How To Show A Girl She Can Love HerselfWhen you see her cryHow To Show A Girl She Can Love Herself5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you get a rag,
a gentle delicate clothe
lovingly grasp her hand
and dab its tip
to dry each tear as they come
and ask each drop
why it'd leave
such beautiful eyes.
If she wishes
to be in the sky
Tell her to go
Take the sun ransom
And replace it in the sky
So you can see her every morning
and plead for her
To return each night.
When you see her scars
gently like you might
caress the broken wing
Of a dove
and remind her
that for every hurt
that she's survived
has only made her
that much more unique
that much stronger.
Show her that she is worthy of love
That she deserves the love
she fears to give...
show her so that
one day after you're
Daddy...meet my Boyfriend.Daddy...meet my Boyfriend.3 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Your second daughter, Christa, has decided to finally invite her boyfriend over for dinner. You're the only person that knew of your daughter's secret boyfriend and kept her secret from her over protective father and brothers.
"I'm just glad I get to meet this mystery man of yours, Chrissy. What's his name again." You asked as you poured the pasta into the strainer.
"Reiner. Mom...could you please keep your voice down"? Christa asked nervously. You knew she was afraid of her father over hearing her. And Levi's ears had more power than thirty bloodhounds put together.
"Oh, sorry sweetie. What time is supposed to be coming over"? You whispered.
"He should be arriving in ten minutes."
"Who should be arriving in ten minutes"? A deep and v
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Life is not a choiceLife is not a choice.Life is not a choice3 days ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
We don't choose whom we are born from,
Or when we must leave.
No one requests birth.
If you saw the world before
You came, would you come?
Its end is not yours.
If your mom didn't want you,
The end is your start.
If life gets cut off,
It's called an accident so
no one can claim why.
And when your life ends,
You don't decide the moment,
Because it's old age.
So life's not a choice.
No, the only choice you have
Is how you live it.
Prom NightProm Night4 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Mom can you please stop taking photos? This is the third memory card that you've replaced since I put on the dress." Mikasa complained. You on the other hand was over joyed. Your oldest daughter Mikasa was getting ready for her magical prom night and soon preparing for her graduation. Christa was sitting on her big sister's bed just as happy as you were.
"Oh Mikki quit complaining! You are just absolutely beautiful!! Look at my baby!" You squealed. Mikasa couldn't help but smile at her overly happy mother.
"Oh! I remember when I went to my prom. I went three times though." You started.
"Three"? Christa asked dumbfounded.
"Well yeah. The first time I went with your uncle Mike because he's a weirdo and no one wanted to go with him. The second time I went with Mr. Springer....that I regret. And the last, Oh my! That was my prom night. My prom ni
lost my voice.I wrote "I love you"lost my voice.5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the sand at the beach.
The tide swallowed the words
and drowned them
before I could speak.
Masters of Disguise 1: 40-Love (Sherlockx Reader)Of course John had to be out on a date when he needed him. In the middle of the day too.Masters of Disguise 1: 40-Love (Sherlockx Reader)6 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Though he supposed this solution was better in a way. You may not have been Sherlock's first choice but with you he didn’t have to worry about you getting flustered when people assumed you were a couple like he did with John.
You seemed smart enough and willing. Being amazed with his skills must run in the family. John had warned him that he’d have his head if he let anything happen to you- his baby sister. What an idiotic turn of phrase. You were hardly a baby.
At least you could play tennis decently enough to keep the cover he’d created from being blown. He abruptly ended the game when the couple he needed information from stepped on to the courts, moving towards the benches as he tried to come up with a way to engage in a conversation with them and tugged at the neck of his sweater vest.
What an infuriating article of clothing.
He let out a huff of
A Spell Gone Right! (Story)A Spell Gone Right! (Story)4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Spell Gone Right
Ella wasn't your average 19-year-old. In fact, she was a witch! Of course in a world full of witches and wizards this wasn’t all that uncommon. Though, Ella herself was still only a witch-in-training; she had to pass her exams before she became a full-fledged witch, and with Halloween coming up, she was very busy studying. Halloween was the end of the semester at her wizardry college, and the date was approaching much faster than Ella wished.
