catcall got your tongue?i.catcall got your tongue?4 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
the man says,
his whistles echo
like choking screams
from the passenger side window.
in a moment the car
has swept into the distance
in a windstorm of red-brown dirt.
it's two months after my twelfth birthday
and for the first time
I feel the fears of a woman.
we were in middle school
at some friend's pool party,
swimming in orange afternoon sun.
they crossed the dried grass
in their bikinis and the cars,
I can still hear their honking,
all of us startled like little birds
by the sound--
squealing out beneath grinning faces,
our bodies barely out of the first gate.
stubbornly crossing my arms
and wrapping in my towel,
staring at the shutters of the house
I couldn't hear.
she was barely old enough
to ride her bike by herself
when she came home crying--
auntie was dying of cancer
and all she could think of
was the laughter of the boys in her class
at the word "breast".
they were jokers cack
Live Life, Be BraveSo the morning has once again brokenLive Life, Be Brave1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Into shattered pieces of a brand new day
And I’m trying to avoid asking myself
If I’m here and if I’m feeling okay
You see, yesterday I fractured my mind
Now today I am avoiding the cracks
That pave my path towards recovery
But one day I promise I’ll get back
‘You will get back to where exactly?’
With puzzled faces I hear my friends ask
To a point where I feel I am capable
Of completing simple every day tasks
That each one of you will take for granted
But are the fabric of my sanity
That I will weave into a blanket of hope
To shelter my mind from misery
Now the evening has once again arrived
Bright lights ask if I am here or there
So long as I am where I am loved
My reflection and I don’t really care
Because I know I am stronger than this
I am more than the intrusions my mind craves
A 'no entry' sign now greets them at my door
It’s time to just live life and be brave
Human!FNAF X Reader Ch.17: Sincerely...Call ended, you get up and leave Parts/Service, heading back for the kitchen. You were starting to get seriously tired of this job, in all honesty. You just wanted it to be over with. There was just way more drama and boy trouble than you cared to deal with.Human!FNAF X Reader Ch.17: Sincerely...6 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
That, and it was kind of starting to become enjoyable, which you found terrifying. You were certainly no slut, and Nichole had even agreed with you on that one. You were kind of scared that maybe you were turning into one though. You were starting to enjoy the guy attention. It was new, and it was kind of exciting. But it was also horribly bad. It was messed up, too. They weren’t even actual people. You didn’t even know what they were, really. Just that they were something you shouldn’t be getting involved with.
But you were, sadly. And, jeez, it was seriously screwing with your head.
Bonnie had tried to kill you just the other day, and you had the cuts and bruises on your back to prove it, yet you
Just StopIn comes another dagger,Just Stop20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Piercing my heart.
Let it simmer and burn me from the inside.
Just don't let it ricochet with twice the force,
To have a glint of silver at your throat.
Flight Crossing my fingers,Flight20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wrinkling my nose.
Knocking on wood,
Curling my toes.
Please, oh please, let this work.
Spreading my arms out,
Closing my eyes.
Repressing the lies.
Am I ready to fly?
phases of the moonwe are like the phases of the moon;phases of the moon23 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I could feel your breathing labored,
your body quivering while I leaned over you
a kiss so tender, eyes closed with exhaustion
I heard you inhale when my lips trailed your cheek,
a hand caressing your jaw -
we were the half moon that night,
time was irrelevant to us, that slippery fiend
lights dancing in our closed eyes,
mouths tasting each other
like a rare delicacy, exotic fruit on our tongues -
slow, deliberately, exquisitely ..
And then we are the full moon,
Necrophiliac"You, yes you! I need your help. I'm bound by something deep inside my corrupted black soul to tell my tale of horror night by night, so wake up. *shakes your shoulders*Necrophiliac22 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
*nodding* Yes I realize you probably don't care about my demons. About the things that keep me awake all night. But there isn't anywhere you can go dear friend, so I guess you'll just have to listen. *wags finger*
It was back in 92', I was just a boy about 15. My mama always said I was a naughty little boy who tried doin' all sorts of adult things way before I should even be thinking about them. I see that look on your face you fithy bastard, *laughing* no I don't mean sex. I was hornier than you'd ever believe and all the girls in my class were prettier than all get out. (Or maybe that's just how I remember them.) And I don't mean smokin' and drinkin' though I did a little bit of both. I'm referring to my obsession with death.
