Less Than Smooth - Chapter 1David had come down to the beach to relax on his day off from work in desperate need of some beach time. He worked in marketing at a large company and while he felt proud about his accomplishments, he was not so sure that he liked the sacrifices he had to make due to his job. Shaking his head for thinking of work while on his day off, he decided to lay out in the sand for a while and free his mind of the stress he had been under. David found a great spot near a rocky outcropping, not far from the limits of the tide. He took off his backpack and settled into the sand, the warm fine sand was just the perfect temperature for laying out that afternoon. David unpacked his backpack and laid out his blanket that he had brought from his downtown apartment that wasn't too far away. As he searched his backpack for his earbuds, his fingers graced against the large latex balloon. He had forgotten that the balloon was stashed away in his backpack and felt a wave of nervousness wash over him,Less Than Smooth - Chapter 117 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
AWBfA! comms presents: Mishonh from God! Ep. 5 by The Episode 5: Goodbye Lucina! The Pokemon get a voice.AWBfA! comms presents: Mishonh from God! Ep. 5 by 3 days ago in Humor More Like This
CHALLENGER APPROACHING! CHALLENGER APPROACHING!
Me: *with a paper fan in her paw* Happy very late new year! And we’re still running! I’m not dead! Sorry to keep you waiting!
Pit: *pops in, sulking a bit* Hey!
Me: And guess what… Not only do I have this sweet new fan, but it’s…*slaps air with fan* OUR FIFTH EPISODE, YAY! *minor party going on*
Pit and Sudz: *blows on one of those party roller things*
Rock: Yeah! *shoots confetti out of his Mega Buster*
Calem: *claps once* Woot!
Rush: Bark bark!
Ness: Also guess what? Did ya hear?! Lukes an' Mewtwo are comin' back ta Smash!
Sonic: Woot! Party at the mansion in June! And Mario and Peach are throwing it! It's gonna be awesome!
Chrom: I would really like to meet those two. I've heard some of the Assists talk about them.
Lucina: Yes, this Lucas also seems like a nice person.
Calem: Say, can I come over when it happens?
Sonic: Sure? Why no
Small BeginningsA quiet girl went to visit her new neighbors one day. The mother and father were frightened when their daughter brought the quiet girl a glass of water. The new girl was careful not to spill a drop. Outside on the swings, she told the quiet girl that she was made of salt, and would melt if water touched her skin. She was so brave. Her parents burst out of the house, shouting in panic. The new girl leaped into the air, no longer a girl; she was a dragon, made of salt. She flew away. The quiet girl smiled.Small Beginnings4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
TeachersThey love to say it doesn't stop at the classroomTeachers5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But only if you listen.
Keep walking as the tasting eyes loom,
Nibbling on a sightseeing mission.
Am I still a child if I'm never heard but seen?
I always had a habit of keeping it all in my head.
A supervisor comes and directs the kid from his dream.
Maybe I should've spoken and not get in trouble instead.
The First Day - Chapter 7 - Kissing DreamsThe First Day - Chapter 7 - Kissing Dreams5 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 7 - Kissing Dreams
Often I wonder if I am allow true happiness. I spent most of my life being afraid of everything around me, and now that I am older I learned to accept that maybe I deserved this. I deserved somebody telling me I was beautiful. Was I though? Did I really deserve to live? Or did fate want me to die? Was it god? Did he have some divine reason to kill me? I just want to know my purpose in life.
I have never grew up believing in god, if I did, I would have asked why I was treated differently. My mom raised us according to her beliefs, but was it really right to not teach us about religion? To not give me a hope that everything will turn out right? Why is it that when I know I am going to die, I begin to feel like I shouldn’t. Even though I had tried to commit suicide a while back?
These emotions conflict me. I feel this anger towards life and I don
The First Day - Chapter 6 - Hundreds of First DaysThe First Day - Chapter 6 - Hundreds of First Days5 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 6 - Hundreds of First Days
The grass reflected magical lights and contrasts that would be amazing to paint. I never really told you my interests, right? I was an artist, it was the only class that I was willing to try in and everything is just—normal and serene when I paint. It is like it is normal and what I am supposed to do for the rest of my life. Art is my calling, my home and comfort; my only dream.
