laughed, turning around to face Steve. 'Oh, come on! I'm not blind and neither is she. I bet she is dying for you to ask her out.'
'I remember a certain captain once said finding a girl in the same 'line of business' was hard, well, open your eyes, cap. I think you found her.'
Steve smiled, watching you run around the training room together with Clint and dodging all the projectiles that J.A.R.V.I.S. fired at you. You took the two Asgardian blades - a present from Thor, since you were not Asgardian yourself - from your back and turned them around in your
lost son, crumbling daughter (corinth) in a moment of hesitationlost son, crumbling daughter (corinth) 5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
i see myself yesterday
quivering like windchimes
imagining your existence
like you were the lost son
of a corinthian
rich and decadent
was the order of days
laid in indulgence
in pseudo counter-culture
of love exemptions
as you stood over me
i quivered not like a leaf
for (the) fall was long
but like an avalanche
quick and unyielding
burying any semblance
of sanity under
a crumbled psyche
A Mother's Love: 1A Mother's Love: 11 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In a cave in the northern regions of Sthreldrum, a drakenum, in her human form, slumped to her knees before the blood-drenched nest of clothes where her hatchlings once rested. They were her babies. Her darlings that she brought into the world through a father that had been slain by a dragon-slayer weeks back. She had not expected for a creature to get past her obstacles in the front of the cave to come in and slaughter them. No bodies were there and by the horrid scent, she knew it was a basilisk that had devoured her hatchlings.
Her long, snow-white hair draped in front of her chest and covered most of her reddened eyes. Tears slid down her brown-skinned cheeks from her blue eyes with no pupils within. She couldn’t even make a sound at the moment as her gaze remained on the blood. She could smell her babies. It made her gut clench and eventually her breathing became rapid. Consumed in sorrow, she remained like a statue on the flo
shooting nightmaresgatling claw grips pistolshooting nightmares5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
handling trigger tremors
and night terrors
that blast cannons
into the dusk of obscurity
the moon curls into the cusp
of my lips as maria
drips from my tongue like saliva
and the stranglehold
of the night
leaves terrae spines
in my skin as torment
shoots itself into my veins
ItShe said it untilIt21 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It was just a
Sound without meaning.
He remained silent
To avoid choking
On every syllable.
She saw it as a
Series of black
Marks on white paper.
She wrote it quickly
So she wouldn't be
Able to change her mind.
He always froze
Whenever he picked
Up the pen.
She repeated it until
She had convinced herself
Nothing was wrong.
He got used to
He didn't exist.
But there should
Have been no
Need to try.
Lamia of Mars ILamia of Mars I 4 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
- MISSION TO MARS -
To say that they were not all feeling some manner of trepidation would have been disingenuous: all were quite aware of the myriad things that could go wrong before they even left the ground, but it was tempered by a firm optimism. Indeed, being surrounded by Americans, it was the kind of relentless hopefulness that made one slightly bitter. Why couldn't all people be as miserable as her rainy backwater island, Emma thought. Though she was not ungrateful to be here – far from it. Ahead of her was the greatest journey carrying the greatest responsibility in the history of humanity. It was a bright, clear day in Florida in the year 2023. Much as she hesitated to admit it, Emma Arianna Thompson was entering the third decade of her life. It seemed she had been half that age half as long ago, like the years hadn't passed her by as she ran on autopilot in ferocious pursuit of her dream career. But now she had attained
Random Haiku is RandomRise from the deadRandom Haiku is Random13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Born from power and righteous
Liberate the beast
His ascension sharp
Piercing the wintry moonlight
To his fallen foes
Utter the heartless
Turned to darkness
Their lights shrouded in despair
Marching on forward
Till the very day
Earth becomes solemn itself
Silence reigning all