I liked watching that show about the lawyers and cops in New York,
Contradictory Suicide LetterIf you’re reading this…Contradictory Suicide Letter22 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dear everybody throughout the years,
I’m trying my best to write this through tears.
All I want to say is I have finally conquered my fears.
It’s time for me to close my ears
And start up my gears.
I’m leaving everything behind.
Today marks a new adventure to find
What I wanted when I was confined—
Life is telling me to unwind,
For today starts my peace of mind.
So, I’m putting away what harmed me.
All my knives and all their words; I’ll be set free.
I’ve gone through fires of the Hell that I couldn’t flee
Until I saw my own foggy breath and fell into the sea,
Where quickly enough I began to plea.
I’m going to let go of my life and start anew,
Correcting my mistakes and undo
What I have caused that wasn’t true.
So, I would like to thank you
For helping me get through—
There’s no point in me being miserable
When I have everything in my grasp and it’s unbreakable.
Deleted (Armin x Reader) AUDeleted (Armin x Reader) AU1 day ago in General Fiction More Like This
My eyes lit up as the young blonde came into view. Armin’s smile made my heart flutter but something else caught my attention. There, on his childish face, sat a big red splotch that I knew would bruise.
“Hey (Y/N).” Armin greeted me in his quiet tone.
If I had a voice I would give him a hello. Knowing I was unable to speak, he simply sighed as he stared at me. The frown remained on my face as I kept my gaze on the mark that graced his cheek.
“So do you want to see the story I wrote today?”
I glared at the thirteen year old but didn’t dwell on the matter. He would tell me eventually; he tells me everything. He could come here and just go on for hours. I suppose he felt safe around me since there was no way I could actually repeat the things he said to me.
The young boy dug through his school bag before producing a crumpled paper. The pathetic piece of notebook paper looked as if it had been thrown into a lake and then fished out. Armin looked down at
symphony no. 7 in f#i. leaning your head against the window only hurtssymphony no. 7 in f#22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
when there isn't a tire underneath your seat and
maybe i knew that already but it didnt matter no
it never mattered it only mattered that the seat in
front of me was a throne and i was behind it bowing
down and i forgot it just so i could remember
ii. perfection has a new definition because it's not
magic wands and cherry lips, it's wisps of hair that
float in the breeze, it's curls of breath on a frosty
morning, it's words with poetry latticed and laced
inbetween the syllables, that's perfection to me
iii. it used to take an utterance to say my day, yes,
a single glance in my direction and a goodbye and
maybe a smile maybe a wink or two and i'm home
free (ah i miss the days where every other vowel set
off a waterfall of phrases and clauses in my mind, ah i
miss the days where every breath was gold every smile
was platinum every laugh was diamond)
Hetalia x reader April fool's day!Hetalia x reader April fool's day! 9 hours ago in General Fiction More Like This
You heard the sound of a letter being dropped and a package drop from your letter box. You signed and walked over to where your front door was. You picked up the letter and opened it to receive a 'black mail' letter.
'Dear, Miss (Name) (Last Name).
We would like to inform you on your warning that you must come to the park at 10' o clock sharp wearing only this outfit.'
You read out. You opened the package only to face a small prostitute Mickey mouse outfit. You had big mouse ears, a tight short skirt that was suppose to look like like his red shorts of course, a black tank top and of course stockings that will show the strapping with high heels.
You gormed at the outfit and threw it in the trash.
"Theirs no way I'm walking to the park looking like a fricken hooker!" you said annoyed, when you suddenly saw the letter continued.
'However..If you refuse to wear this outfit and not show up at the park. We have your photo
Fat-Cat Anniversary (Anthro Cat TF WG)I yawned and stretched, I had such an amazing and tremendous party last night! It was an overall crazy night and I had a ton of fun. As I hopped out of bed, my black cat Ziggy crept into the room. "Hey there, buddy!" The cat purred happily as he crept about. "I'll feed you and take you for a walk in a bit, just let me wake up first!" The cat hissed in response, not liking the answer in the least. "Sorry, buddy! Don't worry, after a nice hot shower I'll take you outside!" The cat hissed once more and left the room. Lately, I felt like I've been too hard on the little guy. I've been banning him from sitting on the sofa, criticizing him for leaving his hairballs everywhere and I even put him in the kennel during the party last night. I guess the reason I've been so hard on him lately is that I had been gone for a month and left Ziggy in the care of a relative. Unfortunately, she had let Ziggy eat whatever he wanted and now the cat was fairly pudgy and overweight. I've been putting him onFat-Cat Anniversary (Anthro Cat TF WG)1 day ago in Sketches More Like This
Silver Sea of DestinySilver Sea of Destiny 1/26/15Silver Sea of Destiny17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
So I wished to take her away from those golden fields.
