Water Tribe FolkloreTitle: FolkloreWater Tribe Folklore3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: Korra tells Ikki an old water tribe story.
Korra was tired.
She had just got back from a long week of grown up meetings in Ba Sing Se and physically, mentally, and emotionally, she was exhausted. It was late at night and the dormitories were silent as she padded up to her room. Slowly she slid the door open to see that her bed was occupied and she smiled softly as she pulled the door shut behind her.
The moon lit up the room and made the sleeping figure's face glow, his face free of worry and childlike. She quickly stripped down to an undershirt and shorts before she crawled into bed with him, almost immediately he lifted his arm and wrapped it tightly around her. "I've missed you." He said, his voice heavy with sleep.
She tucked herself deeper into him and entwined their fingers together. "I didn't mean to wake you." She whispered.
Mako pressed a small kiss to her
the wateri almost drowned a few years back that december.the water2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you were making waves before i even hit the water
on a hill in hartford and elsewhere out east.
it's crazy to think we never would meet if it weren't for me
losing my cool and now i can't kick it, but fuck it.
it's as if it we're meant to be and you were meant for me;
both broken, we push it, and smile, and bullshit.
sometimes i skip rocks and she sings songs.
the tide turned sometime when you hit a different dialect,
a different tongue, my stomach turned, lines blurred,
i wanted to run or at least push myself into the pool.
sink or swim, crash and burn,
it's all the same, i live and learn,
but what's there to gain when the mistake isn't mine
and i'm still doing time staring at the water,
staring at the water,
staring at the water, i remember
i almost drowned a few years back.
Train Under WaterBrother,Train Under Water6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm writing to tell you I'm dropping out of college; I haven't told anyone. I'm twitching, Michael. The hunger came back a few weeks ago, and I'm not sure it ever left. Regardless, it's crying now, and I need to go. I need to keep moving on. I'm leaving for Chicago tomorrow. My train takes off in the afternoon, and when I get there, I'll leave again. I want to go somewhere new, Michael.
I want to go somewhere I have never seen before.
Now, I know you have to be worried, but don't, Brother. Don't you be afraid. I'll write to you wherever I go. I won't leave a return address, please don't try to follow me. You can't, Michael, you're too smart. Your place is here among these people; and mine is out there. You're meant for your books; I'm meant for my trees. I want to roar from the woods with a pen mightier than He
WaterI lap at your feet, welcoming you into my depths.Water6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Seducing your toes to step closer, wade further
Its a cool day, and I offer warmth and comfort
Begging you to swim, even though you know
That danger lurks with me
I entice your senses,
A single dance with the darkness
A sway into danger,
Cant be that bad,
water-colour emotionsyou can't buy happiness, but you can buy tea, and thats kind of the same thing. i've been told that i have a knot inside my chest,water-colour emotions3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
like those of the inside of a tree truck, eternally circling and looping. thats kind of how it feels, heavy and unstoppable.
if i have a tree inside me, then maybe that could explain the shaking, its just the westerly winter winds blowing and
making my far too fragile limbs bend but never break. i soak the tea leaves into the roots that are deep within my
fleshy heart and hope the capillaries will carry to wherever the aches are most ingrained and unnatural.
mother told me three winters ago that she could read the leaves and tell me how my skin was going to grow
and how my head was going to think six summers from now. she told me that my precious head was ever tired
over nothing and my chests storm will ease after one final hurricane, that despite its best efforts will
not destroy me, simply leave my skin a little tougher and my m
One Like WaterWe speak.One Like Water2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We all live.
We all die.
So tell me again.
make us so different
from each other?
My lover has water running through her veinsShe flows around stone and quenches firesMy lover has water running through her veins1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
her voice showers like rain on a spring night
and feels so gentle that people misunderstand
They mistake water for weakness
and she indiscriminately swallows garbage
letting words stagnate and pollute her
She tells me ”Baby, I don’t have that passion you do
your fire is so wonderful and brilliant”
and I want to cry because even water can sear and turn to steam
My oceanbaby, you don’t need the tiny flame in me
the sea is home to the largest creatures in the world
and rivers reduce mountains to sandstone
I want you to roar like crashing waves
and let the world know you have the power
to drown mankind
Shadow WaterWater flows in one direction. It never stills. It doesn't matter if it seems quiet. Deep beneath the surface, there is one ripple still flowing in that one direction.Shadow Water8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
That direction is down.
