echoHe sees her in his dreams―always the same scene, always the same attire, always the same face, always the same everything.echo5 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes
He watches her twirl and spin and whatnot. He replays the flowing hem of her sundress fluttering like butterflies or leaves in the wind.
And her delighted laugh—even when he wakes up, it echoes from his ears to the room and wherever he goes.
coldI hear Margaret trembling beside me. I turn to her and see her hands shaking and cold air coming out of her plump lips. Her figure is huddled as if she’s protecting her body from something.cold5 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes
I bet she can read my mind, because she utters “Cold.” softly. I gasp when her cold touches make contact with my palm.
I wrap my hands around her smaller ones and she breathes out with content. That I find out that she’s not so cold anymore.
soliloquyShe laughs loudly that echoes around the room, silently thanking that no one could hear her.soliloquy5 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes
Because all this time she was only talking to the mirror; herself.
bellsBreathing in and out, she clutches the bouquet tightly with her slim fingers and begins to walk—slowly but surely so not to step on her dress.bells5 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes
She hears the wedding bells from afar and spins her attention back in front.
There he was.
The man she’s been waiting for, smiling with anticipation as she finally faces him.
‘You may now kiss the bride.’
In the midst of their kiss, is the cheers of the people and joyful ringing of the bells.
.this will be the first time I will say it:.5 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes
"I love you."
...but I doubt it’ll be the last.
rantsI remember you sitting beside me, looking bored, and just randomly rant about politics, feminism, which team won the game, showbiz updates, newly released book series and such. You don’t realize that you fall on my lap now until you feel my hand skimming your bangs. I see the relaxation in your face, but you stop talking and look up to me. I urge you to go on, and there you begin again.rants5 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes
I love your rants; they’re a part of our joint everyday life. From dawn and back will you talk, and guess what? I never get tired of them. Even if your rants are sometimes nonsense, for instance, soft pillows, I listen to every word you say and play them in my mind again and again.
The next day you wake up after me. You find me sipping my coffee silently while reading the newspaper. You sit across me and say, “Coffee. I love the bitter taste of it, you know? It has some sweetness too. I love how it was being processed…” Your words drone and on and I can’t help but lis
coffee shopsI see this certain girl every time I will pass by the coffee shop—the one just a few blocks away my apartment. She always sits next to the window sill and watches the world outside the area. I could’ve sworn we make eye contact and whatnot.coffee shops5 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes
Whether or not I enter the shop, I see her with a simple attire of sweater and jeans, her raven locks like a fountain pouring across her face as she reads a novel. She has black spectacles as well—glinting when it meets the light or the sun. Though what a pity I can’t see her eyes.
Her hands travel from the edge of the pages, all the way to her coffee mug. She closes her eyes when she takes a sip and lets out a satisfied ‘aah’ afterwards. I make a conclusion that she loves coffee and books.
The next day, I pass by the coffee shop and there she is again. I stop and stare at her face, watching her read in peace…
…and I make a conclusion that she has become a daily person inside the coffee shop as she wat
Delete.This is just a rant. I hate talking about personal things to anyone. This is just me ranting to myself. This isn't meant for anyone to read. I don't want sympathy. I don't want anyone feeling sorry or any of those things. I hate talking about these things, they don't matter. I hate putting shit like this into words for other people to have to deal with. You can still read on if you'd like to be amused.Delete.12 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes
I just feel like... why even try anymore? Why lie and tell myself it's going to be ok when I know it's not going to be? I used to think I had a family. An actual family. Now I look back and see nothing but lies, secrets, things that were hidden underneath fake smiles. My parents never loved me. They never cared. They only wanted me so they could get money off of me from the state. Before I started kindergarten I was hospitalized. I had kidney failure. I had to get a catheter. They taped my arm so tight I felt like I had extreme blood loss in it. I felt like it could've been amputated and
Land of The Weak | Chapter 1Kenshi watched as Her brother, Kuri, dug through garbage.Land of The Weak | Chapter 119 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes
`` Come on! We need to find some food! `` He ordered, and dove into a bag.
I sniffed at a box. empty.
`` I found something! `` Kuri yipped excitedly. We rarely ever found food in the garbage.
A growl rumbled from behind us. Kenshi and Kuri both whipped around, and sighed in relief that it was just their Brother, Iwa.
