AfterlifeSome scars show how we can heal after every cut,Afterlife22 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].
Murder: A Medicine Cat FallsMurderMurder: A Medicine Cat Falls14 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
.i have loved.1 hour ago in Free Verse More Like This
i have danced
to the music of torture
i can forget the rest
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 Wife15 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
no, i want the annihilating sweetnessyou were right when you said i lackno, i want the annihilating sweetness15 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
Dark!Levi x Insane!Reader |Returning| AUDark!Levi x Insane!Reader |Returning| AU15 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
It's Like Poisoni never likedIt's Like Poison14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
the taste of cigarettes
until i tasted them
on your lips
shooting nightmaresgatling claw grips pistolshooting nightmares16 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
Lamia of Mars ILamia of Mars I 16 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
the revolutionary kindyou arethe revolutionary kind16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
a stitcher of dreams you are
a piece of somebody's
lungs and every time they
speak a little piece of you
hums inside their throat a little
ribbon of your soul
my atlas is a wild one you can
be your own teenage
wilderness wasteland wanderer you can
take everything back you never
even knew was yours
(the wind steals so many
words i wonder
where it hoards them all away i wonder
where the treasure chest is
hidden i wonder
how to start a
2p!Italy x Reader: Game of Cat and Mouse...?2p!Italy x Reader: Game of Cat and Mouse...?16 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) 16 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
Drunk!Levi x Reader- You Don't Want To Know..."H-hhey, (Name)"Drunk!Levi x Reader- You Don't Want To Know...19 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hm...? L-Levi? What the f-"
He lunged forward, tackling you with a hug that was far too tight.
"W-what do you think you are d-doing?"
"Am I...eating a salad?"
"No. Y-you hate salad."
"But giraffes eat leaves!!!!"
You soon came to notice the awfully potent smell of alcohol emitting from his clothing and laced into his breath. The way he clung to you was nothing short of a sloppy mess. And the light pink tint on his cheeks that you had always longed to see, wasn't there for the reason you had wanted it.
"You are not a giraffe! Y-ou are only o-one hundred and sixty centimeters tall."
At that moment, you heard someone open the door to the conference room, Commander Erwin, your and Levi's squad leader at the time. He raised his gigantic eyebrows as he witnessed the scene in front of him. He tried to hold back his fits of hysterical laughter but only managed to do so for a few seconds.
"I always knew He had a thing for you but damn..." He said between his hearty
My MaryI was five when I read my first poem.My Mary17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was a strange tale, of a lamb that belonged to
A young shepherdess called Mary
I read and reread the poem 'til it seemed
My eyes would bleed and vacate their
Tenancy in the middle of my face.
But I felt none of the pain, I was engrossed
In this tale, like no other before.
There were words, oh the words!
That I could capture the beauty of these words
Which danced through my head.
Some danced apart but some, special words
Held hands as they waltzed through my mind
“Snow” and “go” emblazoned themselves
Across my subconscious and I knew I had to see more.
Eventually, I turned my hand to the page
And, at ten, wrote my first poem.
It was rubbish.
The words twitched and writhed on the page
Without once standing up to dance.
Undeterred, I tried again, and again.
And again and again and again
And slowly, the words forced themselves up
Off the page and stumbled around in a half drunken jig
I needed more, I had developed an addictio
Are you scared? [Levi x Reader]How is it that we all love horror stories?Are you scared? [Levi x Reader]19 hours ago in Romance More Like This
Well, for starters, I think they let us learn something about ourselves. Those things help to tame our fear of death, by making us face it. And standing eye to eye with our own end, sometimes we realize things that previously we couldn't conceive in our minds...
Oops, I got carried away a bit, dear readers! I'm sorry, I did not mean to scare you this much at the very beginning. I hope you will forgive me - perhaps more so, if I'll offer you a story for a change; it's Halloween season, after all. Maybe you are already fetching some candies for the kids from neighborhood... But please, put those toys aside for a while, for there are no costume parties, nor trick-or-treats where we're going. Let's say that the inhabitants of the Survey Corps Headquarters already have so much horror in their lives, that the last thing they need is artificial fright.
Now, just take look at this gloomy castle - even without any Halloween decorations, it looks like t
diamonds on the rock, with a twisttoying with slinksdiamonds on the rock, with a twist16 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
Hopeless Dream (Snapped/Dark! Canada x Reader)Hopeless Dream (Snapped/Dark! Canada x Reader)18 hours ago in Horror More Like This
Hopeless Dream (Snapped/Dark! Canada x Reader)
Warning: Mild Violence apart from that hope you enjoy :3
Darkness. That’s all you could see, you weren't sure if you were awake, dreaming or even if you were dead but judging by the sharp pain that clawed at your skull and the raspy breaths that burned your dry throat you knew you were still alive. Unfortunately.
The physiological impact inflicted onto you because of the series of events that had occurred had defiantly taken a toll on you, the memories themselves were torture, the memorise you were trying so hard to forget. But how could you forget? You couldn't erase the blood stained images that flashed through your mind.
It all seemed too traumatising to be real yet you could somehow still feel the coldness that emitted from their lifeless bodies and the metallic sent that lingered in t
Sabrina VS Alex Halloween Death BattleSabrina VS Alex Halloween Death Battle14 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
Droids/Something StellarDroids/Something StellarDroids/Something Stellar17 hours 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