Beaming Spock (Star TrekXReader)You sat bored in the control room of the Enterprise as everyone left to gather supplies for the next voyage. You smirked when you saw Spock walk by the room and pressed a few buttons aiming to beam him from room to room. Spock walked with his hands behind his back whistling a tune thinking he was alone when suddenly he was beamed to the main room.Beaming Spock (Star TrekXReader)5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What the hell?" Spock said to himself before shrugging and walking back out. You smirked again and beamed him to another room leaving him confused.
"Who is beaming me?!" Spock yelled as you beamed him again.
"This is for not killing that spider in my room" You smirked beaming him as far as you could from his destination. Spock let out a shout of anger and stormed into the room you were in.
"(Y/N)! WHO IS ON THIS SHIP?!" Spock demanded.
"Me, you and Scotty" You replied.
"Are you beaming me from room to room?!" Spock growled.
"No sir'" You lied while laughing menacingly on the inside.
"Thank you" Spock nodded before storming off to
the music workshopcurves are capturedthe music workshop20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
by the harsh serenade of a chisel,
and the apprentice pauses to face the moon:
the well in the yard and the owl crying softly
guitars are suspended like hanged men
dangling from walls and a ceiling just above the heads
of broken violins
too far gone to ever sing
the candle chokes and is silent,
hurling the boy into unnerving blackness
and the instruments that shine in the morning
become grimly lit from the moon's anemic light
he curls under the workbench
and closes his eyes.
I'll Be Your Heart Antonio X Shy!Depressed!ReaderI'll Be Your Heart Antonio X Shy!Depressed!Reader18 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'll Be Your Heart Antonio X Shy!Depressed!Reader
There was once a girl named (y/n). She was a very quiet girl who always keeps to herself. She loves to draw and read but most of all, she loves to sing. The thing is, is that no one knew she can sing. At school, she is always being made fun of and bullied for being so quiet. She would get depressed from all the things they do to her like call her a b*tch or a wh*re. They pull her hair, punch and kick her and not even at home she is safe. Her little sisters always hurt her verbally and emotionally. They call her fat and ugly and that they can’t wait until her funeral. (y/n)’s mother doesn’t do anything and neither does her father. The only people that care for her is her best friends but they are all back at (far away city). She didn’t want to leave but her parents forced her.
One day after school, (y/n) was running and crying once her last class ended. ‘F*ck this f**king school! F*ck this place! I hate it h
Days of WhiteWhite.Days of White18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
The last color,
I ever remembered seeing.
The last thing
Before I died.
It wasn't painful,
At one point,
My emotions had numbed.
And I couldn't
Feel the pain anymore.
I felt liberated.
There were no chains,
Shackling my feet
To the filthy ground.
I had left those
That had broken me behind.
The angels had called me
To close me eyes
And go to sleep.
And all the pain would go away.
fish in a tree.here's the thing,fish in a tree.22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
you breathe to smoke,
and i smoke
so that i can breathe.
reality vs. pretendi.reality vs. pretend20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
a wooden sword
and an eye-patch
i was a girl who
knew deep inside
had developed feelings
and they were all
selfishly for me.
you tricked me,
you kidnapped me,
all to tell you stories
in which good triumphs
over evil, not really;
was to walk the plank
as you planned to kill
him and feed him to
the ticking crocodile.
happy thoughts and
faerie dust would
allow me to fly,
but i only had the
first and i was doomed;
your wooden sword poked
my back, waiting for me
to take the leap
down (the stairs),
hearing the ticking
(of the oven)
go off - just in time.
surly, mother called us
down for dinner
and at the end of the night,
it was all truly
bedtime stories will
serve as my peter pan,
as my escape from reality.
My ConfessionMy confession, my fear – the dream I think I’ll never have.My Confession14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hear the words that people say, the praise mixed with the rest.
They say I’m talented, that I’m unique,
They say I have a future bright.
I know I’m not helpless, I know I’m not weak.
But my doubts and fears overwhelm me,
And I am left lost and alone.
I am afraid to be alone –
To never know love or what it is to be loved.
I don’t know what I have to have the right ones notice.
The wrong see my looks, my body and my makeup.
