It's okay to be differentFitting in's a trap:It's okay to be different7 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
they put you inside the box,
and then close the lid.
DifferenceTo be lonely is painful,Difference8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
To be alone is liberating.
3 Different Seconds3 Different Seconds3 Different Seconds5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
by L. Vera
An excerpt from a tape recording of Martin Stevens' interview with Dr. Henry Wurzbach.
1/20/89 9:00 A.M.
"How are you doing today, Martin?" Doctor Wurzbach's voice entered through the static.
"Good," Martin replied.
"If you do not mind Martin, I would like to go ahead and ask about the first time you discovered your ability," Doctor Wurzbach said with his deep calm voice.
"Sure. Like I said before, it all just kind of happened. Well, I was out with my friends. We were walking home from practice and we got to the bridge across from the park. Michael jumped on the stone wall on one side of the bridge," he stopped.
"Go on," Doctor Wurzbach said.
"He fell... or so I thought he did. But..." he paused again.
"But he did not?" Doctor Wurzbach filled in.
"No. I grabbed his hand and well... he... um... didn't fall."
"So you saved him," Doctor Wurzbach suggested.
"Well, I didn't think I saved him. I just thought it was I don't know "
Different types of kisses (FranceXReader)Pressing against your lips with subtle force, Francis’ tired smile twitched his lips up when he hear you begin to stir with a moan. As though a dashing of crimson paint had been splashed across your cheeks, you blushed when you saw your Frenchman hovering over your form. A whispered ‘Bonjour’ in your ear was all it took for you wind your hands in his hair and reclaim his lips.Different types of kisses (FranceXReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Morning.” You cooed back and he chuckled, ruffling the blond locks that cascaded onto his shoulders. His muscles flexed as he rolled his shoulders and stretched, yawning loudly.
You touched your lips, a thought forming itself in the crevasses of your mind. Actually know that you were actively thinking about it, the more it confirmed your belief. “Francis?”
The bed shifted due to his weight and creases surrounded where he sat on the plush cover you were still cocooned in. “Oui?” A soft caress down your cheek was accompanied by a loving glance. “I’v
To Be Different1. The First ScientistsTo Be Different2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A single flame burned in the night.
After a hundred thousand years of avoiding it in fear, one man approached.
Others ran from him in shock
Claimed it was death to touch the flame
But they were silenced as he held the torch aloft
Into the darkness he brought the light, and into the cold he brought the warmth.
A single grain grew in the soil.
After a hundred thousand years of destroying it in ignorance, one man approached.
Others stood around in surprise
They claimed it was a waste.
But they were silenced when more began to rise.
Into the wild he brought order, and into a world of hunger, he brought food.
But if the myths tell us true
Then Prometheus was bound in pain
For challenging the dark with light
And challenging the gods with the flame
Cain was banished from his lands
His gifts ignored and disgraced
For challenging the hunter with his grain
And natural chaos with order
The Light of God was cast from heaven
And will always be condemned
For the good it broug
Does that make me Different?I wear make up. Does that make me fake?Does that make me Different?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cry. Does that make me emo?
I have male friends. Does that make me slutty?
I smile a lot. Does that make me weird?
I laugh loud. Does that make me preppy?
I have anxiety. Does that make me a freak?
I have Bipolar Disorder. Does that make me abnormal?
I respect people. I change for me, and only me. I have a past, but I know I have a future.
Does that make me different?
But at least it makes me
Loki x Reader x Steve Totally DifferentLoki x Reader x Steve Totally Different1 year ago in Romance More Like This
“What?” The pair of men said in unison, staring at their close friend in bewilderment. She shuffled her feet, looking out the suddenly very interesting sky outside the Tower window.
“What do you mean, ‘what’?” She asked, glancing over at them.
“How is it you can like both of us at the same time?” Steve questioned, still surprised by the confession. She shrugged, averting their stares again.
“I don’t know, I just...I just do.” (Name) said quietly, watching them closely for a reaction. Loki just shook his head, still confused.
“But we are both such different...people.” He managed, gesturing to them both. “He is a Midgardian human beast, whereas I am a benevolent, graceful and cunning prince.” He explained, holding out an arm rather triumphantly. Steve just rolled his eyes.
“Surely you would want to choose me over that.” He commented. (Name) looked over at him curiously,
A Different PerspectiveI ask you how a knife feels as it digs into a man's heart.A Different Perspective3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Does it shy away from the pain it inflicts,
is it sickened by the sight of the blood?
Or does it long to sink deep into his chest,
down to the bone handled grip?
(You reply that it doesn't feel either way,
whether a knife wants it or not a man dies today.)
I ask you if your shoe is tired, for its growing old.