"Damn it! It just won't work!" She cried, slamming the dusty old book closed with a groan. She had been studying for hours, and not one of the spells she had been laboriously trying to learn actually worked. Well, except lumeria, which was supposed to make the lights turn on and off. That had made her lamp explode in a flash of light, which was close enough that she counted it as a win.
"I'm going to fail for sure." She huffed, leaning back in the rickety old chair and crossing her legs. Ella wasn't the prettiest girl in s
Sherlock Chatroom 14 (SherlockXReaderXMoriarty)Sherlock Chatroom 14 (SherlockXReaderXMoriarty)4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Y/n) has started a chatroom.
Greg has logged on.
Sebastian has logged on.
‘Hey Tiger – YN’
‘Hello – Sebastian’
‘(Y/n) can you please get off my desk?! – Greg’
‘No I’m comfy – YN’
‘You blew me off for him? – Sebastian’
‘I think we spend waaaaaaaaay to much time together plus I haven’t seen Greg in ages and he’s my brother so….. – YN’
‘Suppose – Sebastian’
‘I am not a footrest -_- - Greg’
‘Your lap is now – YN’
Sherlock has logged on.
‘Lestrade?! – Sherlock’
‘What? – Greg’
‘I need help – Sherlock’
‘With what? – Greg’
‘I need to know how to impress a girl – Sherlock’
‘Pfft hahahahahahahahahaha – Greg’
‘What’s so funny?! – Sherlock’
‘You said you wanted to impress a woman
(Req) Methods of Communication (Canada x Reader)(Req) Methods of Communication (Canada x Reader)5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ahh! Oh no!"
Pausing mid-sip of your drink, you glanced up.
Matthew Williams, probably one of the most discussed guys in your year at college, was standing a ways across from where you swear, beneath a large oak tree that had likely been planted there when the college was first built. Its great height and width stood as a testament to just how much both it and the college itself had grown since their beginning. From the distance you stood, it looked like Matthew had dropped a folding, sending a wad of papers scattered about his sneakered feet like giant, grounded butterflies. He hastily crouched, grabbing at the papers haphazardly, in a desperate attempt to stop them from being swept away by the breeze snaking its way between the buildings, but taking care not to crumple or rip the pages.
One paper, however, missed his frantic fingers and zoomed off, carried away by the air current. You glanced down, jolting slightly in surprise at the paper slapped into the leg of your jeans. Bending
Life is a Study of ContrastIf not for the darkness,Life is a Study of Contrast1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We wouldn’t know the difference
Between a star and a ball of dust.
Life is a study of contrast.
We get dark,
Not to fall apart
But to shine.
Star Crossed (Spain x Reader)Star Crossed (Spain x Reader)2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
(Spain x Reader)
Sneak Peak to a (possible) Summer series; depends on if you all like it.
“Because,” he paused and I held my breath, awaiting the inevitable words of my utter and total demise. “I love you.” He’d broken my walls, and entered without so much as a smile and a simple, Hola.
“What’s it like being an outcast?” He questioned, all hidden remorse aside, a small smile on his lips, this was rich. I patted my hands against my thighs rhythmically only for the best of my intentions to fling out.
“It’s actually rather lonely in all honesty.” He nodded and pulled his fingers through his chocolate curls. “I’m happy though.” I sighed and gazed over to the slowly peaking stars just over the orange horizon. It was getting lat
The Fear You Won't Fall- Mycroft x ReaderDigging a hole and the walls are caving inThe Fear You Won't Fall- Mycroft x Reader4 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Air's getting thin, but I'm trying, I'm breathing in
Come find me
It hasn't felt like this before
It hasn't felt like home before you
I have some information for my brother. Tea at noon?- MH
Mycroft let out a heavy sigh. How had he gotten himself in to this? Years and years of nothing and then you come along and change everything in an instant. He felt like every encounter with you was just making him fall further into the hole he’d dug himself and yet he still sought you out as often as he could. It was a direct contradiction to his beliefs and a continuous source of confusion for him.
All his life he’d felt above it all, like some superior entity watching over this insignificant world- a world he didn’t belong in. But when he was with you it was like he’d been blind, the world suddenly seemed interesting and so comfortably real, and suddenly he felt at home.
How long could he keep hiding that f
Truth or dare (MycroftXReader)Truth or dare (MycroftXReader)3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
You sat with Sherlock, John and Mary in the living room of 221B. Mary had suggested you all play truth or dare not really giving you an option not to play.
