.i have loved.8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
i have danced
to the music of torture
i can forget the rest
no, i want the annihilating sweetnessyou were right when you said i lackno, i want the annihilating sweetness22 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
Murder: A Medicine Cat FallsMurderMurder: A Medicine Cat Falls21 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
It's Like Poisoni never likedIt's Like Poison21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
the taste of cigarettes
until i tasted them
on your lips
Dark!Levi x Insane!Reader |Returning| AUDark!Levi x Insane!Reader |Returning| AU21 hours ago in Horror More Like This
A nurse with a clipboard in her hand, began staring down at you. From the dark circles underneath your eyes, to the slight twitching of your hand. Your eyes were innocently closed, but your body seemed very much awake. Small whimpers would leave your chapped lips on occasion. The nurse let out a sigh at your condition, before looking down at a note she had left herself.
Ah, that was right - a man claimed he was going to pick you up today. Take you back home, or something like that. The nurse was surprised to see such a handsome and wealthy young man wish to obtain you from this place, but nevertheless didn't question it. He claimed to be a friend, even from your early childhood.
With the time getting closer of his arrival, she decided it'd be best to awaken you.
"(Name), it's time for you to get up. Someone's coming for you." Her voice was patient, as she was trained to be. Rather than gaining a reaction from you, you motionlessly lied there, trying to act blissfully unaware of her cal
Pumpkin WifePeter loved pumpkins. He reveled in the squash: the texture, the taste, the smell. Halloween was the time that they 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 Wife21 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
shooting nightmaresgatling claw grips pistolshooting nightmares23 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
2p!Italy x Reader: Game of Cat and Mouse...?2p!Italy x Reader: Game of Cat and Mouse...?22 hours ago in General Fiction More Like This
2p!Italy x (Fem)Reader: Cat and Mouse...?
A/N: This is a slightly short story of mine, just a heads up. And if you're a girl/read reader-inserts with Fem!Reader, completely disregard this and continue on with the story. For those others, it is implied that the Reader is a girl, but you can change it in your mind if you're not or don't like it that way. I won't judge. On with the story~!
Loud clamoring and the sounds of a bustling city could be heard all around (Name) as she made her way through an ocean of people. Occasionally, someone going the opposite way would accidentally bump shoulders with the (h/c) haired girl, at which she muttered a low apology.
Now, where was (Name) going? Her house of course! The evening sun already had started to sink behind the horizon in it's daily, yet always spectacular, blazing sunset.
But something was amiss in this otherwise ordinary situation. A pair of magenta tinted
lost son, crumbling daughter (corinth) in a moment of hesitationlost son, crumbling daughter (corinth) 23 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
PerspectiveAnd wasn't it tender,Perspective5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
the way I asked for the moon
to a shooting star,
one silly night.
Wasn't it true
the way I held it
between my fingers
And didn't you smile
thinking how easy,
how easy it felt
that kind of happiness.
Don't tell me
it is impossible now,
go open the window
take the moon for a while.
Lamia of Mars ILamia of Mars I 22 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
diamonds on the rock, with a twisttoying with slinksdiamonds on the rock, with a twist23 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
metal rings in my ears, ringringring
sounding like people calling for god
squeezingpUlSiNg my fingers
doused with scotch
as i drink it and twist myself
into a heap of contained pressure
and without abuse
there are no diamonds until the ice
and silver return
to where they once were but i drink
Sabrina VS Alex Halloween Death BattleSabrina VS Alex Halloween Death Battle20 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
*Natalia, Kra, and the Blob walk (or slide) back into the room.
Kra: “Alright, we’re back from lunch and ready to host. It’s Time for a-“
????: “HERE’S THAT FUCKER!”
*Kra is interrupted as Deadpool slammed open the door, hopping into the room. Hopping, because he was missing one leg. He hopped over to the Blob, and stuck his arm into the gooey mass, feeling around for something, After a few seconds, he pulled out a naked human leg, severed at the knee.
Deadpool: “DamnstupidblobstealingmylegMonstersthesedayshavenorespect!” He grumbled, reattaching his leg and pigeon walking to the door. “KICK HER ASS SABRINA!”” *Slam
Natalia: “….Well that just happened.”
Kra: “Huh. I was wondering where you got your lunch Blob. Anyways, its time-”
The Blob: “FOR A DEATH BATTLE!”
Natalia: “Wait, what the fu-“
Westbridge High School
the suicide hotline was unavailablethere are pill bottles cluttering up my bookcase,the suicide hotline was unavailable16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
multiplying at such a rate that i begin to wonder
if they've somehow learned to reproduce.
they take up the empty spaces between
Wilde and King, Grimm and Pierce:
(the spaces between my lungs and my heart,
my fingers and my toes, the vertebrae
of my neck and spine; all the gaps
that you left behind when you died.)
it's 9 p.m. and i am finally waking up,
wishing that i could stay unconscious just a
little bit longer, only another ten hours or so,
buried away in my foxhole of a bed trying to
escape the war that's taking place inside my mind.
i thought that if i carried you on my body,
you would always be with me when i needed you.
instead i found that i needed you more and more,
and felt you with me less than ever:
the groundskeeper is getting tired of seeing me.