They see the light and confidence I have.
They see that I’m not the angelic child that perhaps standards dictate I should be.
But I’m not like them.
I will follow the rules and do what is right.
I’m afraid to never be noticed by one that catches my eye –
By a fellow who is kind and good and loving.
Will he never see me? Will he never notice?
I long for him to notice, but I know I can’t make him.
Will it always be this way?
ProtectorProtector21 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Another call of duty with our hearts full of fear
The sandman's touching words bring about a tear
As head band protectors gleam from rays from the sun
Symbolically we're different but our hearts and minds are one
Enemies we were once and anger was painted on our face
Now we smile as allies walking together at the same pace
It's something that's unstoppable but in the end we'll fight
There’s no way I’m letting you go home in a box tonight
Just take one last time to look at faces on mountains
We'll all take coins and toss them for luck in fountains
When battle begins stay close and I'll watch your side
No matter what you see don't surrender or hide
If you're struck and death has engulfed you in fear
If life is slipping away and the darkness is oh so near
Then let me whisper all the good times in your ear
While I shed a tear as your soul departs from here
It's something that's unstoppable but in the end we'll fight
There’s no way I’m letting you go home in a box to
Every little bitNo one noticed the empty chairEvery little bit20 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They were all busy
Telling each other what had happened over the weekend
People didn’t really notice the chair anyways
Even when it was full
But today is different
The teacher walks in
With a strange look on her face
And she tells them
The girl that filled that chair, is dead
It happened Saturday night
She was driving home
She fell asleep at the wheel
The semi didn’t even get a chance
They pronounced her dead at the scene
The shock comes first
She was such a quiet girl
Always at the back, out of the way, you know?
But not today
The chair is staring at them, with unseen eyes
And that’s when people remember
How polite she was
The small smile she wore
The soft voice
The tired eyes
The boy in front of her,
She used to let him borrow her pencils
Because no one else would
He didn’t even say thank you
Or always give them back
She would help clean out the locker of the girl beside her
Without being asked
Even with the moldy lunches at the
DreamcatcherShe hung a dreamcatcher in her room,Dreamcatcher19 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
so that when she dreamt of him,
he would stay with her
even when she was awake
The Power of the Light part 2Chapter 2: ArendelleThe Power of the Light part 214 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Wing ran down the steps as fast as she could, heading deeper into the ruins.
“SLY, CAN YOU HEAR ME?!” called out Wing.
No answer. Wing started to get even more worried by the minute. She soon made it to the bottom of the steps when she stopped as step foots where heard coming towards her.
On the ground was a heart marking with wings on the side and a crown above it. Wing noticed the shadows as the person came into her view.
“Sly,” whispered Wing.
Sly seemed to have heard her as he turned his head towards her, still in the trance like state. Wing looked concerned when she noticed this.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” asked Wing.
Sly just give her a small smile before kneeing down to the symbol. He put his hand on it and it suddenly glowed. Wing shielded her eyes as she watched Sly stand up. The symbol then opened, reveling to be a gate. Sly appeared to be floating down, much to Wing’s shock and horror.
:Idiot: Abridged! Marik x Reader:Idiot: Abridged! Marik x Reader19 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm not gay!" Marik screamed out in frustration.
"and I'm the Queen of England." Bakura said with sarcasm. "I'm being serious Bakura, I'm NOT gay!" Marik yelled. You sighed. They've been going at it for days.
Bakura would say something rude to Marik, Marik would get offended, then this would all lead to Marik being gay. Though Marik would detest all of it.
You shook your head. They were acting childish and it annoyed you to no end. Not to mention the three of you were supposed to plot out the Pharaoh's demise. You frowned. Why did you put up with this in the first place?
Oh, know you remember, it's because of....your crush.
No, not Bakura. It's Marik...Surprising, huh?
Yes, Marik is your crush. Ever since you've encountered him in an alley way, you just finished dueling one of his rare hunters and you won. He liked your skills and decided that you could be one of his alleys. Though, half of you regretted it.
He was immature and loud..
