Our generationcigarette smokeOur generation2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the wall
we have it all
with dying dreams
(poured down the drain
by languid veins)
the clinking of glasses
and racing hearts,
we cannot stop
what we did start
it's all an escape- a sick paradox:
7 Tips for Writing in the Supernatural Genre7 Tips for Writing in the Supernatural Genre7 Tips for Writing in the Supernatural Genre2 days ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Anybody Can Write a Novel
Chapter 1 “Genres” – Section 4 “Supernatural”
With Links to Supplementary Material
A relative newcomer to the list of genres (and widely popularized by the show of the same name), the Supernatural genre is a sort of urban fantasy that involves such factors as subtle magic, monsters, the occult, demons, ghosts, and even God and the Devil. Unlike Fantasy, it is not very limited by time-period, and has a much darker feel. It also often involves the use of the sciences—as it takes place largely in the modern era. Today, I'm going to give you some tips for crafting a story in this genre.
Tip 1: Craft the
Steven Stone x Male!Reader [[One Shot]]Steven Stone x Male!Reader [[One Shot]]2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
A soft wisp of air passed by [Male Name], as he yawned and tugged at his dirtied grey shirt for a little bit of warmth. He leaned back into the Pokemon that was lying behind him, gently pressing his back into Arcanine's side with a quiet little 'hmph'. The large beast blew a smoky little sigh on the top of it's owners head as if to say, 'don't worry. We're almost done'.
[Eye Colour] eyes boredly glanced to a torch that was resting upon the wall. It wasn't a very modern torch; a simple block of wood with the end on fire. "Steven," [Male Name] piped up softly, drawing his arm back to rest his elbow against Arcanine's fur. "Are you almost done?" Arcanine growled softly, as if reinforcing the question, clearly bored as it waited.
Steven, who was crouched down beside the wall, his silver hair illuminated from the blazing torch above him, nodded. "Don't worry, darling," he answered, looking over his shoulder with a soft smile. "They're loose. It's not long now." His icy blue eye
troubled seas IIjust like water,troubled seas II1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
take the shape
of their container.
Birthday One-Shots: FoxyHappy Birthday One-Shots: FoxyBirthday One-Shots: Foxy3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Pleaaase, Foxy!” you whine, “It’s my birthday!”
The red-haired boy blushes fiercely, “But, ((Y/n))…” he mumbles.
“Just this once!” you beg.
“It’s weird though!” he complains.
You pout, giving him your best puppy dog face. Foxy sighs, closing his eyes and breaking down inside. You were just too cute for him to be able to deny you anything, and you knew it. Not to mention that you took pretty damn good advantage of it, too.
“One time,” he says sternly, “And you can’t tell anyone!”
“I promise!” you nod eagerly, grinning at him.
The red-head pushes you off of his lap gently so that he can stand up, then he walks over to the old stage. He climbs up onto it, then slips behind the curtains. You sat back into the chair, watching eagerly. You simply couldn’t wait.
After a minute, the
Hellspawn - Pilot[We open up to blood trickling across a hard wooden floor. The only sounds that we hear are a little girl crying. The camera shows cuts to various points of interest in the room. We see a picture with a cracked frame. In it is a family of three: a mother, a father, and a young girl. The camera cuts to a stuffed bear, its leg torn open and some of the stuffing falling out. We see this girl's shadow on the wall. Within seconds it grows ethereal eyes and a very pointed grin. This will be known as "The shadow" and the girl, its owner, "Jessica." The Shadow speaks with a Faustian inflection, but is very similar to Jessica's voice, just slightly distorted.]Hellspawn - Pilot2 days ago in Drama More Like This
Shadow: You know that it had to be done.
Jessica: No! No! Go away! I hate you!
Shadow: If you hadn't, they would have taken you back to the institution, and you don't want that, do you?
Jessica: There had to have been another way... I'd rather have gone back!
Shadow: And have them hook you up to all of those wires and machines? They were
I won't cryyou can ask me how I am.I won't cry2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
that's okay I won't cry
I don't know how I am, I can't correctly describe it.
Other than to say there's a constant ache in my chest
and a tightness in my throat,
with swelled up emotions sitting somewhere at the back of my eyes.
You should be careful what you say
but then I can't even explain what triggers these feelings
so say what you like,I'll just react in which ever way,
cos I have no controll now.
The way I feel everyday, has become so familiar to me,
since I lost him.
Sometimes it's so hard to bear,
the constant ache in my chest threatens to crush me
It's hard to breath.
The tightness im my throat burns,
I want to wail out loud my inarticulate utterances of grief
and release all my pent up emotions.
But don't worry you can ask me how I am.
It's okay, I won't cry.