Droids/Something StellarDroids/Something StellarDroids/Something Stellar1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
breathe, something stellar,
scent, anything extra,
move, film gather
breathe something stellar
with droids under your fingernails
and oxycontin in the folds
of your dirty palms.
breathe something stellar.
breathe something stellar.
breath, breathe, breathing.
you’re panting now.
as you scent,
sent, cent, smell
scent anything extra
in the form of bottles
strewn and scattered
with rims sewn to your
you smell like you’re
living in death too much.
you smell like anything
in excess, anything extra.
move, film gather
as your pivot slips
and calypso relapses,
a titan attack on atlas.
barley more than barely
weighs on your skull.
you smell like
you’re living in death too much.
you smell like anything
in excess, anything extra
with droids under your fingernails
and oxycontin in the folds
of your dirty palms.
lifeless fingers drone
A Mother's Love: 2A Mother's Love: 217 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Minutes later the blue fluffybottom floated over to him with a frown. She pushed at him to wake him up, but he did not move or make a sound. She placed her ear close to his face to listen or feel his breathing. The pixie clapped happily before she floated up to the drakenum that had followed her. She pointed to Gib with a smile, yet the woman stared in shock at the boy. “B-but he is so small. How could he manage to do such a thing?”
The fluffybottom shrugged. The drakenum sighed as she got to her knees, bowing her head close to get a better look at Gib. “He has their scent of them, but…it’s incredible to believe he was the one to defeat such fearsome creatures.”
Her doubtful gaze softened as a smile crept across her face as she gazed over the tiny boy. Her fingers delicately pushed the mask and hat off to reveal more of him. He had long, pointed ears and blond hair. His skin was dark from most likely l
psychosis (elevation.elation)you don't do or die shit,psychosis (elevation.elation)14 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you just barely survive this
and that's bare minimum.
naked grief and hardly livin'.
yes, our kind are all witnesses
to the socioeconomic guillotine
beheading hopes and dreams
but our figureheads were
and screaming peace
piece by piece
if that’s what it took to spy
peace, even if it was
spotted in pieces.
and you don’t need a piece
to tranquilize or stimulate minds
but rather unabashed honesty
and ferocity in your veracity
eloquently and emotionally.
i want the powers that be
to hear me when i’m pouring
and spitting out all of me.
with my soul visible
to the naked eye
i respect the survival
but i’m here for the revival
of honest living
not just breathing.
scream inspiration like goliath
behemoth burdens like colossus
i will express until my body’s non-existent
ensuring my thoughts curl and twist
rousing tornados and emotion
‘cause i want people to fe
Going Once (BuckyXReader) OneShot“Hay Bucky,” (F/N) said wiggling her eye brows in an odd fashion with a smirk plastered on her face.Going Once (BuckyXReader) OneShot1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Whatever it is you are about to ask the answer is no,” he said sternly never taking his eyes off of the newspaper in his hands. He already knew that he didn’t want any part in whatever scheme she had come up with (That would most likely fail).
“To bad because I’m a tell you anyway,” she said while hopping up onto the couch he had been sitting on. “Now here is my totally epic, garneted to work, master plan! We, wait for it…” she paused for dramatic affect even though Bucky was barley paying her attention. “We stick one hundred and fifteen for sale signs on Starks house’s lawn!” She looked at Bucky wide eyed waiting for a response.
“Why would I help you with that.”
Truly a man of few words (F/N) couldn’t help but chuckle at this thought. “You’ll help me because its H
Guardians Halloween Special : Arendelle NightmaresGuardians Halloween Special : Arendelle Nightmares17 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Arendelle 3:00 am
THE FOLLOWING IS TAKEN FROM THE DATALOG OF GALACTIC GUARDIAN, ELSA GOLDENHEART.
I awakened to the most peculiar sound. I rolled over in bed, groggily moaning, "Michael, dear....what is that-" I quickly gasped, realizing my husband was gone. "Michael?" I leapt out of bed, straightened my baby-blue nightgown, and cautiously crept downstairs. The entire castle was blackened by night, with the exception of........."The kitchen.", I groaned. "Of course." I walked in to the sounds of clinking glasses and plates. There was my husband, dazily recreating whatever late-night snack had formed in his dreams.
Michael turned to me with a seemingly intoxicated smirk. "Hey honey!", he cheerfully said while placing bits of chocolate and marshmallows on a bowl of ice cream. He motioned me towards it. "Want a bite?"
I facepalmed. "Michael, we've been over this. You know I'm a light sleeper! This snacking has to sto-" My husband