Just like writing poems.
I glance at the rest of my surroundings. The sky was a periwinkle and the clouds were like blossom trees; the school was tall and was a big structure. No one was walking anywhere; the air spoke silence at it caresses my skin. I smile, everything is natural; everything is normal. I glaze off to the side when the sun blazed my face with burning rays. Landon sat next to me against the big tree just outside of the forest behind our scho
Hello, remember me?Gazes wander in crowds,Hello, remember me?1 week ago in Emotional More Like This
passing over the faces of milling strangers with careless ease,
until there's a split second of recognition.
Ice water in the bloodstream,
a breath catches inside the chest,
and all freezes as memory long-buried resurfaces.
Hello, remember me?
I remember you.
Your face is blank, with eyes that register no emotion.
I am beneath your notice, and your gaze moves past me.
Mine, however, is fixed.
Cruel words, laughing jeers, cold silence...
It all moves about in a jumble in my brain,
and I wonder...
Hello, remember me?
Can I forget you?
Oh yes, I remember you.
Every cruelty, and every cast stone.
The fake pity and the careless strikes in the back.
You were one of many.
Always one of many.
But it doesn't mean I ever forgot where you stood.
Hello, remember me?
I wish I could forget you.
For a brief, insane, moment, I want to call out.
I want to see your eyes light up in recognition,
and I want to ask you plainly if you remember anything.
If you re
Elementary Bullies, Junior Proms.Dressed to the top of formal,Elementary Bullies, Junior Proms.1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
Gracious to the ladies they all
Took pride in adjoining arms with.
I'm so happy for those girls,
To know that they must truly
Be beautiful in their dates' eyes,
For those damned boys they love
Revoked the ability for one attendee
To lover herself enough to quit comparing.
Avengers Chatroom - 15 (Avengers x Reader)Clint has logged on.Avengers Chatroom - 15 (Avengers x Reader)1 week ago in Humor More Like This
Clint has started a chatroom.
(y/n) has logged on.
Steve has logged on.
Tony has logged on.
Bruce has logged on.
Loki has logged on.
Thor has logged on.
Natasha has logged on.
Tony: Hey Katniss
Clint: Don't call me that
(y/n): Okay birdboy
Clint: > : (
(y/n): lol But what is it?
Clint: I found DeviantArt!
Bruce: Why does that name sound familiar?
(y/n): Oh dear lord
Tony: Is that like a porn website or something?
(y/n): No. It's a website for publishing art. It could be actual art, like drawings, photography, etc. but it can also be writing.
Steve: How do you know so much about it?
Clint: Yeah, (y/n)? How?
(y/n): I go on sometimes
Clint: Ooooooo what do you read
(y/n): none of your business
Clint: can you please tell me
(y/n): Dammit Clint, I said no!
Clint: ...I will find out one day
Bruce: Okay, Clint, so you discovered De
Sherlock Meets Facebook (x Reader) - 1John Watson has updated his status: Hey guys! Thinking about growing back the mustache. Thoughts?Sherlock Meets Facebook (x Reader) - 12 weeks ago in Humor More Like This
0 people have liked this status.
Greg Lestrade: Go for it!
Mary Watson: Of course, sweetie!
Sherlock Holmes: Oh dear god, not this again.
John Watson: What's wrong with the mustache?
Sherlock Holmes: I can't go outside and be seen with an old man!
(y/n) (y/l/n): Hahahaha
John Watson: Shut up (y/n)
(y/n) (y/l/n): No
Sherlock Holmes has updated his status: John. Baker Street. Come at once if convenient. If inconvenient, come anyway.
(y/n) (y/l/n), John Watson, and two others has liked this status.
John Watson: Sorry, Sherlock, but I’m a bit busy at the moment.
Sherlock Holmes: Could be dangerous.
