I am LostMy thoughts are orcasI am Lost11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Trapped in bathtubs.
Within microcosms -
Stuck, glued tight,
Melting like Dali's clock,
In a cock fight
With my conscience.
Sometimes I forget
All that regret
Burning through -
A pain so forever
That I hardly ever
Feel it anymore.
A cut so deep and quick
That it stops -
Time is static -
Before it bleeds.
Fluttering in the wind.
So much to see.
My heart is vacant,
My lungs made of lead
And both are my enemies
Because I'd rather be dead.
But no I wouldn't.
I'm fake, made of a paper -
A corporate rock whore -
And I don't know
What I stand for.
But maybe I don't have to
Stand for anything -
A word without a definition
Still leaves a mark
On pure paper.
A meaningless spark
Can still become a fire.
A tickle of love
Can still become desire.
Nutritious EggsThe large coastal city of Slateport was bustling as always, with local residents and tourists from abroad walking the streets of the town, some viewing the sights such as the tall lighthouse to help ships at the expansive Hoenn sea and the Oceanic Museum that displayed exhibits on the hydraulics of water and the ships that traverse them. Others were down by the beach south of the city, watching their children from the shade of large parasols run around with their Pokemon on the sand, while a few were quenching their thirst at the hut on the beach with soda pops.Nutritious Eggs14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
But the most important feature that was adding to this hustle and bustle was the market, stretching across a huge portion of the city, selling all kinds of exotic wares from all over, ranging from food to furniture. Adults and children alike walked down this paved street, browsing to find a steal, or looking for something new they haven't seen before. After all, the sellers that advertised their goods came from all over, from K
The Electronic ZionismOPEN. Empty, black stage; the void.The Electronic Zionism12 hours ago in Drama More Like This
Enter TUMBLR. Introduced with a plume of ocean-blue smoke. She is a woman, middle aged, dressed in a long and flowing navy dress.
She speaks to the audience, joyous;
TUMBLR: The feed has broken! Ferguson has grown in appetite and consumed the world in a righteous rage. Streets are aflame in the reds of freedom and all souls lay bare for Goddess Morality. The cosmic dialectic nears its conclusion. The samsaric GIF has stopped, rejoice!
A sickly hiss of emerald green smoke. Enter: CHAN, Manifestation Of Freedom’s Prosperities; Anarchy, Liberty, Decadence, Depravity. He is a crooked, dwarfish old man, holding a cane of volcanic bone.
CHAN: And yet, the politicians sip their Mountain Dew in a steel-grey White House. The bankers relax behind cardboard avatars of themselves. Hong Kong burns. Westminster burns. The Eye of Edgehill has been gouged out, left a gaping hole in the side of Elizabeth Tower, yes- but still the eaters find refug
UntitledGlide through the heavensUntitled7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
in hopes to evade
the crimson wings
that holds you down.
When will you shut the pearly gates
and walk away?
When will you cut the crying chains
that paint you grey?
Scare (Rob BenedictXReader)Scare (Rob BenedictXReader)9 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jared and Misha left the stage after giving the fans strict orders not to cheer or yell the next time they saw them on the stage. The two had worked everything out to the last detail. You had made the mistake of telling Jensen you got spooked easily and he in turn told Jared and Misha who had to see if it was true or not. So they chose to do it at a convention in Toronto. 40 minutes after they left you were on the stage with Richard and Rob doing the Q&A.
"Hi!" The next female fan chirped stepping up to the mic.
"Hello" Richard hummed as you swung your legs back and forth off the edge of the chair. Rob gave you a raised eyebrow look when he saw you were sitting sideways in the chair and you in return gave him a 'eh' shrug.
"My question is for (Y/n). Who was your favorite to work with out of all the cast?" The fan asked curiously.
"There is a right answer to this just so you know" Richard said looking at you with a smirk.
"Favorite person to work with. Definitely not Rich" You repli
Broken Ground: A Cubone Story - Chapter 2Broken Ground: A Cubone Story - Chapter 215 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the dark, cold recesses of a private, metal-clad chamber, a sole figure swore up a storm, slamming his wrinkled fist onto the desk before him. Things definitely weren't going according to plan. He hadn't counted on the beasts transporting his precious project to another place. Worse still, the change in position had weakened his control over the subject's mind. And now, this... Cubone... was trying to break through to his emotions!
Thankfully, the subject wasn't giving in so easily. He still had a chance to salvage everything. It would just require some time. Unfortunately, with the cubone pressing the issue, that was a luxury he didn't have. Begrudgingly, he set the shutdown sequence into motion. He watched as the subject's vision strayed from the cubone, his body suffering severe pain due to the process.
