Stop putting words in my mouthYou shove your fingersStop putting words in my mouth1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
down my throat,
and insert words
I never spoke,
in desperate hopes
to make me choke
my pearly gates
that feeds me
Mom's FavoriteMy sister was always Mom’s favorite. No matter what I did, she would always praise her over me. When I would climb a tree, my sister would climb a bigger tree, when I made breakfast, she made dinner and a fantasy dessert. It’s always been a competition. Mother’s Day was coming up and I wanted to get Mom something extra special. I planned the day to a tee and decided to make Mom the greatest dinner she ever had and give her the best gift I could ever give her. I went out to Framer’s Market and bought the freshest vegetables and spices, then I went to the import store bough the most expensive bottle of red wine I could. It was a special occasion after all. Early the next morning, I started cooking. I chopped the veggies and placed them in the water. I let it simmer and boil as I seared the meat on the stove. Then I deglazed the pan with the wine and placed everything into the crock-pot and let it cook all day. While that happened, I started to carefully wrap MomMom's Favorite1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
A ConfessionI am gay.A Confession1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a girl who likes girls.
You have no idea what that took,
How my hands shook
Over my laptop keys.
Don’t hate me.
Will I lose friends?
Well that depends,
On what kind of people
Not my fault.
Or is it?
I just don’t know
I’ve been with boys
And I’ve got with girls,
And it’s feminine fingers
That I prefer
My blonde curls.
I know, I know
This poem sucks
But this isn’t about
It’s about me
In the only way
I know how
What I am.
I am a lesbian.
Don't Look Under the BedThe only rule we had when we were children was to never look under the bed.Don't Look Under the Bed1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Not just any bed, but the bed of our mother. She hid something down beneath the bed that we weren't meant to see. Some great secret protected by the boogeyman, she would tell us. "If you get on your hands and knees and try to look... he'll jump out! And grab you!" After the threat was made, she pounced on either myself or my brother, laughing and tickling until we were nothing but a pile of small giggles on the floor.
We took the words seriously, however. Running into the room to awaken our parents on holidays like birthdays or Christmas, or Thanksgiving, any of them and never once did we look under the bed. Sometimes we hesitated, sometimes we thought there would be a hand reaching out to grab us if we weren't fast enough. The ruffles of the bed covered the foot of the bed, so logically as the little kids we were, jumping at the foot of the bed was safest. It's what we always did, to get onto the bed and avoid
I am biI am sick of people,I am bi3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Telling me who to like.
I am sick of them trying to shove me into making a choice,
But at the same time taking away my voice.
They say I should like guys.
And that in my mother's eyes,
Liking anything different,
Would surely cause her demise.
Because she couldn't tolerate a daughter.
Who fell in love with another,
They say I should like girls.
They text me,
Call me things like
Yes I've kissed a girl before,
But it's something I like to keep locked up
As a secret behind closed doors.
I like guys,
I like girls.
I am sorry mother,
And I am sorry father.
But is it so bad,
That I am,
Various Fairy Tail x Male!ReaderVarious Fairy Tail x Male!Reader3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Sweet Spot
Anime/Fandom: Fairy Tail
Various Fairy Tail x Male!Reader
Fairy Tail and its characters © WhoEverCreatedItI'mTooLazyToGoogle
This story © RecklessAlbinoChibi
The Ever-So-Sexy Male!Reader © Yourself, or whoever you want
Warnings: Contains very mild sexual references and some swearing.
Characters involved: Gray, Natsu, Erza, Lucy, Gajeel and Laxus.
I think there's more of an element of Laxus x Male!Reader, though all of them do get a pretty decent chance.
There were various different conversation topics that were considered 'off-limits' when talking to friends. These topics usually differ between different friend groups, but they're usually quite similar none the less. This particular conversation topic was often deemed too embarrassing to talk about with friends, but that never stopped the people
Thoughts I'll never tell you3am.Thoughts I'll never tell you3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
it seems nighttime
has never looked this dark
(or maybe my emotions
are just blurring
squinty eyes turn
to my alarm clock:
in the roaring black sea
as the dream
s l o w l y
How can I miss someone
who wasn't even mine?
All Hallow's EveAll Hallow's Eve5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sky grew darker as the days grew longer, leading up to the day I had most been looking forward to – Halloween. For years, I had gone out trick or treating, dressed up as any fun thing I could think of. Ghosts, Vampires, Zombies… I’d done them all. But as the years went on, I stopped being “cute”. Rather, I became “too old”, and eventually some people started to call the cops. Seventeen I guess is a little old in the eyes of society, but I was still a kid! Let me have my candy and visit all the houses around!
I looked at myself in the mirror. My costume this year was a joke – nothing more than a sheet over my head with eyes cut out. I wanted to wear a more elaborate costume, but maybe if they saw this amateur costume that covered all my features, I’d get less people afraid of my age.
“I’m heading out!” I called to my parents.
