Ugly Scars“Why do you cut, dear?”Ugly Scars16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
“Doesn’t it hurt?”
Of course it does –
It hurts more than I’m worth
“Why do you cut, dear?”
“Aren’t you ashamed?”
Of course I’m embarrassed,
But I’m used to the blame.
“Why do you cut, dear?”
“Why don’t you stop?”
Can you stop a dead body
From starting to rot?
Because, darling, you see,
I’m not even here.
I’m only a corpse
With no hope, and no fear.
“Why do you cut dear?”
Well, don’t you see?
There’s a pain inside
So deep within me
And it’s coming to the surface
But no one understands
So I put that pain
Inside my hands.
And I lay it out
For all to see
On wrists so red
And forearms that bleed.
“Why do you cut, dear?”
“It’s ugly, you know.”
“ugly” is exactly
What this is meant
The Word RoseAnd from the blue and cotton clouds,The Word Rose14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Out forth I plucked for you -
A single word rose.
Notebook petals, blooming in the blood
Of scarlet love,
Dripping sweet melodies from high above
Showering us in an embracing flood.
It was a single word rose
And upon it was written your heart
In the form of a hundred rhymes
Playing out your song,
Your beautiful song
And nothing could let it fall apart.
And from the blue and cotton clouds,
Out forth I plucked for you -
A single word rose.
Poetic thorns, glaring through the gale
Of obsidian disgust,
Sneering dark voices of our innocent lust
Whispering to us of that word rose pale.
It was a single word rose
And within it was hidden my heart
In the form of a thousand crimes
Weeping all my sins,
All my blackest sins
But no one ever saw me fall apart.
And from the blue and cotton clouds,
Out forth I plucked for you -
A single word rose.
Word rose, oh where are you?
Word rose, ah shining in the blue,
You hide my secrets and
Cover yourself in her heart.
What if... The sun shone down on the Thunderclan camp, and Bluefur watched as Mosskit, Mistykit and Stonekit tumbled over Thrushpelt, laughing.What if...15 hours ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Get out of our territory, Shadowclan flea-pelt!” Stonekit squeaked, charging at Thrushpelt. He battered the tom’s ear with his tiny paws.
“You should never have come here!” Mistykit cried, standing atop the tom.
“Yeah! Because we’re the greatest Thunderclan warriors ever!” Mosskit boasted, climbing up and standing next to her sister.
“Oh yeah?” He grinned and heaved upward.
With squeaks of surprise and delight, Mistykit and Mosskit tumbled from his back. They recovered quickly and tackled his paws. Thrushpelt growled playfully.
Bluefur smiled and laughed.
“Looks like your kits are doing well.” Fe
To A Goth Girl's MomDear mom,To A Goth Girl's Mom13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
when I went out
you told me to be good
so I’ll make sure to only kill one or two people!
when I left
you told me not to stay out drinking
I”ll make sure to bring my dinner home then!
on my way out
you told me to stay safe
does that mean I should play with poison instead of bombs?
I said I was bored
you said to entertain myself
so is it ok if I burn the house down?
when I headed out
you asked if I was going to wear that
You're right, I should be wearing this corset with my other miniskirt thanks!
you told me I can’t have Ice cream for breakfast
you're right, I can’t eat it without a good serving of blood on top!
a few minutes ago
you told me to clean up after myself
Sorry I didn’t mean to leave a body in the bathtub.
you always know when I’m lying…
I was telling the truth
You told me
you can’t believe I did that
I’m sorry I k
EnglandxReader: SherlockedEnglandxReader: Sherlocked17 hours ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Duuuuuude, __________’s gonna kill you,” America gloated between slurps of diet soda (he was trying to lose weight). He pushed a few buttons and sent a text back to the (hair color) haired girl he had been texting for the last half-hour.
England looked up from his book wide eyed and confused. “Why on earth would ________ want to ‘kill me’? What have I done?”