This was quite the gamble for the doctor. He knew fully well that for every shutdown performed in this manner, his subject was less likely to awaken from it. But, given the circum
'I don't Belong here...'A soft summer breeze hit Kodan as he stood hovering over the ravine, rustling his hair and vest. He sighed. It was another hot day in Leastrin, but up here the wind made it endurable, almost nice. He could sit down and stay in place for the whole day, and just enjoy the cool breeze- but he had plans.'I don't Belong here...'8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
He looked down the ravine- it was deep. At least a fourty-block drop down. If he fell, it was over. - Of course, being a spawn he'd just return, but falling to your death and snapping your back didn't seem all too pleasant to him. He sighed again, determinded to get down but not knowing how to. There were no ledges or something he could use to get down.
He'd found the ravine two days before, when he was out with Aro to look for some coal since they had run out. Kodan had insisted he wanted to go down, but Aro wasn't hearing any of it- too risky she had told him, since the ravine was a while out and they were carryng quite some resources at the time. And above of those two- Aro
Five Reasons to Not Write PoetryI.Five Reasons to Not Write Poetry11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sooner or later,
It'll mess with your head;
You'll be taking a shower, or
Lying in bed
When the "inspiration"
Hits you hard
And when you miss the bus and first hour
You have to use the
"I over-slept" card.
It'll have you thinking
At every point of the day;
Twisting words and making rhymes
Prodding until the language sways
To your fingertips
Lower case letters nip
In hopes that you'll use them
Abuse them until you are at
They will mock you until
You simply can't think;
The words swirling around,
They will push you to the brink
Of complete denial,
Of absolute insanity;
"Yes, I ate enough" and "Yes, I
Feel fine" are the words you
Have to beat.
You will not care how people
React to what you say;
What do they know of
What we do everyday?
You think that to yourself,
As a way to not seek help
In the comfort of real
Love and not the fake kind
You write of.
You will lie and you will
Cheat and scoff and say
For all your most
Important words are
BloodshotI’ve cared too much and felt a lotBloodshot11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
But still I took another shot
I know for sure betrayal’s to come
And yet I let you beat me numb
I tell you nasty little rat
I’ll make you boil in your own fat
And put a knife inside your chest
Release the hate that you possessed
I’ll hunt you down and make you bleed
To make you pay for all that greed
And when I’m done and painted red
I’ll put you under now you’re dead
seventeenI watch her as I bite the skin on my lips. She picks up the cup languidly, fingers brushing against polystyrene. Her eyes drift upwards and she touches her mouth to the lid.seventeen15 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"You know," she puts the cup back down on the tarmac, runs her hands through her dirty hair. "When you're alone for long enough, you start to get this feeling inside. Like your bones are opening and everything inside them is spilling out."
My gaze shifts down towards her hands and she places them in her lap. I notice how the streetlights are tinging everything yellow, flickering every so often, plunging us into complete darkness. It makes me feel like I'm suffocating, but I don't think she realises. I wedge my chin between my knees.
"You've got dirt on your shoes."
In my peripheral vision, I see her eyes sink down to her muddy boots.
"Yeah," she says. "I know."
"Why are we sitting in the middle of the road at two in the morning?"
"Because we can."
I exhale quietly and I can feel the Ju
syllogism's first assertionreality calls at eleven twenty foursyllogism's first assertion21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
and syllogisms are no longer
of logical propositions,
but inferences left
begging to differ.
tonight, an hour and twenty two
minutes later, the illusion
of separation collides
in a way that is transparent,
in an invisible manner.
(holding matter in places
no one can see them.
so, in introspect
it is what
matters the most).
and before i speak anymore,
i must make sure my tongue's attire
bespeaks in a way
that makes intense love du jour.
(and when i am nervous,
intellectual ramblings flutter
until i can no longer
rein them in.)
i said that i am glad you are here.
you said you were too.
and this theme,
a la mode
is that i really meant
to say that i love you
more than i thought i did.
and that, that--
that speaks more
honesty of inferences
never making its way
into concrete evidence.
i love you more than you know
because i didn't say so
and that is what is so terrifying.
because while intense love
Micropasta: Out the Door AgainMicropasta: Out the Door AgainMicropasta: Out the Door Again16 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I don't need another friend
Smile and drop the cliché
'Till you think I'm listening
I take just what I came for
Then I'm out the door again
- A Perfect Circle, The Package
I killed my wife. Not because I hated her, or even that I particularly minded that her crying would wake me up five out of seven nights of the week. I just hated what she represented.