“Why this game?” John sighed from his chair.
“It was this or Cluedo” Mary shrugged.
“No I am never playing Cluedo with that man again!” You shook your head pointing to Sherlock who rolled his eyes.
“Just go Mary” John groaned.
“Ok Sherlock truth or dare?” Mary asked.
“Dare” Sherlock replied.
“I dare you to give John you’re violin for a week” Mary smirked.
“YES! PEACE AND QUIET!” You exclaimed happily.
“What?!” Sherlock shrieked.
“Hand it over” John grinned.
“If you dare harm my violin in any way I will hunt you down” Sherlock warned handing John his violin carefully.
“I’m going to paint it pink” John hummed.
“Sherlock you’re turn” Mary said.
On WritingWrite for todayOn Writing1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
And like it’s all
That’ll be left of you
Never write for popularity.
Write with clarity, but
‘Don’t make everything said’.
Write a million things;
An ode to the voice
Inside your head,
An elegy for the living,
A carpe diem for the dead.
Write to tell
To just keep
They’ll find a way out.
Don’t write for approval,
That way misery lies.
Poetry can’t be judged,
Not properly –
Write for yourself;
Doesn’t matter if it’s
Good enough for
You’ll never be Shakespeare.
But he’d never
Have been you;
Pour your heart into it,
That’s the best
That you can do.
How to love a poet: Expect them to be flawed,How to love a poet:6 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
a field of wild flowered-
& an inability
Love them anyway.
Know that when they look at you
they are noticing the little things.
America x Reader-My HeroineAmerica x Reader-My Heroine3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was just another day at the world conference, Arthur and Francis fought, Ivan would follow Yao around and tell him to "become one" while Matthew remained unnoticed. That was until they heard footsteps running through the hall. The door burst open, and revealed a laughing (y/n). She looked around and quickly hid under the table.
"Aiyah!, (y/n) may I ask what on Earth you are doing?"
"Ohonhon did you come to see me?"
"Shut it frog! She's obviously hiding from someone or something and- wait a tick isn't that Alfred's jacket?"
"Fufufu~ and why are laughing so much (y/n)?"
You giggled to yourself," Shhh! You guys are going to give away my hiding place!"
Everyone was confused and before they could speak up, they heard footsteps becoming louder and louder. The doors swung open and there stood Alfred.
"(Y/N)!!! I'll get you for this! No one steals the hero's jacket or my glasses!" You leaped from your hiding place and stood tall on the table.
"Haha citizen! I am the heroine now!" you tried
MoD 2: Astrophysics (Sherlock x Reader)What had just happened?MoD 2: Astrophysics (Sherlock x Reader)5 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Once second he was desperately trying to remember any information on his hard drive about astrophysics- damn that pointless field- and the next you were flawlessly gabbing with the target, keeping your cover from being blown wide open. There was a definite advantage to having you along. Though he’d already gathered that from the tennis case.
Stupid sweater vest had given him a rash.
Sherlock blinked, glancing over at John to find your brother was equally confused, if not more so.
Definitely more so.
“Don’t mind them. He’s a chemist. You know how they are- no consideration for the bigger picture... and my brother there is here for a theater lecture. Token creative type, you know,“ you offered the young scientist, giving a quick grin as you adjusted the thick framed glasses on your face.
Shame they were fake. You looked… presentable with glasses.
Now that he thought about it the
Sherlock Chatroom 13 (SherlockXReader)Sherlock Chatroom 13 (SherlockXReader)5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Y/n) has started a chatroom.
John has logged on.
Sebastian has logged on.
‘(Y/n) where are you? – John’
‘With Tiger – YN’
‘At my flat – Sebastian’
‘Why? – YN’’
‘Sherlock is in my house sulking – John’
‘So? – YN’
‘He’s your boyfriend come get him! – John’
‘She can’t – Sebastian’
‘Why? – John’
‘We’re prank calling Jim – YN’
‘………………………. – John’
Jim has logged on.
Sherlock has logged on.
‘Hey Sherly – YN’
‘Bored – Sherlock’
‘Good to know now does anyone know how to trace calls? – Jim’
‘Nope – Sebastian’
‘Why do you need to trace calls? – YN’
‘Some assholes keep prank calling me! – Jim’