America chuckled darkly as he heard the sound of your car pulling up. “Duuuuuuuude…”
With a flurry of fists they heard your furious knocks at the door.
Not one of the countries living in that house opened the door.
“Isn’t someone going to get that?” Canada asked quietly from his place in a beanbag chair. Canada got up and went to the door.
Just before he opened the door, his fingers just barely brushed against the brass of the knob, America said, “It’s your funeral.
Canada opened the door and instantly a fiery eyed woman slammed the door the
Texting My BrotherRiver: Brother of mine, how is the fluffy cat, whose name represents the Mighty Hammer of Thor? Does he play well with your long furry friends (ferrets), or has a war unlike any seen before brought tension and destruction to your household?Texting My Brother11 hours ago in General Fiction More Like This
Swiftbreeze (bro): The cat is unharmed and happy. How do thy travels fair the?
River: They fair us well, Brother. Although our butts have grown sore from hours spent in this vehicle, we have had many interesting conversations. Pray tell, what activity are you currently engrossed in? Does work weary your body, or does the glass screen of moving images entertain your mind?
Swift: I travel the area that is Thunderclan mall. A fascinating place as I have found myself trapped in a place known as MarksAndSpencer. I must admit that their articles of clothing amuse me.
River: Ah. Yes, this concurs with my previous experience with your behavior. Strange that I am the female, yet you, the male, have a greater fascination of
I Just Have to Open My EyesMaybe if I close my eyesI Just Have to Open My Eyes10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
It will make the monsters go away.
Maybe if I can't see,
I can hide from it.
I don't want to see,
The day that daddy left.
Or the day that you broke my heart,
The same way he did.
And used the fragments to make art.
If I can't see,
You walk away.
Maybe I can forever live inside this memory.
Of you and me together,
When I was still happy.
Maybe if I don't open my eyes,
I won't see mother cry.
But I have to eventually,
I have to look at the ruins that are left.
So I can find the pieces of everything,
That was broken.
And I have to see these tears,
To know that my fears.
And they hurt.
And that I can still feel something.
That I do still have a heart.
I can mend it,
Stitch it back together.
I just need to open my eyes.
Playing Games (Loki x Reader) One-shotPlaying Games (Loki x Reader) One-shot15 hours ago in General Fiction More Like This
Night had fallen over the mighty land of Asgard. It was more quiet than normal as you were walking through the halls of the grant palace. It had been several weeks since the dark elves had attacked Asgard and killed the queen, but the land was still in mourning. Thor had denied the thrown, so Odin was still king, though growing old and weak. Of the Asgardian warriors you were the one tasked with protecting the king, though he would not hear of it.
You knocked on the door of the king’s chambers before entering. The whole room still breathed the energy of the queen and you understood why the king spend most of his time here. You had always had a good bond with Frigga, as well as Thor and Loki, when he was younger. All had left you. Though the other Asgardian warriors were also your friends, you couldn’t help but feel the emptiness that was growing inside of you.
‘My king…’ you spoke firmly, while you kneeled down to one knee.
‘Lady [Name], please stand
Dravec Meets VaviraDravec Meets Vavira11 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Vavira returned to her lair after a rather unsuccessful hunt. Hanging from her mouth was a net holding her single catch. The large purple dragon walked to the corner of her lair, which was at one time a human temple or tomb of some sort, to a cage. She put all her future meals in this cage. She found it easier to catch a couple of humans or animals and bring them all at once rather than constantly hunt every day. She lowered the crude rope net into the cylindrical cage and let it unravel. The human-like creature, which would be her dinner within the next hour, fell to the floor.
