AnswersI don't write poetry.Answers2 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I just let the pen
Across crumbled pages.
I let my soul
Bleed into ink.
As my way of asking
Statues and glowing
But They never answer.
Scar TissueI don’t know what I hated more: myself, or the fact that my crying woke him up. It couldn’t be later than two in the morning, I had woken up from another nightmare and I found myself huddled in the same spot I always went to in times like these: the bathtub.Scar Tissue5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a bad habit I got myself into since childhood, but the coldness of the tub gave me a comfort most things couldn’t. I had been good about keeping my pain hidden from the rest of the world, but by night it came crawling back to me in the form of dreams and flashes of guilt.
The tears would come before I could stop them and I always found myself in this tub. He never knew, and I never told him. What was the point? I’m a girl stuck in reverse who can’t seem to let go of yesterday and take in the joys of tomorrow. My whole life was like a damaged tape, repeating itself when it shouldn’t and having a hard time moving forward. I always could repress my sobs, and I wondered if I was louder than I
DemiseDemise4 hours ago in General Fiction More Like This
The story of Steve, Notch, and Herobrine may be well known to the people of
Minecraftia, for it was a legend told for a long time, but like all legends, it had some
secrets and twists.
But no one knew the real story of Them.
One day, a Minecraftian who was a researcher found a scraps of old leather tied with strings.
It had faint carvings among the rough surface of the cow skin.
The carvings were alphabets of the Old Language.
The diary was related to what the researcher was looking for.
It was the diary of Herobrine.
The diary included the real story of the Three.
But the pages were slightly distorted and demented.
But the researcher still tried his best to recover it.
So the story was recovered, but it was still not whole.
It was still the story that was closest to the truth.
The story goes on like this.
Petra x Levi x Yandere!Reader - Yes I Can.You were an elite soldier of the Scouting Regiment, assigned under Lance corporal Levi. A member of his handpicked squad.Petra x Levi x Yandere!Reader - Yes I Can.5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
You liked all of the members of your squad, especially Levi. In fact, you were infatuated with him. Everything about him from his hairstyle to the way he walked drew you in and made you want him even more everytime you were to lay eyes on him.
There was one person on your squad, however, that you could not stand.
Why did you hate her? Well, because of her relationship with Levi, of course. Although it wasn't concrete, you could tell she was interested, judging by how she acted when he was around, versus when he wasn't.
Presently in time, you were riding through the forest on an expedition. A new member had been added to your squad about a moth ago. A lad by the name of Eren Jaeger. He was currently contemplating on whether or not he would battle the clearly furious titan following behind the squad at the moment. Eventually, he decided to 'trust' the squad
Will I also returnI was young as spring,Will I also return6 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
and held to autumn's wind
in the highest branches,
before crows hollowed them
autumn flurries return
with the scent of fallen fruit,
shelter for next spring
is this what nostalgia taste like?i'm reminded of things i'd rather forget,is this what nostalgia taste like?5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
i have memories of words that were never said.
each time i look in a mirror
i see your face over my shoulder, studying the lines forming on my face.
i'm growing old, older than i should be;
middle-aged, but drowning in high school.
i think i used to know where i'm going,
but now my best guess is the grave;
i think i died when i met you,
but that's okay with me, i was dying anyway.
Short Short GT 2James held the thumbing in his tense fingers, his heart beating faster with every dissatisfied breath.Short Short GT 28 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Please, I don't know anything!" the tiny creature exclaimed, as James brought her little figure towards his face.
James snorted, and shook his head in disbelief. "You're as sly as an octopus- But that kind of bull shit doesn't work on me,"
The girl's dark eyebrows furrowed, and a flash of what seemed like anger darkened her features.
"Will you at least give me a chance to explain myself? Do you think I WANT to be here?" her little voice rang in James's ears, causing the pirate to feel a slight twitch in his eye.
He blinked in surprise, gazing down at his prize with weary eyes. He frowned, and began to lower the girl onto a side table. She stumbled out of his hands, landing in a pile of crumpled parchment and puddles of ink.
"Ooof!" the creature moaned in disgust as the black liquid soaked her red clothing, her tan feet and hands were now jet black.