John Watson: Ther
South Park Elementary: Love or Friend (Ch. 2)Clyde's eye twitching.South Park Elementary: Love or Friend (Ch. 2)2 weeks ago in Romance More Like This
"WHAT THE FUCK DUDE?! WHAT THE FUCK?! What if she's white?"
"I DON'T CARE CRY-BABY!"
Token got pissed off at Clyde.
After School. Clyde told Token sorry with Stan. Token accept his apology. Three of boys, goes to park. Then Token notice red hair girl one who sit on bench and wait for them.
Her head turn around look at Token and blushes lightly.
Clyde slap Token's cheek.
'Said Something' song is appear from nowhere.
"SAID SOMETHING I GIVING ON YOU!"
"What the fuck where does said something song comes from, Cry-Baby?"
Red hair girl look at Clyde and Token fighting, Stan don't know what he want to said.
"GUY! STOP FIGHTING! You guy know i right here, right?"
Clyde and Token stop fighting and look at her.
"Sorry, anyway! Im Clyde, you may know me by the way, and this, Token, he is bitches sometime."
"Hey." Token look at into her eye and lead her closer.
"Oh um, sorry."
"No no its fine, Name Kairu, Kairu Marsh!" she smile at Token.
Token cheek turn so red!
Mind Palace [Sherlock X Reader][Authors Note: Short but sweet ♥]Mind Palace [Sherlock X Reader]2 weeks ago in Romance More Like This
221B Baker Street, London was where you now lived, charming your way into the life of Sherlock Holmes with your interests and, well, simply being you. This moment in time being in the evening, you were in the kitchen, cooking dinner and preparing spaghetti, just one of his favourite dishes.
Meanwhile, Sherlock sat in his chair in the living room, his legs crossed and hands placed together under his chin as he simply watched you prepare and season the mince. He was busy, busy in his mind thinking and speaking.
“I- I love the way you always cook dinner for me every night and it’s always delicious.” he said, blinking and somewhat worried to begin with.
“I- I like the way you do your hair when you don’t go out,” he said, admiring your current hairstyle, “When you just
Detention in ElementaryHow many keys do you have to dark doors,Detention in Elementary2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Watching dying chicks flee to their mother hens?
Not every wound they got could be fixed.
Do their pleas drown out to the angry mix
Of chickens turned warriors?
Or does only one revolt?
The farm's quite the jungle,
Never knowing where the little touring creatures stumble.
[GerNia] ~Lights Out~Another day at the school and we were walking laps around the gym per usual in the mornings. Except for the three people that were running and the Italian attempting to run behind them.[GerNia] ~Lights Out~2 weeks ago in Humor More Like This
Kaitlyn ran alongside Ludwig and Kiku. They began exercising in the mornings because getting together outside or school was getting exceedingly difficult. Rain beat down on the roof, lightning flashing and thunder roaring.
"Dang," huffed Kaitlyn, "quite a storm going out there, eh?" "Ja," answered Ludwig, "hopefully it won't cause a tornado or something." Kiku followed them silently, smiling to himself. He made a heart with his hands and slowed so that the two were in it. He smiled to himself. 'I definitely ship that,' he thought.
The two stopped running when they didn't hear Kiku's steps behind them and turned. "What the heck are you doing, Kiki?" Kiku flustered and looked away at the nickname. Ludwig chuckled slightly and Kaitlyn giggled and smirked triumphantly.
They then turned and continued running
Star Trek Chatroom (x Reader) - 2(y/n) has logged on.Star Trek Chatroom (x Reader) - 22 weeks ago in Humor More Like This
(y/n) has started a chatroom.
Scotty has logged on.
Chekov has logged on.
(y/n): Hey Pavel!
Chekov: Hi, (y/n)!
(y/n): Guess what day it is tomorrow~
Chekov: Oh crap. It's April Fool's Day, isn't it?
Chekov: I wish that holiday was never invented.
(y/n): Why not?!
Chekov: Your pranks are way too extreme!
(y/n): Oh, please. My pranks are fine.
Chekov: Last year you put my toothpaste in my shampoo bottle and my shampoo in my toothpaste.
(y/n): That was funny though!