Shadows flee in one direction. Unlike water, however, they sometimes still, and they are always quiet. This is what makes the heartless so feared. They flee from the light, like shadows, but instinct drives them to destroy that thing that they fear most.
Now, what if water and darkness were mixed? What would happen to the water? Could it attack like the heartless? Or would it continue to flow determinedly downward?
I still have no idea what brought this cascade of thoughts down upon me that day. Maybe it was the way the light struck the ocean, sending shafts of green-gold light piercing down through the surface and into the dark depths below. Maybe it was the way that as time wen
Water SignsThen water, you and I,Water Signs2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Scorpio and Cancer, respectively,
yours the calm fathomed passion of lake
mine a spring fed, fast-tumbling brook
You taught me to swim in your deep
with caressing breast and leg stroke
I flashed my silver moon flair, leapt,
like a fish, into dizzying ozone air
matched my fall-free
drowning-dive to your quiver.
Oh the silky innuendo,
shimmered laughter and sparkling jive -
though you wanted more of wet and more wet,
I, the tiptoe through shallow
fearful I could get lured, hooked
by such a catch-and-release kind of man.
soft as waterthis is the funeralsoft as water2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where grey ash spreads
& in the air, a traffic of kites stream across the horizon,
the ash of sails, ghostly non existent,
sails set wide, slicing across the Hudson river
the water heals itself
rescinding wounds, sowing back together the places
where edges meet, and we become soft as water
doves sow the horizon thus, weaving through the kites on fire
& the lovers on fire
and the burns and burns and ink stains
on quiet carpets
everything became a silent memory buried under graves
in the cemetery sails bloom in deathly renaissance.
overpopulation expands exponentially
underground, in empty spaces
(between the sand, rivers, dust storms)
waves recede and seagulls echo
and the shivering saline sea is rough
(baring our naked spines against the asphalt
of the shore, the seagulls soaring echo
more truth than we'll ever know)
they know about:
recessions, receding shorelines and horizons,
and men retreating within,
Chinese Water TortureChinese Water Torture11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Chinese water torture
I could never figure you out.
Will I ever be able to?
You are…unintelligible to me.
But thoroughly, THOROUGHLY
An unwritten script…
The conclusion….if my discovery process continues on its
course, will not be in
my lifetime. You are
And while you exist, your discovery shall
I shall go
insane, I say…surely I shall
lose my mind if this goes on.
Nothing. No patterns. No signs…
No way for me to tell what will happen with
One day, love…
figure you out.
Will I still be inte
Fire and WaterIt was raining in Lancaster on September 3rd 1555, and Jane Ask loved the earthy smell that it coaxed out of the soil.Fire and Water3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She wiped away the sheen of rainwater from her forehead with the back of her hand and set her small basket of nettles down by the front door. Later she would dry out the leaves and reduce them to a powder; the substance worked wonders on small wounds which refused to stop bleeding.
Jane had always been something of an herbalist. Growing up with only a father, and two older brothers from his first marriage, she had spent the majority of her childhood outdoors. Now practically a spinster at the age of twenty-two, she knew the Lancashire countryside as though it were the dearest friend, and for years now its other residents had come to her for aid. She knew which plants could heal or, if nothing were to be done, could simply ward off the pain.
She sniffed, wiping a drop of cold rainwater off the end of her nose, and looked across her herb garden at Sally. Sally was her co
Prussia x Suicidal!Reader: A Match Into The WaterPrussia x Suicidal!Reader: A Match Into The Water2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Warning! Cursing, self harm, suicide, I do not encourage any of this
I kissed the scars on her skin
I still think you're beautiful
And I don't ever want to lose my best friend.
You woke up and got ready for school. You dreaded going to school, the place made you feel terrible enough as it is, even without the judgmental assholes.
You tied your [h/l] [h/c] hair into a messy bun and threw on some random shirt and a pair jeans then headed out the door. You didn't eat in fear of seeing your brother who is, sadly, your guardian. You ran to school in the hope of not meeting any of your bullies before school. Seems like luck just loves you though, note the sarcasm.
"Hey little bitch! Pay up!" Erin, the one who most would call the prettiest most popular bitch in the school, had shoved you into a wall before saying this.