The pirate smirked at
The true beautyI just came to this school, I just transfer to it. I introduce myself to class and everyone was so nice to me and after the class they always asked me all those questions. But there was this one girl who in each recesses went out of the classroom and didn't return till the class begin. I was always wondering were is she going.The true beauty7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
So the next day after one class I decided to follow her. She turned her head to me and asked me why am I following, and I just honestly answered to her "Because I've been wondering were you are going after class."-she smiled to that. I think that it was the first time I saw her smile. On the class she is always so serious taking her notes but sometimes as well watching through window,watching the sky. She continued but looking in front of her "It's better if you go back to classroom and they don't see you with me?"
"Why? What's so wrong if they saw me with you?"-I asked her little worried
"Because they will bother you,but don't worry I can take care of myse
Thank you YoutubersDear the youtubers who saved my life,Thank you Youtubers3 hours ago in Letters More Like This
I honestly doubt any of you will ever read this. But if you do...
I just wanted to say thanks. For all the laughs. For all the smiles. For the inspiration. If not for guys, I probably would be as happy as I am.
2014 has been by the worst year of my life. I lost several things precious to me: an activity with people who were like family to me, several friends too.
But, it's also been a pretty good year. I got a cello, made new friends, started my own Minecraft team.
That mainly has to with you guys.
Deadlox, SkythekidRS, TrueMU, HuskyMudkipper, BajanCanadian, JeromeASF, SSundee, Setosocerer, deceptibonks, Weedlion, BlueMonkey, Slamacow, CaptainSparklez, AntVenom, midnightvixen, TTSNIM, AshleyMariee. You guys are only a few.
To the old Team Crafted, what happened? What happened to your friendship? Did the fame pull you guys apart? The money? You were all the closest I've seen people be together, you made me happy till 2014, when you guys split. Watch
Moonlight Sonata [2nd Edition]Moonlight SonataMoonlight Sonata [2nd Edition]2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sound, a song, echoed through the night air around the old manor of Edouard Richelieu*. It was the famous piano theme Moonlight Sonata by Ludvig Von Beethoven and it added to the night air. Above the Richelieu manor was a full moon.
Whoever was at the piano of Richelieu manor, nobody ever knew. There had been a silent and somber funeral about a week before that night, at the hour of 8 pm, and-it was supposed- the deceased was Edouard himself. Edouard had died on a new moon night. He had been playing his piano. Suddenly he suffered a stroke and collapsed, presumably dead. But the wise ever warn us not to assume anything.
The full moon illuminated the earth around the manor. It was thick, aged brown earth with a few sparse shrubs growing about. Throughout the day and till that hour- 11:50pm- the ground about the manor was visibly empty. Then the sonata rang through the night. As mysteriously as he died and the song emerged, there was a pack of wolf-
SquirrelBuckled oak boughs, acorns a-plenty.Squirrel6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Squirrels, fidget and forage,
Nuts mysterious under canopy mists
Elude those frantic paws
A natural instinct that signed no
Line or read terms and conditions;
A natural instinct knows no cause
While the grey out runs the red
And war maims the forest
Until all but acorns are dead.
Past RP: Grey recruits Gemma to the CauseQuailmix said the following:Past RP: Grey recruits Gemma to the Cause2 hours ago in Sketches More Like This
Gemma was hungry. She was always hungry these days. It had not been very long since her run in with the collie mix. She hadn't gone back towards those trash cans in a while, she had been avoiding the area. But, they were close to a grocery store, and sometimes they had some good stuff. She wouldn't have gone that way, but she was hungry. Very hungry.
She was cautious, but there was no sign of him around. That was a relief. Sniffing around, she found some rotting fruit. It wasn't the best thing in the world, but it was something. None of it was too bad. Apples, a banana, some carrots. Those were good, she did like carrots.
As she ate, her guard was down. She was too focused on eating what was edible and finding more to really be aware of her surroundings. Perhaps that was a mistake, but she was just so, so hungry.
Idlethe said the following:
Grey had one thing on his mind, victory. He had planning, manipulating and weaving his way into the minds o
He's AloneHe’s silently cryingHe's Alone3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
The way they mock him might as well be a knife to his heart
He knows that they're right
And it hurts him
'You don't belong here'
'Nobody cares about you'
He hates them
They hate him
He pretends not to be bothered
It's a façade
He turns his back because he refuses to admit it
That they're right
Because that’s the way he’s always dealt with things
Turning his back
He hates them
They hate him
He believes it's the world versus him
It seems like everybody is against him
Nobody to tell him it's alright
To whisper 'I love you'
It angers him
He hates them
They hate him
He doesn't know what he's doing wrong
Why they hate him so much
He doesn't have anybody
He never has
He hates them
They hate him
'What's family?' He asks, unsure
'People who love you.' They tell him
And then he cries
Nobody loves him
He hates them
They hate him
He stands alone on the edge
Their words ring in his m
The Strange Old ManThe Strange Old ManThe Strange Old Man4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was the evening of his 60th birthday. Old Sydney Rehnquist was alone on the veranda of his house in Surrey and nobody came to wish him a happy birthday. It was not Sydney's manner nor his appearance that warded people off. Sydney had been as polite and outgoing as his age permitted, although he admitted that this age level prefers peaceful solitude. He had neither informed anyone nor refused visitors, as he had expected that someone would call on him that day. Nobody came. Then I came but he admitted me.