Chekov: Or the time when you stole all of Kirk's uniforms, and he had to walk down to the Bridge in just his underwear.
(y/n): I like to think I did a favor for all of the girls on the ship.
Chekov: ...and for revenge, he beamed you down to Delta Verga with no clothes on.
(y/n): ...don't remind me.
Chekov: I just don't want you to prank me this year.
(y/n): How bout this. If you help me prank someone, we can call a truce.
Chekov: I don't know...
Chekov: Okay, truce.
Chekov: So who
The First Day - Chapter 5 - LandonThe First Day - Chapter 5 - Landon2 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 5 - Landon
It was September and I was going onto my senior year at my local high school. You can say I was terrified, every year since grade eight something sinister has been going on. I don’t know what it was, but all I know is that in each coming year I have been becoming sicker and sicker. The illness was so bad that I was hospitalized on various occasions, I missed out on a lot. It really doesn’t matter if I die because my sickness can’t even let me make friends. I guess what I desire for, doesn’t even matter.
I haven’t been going to school in a year. As I was home-schooled after I was hospitalized. I never understood why my mom--- my family wouldn’t tell me why I was sick. Did I have a disease, am I going to finally die soon?
The day was mild and the wind was cool like an autumn’s day, I smiled up into the trees
Avengers Chatroom (Request: Natasha x Male!Reader)(A/N: Request for a Natasha x Male!Reader)Avengers Chatroom (Request: Natasha x Male!Reader)3 weeks ago in Humor More Like This
(A/N: This is also a separate chatroom. It isn't connected to any of the other stuff. Think of it as some sort of AU )
Tony has logged on.
Tony has started a chatroom.
Clint has logged on.
Tony: Is it just me or does (y/n) like Natasha?
Clint: OH MY GOD THANK YOU
Clint: I thought I was the only one who ships it
Tony: lol but you ship everything
Clint: Shut up Ironass
Clint: But seriously we need to do something
Tony: Like what?
Clint: I don't know, something like MAKING IT FREAKING CANON YOU IDIOT
Tony: dude you go on tumblr way too much
Clint: I AM THE SHIP MASTER
Clint: IT WILL BECOME CANON
Tony: Oh dear god what have i done
Steve has logged on.
Thor has logged on.
Loki has logged on.
Bruce has logged on.
Natasha has logged on.
(y/n) has logged on.
Tony: Hey Natasha~
Natasha: Oh god not this again
Tony: So... how have you been~
(y/n): TONY I SWEAR IF
Deserve To Die - Suicide PoemThere have been days in summer or in MayDeserve To Die - Suicide Poem3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where I had felt disoriented, lost and completely alone
Even though I should be cheerful and never be sorrowful
I still feel like the world is ending, and I am descending
You cannot change, the downfalls in life that destroy us
They always knew how to forcefully push and to murder in a rush
The splatted blood that they caused and the momentous betrayal that always stays
A part of me would always think that there was a link
Between fate and what’s supposed to happen, I believe that there can be a new life
In the final judgement, is breaching the resentment
I feel toward life, towards everything I know
I make a face towards the upcoming sun, as I prepare for the gun
The bullet that wavers in-between me and the endless day
Truly, I want so dearly
To understand people greatly
To know why they resent the ever thought of me
Do you care? And why do you stare?
The irritating glances that haunt me
The hope tha
WSP One: IntroductionEllie Williams bent downward and extended her arms. She quickly shifted all of her weight onto her hands as she kicked her legs up. Her body wobbled a little as she balanced her weight on her hands in a handstand. Taking a few deep breaths, Ellie forced herself to remain relaxed as she felt the blood rush to her head.WSP One: Introduction3 weeks ago in General Fiction More Like This
Once she adjusted, Ellie bent her arms at the elbows, lowering her body closer to the floor before straightening her elbows. Ellie didn't remember the name of this style of pushup, but it helped strengthen the muscles in her arms.
She did a few more pushups before she kicked herself back onto her feet. Stretching, Ellie felt her back and shoulders pop.