Vavira had never seen anything like this before. The creature stood up on two cat-like hind legs and had a cat-like tail. His toned, muscular body was covered in very short, tan and yellow fur. Judging by his lower body, Vavira thought he was a humanoid lion, which weren’t uncommon. But it was his h
Hiro Hamada x Reader: RainHiro Hamada x Reader: Rain10 hours ago in General Fiction More Like This
Its been raining hard for days in the large city of San Fransokyo, on and off. It was unpredictable. So unpredictable, you left your house without your rain gear and an umbrella because it wasn't raining when you woke up or when you got ready for the day, not even when you leaved the house. It just had to start pouring again when you were half way to your school. You were soaked in a matter of seconds, your clothes clinging to your skin like it were a second skin. Your hair made a thick veil go in front of your eyes, making you look down to the ground to be able to somewhat see where you were going.
It didn't take long for you to get cold thanks to your soaked clothes and the continuing rain. So cold you were shuffling, almost unable to move since the weight of your clothes nearly tripled. You could turn back and be late or you could keep going...and still be late but not as late.
You turned around slowly, since your movement was limited, and lifted up your hair t
what a bible is worth in a bible belt towntoday it rained hard enough that the colorswhat a bible is worth in a bible belt town19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
of the street lights leaked out onto the road,
puddles of red pooling on the concrete
like blood getting washed away from
the battlefield. sometimes pain is fleeting.
sometimes it lasts forever. i know first hand that
humans have never done good things
with their hands, we keep our guiltiest sins etched
in the grooves of our palms. there is no absolution
for the calluses on our fingers, no matter how many
times we turn the rosary beads.
i almost crashed the car thinking about the way you were
enjoying the sun at the same time i couldn’t see
anything more than a faint streak of white
in the middle of the road like a chalk outline spanning miles
around some god’s body. you probably talked
poetry about the way the light filtered through the autumn leaves
and into your hair, kissing the skin of your cheeks
like a lover coming home after the war.
i want to come home now.
i want less storms and exit wounds,
more blue sky and sun-freckle
Safe (Jefferson/Mad HatterXReader)Safe (Jefferson/Mad HatterXReader)19 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a normal day for Jefferson. He did his normal routine as he did every other day. Get up, shower, shave, get dressed, check on Grace, have breakfast, check on Grace again and glare at her 'parents', go for a walk in the forest while Grace went to school, make a hat and curse when it didn't work, go for another walk after lunch, read a book, check on Grace when she got home from school, glare at Regina, have dinner, check on Grace on more time then go to bed. It continued like that for 28 years until the day Emma Swan broke the curse. Jefferson had gone to the hospital to release Belle only to discover another locked cell. Curiosity got the better of him and he side the peep thing (I dunno what it's called) across and peered into the cell. A small gasp left his lips when he saw the one person he never thought he'd see again. You. Jefferson hurriedly unlocked the cell and threw open the door startling you.
"Who...Who are you?" You asked nervously shuffling back into the corner. Jef
Levi x Reader - MedicineLevi x Reader - Medicine18 hours ago in General Fiction More Like This
[Room to Breathe]
That’s how one would feel about his kingdom being stripped of its beauty and replaced by smoke and ashes. All he can see are torn down walls, rubble burnt black by curious and boisterous flames. For someone to know what weak mush had hidden behind his guardian is to die in a quest a king had set for his faithful knight.
I'm just trying to be the best me I can be
Oh when I fall down, it's just me and the ground
I am no king, I have no throne
He crumbled before his people, eyes blurred at the “hallucination” he saw before him. The people fly, fly so far away from him that he imagines himself stranded on an island. No people, no help, no anything. He is isolated by his brutality and isolated by his wish. But now all he can do is regret. Because who doesn’t regret?