Iwa growled again. `` Grr... That's mine! I need it! Give it and go! `` His lips curled.
Kuri blinked, putting His Paw on His muzzle, which made Iwa's ear flatten and His teeth bare.
`` Iwa! Its me, Kuri, and Kenshi! ``
Iwa blinked, then uncurled His lips and His ears perked up. `` O-oh.. Sorry.. `` Iwa showed a small smile.
`` It's alright! `` Kuri beamed back.
`` Come on, guys.. lets eat.. `` Kenshi barked smally, sniffing at the piece of food. Bread.
`` OK! `` Kuri hopped over. `` Uh! It's moldy.. `` He used his teeth to scrape off the mold, then split it equally into three pieces.
They all wolfed down their piec
Wirr ist das Volk! IIEuer Freund, der Ghul, im Bürgergespräch mit einem, der (--> z.B. Kinderfest) "ghut bei der NPD dabei ist."Wirr ist das Volk! II23 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes
Wir fanden beide MAUERN ghut...
Bürger: "Wenn wir wieder eine Mauer hätten, dann könnten auch die ganzen Arbeitslosen an/in der Mauer arbeiten!"
Ghul: "Das wäre dann aber hoffentlich eine modernisierte Mauer, mit Computern und so!"
Bürger: "Ja klar! Und Flüchtlinge mit Mikrochips! Und wenn einer einmal Mist baut, sofort raus!"
Ghul: "Raus, und rein in die Zone?"
Bürger: "Nee, raus aus dem kompletten Territorium!"
Und seitdem frage ich (Ghul) mich: Wozu aber dann überhaupt noch eine Zone machen?
Pals for powerPals for power1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes
Yesterday, I was flying on Mt. Coronet's east side. It's just something I like to do. It's a pretty big mountain, so I always see something new. I might even check the other side one day. Why am I talking about this particular day if I explored the mountain it a lot of times before? It's because I learned an important lesson. When I was flying over it, I heard rocks being smashed. I flew down wanting to find the source. Of course, I was ready to get away in case of danger. It was a Riolu practicing his punches. They're pretty rare on Mt Coronet, so I asked:"Hey little guy, what are you doing here?"
"Don't call me little, you moron, I'm 15!"
"Sorry... I never did have good social skills."
"Well, go somewhere and practice. And let me practice my blows."
"What are you pracicing for?"
"Sinnoh isn't exactly a bed of roses.I wanna evolve, so I can be stronger, but it's taking a lot of time. I even got this expert belt, but it didn't speed up anything"
Why I was born curse. if Moral God existWhy I was born curse. if Moral God exist1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes
I was born with curse.
It's called mental disability. You think it's funny to be born stupid. Lacking knowledge is oh ok but lacking to much is a virus...curse..Spell. Black magic.
Superstitious nonsense. It's oh ok , if You were born and raise by ignorance, Racist, superstitious Christian.
I was. I don't believe in Moral God. I stop believing when i was 8 years old. People lie. My parents lie to about magical creatures. I have mental disability.
GoodbyeIt was painful, watching the crimson Sun hide behind the clouds and knowing I'll never see you again. Being seated on the meadow where we used to sit together, counting leaves around us and laughing at how unlucky the neighbor dog was, always barking at us, but not being able to get to us. And then the Sun hid, and it was dark outside - and inside, because you weren't with me, and the dog was quiet except for a few whimpers that matched mine.Goodbye2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
I knew his name, you know? Hugo. What kind of person names their dog that way, I have no idea. But Hugo knew I missed you. Still do. So now he sits with me, for he was able to chew his way out of that pathetic place where he lives. It's been, what, four years now? How the time flies, you've no idea. The place we loved is desolate, but trees still grow there and the roses we planted are yellow now, not red. I don't know why.
Hugo isn't walking around much anymore. He's a seventy-seven year old mutt, so what would you expect. But he still looks at m
None."How many people have you dated then?"None.3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
"None"- I have never had anyone.
"I know that's not true, I saw you with _________."
"True, but we were never truly together."- I a lowly puppet to the renowned puppeteer.
"...But I saw your intimacy?"
"And it was only that, intimacy, nothing, nothing less."- Only blissful feelings shared between lovers, regrets are regrets however you put them.
