HetaliaxReader-Lost my Book!HetaliaxReader: Lost my Book!HetaliaxReader-Lost my Book!2 years ago in Romance More Like This
That's exactly what happened. You lost your precious book. But it was no ordinary book. Nono..it was your DIARY. The thing you held close, and wrote everything-and I mean EVERYTHING-and now you had gone and lost it. You searched around the whole world conference building, but to no avail. It was like it vanished into thin air.
"No no no..." you mumbled to yourself as you bit down hard on your lip. "It has to be here."
You had to find it fast..before another country picked it up and well...read all your secrets!
You remember leaving it on the table just after the meeting, you came back after speaking with England, and it was gone.
"Hey (your name)!!!!" a voice echoed through the halls. That voice belonged to America. Maybe he knew where the book was.
"Hey America!" you shouted happily back. Being nice was kay to solving things like this. "I seemed to have misplaced my book..do you know where it is?"
Character Profile FormCharacter Profile Form8 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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Book Four: Redemption-Epilogue Book Four: RedemptionBook Four: Redemption-Epilogue7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Redemption- n. The act of saving from a state of sinfulness or making up for past mistakes
The next few weeks would be the beginning of redemption. After our cry-fest, I showed them some brochures of Family Counseling I had in my pocket.
We all need to do this. The sessions arent the cheapest things in the world, but Im willing to spend my money that Ive saved up.
If The World Is a Book I Want to Read Every PageIf The World Is a Book I Want to Read Every Page2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If The World is a Book, I Want to Read Every Page.
Let me memorize each dotted "i"
of moonlights freckled face
Trace the silver ripples
of a seashores wrinkled page
Count the auburn stanzas 'tween
the depths of trembling trees
Ride upon the vessel
of a sun-kissed simile.
Open sky-stripped windows
to the sigh of cursive clouds
Shuffle through the metaphors
Awaking through the ground
Slant the sails of poetry
toward continents of sea
Deep into the jungles where
the verses lace the trees.
Catch the winds of free verse
Or the open waves of rhyme
Sift through ocean ballads
where the sunset greets the tide.
Study drops of scripture
as it clicks against the street
Sleep between the pages
of departed poetry.
Book Five: Recovery-Epilogue EPILOGUEBook Five: Recovery-Epilogue7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Book Five: Recovery
Recovery- n. A return to a normal condition
Looking back on it all, I realize just how much of a dramatic time in my life it all was. But dont think I lived happily ever after. Like all families, we ha
BooksTo some peopleBooks9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they're just bits of paper
glued to a fragile spine
But to me they are friends
welcoming me at any time
opening up their hearts
to show me their secrets
I laugh with them
I cry with them
they've let me into
the lives of so many
people with fantastic lives
people who have grand adventures
and for a few hours
That I'm just me
The BookThe BookThe Book4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Prussia sat with Holy Roman Empire on his lap a book shared between them. "They gathered all these stories for you!" Prussia exclaimed proudly as they thumbed through the pages. Looking over the many stories the Grimm brother's had gathered together. "They're going to help unite your country, give your people a sense of unity!" He smiled down at the Holly Roman Empire sitting in his lap. "Well?" He asked looking at his smaller bruder. "Vhich vne do you vant to read firsd?"
The Holly Roman Empire bounced up and down in his lap excitedly scanning the titles. "This von!" He exclaimed pointing at one title. "Bolt Brian!"
"All righd!" Prussia crowed, "Bold Brian it is!" With great excitement he began to read the fairy tale to his younger brother.
"...where Rapunzel lived with their two children. Kesesesesessseses" Gilbert's hissing laugh filled the air as he read the end of the story Rapunzel. "Oh man," The albino male wiped a tear out of his eye. "Thad ending never fails to crack
I Hate LoveI hate love.I Hate Love3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
They tell you love is just amazing and wonderful and fills you with joy.
Well I’m calling their bluff: That’s bullshit.
Love tears you apart, makes you cry and hit the walls. It makes you think these thoughts that you never would have before and feel what you never have before.
It hurts just so much and you can never fully recover from it.
But the reason I hate it the most, is that it scares me. The unknown, the putting full faith in this person and saying: “Yes this is the one person that I will let be my absolute destruction.”
It’s beyond terrifying. Love is just too powerful and so easily damaging.
That’s why I can’t stand it.
That BookEncouragementThat Book3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hello. Do you remember me? I'm that book, over there. We met a long time ago. In fact, next summer it will have been ten years.
I'm also not finished. At first, I thought you forgot about me, but that is ridiculous. I ring through your mind even today, if only a faint background noise. My story still exists, and you yearn still to continue it - yet you hesitate. Yet you make excuses. And now, I know what you are thinking.
You are afraid of writing poorly. You are afraid of losing your place, of forgetting where the plot was going - of becoming everything you despise. And now, you consider forsaking me.
Keep on going, my friend. I have been there through your tough years: when you were alone, angry, and hurt, I was who you turned to. I fueled you to carry on toward your dream. You gave your heart to me when you kept writing, even after you lost all your work. You cannot simply forget me, or simply quit writing. I will always be there, as I am now, in the back
Always... Book 1 Chapter 6Always... Book 1 Chapter 63 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The next few weeks seem to slow to crawl. Severus soon found himself both dreading, and eagerly anticipating Thursday afternoons and the first year students that would stare silently up at him for two hours.