"Really? Pay up? What is this, some fucking TV drama? Is that the best you could come up with whore?" You had responded, which probably wasn't the bes
Shallow WaterIt was just a little kiddie pool in the backyard, unlovely pink-and-yellow plastic under the hot summer sun. But on those nights when Mom came home from the swing shift tired and met Daddy sitting in the kitchen angry, it was Amy’s only sanctuary.Shallow Water2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She wasn’t a sound sleeper. Her parents still talked about how it had taken her infant self six months to sleep more than two or three hours at a time. During the school year, when her life was full of classes and friends and sports, it was easier to drop off, but summer nights were always more difficult. They were hotter, for one thing, and the long, indolent, inactive days often left her feeling too tired to sleep.
But mostly, it was because her parents had their arguments at night, right when Mom got back from the station. Daddy would send Amy to bed -- or at least her room, to pretend to sleep -- hours before. Then he would wait, sitting at the kitchen table and facing the door like a judge, hands folded in front of him
The Water [Haru x Reader]The Water [Haru x Reader]8 months ago in Romance More Like This
The water shimmered beneath the radiant sunlight, sparkling glitter atop the clear blue surface. Sitting on the benches near the pool, she stared at the gentle swooshing of the water. It was calming, almost hypnotising to watch the tiny ripples run through the surface of the pool.
Gou's voice broke her reverie, and [Name] jumped in shock, looking at her maroon haired friend with a slight raise of her eyebrows. Settling herself down beside [Name], Gou said, "Thanks for accompanying me throughout all these swimming practices. It really saves me a lot of boredom."
"It's not a problem at all," [Name] smiled, "besides, I really enjoy watching the boys practice too!"
The smirk grew on Gou's face as she nudged her. "I knew you liked seeing their muscles too~"
"N-no! It's not just that!" [Name] stuttered, her face coated in a faint blush as the iwatobi boys started walking out of the changing room, in all their muscled glory.
Of course, one particular swimmer made it into the po
Nanase Haruka x Reader (Water Beau)Nanase Haruka x Reader (Water Beau)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hearing your alarm go off you stretch your arm out trying to slap the annoying machine.
Death… to the inventor who created this diabolical device.
You grumbled finally managing to hit the snooze button. Rolling back over you grunt hiding your head beneath the pillow to block out the morning sun. Smiling peacefully you start to drift off into another slumber grunting when you hear your phone vibrate.
Blindly reaching out, you grab your phone bringing it underneath the pillow for you to read, sighing when you see who the sender is.
Onii-san: Ohayō ________-chan! Today’s your first day of sophomore year. The uniform is laid out on your desk, I packed a lunch for you it’s on the kitchen table and don’t be late!
Making a face you set the device back down onto the dresser growling when it vibrates again, you scowl at the next message.
Onii-san: Oh and…NO SWIMMING!
Rolling your (e/c) eyes at your phone, you drop it into your
My lone RoseYou stand alone.My lone Rose5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Like the reddest of roses on an open and barren plain,
The striking crimson on a bleak and grey backdrop
Catches every eye that glances across the hollow atmosphere.
Cast out from the bed of dozens,
Your thorns cut too deep,
Standing as one,
It was the loneliness you chose to keep.
And you now strike a chord,
In every living being,
Your beauty is dangerous,
But well worth seeing.
So cut as deep as you can,
I need something to remember you by,
A small scar across my heart will be just fine.
WaterLuminous springs of purityWater7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a song sung by God
calm blossoms of sweetness
the sensation will sweep us.
Our soul will revive,
dance spirit across the rain
drench us in our power,
beneath the sun shower.
Hands cupped to take a sip
as we're swam away by life
we jump into the river
left with but a shiver.
'The water touches her lips,
eyes widened as she sips,
never felt so pure,
the water was her cure.'