There’s a flower dwindling in the ash filled wind. Radiant in nature and dark internally, you stand patiently
A Mother's Love: 3A Mother's Love: 319 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Eventually, Gib was forced through the sphincter to a noisily churning and kneading room that the boy did not want to be in at all. His claws were starting to cling to anything in the throat, but it was also his intention to not kill this woman. He couldn’t slice up her insides since she honestly was trying to help him. Even if it was in a warped manner. His grip slackened and that pushed him entirely into Eira’s stomach, splatting clumsily on the saliva-covered lumpy bottom. The room naturally and involuntarily moved on its own, which made Gib very nauseous and not comforted at all. Stumbling around a bit, he tried to keep somewhat stationed as he forced his back into one of the crevices. He brought the rag close to his form as his ears pinned down in order to block at the gurgling sounds. His sensitive hearing was something he wished he didn't have when he was this close to a thumping heart, squelching stomach, and lungs o
Crocodile X reader: You're the only one for me.You were some what bummed that you didn't get the partner you wanted while the game played on. You even stayed behind to see if your secret crush even put in an item to play the game...but alas, he did not play. Whom was your secret crush? Well, that should be quite obvious...it was Crocodile!Crocodile X reader: You're the only one for me.16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
You didn't know what it was, whether it was his hook, the scar across his face, the cigar or his muscular body...but mmmmm! Damn! He was a nice piece of work! But...you'd never say such thoughts out loud, hell you'd probably walk up to him and say 'I like sand too.." and then walk off hurriedly so that the biggest reaction you would probably get out of the former warlord would be a raised eye brow.
But seriously, he could have played and gotten seven minutes alone with any of the pretty ladies on that ship several years ago...but why didn't he? Well.. now was the time to ask him yourself. For there he was; sitting at a café, along with his blade-blade fruit partner. They were reading a newsp
Levi x Reader ++Drunk Prank++ Prt 1 You pour the hot tea into three different cups, cleaning up the little drops to give the cups a perfect appearance.Levi x Reader ++Drunk Prank++ Prt 1 22 hours ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I... am the ultimate tea master." You say to yourself as you bow down. You hear the door open behind you.
"(y/n)?- um... what are you doing?" Eren asks as he stands in the doorway. You tense up, turning around to face the so called titan boy.
"Nothing, I was just... bowing to the tea gods."
"Yeah, they told me to tell you that if you ever mention this to anyone... I'm going to have to sacrifice you to them." You clear your throat, as he laughs it off. Eren casually walks in and pats you on the back.
"Damn (y/n) that's like the third time you made tea for the superiors today! aren't you tired of it?"
"Huh? oh no, it's fine, I like making tea for them!"
He smiles in your direction, before turning to look at the door. He whispers loudly and motions an *all clear*, to an unknown person whom you assume is outside. You turn your
FF: Frederick x Reader Above All Others FF: Frederick x Reader Above All Others 14 hours ago in General Fiction More Like This
The first thing Frederick did when you left;
He shouted at himself, running frustrated, shaking hands through his hair and slamming to the ground on his knees. That was stupid. He was stupid. Everything he ever did was completely psychotic.
He hit you.
He hit you. The sole reason he had to live, and he’d abused it, literally. The guilt was tremendous.
’WHY did I yell at her?!’ He demanded himself, pounding his fist into the ground. He wasn’t angry, not at first. I mean, yes, he scolded you, but it was out of worry. It just...escalated. Most likely because he felt so justified.
He wasn’t feeling that justification now. Not after seeing the look on your face. His entire body shuddered, and he drove his hand into the ground again. He had been worried sick about you. Worried that you’d think of such things, that he was cheating on you this whole time. Of course, all he’d done was instigate it.
He pushed you, you pushed bac
:Duel Me: Abridged! Yami Bakura x Reader:Duel Me: Abridged! Yami Bakura x Reader 17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Abridged! Yami Bakura x Reader
“Oi!” You yelled from across the street, pointing your finger accusingly at the white haired man. He didn't seem to hear you, and if he did, he didn't reply or show any sign of recognition. You growled under your breath, feeling heated rage form being ignored.
“Hey, you! White-haired limey! Answer me!” That's when he turned around with his eye-brow twitching and a scowl marrying his masculine face. “What do you want? Bastard.” He asked in a strained voice. Almost seething in angry and what you believed to be hatred. Good, feel the burning hate. Give into the darkness.
