DownfallDownfall8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si
Keep HimAbridged Excerpt from The Chibi Prussia DiariesKeep Him4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Year ?? B.A. (Before Awesome-and the "Before" is important!)
Entry title: Keep Him
Please read the description for more information. You might not fully understand this, otherwise.
"Does this belong to you?"
Germania turned to face the familiar voice, annoyedbut also a little curious. He wasn't sure what the Roman Empire could have that belonged to him. Germania froze when he saw what it was. The strong blonde, who prided himself on his ability to keep his true thoughts and emotions hidden from his enemies, paled visibly at the sight before him (and he wasn't sure if it was from shock, anger, frustration, embarrassment, or a strange mix of all four). For there stood Rome, looking very angry and irritated as he held the "item" out to his European neighbor. The tanned Empire's brow was furrowed u
Yes, I Have a PenisYes, I Have A PenisYes, I Have a Penis8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do not assume (if I hold the door for you),
that I am making a statement
about your inabilities
to open the door for yourself.
If you hold it for me,
I'll say 'thankyou'.
Do not assume (if I pay for the meal),
that I am underestimating
your earning capacity
as a woman.
If you invite me out for a meal,
Do not assume (if I defend your rights),
that I am belittling
the attempts that you have made
to defend your rights yourself.
If you defend my rights,
I'll consider you human.
Pokemon Dead ChannelI was introduced to the video game realm a tad late than most other people. For most, if not all, of my early childhood I was isolated from other kids and I had next to no social interactions. My days were spent in a prison like school and my nights rotted away with mind numbing TV. Life was dull and boring, all I had were my stuffed animals and cheap plastic toys to talk to. That's when I got a Gamecube.Pokemon Dead Channel4 years ago in Horror More Like This
It was the christmas of 2003 I believe. I was overjoyed at having my own video game station. It came with the games Super Mario Sunshine, Pac Man World 2, and Pokemon Channel. Each of those games still hold a special place in my heart today. As soon as the Gamecube was set up and ready to go I began playing it immediately.
The first game I played was Super Mario Sunshine. This game is what got me hooked onto the Mario series. After playing it for hours straight and finally finding a level I just couldn't get past I turned to Pac Man World 2. Amazingly enough, I got stuck on level two.
AdvertisementsShe was only six when the funeral homes started sending us advertisements, all competing with each other to be the best, to win her business. To win our business, more like; six is hardly old enough to understand what's going on. It's not old enough to understand why everyone is covering their mouths with their hands and failing to hold back tears when you walk into the room, or old enough to understand why people begin to outright sob when you start talking about what you want to be when you grow up. Once it was a doctor, before that it was a fairy princess, but right now it's a policewoman.Advertisements3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And of course all the children have heard about the funeral homes. Cold, nasty, make their business in knowing when people are going to die. Not how, as far as anyone can tell, just...when. A lot of kids have had relativesgreat-aunts, great-uncles, maybe great-grandparentsstart getting advertisements, maybe been shown them to know what to look out for, but not Anita. She
GayI am gay.Gay2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not a disease, I'm not a problem
I'm not an affliction
I don't need treatment.
I don't need help
I'm not sick
I'm not confused
I'm not a sin.
I am gay.
I'm your daughter
Your co worker
A complete stranger
I am gay.
I need love, just like you
I need smiles
I need support
I need a hug
I need a friend
I need a family
I need acceptance
I need understanding
I need you
I am gay.
I know what love is
I know what pain is
I know what hate is
I know what life is
I am gay.
And I need you to love me
The same way you loved me before you knew
I am gay.
And I have experienced hate
From more people than just you
I am gay.
And I wont change.
I wont give up.
I wont back down.
I wont pretend.
I wont lie.
I wont deny.
I wont hide.
I wont hurt.
I am gay.
And that's okay.
America x Reader: I'll Never Leave YouAmerica x Reader: I'll Never Leave You3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Aaagh! Sit down already, America!" England shouted.
"I am the hero!!!" America shouted, giving a thumbs up.
Almost everyone in the World Conference room groaned, facepalmed, or just set there looking at him like he was an idiot...you didn't though. You actually giggled and smiled. Alfred was one of your closest friends and you had been friends with him since before you could even remember.
Looking at him being a loudmouth, trying to talk and eat at the same time, and smiling like an idiot, brought back so many childhood memories for you
"Come on ______! It's only a little bit farther!" A small ten year old Alfred said enthusiastically as he held your hand and tugged you along.
"Alfie, where are we going?" you asked, blinking a few times.