Blueberry flavored WaterAmy walked into the seven eleven sweat from her chocolate brown hair dripping on the tiled floor. She had been biking all day, getting ready for the annual triathlon coming up soon. The shop clerk couldn't help but stare. She was beautiful, with her sky blue eyes, decent sized breasts, and her long hair brown hair that fell down her back. She was only wearing gray sweatpants and a matching shirt, but that didn't deteriorate the clerks staring. Amy walked casually to the drink isle not wanting to put on gain all the calories she had burned with one slurpee. She walked up and down the ailse looking for something exotic when something got her eye. Blueberry flavored water the tag said. Amy picked it up. I wonder if this tastes any good? she wondered. She flipped it around to the back to see if it had any sugars or anything, but she couldn't find anything not even a list of ingredients. She mentally shrugged to herself. They wouldn't put it in a store if it wasn't safe, right? She bought iBlueberry flavored Water3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Water of LifeWater of Life9 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It had been eighteen years since they'd seen their home world. Eighteen years since the earth had lain before them vibrant and blue. They had come home, and brought with them the water of life, salvation for a world in need. They'd left a desperate band of men with a mission, journeyed the stars as beggars, then thieves, and ultimately destroyers to return home to be heroes.
'Orbital control, this is the Lazarus on return approach, we're inbound heavy looking for our vector, over'
Nothing but silence greeted their request.
Earth was being consumed by a terrible plague when they had left, a plague that destroyed the infected from the inside. The doctors needed fresh blood, in great quantities in order to transfuse, and to synthesize the antibodies that had been cleaned from their blood through the generations. They had dug up a horrific judgement of a great many years ago, and no one was immune anymore. A disease their ancestors would have thought nothing of now st
2P!ItalyXWife!Reader: Hot WaterAuthor's note: I don't think this needs a mature content filter but tell me if it does~2P!ItalyXWife!Reader: Hot Water7 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Bella, this needs to stop," Looking up from a random book you were getting really into, your eyes meet with magenta ones. They were the color of your husband, Luciano Vargas', eyes.
"What needs to stop? I haven't done anything..." You trailed off when you took a closer inspection of your husband. First of all, he had a red towel wrapped around his waist which signaled that was his only cover-up. Water droplets were scattered all over his tan body, mostly in the chest area. His dark, auburn hair with that gravity defying curl hung loosely on the side of his head. Water was dripping from his hair, the curl, and from his face that mostly came from the hair in the first place.
The Italian had his arms crossed, leaning on one leg and looking down at you, the other foot was tapping on the dark wooden floor. "Don't you tell me 'what needs to stop' you k
The Bride of the Water GodThe Bride of the Water God6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Beneath the still, silver waters
The god in eternal silence sleeps
Waiting for the ripple of crystal tears
To shatter the mirror of dreams.
Beyond the reach of endless streams
Lies a treasured, fleeting love
And as the starlight fades to embers
The heavens stir, forever weeping.
Ice rims the verges of his heart
Withholds the blessed rain unfallen
And yet, yet she comes to stay,
This sacrifice for a dying land.
Beneath the moon's argent rays
The night-blooming cereus wakes,
Warms the cold celestial hand
To gently touch her shining face.
Above the lush earth and sea
The unbound heavens whisper softly
Of this cherished mortal, beloved
Of the god whose heart she keeps.
Water BlueSeeing as how my first Pokemon game was Red Version, I had gotten Fire Red, while my cousin, who had only recently started Pokemon in the Jhoto region, chose Leaf Green, as her favorite starter Pokemon were all grass-types.Water Blue5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As I heard the origin of Green Version, which hadn't been released here in the US, I wondered why both it and Red had been remade, but not Blue Version. I had played the three Pokemon games of that generation, Red, Yellow, and Blue Versions, that had been released in the US, and Blue Version had no dire consequences of playing it like Green had. So why was there never a Water Blue?
I'd read pastas of how people had come across ROMs of nonexistent Pokemon games, or how they had found hacked cartridges and bootleg knockoffs at flea markets or on the floor of Gamestop. Determined, I sought out a copy of Water Blue, knowing that someone, somewhere was bored, sick, and twisted enough to have created the missing link...and given it a reason to stay missing.
WaterI give life and...Water6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can take it away again.
A little of me is never enough,
but too much will kill you.
I am a sculptor,
carving new landscapes.
A mover of mountains,
even if only a few pebbles at a time.
I am a rare treasure,
a jewel in the desert,
though taken for granted
many other places.
I flow, I ripple,
I can freeze time.
I fall from the skies,
run from the mountains,
wash upon distant shores.
Complex and simple at turns.
A thing of reality and of myth.
The only thing I fear is man,
and what you do to me.
I am water...