And bring her to the silver sea of destiny.
Would she let me comfort her?
Would she allow me to dry her tears?
She reluctantly agreed to my heartfelt plea.
And I whisked her away hoping to keep her pain at bay.
We arrived on the shore and the silver moon was smiling.
I knew deep down this would not be easy.
But nothing worthwhile ever is.
I embraced her tightly for I had no words.
Her will was broken and her golden hair was in shambles.
How could I fix what the world had done?
How could I erase the damage incurred?
So we sat on the beach and watched the ocean.
And we talked of the past and the hurt that transpired.
I held her hand and prayed for relief.
She opened up and the floodgates appeared.
I took my chance and showed my heart.
I could not stand by and watch her suffer,
I knew this place healed many before.
Would it be enough to be her cure?
The rising sun was ever closer.
I listened intentl
Title Match: TV Vs. Red Shepherd“Laaaaaadiiiiies aaaaand geeeentlemeeeeen! The following contest is scheduled for ten rounds. It’s the evening’s main event and is for the Women’s World Welterweight Title! First, fighting out of the red corner, hailing from Boston, Massachusetts by way of Dublin, Ireland, weighing in at 147 pounds with a record of 24-5-3 with nineteen victories coming by way of knockout, Rachel “Red Shepherd” O’Haaaaanaaaaahaaaaaaaan!”Title Match: TV Vs. Red Shepherd12 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The crowd was raucous! Finally, their hometown girl was getting a shot at the title. Everyone knew that the fight would be tough but they had faith in their “red shepherd.” Rachel took a step forward and raised her arms. She was a tall girl, coming in at 5’10”. Her height gave her a slightly lanky appearance but she had defined muscles. She had short but curly hair that framed her face. A smattering of freckles and sultry green eyes completed the Irish look. She was clad in red gloves with white tri
Practicing DeathWhat are we really doing during those nights?Practicing Death18 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What are these dreams that cloud our sights?
The world is still and quiet while we rest
Our minds wander far off under the crest
A low steady rhythm flows through our bodies
We're at peace as we dream through our stories
Some of them are beautiful, nothing can compare
And some are very horrible, a long nightmare
We see both worlds as we are practicing death
It sometimes wake us, shortening our breath
When we're awake, we are revived from the day before
And finally at the end of the day, we "die" once more
We practice death every night, a routine
Going into our imaginary afterlife, foreseen
So why are we so afraid of accepting fate?
We've been practicing death up to this date
les dessous de la brumequand toute choseles dessous de la brume7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
devient toute noire
et que par dessous tout saigne le temps ;
quand jamais plus l'encre des plumes
ne peut abreuver
les amants de papier -
l'aile sur le vent
reprend son envol.
voilà, ma mie, nos pleurs d'hiver
l'attente des brumes
tel un pied de nez à la destinée.
et par dessous le vent
cascadent les départs.
- Sophie, 26 janvier 2015
Golden Freddy sings Let it goThe things are bad for our diner this yearGolden Freddy sings Let it go10 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Toys and Puppet have been sold,
This place is doomed to be closed
And it looks like it’s my fault
The sadness fills me with the sense of guilt inside
Couldn't save the kids, heaven knows I've tried.
Don't let him in, don't let him kill
Stop the bad guy, resist his evil will
But he stopped me, and soon I shall
Throw him to hell!
Let it gold, let it gold
That’s the magic I can’t hold
Let it gold, let it gold,
Make the scary truth be told
I don't care if guards going to scream
Let their fear go on
Their fate never bothered me anyway
It's funny how some glitches may turn into a gift
And those who once controlled me will see it at nightshift!
This time they’ll taste what I can do
And Chica, Foxy, Bonnie too!
All right, no wrong, just rules for me
Let it gold, let it gold
I am one with vents and light!