Does the pain of being crushed by your feet
take rest and resonate deep in its sole?
Or does it love the honor of being used by you,
and willing to keep making your footprints.
(You say it's meant to be stepped on, it's a shoe
it doesn't have feelings like me or you)
I ask you how your pillow feels this morning.
Is it tired because you kept it up with your nightmares,
your endless tossing and turning.
Or does it feel loved as you grip it tight
and hug it deep into the middle of the night.
(You tell me your pillow is doing okay
but it's only a pillow so it doesn't matter anyway.)
I ask you if a judge's hammer regrets what i
Not Too Different [CronusxHuman!Reader]Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.Not Too Different [CronusxHuman!Reader]2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A hum rumbled into your throat and a smile crossed your lips. You'd have to remember to thank your moirail for suggesting this spot to use as your private get-away.
Leaning over, you traced your pencil drawing in pen, careful not to miss anything or mis-trace something as you went.
The tall grass around you swayed in the wind as the sunset casts shadows about you. In the background, the waves lapped gently at the shoreline not two yards in front of you.
You sighed blissfully, eyes trained on your drawing. You loved this dreambuble for so many reasons. One was almost no one (besides your moirail, who found this place first) that you knew of knew it was here. The other was that it was made after one of your memories. And the last was that this is where you could getaway from the all the drama the other ghosts caused.
Suddenly, something caught the corner of your eye. Then a sigh sounded and you felt someone's faint breath ruffled the hair on the top of y
differentdifferent5 months ago in Romance More Like This
"Making my way downtown, walkin' fast, faces pass and i'm home-"
"bound," Dave slipped beside (Y/N) in one swift motion, before flawlessly walking together with her with their footsteps rhythm matching perfectly.
"Jegus, how did you find me?" (Y/N) grinned, pulling one of her earbuds out of her ear.
"Simple. I walk, I see you, I join you," Dave continued to look front, watching faces pass by them.
A girl holding onto a teddy bear, tugging on her mother's arm to get her attention.
A business man talking loudly on the phone.
A group of teenagers trying too hard to look hipster.
"You want to listen?" (Y/N) asked as she lifted up a earbud in offer.
"Aw man, c'mon, Strider! You know you want to," (Y/N) teased, making Dave begrudgingly accept it. The air smelled like spring today, the gentle breeze's usual scent mixed with fragrant flowers and blades of fresh grass.
"I brought sandwiches, you want some?" (Y/N) offered to Dave, taking out a ziplock bag filled wi
NarutoXReader - Two different hearts -NarutoXReader - Two different hearts -NarutoXReader - Two different hearts -3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
''Is he coming ?'' ''I love you !!'' ''Eeeek!'' ''Roukdaime-samaaaa!'' you could hear the fangirls squee. You were at the Hokage's building ,
waiting for teh Hokage's to come out .
''Hmph ! Now he has many friends , villagers respect him ,... and look at all these fangirls...'' you think. ''That baka ...'' you say .
Nobody recognized you . Why ? Because you were an Anbu .
''They're coming !!'' a fangirl squees .
Silence settles down . 3 blond persons come out the Hokage's building . The first one was the Godaime , Tsunade . The second one was
the Yondaime , Minato . And the third one was Konoha's newest Hokage , the Rokudaime , which was Naruto .
''Naruto -samaaaa!!'' all the fangirls squeed .
He ignored all of them and looked to the crowd .
''She's not here ...'' he said with a sad voice .
You and 2 other Anbu's go next to the Hokage's . The fangirls sarted their 'attack' . They were all trying to get to Naruto .You keep
them away .
England X Reader: Much Different in PersonEngland X Reader: Much Different in Person2 years ago in Romance More Like This
England X Reader: Much Different in Person
You looked to Arthur with a look of surprise when he presented you a meal of a classic chicken cutlet, French fries and a huge bottle of sprite. You eyed the food that was so perfectly placed on the table and then back at him. It looked good. From the smell to even the way it was presented, not a spot of burnt meat was placed.
“What is it?” He looked to you with concern.
You shook your head and began to eat. “Nothing. It just looks really good.”
He laughed as he sat himself down. “Ha-ha, good thing I don’t cook as bad as my character.”