"You told me you loved him though."
"I did, but a stalker is not with a person because they love them right? It has to be reciprocal and _________ never loved me for my mind."- People are so cruel, why do we hurt each other so much?...
"Do you hate him, or resent him for the way he treated you? How could you still love him after it all, you don't right?..."
"I did, now it's a simple part of my past. Dust in the wind. As for my feeling of love towards him? I don't know, I don't want to be with him anymore but I don't hate his guts, he is just a person of my past I'm letting go."- It honestly hurts to let go
Pomona 2012(as written by me at the time)Pomona 20123 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
I know it's going to go badly when I come in from the practice bright red. Then it turns out we only have fifteen minutes to do our hair and makeup before we have to be on the bus. Ally gives me my poof. I pull my hair back in a quick ponytail. I yank on my costume. We're told not to put on our jazz shoes yet. More alarm bells go off in my head, but I do as I'm told. I (sort of) put on my street shoes and grab one of my two fuzzy jackets, my bag with all of my stuff in it, my hanger for my costume, my shoebox with my shoes, and two Coyote jackets to make sure that everyone knows we're from Monarch. One of them's for Talia.
I spend the next ten minutes rushing around, backtracking, and trying to bring as much out to the bus as I can. Finally, I settle into my seat on the bus next to Kiernan. We talk for a little while when the bus leaves, but I start to feel sick so I lean against the front of my seat and close my eyes. It works. I feel much better. I actu
The Magic of Music The Magic of MusicThe Magic of Music 3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
Music is a beautiful thing, though I might have a biased opinion. I am a music junkie. I listen to music 24/7 or at least have access to it. Quick ex. Morning = speakers playing music. Brushing teeth = speakers playing music. Eating = speakers or headphones. Car ride = headphones. During class = headphones around my neck, unless if working, then they are on. Tests = headphones, surprisingly teachers don't care xD. After school = headphones/speakers. Shower = speakers. HW = speakers. Night time = speakers.
You get the point. I am as fanatic about music as you can get. But why am I so fanatic about music?
Well music is relatable, it resonates, it creates scenes in your head, and induces emotions through simple tones and beat. For example, listening to Yiruma, one of the most famous piano players in the world, can induce a calm, relaxing feeling, while listening to bands like, Black Veil Bride, Green Day, or Sleeping with Sirens will induce responses like empathy
Haurka x Reader: Past,present and future~Haurka x Reader: Past,present and future~3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
You can be queen again
Your all alone all on your own~
Have you forgotten what you have and what is yours~
You lost your mind in the sound, there's so much more~
You don't get what all this is about~
Their method in my madness, there's no logic in your sadness~
You've got it all, Your in control~
Rid all the monsters in your head~
Put all your faults to bed~
You can be queen again~
Listen to 'You can be king' again while reading XD
(10 years old)
Even though I am new, never have I thought that someone would be that interested in me. I moved from my hometown to Iwatobi after my parents died; My aunt offered to take care of me, but shes always gone at work.
Living everyday as an orphan hurt. Knowing my parents aren't in this world anymore. My boring and never ending life. I always wore a ring on my middle finger, it was my mothers
The Essence Of Crystal Azimuth - Chapter ThreeThe Essence Of Crystal Azimuth - Chapter Three3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
Chapter Three: Encounters.
The Lombaxes returned to the elder’s hut to continue their discussion. “Alright James, I think I can trust you enough to reveal my real identity. My name is Crystal Azimuth, the general here is my father and that’s all you need to know.” Explained Crystal, James’s eyes widened in shock and slightly pointed to the elder. “Your his daughter?! I didn’t know our leader had children!” He replied, Crystal rolled her eyes in annoyance and shook her head slowly walking towards the elder.
“This Lombax is a moron...I don’t know if he’s trying to be amusing or incredibly stupid...” She said quietly, Alister raised a brow to James. “It’s almost like your trying to say that becoming a leader your forbidden to have a family and only focus on protecting your people.” He said, James chuckled and glanced over to Crystal. “So your saying, your just like your...” Rudely interru
Death Answer Me!? Who am I!?"We don't know what kind of people we truly are until the moment before our deaths." -ItachiDeath Answer Me!? Who am I!?4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
My name is Lykos. 16, lives in the US. Almost died from suicide, once by hanging, once by overdosing.