Sorry, I guess this deserves some backstory.
My wife was a devoted woman. Why she stuck with me I’ll never know. Maybe she still loved me after all these decades, after all these beatings and fits of anger and broken dishes. But she wouldn’t obey. I needed her to obey.
I’m a bit of a control freak. Everything has to be in order. Everything has to be under my direct influence and authority. I’m the type of man who would slug her for putting the salad bowls next to the soup bowls instead of the top
England x Reader- MistletoeEngland x Reader- Mistletoe21 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Before you could unleash your rage, she sprinted into the crowd. Right when you were about to chase after her, someone blocked your way and you crashed into them. Rubbing your head, you looked up and saw that it was-
The ceiling..... You couldn't tell who it was exactly because you practically rammed into them and toppled them over. So instead you found yourself looking up at the ceiling while the other person was right below you. All you knew, was that he sounded pretty pissed.
"What the bloody hell-! Get off of me!"
"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry!" You quickly picked yourself up and turned to the stranger. Turned out he was a young man with messy blonde hair with huge eyebrows. It was strange but it oddly matched him. You offered your hand, he gave you a surprised and guilty look but he acce
.: G A L L E R Y :.I L L U S T R A T I O N S.: G A L L E R Y :.10 hours ago in Profiles More Like This
T R A N S F O R M E R S
Z O I D S
R E S O U R C E S
panegyric for heliosthe sun diedpanegyric for helios12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the early hours of morning
in its sleep
burned out in
everythinning spaceshape glory
we held a funeral service
7:13am on the ninth of october
when the light should have let its fingers
grasp hold of the horizon
pulled itself upwards
begun to peer over
a vision in goldstatic overexposure
we touched that celestial body gone dark
carpet of mourning whispered hands brush a star
soft cerulean eulogy sung stark
by shaking wrists
fumbling in the black
over the remnants
of a sin too big for burial
the vast harmonics of a creek
too thin, ethereal
the parable requiem of a sun
too dim to see
twin flamesI dream of us, and the dream hurts with an almost-pain, one that can barely be recalled. It’s like blindly running a fingertip over a forearm dappled with bruises, and hitting a sharp spot here and there.twin flames17 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The dream is a red and smoky room. It’s the smell of wet suede and lipstick over toothpaste. Girls dance slowly as though their limbs are drifting in thick syrup, and we watch them but only see each other. There is a mirror behind our heads, and icy drinking glasses on the table in front with whole glacé cherries on the stems. Candied maraschino. We pluck them free with our puckered lips and the fruits burst full of liquor, burning the edges of our tongues.
Our tongues are two halves of a mahogany bascule bridge, and we must join them together for safety, but now the fire claws its fingers up into our mouths, dragging its raging body with determination behind it.
The burning bridge twists like a mirage and disappears into a tunnel, darker than the static pupil of
StalkerHave you ever heard of the term ‘God Complex?’ It’s a term given to one that believes he is god.Stalker12 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Why did I ask that question?
It’s because, right now, I am your god. And the best part of it?
You have no idea… yet.
Let me explain properly.
Three months ago, I was minding my own business when I saw you walking past me. I don’t know what it was but something drew me to you, the way you walked, the sound of your voice…
I had to have you. You would make a perfect addition to my family of ‘Pets.’
So from there, I did everything I could to find out about you. In this day and age, it was not difficult especially once I followed you home a few times.
One day, I got very lucky.
Do you remember the day that you dropped your wallet and a few hours later, it was posted through your letterbox by a kind individual?
That was me… once I had a few copies of your front door key made. After all, soon your home would be mine so it only made sense
EVA's TemptationEVA sighed. Snake had somehow escaped from Groznjy Grad and made his way to their rendevous point, despite his now missing eye. Right now, he was out hunting some animals with just the fork he'd gotten while in his cell. EVA had been hoping he'd eat some of the food she'd brought with her, but apparently he preferred fresh meat over crappy GRU rations. All she could do was stay here and wait for him, hoping no troops had been sent down here to look for Snake's body.EVA's Temptation19 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Unbeknownst to her, another kind of snake was slowly creeping up on her from the mouth of the cave. It was a large python with big yellow eyes. It licked its lips in anticipation as it slithered ever closer.
EVA turned in time to see the python, its head raised to eye level, staring directly at her. The snake's huge eyes were not the biggest surprise though. The biggest surprise was that it spoke.
"Exsssscusssse me," the snake hissed in an almost gentlemanly tone that caught EVA even more off guard.