Written by Suzanne karbach
21st may 2015
Resist (Rob BenedictXReader)Resist (Rob BenedictXReader)10 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Richard and Rob sat on the stage at a Supernatural convention in Vancouver chatting with fans and answering questions. You were chilling with Sebastian in the greenroom playing 'i spy' to pass the time till you were both to take over from Rob and Richard.
"Hi! My question is for both of you. Whos your favorite cast member to work with?" A girl asked from the left side of the hall.
"I love working with them all they're so much fun and such a tight nit family" Rob replied leaning back in his seat.
"Which is code for he prefers (Y/n)" Richard corrected.
"I have no favorites" Rob shook his head with a light blush on his cheeks.
"When (Y/n) and Sebastian come out ask them that question and I guarantee (Y/n) says she loves working with Rob. That woman adores him and when I say adores I mean she literally cannot say no to him" Richard said.
"Now your just over exaggerating" Rob rolled his eyes.
"No no. Proof is when I asked her could I borrow her phone to obviously mess around with her twitte
xciv. you are the stardust between my sheetssilently our bodiesxciv. you are the stardust between my sheets1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
meld together in waves
of hot and cold as our
arms and legs tangle
like comets dancing at
the feet of Orion,
your soft and lecherous
lips sweep across my
stinging cheeks as your
delicate fingers work orbits
around my hips leaving
stardust trails in their wake;
we are two bodies bound
to collide like the brilliant
colors of the northern lights
for we are cosmic lovers:
you are my shining galaxy
and I am a black hole--
I will swallow you whole.
The Casket Caper - Part OneThe Birtwhistle Museum closes at 6pm weekdays and is, as a rule, a silent and tranquil place during the evening. Most of its human occupants are long dead – mummified no less – and so have little to say to the security guard who occasionally patrols the halls.The Casket Caper - Part One2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Up on the second floor, however, the Fossett Collection is an exception. It is a room exclusively of clocks, many of which are lovingly maintained in working order. Once per hour, the room rings out with a brief cacophony of whirrs, clicks and chimes – before returning to the deathly silence characteristic of its neighbours.
Given the normal passivity of the Birtwhistle by night, it is therefore noteworthy that a recent summer evening saw a level of drama and excitement somewhat unprecedented in the museum's prestigious history.
On the first floor, in a room directly beneath the Fossett Collection, is a large and ornate casket on a plinth. Fashioned in bronze, the casket bears the designs of winged, bearded hors
as viewed from the treeline.I,as viewed from the treeline.7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
between blue lips,
and April muck
and dead masquerades
of autumn's old lovers,
by cover of
new green children,
and leaning into these trees
like a druid
touching human skin for the first time,
I am a new person
with a hand caressing vertebrae
and an unspoken language
at the back of my throat,
with a voice
and a name
pin to my veins.
Painful RealizationAll this time,Painful Realization3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hoped that it's not;
All this time,
I hoped that it's just a;
It's so painful to realize,
That I was wrong;
All this time,
It's so painful to realize,
That it really was like this;
All this time.
I thought you didn't wanted;
I thought you acted like this;
Because you're desperate.
Now I realize that you;
Really wanted this,
Now I realize that you;
Really love to hurt me.
I've noticed that when,
You hurt me;
It's ok for you,
I've noticed that when,
I hurt you;
It's a crime.
I'm not saint innocent;
Neither are you,
I won't deny that,
This is also my fault,
But it isn't only my fault;
Both sides are guilty.
But there is a difference;
Between me and you,
I tried to talk with you,
I tried to find what,
Have I done wrong;
That it came to this.
Unfortunately I failed,
I guess I didn't tried;
I guess it's because,
The way how I tried,
The best one.
I don't know if you tried;
To do the same,
But somehow it di
Cheater!Britainxreader Gentleman my Arse!Cheater!Britainxreader Gentleman my Arse! 2 days ago in General Fiction More Like This
You were a very attractive girl with sparkling (e/c) eyes and beautiful (h/l) (h/c) hair that framed your face perfectly. You were a 'sparkling star' in some boys eyes Heck! even girls eyes too! When you would step outside eyes were glued on you. Group's of boys would walk over to you and either ask for your number, walk you home or if they could take you out. It always pissed your boyfriend Arthur off, even though you weren't that interested you knew you were always attracted to Arthur and have always loved him for as long as you can remember.
You walked home from work with your earphones in your ears while mouthing your favorite song as you listened to it while you blanked out the stares from people as all you could think about was snuggling with Arthur, it made you feel special when he wrapped his arms around you. As soon as you got to your drive way, you noticed bear bottles scattered.
"Tch, Arthur must have gone out for a drink with Alfred again." you said to yourself while puttin
IgnoranceBehold the songbird,Ignorance3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
how he flits and flutters,
tweets and twitters.
As happy as can be
among the trees of green.
In his bliss
amongst the trees where he exists,
he sometimes feels something is amiss,
but these feelings he is quick to dismiss.