Let it gold, let it gold
You've never seen such sight!
Here I stand and here I stay
Let this place turn
Halloween (2P!F.A.C.E. x Child!Reader)______________ didn’t mind Halloween, she really didn’t, in fact she loved wearing a costume, going out to get candy, and just being a kid but she was also miserable this time of year. She was afraid of her own shadow actually and her family didn’t make it any easier. There were jump scares throughout the house, realistic skeletons everywhere, even creepy looking foods she was too afraid to try. Her mother thought it was hilarious seeing her daughter breakdown in tears from seeing some of the things she and her Uncle had rigged up. It got to the point that ___________ just stayed in her room or hung out at the Kirkland House. She was always welcomed there and Matt was always there to play with her, but so was Mr. Bonnefoy. She never really had much interaction with him and he was always in the corner smoking and drinking. He sometimes let her in and wave her away if she asked for something, it was his own personal way of saying “Go ahead just don’t fuck upHalloween (2P!F.A.C.E. x Child!Reader)10 hours ago in General Fiction More Like This
(aftermathematics)with passing time(aftermathematics)11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
and spending dimes
i've got(ten) precious,
precocious all metallic
and isolated behind alloys
or bars; ally, lie,
calculate the dreamscapes
sells in idle transactions;
idyllic complexities that dance,
g(r)asping in clasped
hands curling together,
a stutter at the slightest
i've got a diamond
all wildfire kaleidoscopes;
but you're offering
no more than pennies
that clatter in the b(l)anks.
I Am The Mother Of 2 Live Children and 3 Dead+I Am The Mother Of 2 Live Children and 3 Dead17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
So you live in a tiny house, entirely dependent on wood heat in the winter.
Let's say you live somewhere cold. Alaska. The North Pole. Neptune.
Let's say you run out of logs to burn. Maybe you were too lazy to cut
the appropriate amount, maybe you just miscalculated. But now, what do you
start with? What do you burn first? First chairs, useless wooden bowls from
your grandmother. Then it's January and you're sitting on the floor so what
next? The legs of your sofa, maybe the headboard of your bed. There's only
so much burnable inside a house. Before long you look at your dog. Panic.
Look at your husband. Cry. Your first born, just the right size. Your
left arm, who needs it? There's only so much. You try going out there,
waist deep snow, weeping through it. All you have is an old maul.
You're exhausted, aren't you? What more can you give up, throw into the f
Cuando los angeles caenEn un apartamento apartado cerca del centro de Chicago una chica de dorados cabellos lleva más de media hora metida en el baño inclinada frente al posamanos, observando el espejo.Cuando los angeles caen12 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Su novio, preocupado, toca la puerta.
-¿Fionna, estás bien?
No recibe respuesta.
-Fionna, abre la puerta.- Un leve "clic" se oye del otro lado.
Entra al baño y encuentra a su chica, o lo que quedaba de ella, con los ojos hinchados y las piernas ensangrentadas.
-Bebé, no, no, no...
Es en ese momento el chico de cabello negro comienza a llorar. Con ganas. Abraza a su novia por detrás y le besa el cuello.
-Basta, Marshall. Basta. ¡NO ME TOQUES!.- intenta alejarlo Fionna, manchándolo a él también con sangre.
Sin embargo, lo único que logra es que la abrace con mas intensidad.
-Joder, no te voy a soltar. ¿Por qué lo hiciste?
No obtiene respuesta. Solo un llanto cada vez mas fuerte.
The Diner - Part 1Paradise, Texas; Population 451. Located about 65 miles northwest of Dallas, the speck of a town had more churches than people. I first encountered the aptly named villa on my way back to Houston from Oklahoma City, where I’d been stationed for the past week while meeting with a potential new client for work. A wrong turn off of I-35 put me miles off course, and I hadn’t passed anything but cotton fields and cow pastures for what seemed like hours.The Diner - Part 119 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Now, my rented Altima was running on fumes, and I didn’t know if I could make it another ten minutes down the road, much less the hour or more it would take to reach the relative civilization of Dallas. So, with the silver Nissan threatening to die at any moment, I coasted into the gravel-covered parking lot of ‘Pearl’s Diner and Petrol’ to give my trusty steed a much needed drink.
It was mid-July, and the sweltering Texas sun beat down on my already perspiring brow as I popped the