Ellie glanced around the room, ignore the three walls of mirrors and the numerous ballet bars. Ballet wasn't Ellie's dance. She could dance ballet, along with other styles, like hip hop and jazz. She preferred ballroom dancing, like tango, waltz, and foxtrot.
She avoided looking at herself in the mirror as she bent over to
WSP Round 1 - Introducing Sailor Munroe...Efigênia's ConfrontationWSP Round 1 - Introducing Sailor Munroe...3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
“What, exactly, do you think I am, profesor? Am I just some half-wit idiota to you, hm?”
Efigênia knew that practically yelling at her professor was not likely to produce a good response, let alone acting in such an accusatory manner. Her goal in this heated exchange with her composition teacher, however, was to make sure that someone, anyone, heard what she thought about everything that was going on. This was why she raised her voice, and why she left the door slightly ajar as she walked into Professor Svensson’s office.
She scanned the room, frowning at how sterile it looked. The walls were lined with gray file cabinets, and the desks and tables were all bare of the personal trinkets that her teachers back home in Boston had kept in their offices. Svensson motioned to an empty chair, but Efigênia shook her head and remained standing. She tightly gripped her violinist’s bow – she hadn’t
The First Day - Chapter 4 - Losing My MindThe First Day - Chapter 4 - Losing My Mind1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 4 - Losing My Mind
It was my plan to be someone, to be loved. I was never accepted, the tears of blood that fill my body. Why it was life that never gave me a chance for redemption? I never believed in god and I never did believe that such a being ever was able to exist. How can it be that every time I am in the pitch black I picture god the way everyone portrays him. The holy vibes and creepy clothes that is a little bit too suspicious.
The world above was as array of colours, terrific colours that are perfect, beautiful. Given a chance I would right all the wrongs I have ever sinned. The life that I once knew was never a bucket full of sunshine, as you can see.
I was laughing in a memory that swirled into my mind, the chuckle of endearment; of me actually loving my life. I was seven and playing soccer, all the children were playing with me and giving me
Children teaching usIt’s funny what we can learn from kids.Children teaching us1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
They are secluded and don’t know the world.
Yet they continue to surprise us by their knowledge.
They are able to find a way to make everything better.
To remain happy when they should not.
To laugh when they cry.
They know sadness,
They are able to feel it,
But they still move on.
Each day is a new day for them.
They may remember the past,
But they don’t dwell on it.
We have a lot to learn from children.
They show us how to live.
Do not focus on the bad,
And laugh all the way.
[WSP Round 1] Introducing Madeline Clarke"What do you mean no?!" Madeline Clarke almost screeched in righteous anger.[WSP Round 1] Introducing Madeline Clarke1 month ago in Profiles More Like This
"I mean that you are not going to get your father to buy me into passing you for my English class." Professor Taylor, her teacher for her last semester at Lehman College, bluntly stated with an intense stare. "If you had actually done any work and come into class, I could negotiate with you so that you could pass without too much to do... just not with money."
The young woman tossed her strawberry blond hair over her shoulder with a practiced huff, hiding the tremor working its way through her as well as the worry burning in her mind. This was a pretty bad situation right now, especially after just convincing her dad to let her have an after-party on the night of graduation. She just knew he would complain about the money she wasted and the valuable time thrown out the window, which would just mortify her even more than this talk.
That was why she hated to talk to the middle class.
"So what can I
The First Day - Chapter 3 - Grade EightThe First Day - Chapter 3 - Grade Eight1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 3 - Grade Eight
After I got back from the hospital my mom kept me on close watch, she even took the lock off of my door and made my brother take me everywhere. She was overprotective and never let me refuse to eat. She no longer trusted me, and I was forced to attend a group for those who commit suicide. I hated going there. Even among them I felt like I didn’t fit in and had nothing to live for.
Yet, I did have something to live for.
My family needed me. I had to live for them, I had to try to fit in and be the child they always wanted me to be. I wanted to be like my mom. I wanted to be skinny, I wanted the perfect features, and the perfect face. I wanted everything everyone else had, but I couldn’t have it. I didn’t deserve it. I know I didn’t.
So, for the rest of the year I wanted to prove that I could have friends aga