"I told you that it's a surprise!" he laughed, still pulling you forward.
You just smiled at him. He was so silly and adventurous
"Britain is going to be very angry that we ran off without telling him." You said,
Love itI feel your hands in my hair.Love it8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I feel your breath on my neck.
I feel your body pressed so close to mine.
I feel your lips on my throat.
I feel your hands move to my back and your lips work their way up to mine.
I feel you and I love it.
I hear you say you love me.
I hear you whisper my name.
I hear you tell me I'm the only one for you.
I hear your breath in my ear.
I hear your soft snores as I fall asleep.
I hear you and I love it.
I see you as I run into your arms.
I see your face break through my world of darkness.
I see you fight away my fears.
I see you wipe away my tears.
I see you're in love with me.
I see you and I love it.
I taste your lips.
I taste your tongue.
I taste your throat as I kiss it.
I taste your love.
I taste your passion.
I taste you and I love it.
I smell your colone as I hold you.
I smell your shampoo as I hug you.
I smell your toothpaste as I kiss you.
I smell your excitement as you cuddle me.
I smell the smell I've been waiting so long to smell.
I smell you and
The Little SparrowHer name was Emma, and she wasn't afraid of falling. For as long as she could remember she had been jumping - always plummeting. She understood the laws of nature: no matter how high she climbed, gravity would always carry her back to the ground; gravity would always grant her momentum to fall and wind-resistance to float. She understood why birds had wings and humans didn't; it was because humans would just as soon leave, and they belonged on the ground.The Little Sparrow3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They always called her a little sparrow, always trying to fly, but they never understood that she didn't want updrafts or wings, she only wanted to scale walls and scurry up trees, to test the limits.
She wanted to throw herself from rooftops and swan dive from balancing bars, challenging inertia and gravity and the laws of motion. She wanted to cannonball into puddles and see if the ocean caught her, or if she merely fell through the earth to the steaming, bubbling core. She wanted to lift up her arms in triumph, her hair
a picture of a plane.The day her daddy got sent away, the whole neighborhood fluttered with closing curtains and eyes watching through cracked doors. His wife called it a mistake, the cousins called it rape and said he was a pedophile.a picture of a plane.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And she just kept dipping her fingers into paint and dreaming about kites and the eyelashes on dolls, because she didn't know what any of those words meant.
A year later, he came back, and she washed the sidewalk so he couldn't see that she was drawing their secret in light blue and petal pink chalk.
"Those are nice pictures, baby," her daddy would tell her, but she hated it, because he always sounded sick, and he would rub her back with those big, rough hands until the neighbor's blinds twitched like the nervous wings of a bird.
Aleksander finally made her daddy stop, because he sat on his porch all day with a scratchy blanket in his lap, saying prayers beside a full ashtray.
"Why does he do that?" she asked him in July. "I don't like it when he does that."
He patted her
Deadbird BackgroundDeadbird Background3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I apologize in advanced for any spelling or grammatical errors -- while I did read over this twice, I may have missed something. Sorry!
"The December wind wrapped itself around the two as they briskly made their way down the crowded sidewalk. They didn't mind the cold all too much for their sheer excitement kept them warm. A mother and a son had traversed into the Inner Sanctum of the Main City to prepare for the festivities. It was the 20th, and on the 21st a world-wide celebration would ring out in glory of their leader's name and birthday. It wasn't just a celebration for him, as on the 21st everyone shared in on the gift giving and good will spreading amongst their friends and loved ones. The mother and son, however, had missed out on their shopping and were forced to rush and see what they could get the night before.
"Every corner they turned and every step they took left them visually bombarded with fantastic, glowing displays of old time toys and new wave technology. Add
Character Profile FormCharacter Profile Form8 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Meaning of name:
Origin of name:
Socioeconomic level as a child:
Socioeconomic level as an adult:
Most important childhood event that still affects him/her:
Other memories/events that still affects him/her and why/how:
Past failures s/he would be embarrassed to have people know about and why:
Biggest role model:
Biggest disillusions from childhood:
EmoSo what if I'm emo?Emo7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So what if I cry?
I'm not THAT emotional,
I dont want to die.
So what if I dress in a different style?
There's no need to scream and run for a mile
I dont like to cut and abuse my arm,
I am not depressed,
so why cause self harm?
Could it be that I am just like you?
That I can smile, giggle and laugh along too?
Could it be that I am happy with myself?
It's just that I am not some pretty doll on the shelf.
Could it be that the only reason i dye my hair black;
Is because I dont want to be some barbie in a bimbo girl pack.