"You... can talk?" The s
(Drabble) Key (Eren x Reader)(Drabble) Key (Eren x Reader)(Drabble) Key (Eren x Reader)6 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
x x x
The sun was probably aware of the terrible hangovers across the tristate area, and decided to be kind. It was Saturday and the sun shined through the windows, spilling its honey-golden lights. It was bright, but not annoyingly bright that I'd want to cover it up with a curtain. I was looking up at an unfamiliar ceiling with my squinted eyes. My black dress was stripped off me and instead, I wore an oversized tee that reached my thighs. It was probably the tee that I bring to every party I go to, just in case I sleep over and I don't want to sleep in uncomfortable dresses.
"Right," I thought. "There was a party at Erwin's... He became head of his company and... And I couldn't go home because I was too drunk..."
It was the usual, really. I get so drunk that I can't drive, and there really was no way for me to get home. I stay at Erwin's guest room (or Petra's, or Marco's, depending on where the party was held) and I help clean up after the chaotic part
Written in StoneWritten in Stone22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Written in Stone
Written by ChristheZorua
My brother, the Zorua who writes
Was adventurous and true
He shared his stories with everyone
And he became friends with you
Whether he knew you or not
Then, one day, when a fight broke out
He stepped between them and yelled “Stop!”
His body, hit by two powerful attacks
Became a stone statue, and he did not relax
I ran up to him, and picked my brother up
So cold, so cold, I was crying my eyes out
My brother’s friend cried as well, for he knew my brother too
They laughed and played and went on adventures together
My brother, the Zorua that writes, wrote his last piece
But will he write again? Who knows, maybe he will
When I bust him out of his stone imprisonment, we’ll see
My brother will rise again, to write the final chapter.
The Thrieeves - Chapter 2"I'm sorry but, you didn't talk since 10 minutes, is it normal ? Are you alright ?" asked Anna.The Thrieeves - Chapter 213 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I don't see why I should talk when I have nothing to say." answered the girl sat in front of Anna.
Anna didn't reply to this, then said : "But if you have nothing to say, why are you here ?"
"Who are you to tell me what I should do ?"
"You're not here for the job ?"
"Yes I am."
"So why don't you talk ?"
"I don't see why I should talk when I have nothing to say."
Anna stared at the girl, trying to understand something.
"Alright ! So, what's the joke ? I'm sorry, I just don't know when I have to laugh at this." she said ironically.
But the girl didn't say a thing.
After 2 minutes of silence, Anna spoke again : "Ok, so if you're not here for the job, I don't see why-"
Anna was quite surprised to see that the girl finally said a word : "Sorry, what did you say ?"
"Who's Laura ?"
"Oh, I see. I can see the progress is utterly huge on this one. Maybe I'll have the chance to
Amor Fati | Finland x ReaderAmor Fati | Finland x Reader10 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Amor Fati | Finland x Reader
You try to
You didn't know what was happening with Tino lately. That cute, sweet-speaking, nice Finnish boy of the name Tino Väinämoinen was relentlessly changing into someone you wouldn't ever expect for the Fin to transfigure into.
The way he started talking - cursing, overusing the word 'swag' and yolo, acting as he was better than everyone, fighting with friends for fun and becoming a so said 'skirt-chaser' - it was too much to handle for you. He was just sticking apart, he was going away.
Once you saw him sitting on the bench with a group of stupid boys that, although they were pretty young, they were acting as if they were forty or so years old. They were drinking heavily, smoking and talking about how many girls they had. You actually never heard Tino talking when they started the topic off, but the fact that he was hanging around with such a group rather than a nice group of friends that he just left beside, a
what i'd like to know ishow do you like yourwhat i'd like to know is7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
now that she has shown
Cafetalia X Reader - 2P!CanadaContains foul language and lime content. Reader discretion advised.Cafetalia X Reader - 2P!Canada5 hours ago in General Fiction More Like This
Matt was just standing there, slouching against the wall to your right, with the sunlight hitting his black sunglasses in just the right angle. He hadn’t even come to your table, like he should be. He was just chilling by the front door and shooting you dirty looks.
The one person who had the name tag with the usual three letter name that seemed to feel a bit pretentious and simplistic all at the same time.
You’ve been frequenting your neighborhood Timmy’s for a month now and Matt Williams still wouldn’t treat you like a human being, but of course, you didn’t know why.
Vacationing in Canada for the winter was what you had wanted to spend break on because you had wished to experience the vast land in its time of the winter solstice, and Christmas ha