And I want to say.. That the quote from Itachi in Naruto, can not be more true. When you face death, and when you are able to think clearly, you begin to realize just how fragile life is. You stop seeing days as simply another day to get through, but rather you want to soak every hour, every minute, every second into you...
The world is beautiful beyond belief...
To hear the birds chirping.. To feel the warmth of the sun.. To hear the little giggles and laughter of the people around you... It really is a miracle...
This is the amount of seconds there are every day.
Everyday you waste time, you won't ever get it back. It just get's written off as a lost.
So don't waste your time.
Listen to music, write, read, run, DO S
Project Semi-colonProject ";" (semicolon) you may or may not know.Project Semi-colon4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
But, I want to share it with you all anyways; it is a beautiful project, one to encourage other's to keep going in this harsh, cruel society that has developed today;
project semicolon is meant to compare our lives to sentences when authors/writers write;
when writers write, we use ";" to continue a sentence when we could have ended it;
and the same exact thing with a life; some people could have ended their lives but they chose to keep living... ;
project semicolon is a beautiful project, an old one, but a beautiful one;
just a quick google search will give you more information;
Keep Strong... The Void Will Disappear"It's almost unbearable, isn't it… the pain of being all alone. I know that feeling, I've been there, in that dark and lonely place..." - Somewhere in Naruto xP.Keep Strong... The Void Will Disappear4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
Curled up into a ball on my bed, I slowly fell deeper and deeper into a void. With hollow, blank eyes I stared outside.
Depression is the worst thing you can ever go through.
Everyday was hell.. At school, at home, anywhere.. was a living nightmare.
With silent screams and pleads for help, I tried to get someone's attention, to take notice and to save me.
"I'm fine" - Help.. Please...
"Hi" - Look into my eyes and see the bags underneath them...
"A slight smile" - Please take notice... Please lend a hand...
If you are going through the same thing that I have gone through.. Please know everything will be fine... I know it does not feel that way. That everything should burn, that you are worthless, that you are a burden, all these feelings and turmoil of emotions. But, *places my hand on your s
SilasHe stares at the slopes, their bent backs smooth and cold, twinkling under a bright sun that was much too far away. He realized with distant sadness that he no longer loved Morden. He’d loved her once – every peak, every slope, every drift that he had ever climbed as a child. His feelings for the place were meek at best, and he’d grown quite bored. Stagnation left him broody and foul, and even more disagreeable than was normal. But, Ker had a way of bringing out the perpetual child in him, and for a moment he forgets his frustration and incites a game of play. He unfolds the wing closest to her and presses it firmly against her side. All the while his teeth are clasping harmlessly around invisible threads of air around her face.Silas4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
What I Don't RememberWhat I Don't Remember4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
There‘s this little patch of land down the street from where I live. Technically, it belonged to the neighborhood adjacent to ours, but that five-foot tall, wooden-rail fence was like a ‘keep out’ sign on a door without any locks. It’s got a creek like a crooked spine down its middle, and the mud around it was full of crawdads if you dug deep enough.
Some kids from my neighborhood and I used to go down there and just screw around for a couple of hours before dinner. Throw rocks at the frogs, try to jump from one side of the creek to the other, or even try to climb from one end of the top of the sewage tunnel to the other while hanging on to the rails and inching our toes across. Sure it was only a twenty-foot stroll, but there was also a twenty-foot drop into the creek bed. The only time you couldn’t see the floor beneath the surface was after a big storm. Otherwise, it was just a spot under the jog path where the white kids like us would go. Every now and
Blotch #1The morning dawns bright and cold. Overcast, a clear swathe of grey that stretches across the sky. Birds screech and squawk from opposing trees, branches swaying to an unheard tune. Houses sit, dark and dormant, occupants stirring with the clack of ceramic and the burble of a hot coffee maker. Rodents scurry through shrubbery, leaves and branches creaking from the force of miniscule paws. A lawnmower growls to life, a steady beacon of noise in the relative silence. The scents of gasoline and fresh cut grass burn cold on the paltry breeze. The sun shines, hidden, and paints the world in stark greys. The road is cracked down the middle.Blotch #14 days ago in Stories & Vignettes