“Timmy, again?” asked my mom. “We told you last year that you are jus
My Love is Dark - Yandere! Levi x ReaderMy Love is Dark - Yandere! Levi x Reader3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
“You are mine. Yes you are. You are mine even if I watch from afar”
Colors of red, yellow, and brown leaves swirled around you.
You inhaled the cool breeze. The frosty air hitting your insides like ice picks.
Sighing you muttered, “I hate that my parents made me move and leave my old friends behind…”
You grabbed a nearby red leaf and surveyed its wrinkles. “This new place sucks. I wish I was back at my old place. This school -“ You paused and looked around to see adolescents shuffling into the academic buildings like zombies, “-is so boring”
From behind you, a certain boy chimed in. “Damn right it is”
You jumped in surprise. “Ah! What the heck!”
The boy –correction the short male teen- smirked, “You’re lack of cursing amuses me, brat”
Your cheeks flamed. Here he was again. The infamous guy that broke many girls’ hearts: Levi.
DeathMareWhen I die,DeathMare1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
still the birds will sing and fly
When I die
few will mourn me, few will cry
When I die,
still will rain, still will dry
When I die;
tell me when, I know why.
When and if I ever die,
you'll see my star up to the sky
When and if I ever die,
gods will mourn me, they will cry
When and if I ever die,
the earth will shake, seas will dry
When and if I ever die...
I am immortal, I can't die!!!
jealousy. | tsukishima keijealousy. | tsukishima kei1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Tsukishima didn't like it when boys would come up to you and confess their feelings.
He disliked it even more when you didn't do anything about it.
But he couldn't really blame you. You were only being nice and considerate about their own feelings, and didn't want to hurt them. You'd always kindly tell them that you were with someone else already, and that you couldn't return their feelings. The boys would always have a frown on their face; the hope that glinted in their eyes were gone and away. Of course, you'd be upset by this—you never really liked it when you made someone sad or upset, but there was nothing you could do. You were in a relationship with him, and as much as you appreciated the affection, there was no way you say that you had mutual feelings for them as well.
"Aren't you getting sick of this?" The blonde mumbled, pulling his scarf closer to him. "The confessions, I mean. You've been getting them a lot lately. Aren't you getting bothered by it?"
"I'd be ly
~ Unique Human - Izaya Orihara x Reader ~~ Unique Human - Izaya Orihara x Reader ~1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Oh, [Name]-chaaan~" The raven-haired informant's voice rang throughout the large room. No answer. A small grin appeared on your face as you heard him get up from his chair and approach the sofa you were currently occupying. Stopping directly in front of you, a pair of crimson eyes bore down at you.
"Hello Izaya-kuuun~" You finally answered, mocking him in a sing-song voice.
"Where is it?"
"What on Earth could you be referring to, Izaya-kun?" You asked, trying to hide a smile from your boyfriend's obviously irritated state.
"My cell phone, [Name]-chan. Where did you put it this time?"
From the very first moment you met him, Izaya took every possible opportunity he had to annoy or tease you in one way or another.
After a month or so of his relentless tactics, you decided to start giving him a taste of his own medicine. You initiated your revenge by getting a certain angry, street sign wielding ex-bartender to catch the informant off-guard one day.
After that success, you did litt
Two Sentence Horror StoriesMy brother and I are joined at the hip. The flies started gathering after his death.Two Sentence Horror Stories5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
My dog came home with an arm. Great, another body to hide.
My father fell down the well. I wasn't worried until I heard sounds of crunching bones down below.
Last night, I was awakened to a child's crying. I went downstairs and stuffed a gag into her mouth.
"Your imaginary friend isn't real," When you agreed, I started to disappear.
Last night I had a dream that I murdered a woman. I was okay until I realize I was holding her head.
As I went down to the cellar, the door slammed shut. I thought it was the wind until I heard someone coming down stairs.
My students love me with all their hearts. I just wish they wouldn’t leave a mess.
I grabbed her, flung on the bed, and started removing my pants. She rose up, opened her mouth, and revealed three rows of teeth.
She wears her heart on her sleeve. But her brains are splattered all over the wall.
“There are no monsters under bed!
I forgotI used to loveI forgot1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
I used to dream
I used to hope
But I forgot
I need something
To remind me of these beautiful things
For a shard of happiness
So I can love again
this, this, and that. | kisumi shiginothis, this, and that. | kisumi shigino1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Didn't I tell you to be more careful? Honestly, you're too reckless.." You muttered, wrapping the bandage around his wrist as Kisumi kept quiet; watching your moves with a soft, gentle, smile etched on his lips. Kisumi had (stupidly) yet again injured himself playing basketball despite the fact that you told him to be more careful countless of times. But of course, knowing that it was Kisumi, he would never listen. You sighed and clipped the bandages together. "There. All good."
"You should be my nurse," He points out, checking if the bandages were secured enough. "You always take care of me."