"Hallo, Sydney, old mate. Why so alone?"
"Dunno, Ralph. But anyways, I'm enjoying the tranquility. I'm imbibing a local ale. What'll you have?"
"Have you got an extra bottle in there?"
"I sure have. Take a chair. I'll bring it out."
I said that Sydney's manner wouldn't scare people away. His appearance was thin, we'd say he was gaunt, and rather pale. As he spoke, I suddenly noticed a change in his teeth. The front teeth and his molars bore fang like tips. But I
Hide and Seek: GreenHide and Seek: Green3 hours ago in Romance More Like This
“I choose Green,” you said as you pointed at the tall spiky brunet boy.
The young man with green eyes blushed a little and gave you on of his signature charming smile. You didn’t know, but Green was more than pleased that you had chosen him over the other boys. He slowly walked to you and you both waited for the other girls to pick their partner.
You hoped Blue won’t be mad at you, believing that your best friend also has a crush on the famous cocky and intelligent Viridian City gym leader. But you didn’t have to worry after all, because the female brunette chose Silver as her teammate. Yellow picked Red and this led to Crystal being forced to be with Gold, much to her dismay.
Blue suggested she and her partner should count while you and the other teams hide. The rules were simple. You were only allowed to hide in the big mansion or in Silver’s garden labyrinth.
As she started counting while the redhead just closed his eyes and cursed under his breat
an unexpected but welcome surprise completeAn unexpected, but welcome, surprisean unexpected but welcome surprise complete7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Names: Kardulaeth, Shartan
(Ex, Araan, Baringdann, Busyth, Geisson)
WARNING!:CONTAINES MPREG, RAPID PREG, AND SIMIE GRAPHIC BIRTH!
Kardulaeth and Shartan had been together for a very, very long time. No, not in a '50 or 60' years way, more in a 3,000 to 4,000 years way, give or take a few lover spats that ended with a many large scale landscaping change throughout their world. You see, Kardulaeth and Shartan are two of the six gods of the world of Nestrlius, when stood together anyone would tell you they were complete opposites.
Kardulaeth is tall, all sharp angles with a willowy frame and a smile so sharp it could cut diamonds. His eyes are a bright gold that, in the moonlight, reflect silver like a cats reflects light with hair combed back and falling to his shoulders in a single wave of stark grey. None of the other gods, save Shartan, have ever seen Kardulaeth in anything but black save for a long scarf that depicts the
The Breath We HoldBreathe in. Spit out the deluge.The Breath We Hold6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's not fair to say we try
When the sun spins so far away
And we close our eyes,
But we never cry.
Even if the dark of the moon
Where to blind your heart
In it's shame of darkness.
I know we'd erase our distress
And no more sorrow.
Arms open. Breathe out.
Happy Halloween Bro"It started way back in 1987, with a bite to the frontal lobe! Everyone was in chaos about it! Since then the old pizza place have been shut down since!" Raph said, holding the flashlight in his hands. "But....the animatronics still roam the place, looking for something to eat....or..." He looked at his baby brother and smiled big giving his brother the creepiest smile ever. "Someone..." He added with a dark menacing laugh.Happy Halloween Bro8 hours ago in Horror More Like This
Mikey screamed in terror, latching himself onto his big brother, Donatello. Donnie made grunting noises as his brothers arms were around his neck tightly. Leo frowned. "Raph, what have we told you! not to scary."
Raph rolled his eyes. "Oh come on Leo, Mikey is sixteen years old...im sure he can handle....Freddy the bear..." He let his voice go low and deep. "Mikey....."
Mikey eyed his older brother. "Okay! Shut up! Its April's turn!" He chirped still holding onto Donnie for dear life.
"Mikey please let go of me!" Donnie cried out, trying to shove off his baby