These are the reasons, and I'll tell you why,
that I dont look in the mirror and start to cry.
I know Im not perfect,
I'm sure you will agree
But I am so very positive,
as positive as can be
That Im not like you,
Oh dont make me laugh!
I dont spend hours on my make-up's mask
I'm totally self-confident,
Ill smile for all to see.
Because the great thing about being emo,
Is that I am happy, with just being me.
Dont be afraid of who you are.<
GuardianGuardian2 years ago in Horror More Like This
Walking. A noise. I turn. Nothing.
Nothing behind me. I walk again, then look down. A shadow, of a tall tall man, and tenticle like shadows behind him. He puts a hand on my shoulder, his mouth parting into a gooey demise of teeth. He won't hurt me. He's always there. No one believes me when I talk about him. A tall man, very tall, with no face. I never hear him, but he's here. When I walk in my neighborhood. It's dark and gloomy, storm clouds coming and the kids all inside, fearing the storm. The woods blow with eerie winds. They say something lives there, so old and so ancient. I walk alone, sometimes slow on my road. I look at the grey skies, and the dark forest. I feel someone behind me. I turn. Nothing there.
But there is something.
He's there. The Man.
He watches me, over me. He's my guardian in the Dark.
He looks harmful, and silent, and very mysterious.
People don't understand him. I understand.
He's lonely, always rejected, always regarded as weird, and not to be trusted.
CreepyPasta- The HackI've always been a fan of the Pokemon games. I remember getting into the cards as a kid, and from there I went to the show, and finally, the games. And even though I got rid of my cards long ago, and I haven't watched the show in years, when the new games come out, I'm always excited to try them out and spend days playing them. And every once in a while, I go back to my old games for a nostalgia trip. Call me childish, but something about those old games keeps calling me back for more, no matter how many times I play through them.CreepyPasta- The Hack4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The problem is that my Pokemon blue version can't save anymore. Whether it's a dead internal battery or just a worn out cartridge after literal weeks of solid playtime, the game just couldn't take it anymore and gave out. My red version still works, but for some reason I always preferred blue. Maybe it's because of the color scheme, or because I got Blue version first, but I always liked Blue version better. I never had yellow, so playing that was out of the
How to love a girl who can't love herself.one.How to love a girl who can't love herself.6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
When she cries herself to sleep
six out of seven nights a week you must
say nothing. You must simply take
her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,
pale cheeks and wait for her to
slumber at the sound of your heart.
On the days where she wishes she
were part of the stars, tell her
no. Tell her that there are too many
lights in the sky and that just one
would be forgotten the moment you looked
away from it. Tell her that she is perfect
the way she is: completely human.
Don't let her think about the scars
that no one but her can see. If she
says "I think I'm broken" smile like you
know a secret and say, "No, you're mending."
But do not be the one to fix her - no, she
Romano x Reader: Ti AmoRomano x Reader: Ti Amo3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Lovino what are you so annoyed about THIS time?" you asked, looking at your pouting Italian best friend.
"None of your damned business!" he shouted, folding his arms.
You frowned. You had been friends with Romano since well forever! But there were times where he was a royal pain in the ass, like right now.
"Lovino, give me a break. You know you can talk to me about anything; right?" you said, putting a hand on his shoulder, which he shrugged off stubbornly.
Your frown deepened and your eyes saddened a bit as well. There was no telling how long you had continued to assure him that he could talk to you about anything, but he never really opened up. There were times when he would lean against your shoulder or sit a little closer to you and give off a sort of emotion but he never really came out with it.
"You've been acting weird for like three weeks now and it's getting worse. I'm really worried about you." You continued.
"Well stop worrying already!" he growled.
Ok, now y
Male!BelarusXReader: Not scared of youMale!BelarusXReader: Not scared of you2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Male!BelarusXReader: Not scared of you
"Marry me!" you heard someone say from the living room. You were invited over to your friend's house and when you entered you heard glass shattering and something like a door being torn down. You got deeply worried for your friend Anya as the Russian women ran past you at top speed, crying.
"Leave me alone!" she said.
"You know you want too!" a male said walking out of the living room. Your eyes widen as you stare at the tall handsome man. He looked very strong and intimidating. His violet eyes glowing brightly. His eyes changed to you and his eye's narrowed.
"Who are you?" he hissed anger and annoyance in his voice. You stood there with your hands in front of you and with a stoic expression. You weren't fazed at all with his tone.
"Hn," you said taking off your gloves and put them in your coat pocket and held out a hand at him. "My name is ________ ________ I'm Anya's friend," you said. The man had a look of surprise for a m