"Well, if you aren't going to take care of yourself, then who is?" You snorted, placing the first aid kit back on the table and leaving it there. It was a good thing that his injury wasn't anything severe, you noted to yourself. That would have been very troublesome for not only him, but to you as well. It always worried you when he hurt himself. Kisumi just doesn't know how to take things safel
Don't Listen to Labels--Spain x Child!Male!ReaderDon't Listen to Labels--Spain x Child!Male!Reader2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Antonio sat in the park, his back against the tree as he tied blades of grass into knots. He was tired of all the labels that were put on him. Just because he raised and cared for Romano, doesn't mean that's he's a pedophile! Sometimes he wished he could just disappear. Whether they were jokes or not, they still hurt him. He loves children! They're wonderful and delightful to be around.
Suddenly a soccer ball rolled towards him. Turning his head, he saw a small group of children. After a few moments, the youngest walked towards him. Smiling, he waved at the Spaniard, who waved back.
"H-HI! Sorry for disturbing you....but can we have the ball back?" Antonio smiled and handed the boy the ball. Giving him a quick thanks, he turned to go back to his friends. But...he paused. Looking back at Antonio, and then back at his friends, he sighed. Waving goodbye to Antonio, he went back to his friends. After the game started up again, the Spaniard decided he had better find somewhere e
You are EverythingYou are amazing.You are Everything1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are the smiling face,
That gave that kid
Better hope for this place.
You are the helping hand,
Even if you didn’t know it,
That helped everything turn out
Better than planned.
You are the voice
That helped someone
Make a vital choice.
You are the joke
That made them laugh
And gave them that stroke
Of happiness that they needed.
You are the bright eyes
That light the way,
A lantern of hope
Through the fog of lies.
You are their push towards
Their positive afterwards.
And you are far from worthless.
Are the most important person
In the world.
We are all characters
In someone else’s story.
That pivotal point,
That pushes them from misery,
And leads them to their glory.
I want to be aloneI am sorry,I want to be alone1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Could you just leave me alone though?
I am not trying to be dramatic,
Not trying to put on a show.
I just want to be left alone.
Want to be inside my room,
In its darkness and gloom.
I want to accept my own doom.
Because I am my own disease,
I am sorry friend please,
Try and understand.
That I don't want to see anyone,
Because I can't feel the same,
I only feel tired.
Yet i can't fall asleep.
So I lay silently in bed and weep.
Because all I want is some peace.
So give that to me,
And just please leave.
Because I can't feel your warmth anymore,
So go away and close the door,
When you go.
That I want to suffer,
(Because I don't want you to see the demons that are inside of me.)
10/11/12th!doctor x reader (tribute to the 12th)You never were called a companion, the tenth called you a fiend. He ended up crying against you, his tears running down your neck while he hid from the entire world. You protected him, and he disliked you for that. Disliked how much power you had over him, how weak he was near you. He remembered his hands shaking while you picked one up and kissed his fingertips.10/11/12th!doctor x reader (tribute to the 12th)1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The eleventh was solemn. He was as serious as time itself after he stopped being so playful. When he was alone for much too long, sitting on top of London and living in that state for months- if not years. On top of the world and trapped below all his guilt. He remembered you walking up to him and making him forget everything else in the world. You became a drug to him as he used you to forget all the bad which scarred him. He called you his guardian angel, and just like the tenth, he was like a child scared of the dark.
So when the twelfth walked up to you, now a silver fox and physically older than the other two doctors you
5'6 in heels5'8.5'6 in heels1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
36, 25, 38, it'd be nice.
long, healthy blonde hair,
typical caucasian female.
miles of legs,
collarbones of a model, yeah.
how pretty, yeah.
i went in for a checkup, momma made me
get my blood panel done.
it's always the same. blood pressure,
check my ears, hold me down for the
life that runs inside me because needles are
nasty. she made me step up to the
wall. my mother snorted.
she made me step onto the scale.
my mother 'tsked.'
i'm half asian and the other half white and i couldn't
give a damn about what i would have
to give up to be either or.
46, 32, 48, give me a break.
the man in the diner calls me sweetie and
asks how i got so pretty.
i can't afford to put my alarm clock on snooze.
i roll out of bed,
pull two-sizes-too-big jeans on and button them.
i tuck my uniform shirt in. i go to the bathroom.
the lights don't come on until
i have brushed my hair at least twice; once to get the
knots out a
Shades Of GrayHe drownsShades Of Gray1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
in visceral shades of gray,
in illustriously craved walls
with four defined ridges
allowing him only
a window to his soul...
a window without bars,
and yet it offers no escape
for it only allows
the gray to flood through.
He cannot swim,
the color allows him no such pleasantry
and instead he must sit,
in what little color he can find
as they slowly choke him
and as he dies
he screams repentant cries
and begs for salvation
with tears in his eyes
but his tears
only dye his skin as gray
as the filth which drowns him.