For why disturb the happiness he has attained
with feelings of worry and doubt.
Within these trees, a life he has sustained,
a life spent flittering and fluttering about.
But if the songbird grew brave enough to see,
he would know the forest trees are meant to deceive.
That the land of freedom he grew to know,
was all but a show.
If he really knew what his home was,
what a tragedy he would be forced to gauge.
Beyond the trees he would find glass...
Glass that forms the walls of his cage.
I Have A LoverI have a lover,I Have A Lover3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
He stands alone in his room
Locked behind closed doors
Banging his hands against it in frustration
He just wants to let it all out but he's scared,
Oh so scared of losing control, and of himself.
I have a lover,
He's as beautiful as he is flawed
He's as gentle as he is cruel
He is everything he doesn't think he is
He fights a war within himself secretly as he tries to hold everything together,
Because he has to for everyone else,
For he holds the weight of the world on his shoulders.
I have a lover,
He sometimes likes to hide in his closet of skeletons and secrets
I always try to get him to come to me instead,
but sometimes it's too much so he goes into hiding; it's always hard to get him to come out
Once he does he's always exhausted
I always wish he'd come to me instead.
I have a lover,
He's constantly fighting to survive and cope
He's just sitting on the edge, able to tip
EmptyA broken heartEmpty20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
A throat full of glass
Entering my lungs
While my mind
And my fragile soul
Is stolen forever
I can't love
I can't speak
I can't breathe
I can't think
Haruka Nanase x Reader |Endearing| [1/2]Haruka Nanase x Reader |Endearing| [1/2]2 days ago in General Fiction More Like This
If people in the movies could do it, why couldn't you?
While you were stressing yourself out, you answered your own question. You weren't in a movie, you were only yourself. In reality. And reality didn't have any deus ex machina to help you out. So, you were subjected to do things the hard way.
Maybe if you studied him just for a bit longer? Though, at this point, you almost felt like his stalker. You kept a watchful gaze over swim practices - although, you never revealed yourself - so you knew a thing or two about this person. More than that, actually. You knew way too much, considering your only person-to-person interaction with him was when you asked for a pencil.
He didn't even give you a pencil.
'No, no, no,' you begin to repeat in your mind. You could do this. Even with your awful procrastination abilities, you were not just about to procrastinate off confessing your feelings. Like you had been for the past couple of weeks.
Faint laughter and splashing interrupted your
Salvation - Mom!Wanda (Scarlet Witch) x Dad!ReaderSalvation - Mom!Wanda (Scarlet Witch) x Dad!Reader2 days ago in General Fiction More Like This
~~~Author's Note: YUP! Yup, I did it! I finally made a Male Reader insert! This is not the only one I will release for #mommydaddymonth Prepare for yourself. You are in for a ride~~~
Sometimes it gave Wanda great pleasure that with a simple motion of her wrist, she could either fling a person to safety or destroy an enemy robot, all within the power of her own mind. It was wonderful. In rare occasions, she herself would wonder how she had become so lucky. Naturally, she did not only refer to her own powers but to the family she had received.
Her continuing reverie wouldn't have been halted, if not for a tiny hand yanking her hair causing her to yelp. "Ack!"
The infant seemed pleased by her reaction because he did it again. Wanda made a "tch" and grabbed the child, shaking her head. "You are very bad." She earned a giggle then a garbling of words in return. Slowly, before she knew it, a smile extended to her ears. Nuzzling her nose to the baby's belly, she sa
Maurine and Edmund Interlude 1Maurine scowled at herself. Why did she have to make such an embarrassing noise when a giant stepped close to her? She pushed onward through the afternoon crowd, new artsupplies in hand. She wished Meg was there; she was better at maneuvering crowds.Maurine and Edmund Interlude 12 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The architecture in Bergen was beyond what even he had seen in books. To see each and every collumn, each masterpiece of innovative beauty built to house both humans and giants alike only served to bring awe to the short haired man, his dark hair a mess of curls set against alabaster skin. The look in his green eyes never ceased to be one of soft, intellectual awe as he analyzed bits and bobs of the thoroughfare for tidbits of history and the like. Edmund was a man of scholarly upbringing, a bit of a history nut. Some had called him eccentric, others admirable in his pursuit of the past. Mainly, however, most just thought he was crazing for dropping out of mainstream education at the age of seventeen to go galavanting in search of historic
Thought Sketch 38It's not enough to see and hearThought Sketch 383 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's sadly less to think and fear
The choices made
The voices weighed
A symphony of symbols played.
titlenoticed first whentitle2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
the skin went
when the tide laughed
instantly impressed upon,
never yet dissented, all
the world's a hostage
and we're here
in the queue
tell and retell me
the ways we
of burnt paper
and atoms misplaced
i've been a shadow
since i tried
to be true
and my waist won't expand
till my patience
all of the words
from the moon