The Potter boy caused him particular distress. He absolutely hated looking into those green eyes, but nothing gave him more pleasure than to torment the son and spitting image of his childhood enemy.
His only respite from the turmoil that threatened to consume him, he found in his sixth year students. Particularly a bright, Slytherin girl named Ingrid Eastchurch.
She was a relatively thin girl with icy blue eyes, and short, white hair. Because she was a Slytherin, Snape was already predisposed to prefer her to his other N.E.W.T. students, but she really did possess an incredible talent for potion-making a talent that he hadn't seen since his own days at school.
As it was Halloween, classes had been released early, and most of the school was preparing to
Twilight-Uncensored Ch.1ReviewTwilight-Uncensored Ch.1Review4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Review of Chapter One
By Stephenie Meyer
Years have gone since I've first run into a little thing called Twilight and now I've come to the part of the getting over it and letting kids have their fun, but in all this I've decided to trudge through this pile of shit and actually reread it for the first time since I took an exacto knife and cut a hole out of my only -stolen- copy.
Please note that I'm doing this not only for my own closure, but for your entertainment. I am reading this. I am not enjoying it, but I also want to lay to rest every beef I have with Twilight. [Though just the first book, the others can rot in hell.]
Lastly, I'll probably be dropping a lot of F-bombs and various other angry letter bombs. Deal with it.
Now, on with the horror fest, where we start with the preface.
As plain as you can possibly get, the preface of Twilight says nothing while saying a whole god forsaken paragraph. The tone of the paragraph honestly reminds me of w
France X Reader ~ The Book ~ Les MiserablesFrance X Reader ~ The Book ~ Les MiserablesFrance X Reader ~ The Book ~ Les Miserables1 year ago in Romance More Like This
You quickly scurried up the stairs to the second floor, humming the tune to At the End of the Day. After your parents had taken you to the Broadway version of Les Miserables you had fallen in love with the French revolutionary tale.
Though your love for the play you still haven’t read the book. As one of the things that you desperately wanted to do, you figured that this was the best opportunity to read a book that you desperately wanted to read and get marks for it.
After climbing the stairs you entered through the door to the floor, and then began to walk the giant circle out to where the French Literature was being kept.
Spanish… Portuguese…. Dutch…
Aw here it is, French Literature, now to find Victor Hugo.
Your eyes began scanning the bookshelves, looking for those familiar letters that you had associated with childlike nostalgia.
Well there’s Victor Hugo, now to find Les Miserables.
The Fairytale BookThe Fairytale Book2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The home of the Willow Wisps
Is not a faraway land
You do not cross wide oceans
Or tread hot valleys of sand
From the hollows of an oak tree
Awakens Queen of the Fae
Small transparent wings shimmer
In the sunlight of the day
On the voyage of sailors
Silent waters bubble to life
And bursts forth a Siren
Maiden of beauty and strife
Serene slumbering Dragon
Nestled in a cave of riches
With gold, silver, and jewels
He has fulfilled all his wishes
The beautiful lovelorn Princess
Locked away in her high tower
He is the noble, radiant sunshine
Come to rescue his sweet sunflower
Magical Forests, Castles in the Sky,
Adventures, Wonderlands, and Dreamscape
Never ending fantasy and fiction
Willow Wisp, won’t you be my escape?
The Willow Wisps sigh softly
It’s time for the magic to go home—
Home within the pages of a fairytale book
As you finish reading the poem
Deaf! Reader X Romano- Instagram Selfies Wow, that’s a weird selfie. You scroll through your news feed on Instagram, smiling at all of Al’s selfies.Deaf! Reader X Romano- Instagram Selfies5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Even though you couldn’t hear all your friends, or the world around you, you could tell their personalities by their pictures on Instagram. Francis was full of himself, taking gorgeous pictures of himself and photo shopping them so he could look even more beautiful. Arthur liked to take picture of himself watching Doctor Who and Sherlock, and of his awful cooking. Alfred loved taking pictures of himself eating hamburgers and drinking his beloved milkshakes from McDonald’s. He also posted pictures of his awesome parties you sometimes went to.
Ludwig didn’t take selfies. No, he took pictures of his garden. Although it was nice, it kind of made you think he was hiding his inner g
The Book ThiefIt was always her. The one behind the shelves. Lurking behind the next case. Not hiding, not anything of that sort.The Book Thief5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
It was obviously her. The one pausing over each title. The one whose fingers lingered over each leather binding.
It was no one but her. There was always this glow, this gleam in her eyes as she gazed at the creamy pages. Eyes of a magpie that girl had, always hidden behind umber hair. Peering through and siphoning the words from the page.
It was the way that she moved. That's how you knew. The way she rubbed her lower lip with her thumb. The way her eyes darted, swam across every line. Or floated I should say. Floated on ink over every wet word.
It was her breath. Eternally bated, as if waiting for the end. Waiting and watching and breathing in again. In and out, up and down. Rising and falling like a personal tide, the waves being pulled by another man's words.
She must have known. She must have felt inside the craft that went into each of these markings. The work, the t