On YouTube, TV, Deviantart, and even fanfiction.net, news of the Hetalia nations were widespread. From their daring personalities to their simple means of racial foolery, you and everyone who watched was hooked. Your biggest crush was Arthur Kirkland, known as Britain or even England. From the way he acted on TV you were ce
I'm... different.With strangers I'm:I'm... different.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Quiet and intimidating
With best friends I'm:
Hyper, crazy, and annoying
With people I just know I'm:
Calm, smart-sounding, and artistic
With people I like I'm:
Yes, I am a teenage girl Yes, I am a teenage girlYes, I am a teenage girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No, I don't squeal over One Direction
No, I don't wear mini skirts
No, I don't curl my hair everyday
No, I don't need my phone 24/7
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I prefer Edward Scissorhands over Edward Cullen
Yes, I like violent video games
Yes, I like action movies
Yes, I listen to Rock
Yes, I am a teenage girl
No, I don't draw hearts all over my homework
No, I don't spend 20 minutes trying to make myself resemble a porcelain doll
No, I'm not afraid to cry
No, I don't party every weekend
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I hate reality shows
Yes, my hair is short and messy
Yes, I'd rather walk in the woods
Yes, I am okay with mice
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I'm different
Yes, I'm strange
Yes, I'm my own person
Why is that bad?
Why do you hate me for that?
Why can't I just be myself without your criticism?
Why is it horrible if I'm not just like you?
I don't have a problem with it
Maybe the problem
Different Worlds. - Prince!Norway x Reader 1."Father, breakfast is ready." Your voice rang across the house, to your father in the workshop right next door. Your house was never too small, nor too big. It was...Different Worlds. - Prince!Norway x Reader 1.2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Though to several, perhaps it was not enough.
Today was the day your father would bring you to the Kingdom to meet the royal family, and to give the readied shoes to the royalties. He said that you'd have to ride in the house carriage for three hours before getting to the town nearby the castle - but to you, getting out of the village, or the house - was already a treat.
With no mother, a house full of sisters and brothers - and one lonely father, you were bound to take care of all. The Norwegian nation that you lived in was a beautiful land; it was once conquered and inhabited by the Vikings, and now ruled by the King, Queen and his two sons, who were beautiful young princes. Seeing them would be...
Yes. That would be the word.
The castle doors rose upon the car
We see different starsWe see different starsWe see different stars9 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
While yours shine throughout
the darkness of your night,
light the way into your sky,
and hold your wishes til
they finally come true,
mine reflect in the murky filth
from which they can be seen
acting as disgusting mirrors
into a world which cannot be mine
NatsuxReader: A Different Kind of MagicNatsuxReader: A Different Kind of Magic2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Living in a world of magic is easy for people with magic. However the people without magic tend to not fare as well. You were no stranger to this hardship. Instead of spending hours practicing magic you practiced music. Mainly the piano.
It was a serene feeling as your fingers glided over the slick white keys.
Today was to be your biggest recital. Over a thousand people in the audience all to listen to a piece of music you composed yourself.
You wore a black dress http://cache1.bigcartel.com/product_images/25193369/vintage-black-dress-52.jpg and black flats.
However right in the middle of your concert there was an explosion.
Fire was everywhere, people were running, and others were fighting.
Hey! Get down, a boy with pink hair shouted pushing you to the ground. You let out a grunt as you hit the floor.
You rubbed your shoulder where he shoved you.
S-sorry, he suddenly looked very red. Holding out his hand he helped you up.
I-Its ok, you said quietly
A Different Tune Chapter 1The first day of school. A troubling time for many a colt or filly, finding out who had moved away, who was still around, who was to be in their class and who would part ways. There was the matter of supplies: paper, pencils, pens, folders, notebooks, rulers, protractors... the list seemed designed so that for the first few weeks there'd always be some poor soul who'd have to tell the teacher what they'd forgotten while the rest of class withdrew their required item from stuffed saddlebags. Students showed off new shoes, saddlebags and lunchbags, gossiped about which teacher gave the most homework and which one showed movies, and complained at the ever growing size of their textbooks.A Different Tune Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
One filly was doing none of these things, because she was busy sitting in the headmaster's office. Her mother, an ice-blue earth pony with lilac eyes, sat beside her, looking over papers she had just signed before handing them across to a bulky gray unicorn with a beard like a billy goat's. The filly had
Different (Sherlock/Reader) for Kiss-The-Kess This time it will be different. You had planned this out for a good few hours before confronting Sherlock. Sherlock, the emotionless, jackass detective who never felt the need to show his girlfriend of two fucking years at least some emotion. This ‘fight’ had been going on for at least one year. Of course, it always ended up with Sherlock giving in for one night and then being stone cold for the next month at the least. Then it began again and you were sick of it, because no matter how much you tried, one night every few months of him saying, ‘I adore you,’ wasn’t going to work. The bastard never even said the words ‘I love you,’ during sex. Not wanting to feel like the bad guy, you wanted to let him go so he would have more time doing what he loves. Solving cases. That wasn’t so easy, though.Different (Sherlock/Reader) for Kiss-The-Kess1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Sherlock had just finished a case, which involved a murdered banker at a hotel, some scribbled initials on the hotel pa