You smirked in turn, you placed your hand on your waist, leaning most of your weight to your left. “I wanna duel you. You in?” You asked confidently. You then waited for his reply. “Now why would you think I would want to duel you?” The white-haired man asked, curiosity leaki
Silverstream is NOT the better mate! In my opinion, Silverstream isn't the better mate. Sure, her name is nice and she's pretty, but is she mature enough for Graystripe? No.Silverstream is NOT the better mate!18 hours ago in Drama More Like This
Silverstream is sneaky, bratty and spoiled. Crookedstar even let her walk all over him because he loved her! If I were Crookedstar, I would have made her stop seeing Graystripe myself. But because Crookedstar pretty much lost everyone in his family, it would make sense to see why he would want Silverstream to be happy. I am happy that she said she still and always will love him, though.
But, I didn't like Silverstream's attitude toward her father. She was bratty and sneaky:
Silverstream: Father, what are you doing here?
Crookedstar: What are you doing, taking up with a ThunderClan cat? Have you lost your mind?
Silverstream: I knew you'd feel this way. I knew it. That's why I didn't tell you.
Crookedstar: Silverstream, your heart should lie with your Clan! I thought I taught you that!
Silverstream: You're obse
Forlorn greying skyForlorn 17 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
last of the leaves
flap on the tree
You Belong With Me (LokixReader)You Belong With Me (LokixReader)12 hours ago in General Fiction More Like This
He watched from the other side of the Avengers tower as you set and talked with Thor. He had a book in his hand and was honestly trying to focus on it, but every time Thor made you laugh, his grip tightened on the cover.
“You’re not really that strong, are you?” Loki heard you ask Thor after he told you a story of how he lifted a car.
“I will show you.” Thor said. Loki watched as Thor picked you up with one hand and lifted you high in the air, making you squeal.
“Put me down!” You said. “I don’t want to die yet!” Thor laughed and set you back down.
“I told you I was strong.” Thor laughed.
“I told you I was strong.” Loki mocked under his breath. Both you and Thor looked over at him, because Loki wasn’t near as quiet as he thought he was.
“Problem brother?” Thor asked. Loki’s cheeks pinkened a bit.
“No. I didn’t say anything.” Loki quickly buried his nose back in
Thinking about you - Part 5 (Steve x Reader)Thinking about you - Part 5 (Steve x Reader)23 hours ago in General Fiction More Like This
During WWII – Germany, inside the Hydra base in the Alps, 1944
You had never been in a room so dark before. They had drugged and tortured you until you didn’t even know who you were anymore. They had broken you, mind, body and soul. There was nothing you wouldn’t do for them.
Now that the drugs were losing their effects you were slowly regaining your sense of time and being. Every muscle in your body ached and you couldn’t remember how you had ended up here or even what ‘here’ was.
You had touched every inch of the walls, to see if there was a way out… but there wasn’t. You were starting to get desperate, tears running down your face, when a door opened and you were blinded by the light.
Two men stepped into the dark vault and dragged you out all the while you were screaming and scratching at their arms. When you started hearing voices you thought you had heard before, you stopped screaming. The men stopped before a door and pull
Monomanic (KarkatxReader)He was focused, but everything was blurred in the grey lab. He couldn't stop the room from spinning, no matter how much he tried to make heads or tails of the situation. Once again, everything was out of his hand to the point that he felt disappointed to call himself a leader, the title rang hollow with what he witnessed.Monomanic (KarkatxReader)14 hours ago in General Fiction More Like This
His friends were gone, that word echoed in his head, just on the tip of his lip to the point where he could only say the sad word over and over, as if in a prayer or spell to bring them back.
But they were gone, most if not all were dead.
Karkat looked to the glass cylinder, the form inside was anything but the prayer on his lips, but he would have said anything to bring her back. Her beauty was obscured by the green slime as she rose and fell slowly in the clingy ooze, and he felt saddened at the sight of her slumber.
Her eyes were closed. He had forgotten what color they had been, how deep they were. He wanted them to open, to look to him
When would she wake