Russia x Tall!Reader- Marry Me?You sat next to your boyfriend Ivan on the sofa, cuddling. "Sunflower?" He asked. "Yes?" You replied. "Were you made fun of as a child?" He asked with his puppy-eyed look. "A bit." You said. You always felt awful when Ivan had his flashbacks. "Were there whispers behind your back?" His grip on your leg grew tight. "More than I was comfortable with." You said. "So...you do understand why I get like this so often..?" His childlike face just made your heart sink. "Of course." You smiled sweetly at him. "How come you're never upset?" He asked. "You were the only man who agreed to date me. All the others were afraid. So I just feel blessed to have you." Your smile widened, but when you looked down Ivan was crying. You lost him. He was in the world of his childhood memories. He had his head stuffed into your chest and was squeezing your hand.Russia x Tall!Reader- Marry Me?19 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
-Time skip to two hours later-
"I-I'm sorry..." Ivan said after coming back to earth. "It's okay." You said. "I just...lost myself..." He
Memory of a GirlLooking in the mirrorMemory of a Girl19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
And what do I see?
A figment of my imagination
Or is that reality?
I can't tell the difference
To what my life is
For all I seem to see
Is all a collaboration
My eyes are soulless
My skin is glowing
My hair is lifeless
My smile is knowing
Looking in the mirror
And what do I see?
I see a moving corpse
Acting the part
Of someone like me
So this is my world?
This is what life is
For a tiny, insignificant
Memory of a girl
How To LoveNext time you're laying in bed trying to fall asleep, call your girl and tell her you love her. Say it over and over and talk to her until she falls asleep with the phone in her hand. Tell her you love her before you hang up, even though you know she can't hear you. When you see her next, whether it be at school, at work, or even at her house, kiss her with meaning. Don't be afraid to kiss your girl in front of your friends and family. Show her that you aren't above that and you're not ashamed. Offer your jacket to her when it's cold and insist she take it, no matter how cold you really are. Send her flowers when she's sick and you can't be there, and cuddle with her when you can without caring if you catch what she has. Call her after work or school just to make sure she got home safely, even though you watched her walk in the front door. Lay down your jacket in a puddle so her $100 shoes don't get wrecked, even if your jacket costs $300. Send her flowers even if she isn't sick becausHow To Love17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Finland X Reader ~ MestaripiirrosFinland X Reader ~ Mestaripiirros12 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Am I the only one who thinks that Tino has been acting in a pretty weird way lately?" Mathias wondered aloud. Emil rubbed his chin thoughtfully, and finally agreed:
"You're right. He hasn't even answered the phone, nor visited anyone’s place," the young but clinical Icelander pondered.
Lukas didn't bother repeating the same as his little brother, so he looked at the Swede sitting next to him. Berwald knew about Tino and his things, maybe better than the man himself would have expected.
Berwald gazed back to the trio like asking how he should know the answer. Finally he fixed the position of his glasses a bit before he said with his calm tone of voice:
"That's a good question... However, Tino hasn't said anything to me, either."
Mathias scratched his wildly growing hair while he pondered the mystery.
"On the other hand, his birthday is coming soon... Maybe the old scars are too painful for celebrating, and he backed up into his armor? His history is far from calm and boring..."
Untitled...The world is made of a couple of hopeless poets.Untitled...1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dreamers cutting their wrists,
Rivers are the color of their dull, dusty blood.
The metallic taste of their sorrows on my tongue.
Bullets entering skulls that when burst open, shimmer with brilliance.
A gentle touch.
Oh, what a pity.
For all geniuses to be forever lonely.
And all poets, dead.
Stay or Leave?"Don't get mad. I don't like it."Stay or Leave?18 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
"Don't cry. I don't like it."
"Don't be sad. I don't like it."
"Don't smile. I don't like it."
"Don't laugh. I don't like it"
"Don't be you. I don't like it"
Then what am I supposed to do?
Then who am I?
You're saying you don't like me.
But you stay with me.
To change me into someone else
So that I don't exist anymore
I'm tired of it
I'm tired of changing
But I don't stop
I'm able to but I don't
Because you are the only one left
If you're gone,
I'll be left behind
All over again
But if you stay
I won't exist
But it wouldn't matter anyways.