.your heart.17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
not to beat
(Req) Denmark x Reader - Head Over Heels(Req) Denmark x Reader - Head Over Heels15 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cerulean blue eyes bore anxiously into your own as you sit, wincing, on the grass, the blades slightly tickling your legs. It's a beautiful day out, the sky virtually cloudless and a light breeze preventing it from growing too stifling. You would enjoy it more if you hadn't just gotten over skidding and crashing rather painfully onto the ground. If you'd had it your way, you would have appreciated the gorgeous summer day from the safety of your own house. The fall would have been almost impressive in its acrobatics if it wasn’t so painful.
"I told you that not everybody can rollarskate."
Since you twisted your ankle, Matthias has been fussing over you like a total mother hen. And although you're pretty annoyed with him for putting you through this whole thing, you have to admit that he looks pretty cute when he's flustered. It's such a change from his usual, somewhat arrogant demeanor. If you were feeling a little more sadistic, you might be tempted to play up how much pain you'r
Hath No FearGiving yourself completely up to fear is kinda like falling in love: You can't pin point exactly when it started and by the time you realize that you are surrounded by that sensation it's already game over. Just like the image of the person you are in love with starts creeping out from every unexpected corner, fear never leaves your side when you give it a welcome stay. After a restless sleep, it starts beating anxiously in your heart the moment you wake up in the morning and commands all your thoughts and actions throughout the day. It is nothing short of a prison, except you are the only inmate and the warden never takes a break. Ever.Hath No Fear3 weeks ago in Editorial More Like This
I do not exactly remember when I let fear occupy my being but I remember the exact moment when I realized I was ruled by it. It was late in the afternoon, everybody was out there 'getting busy living' and I had locked myself inside my bed half awake, not particularly finding any valid reason to get out of it. Then I was awakened from a nightmare by my
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.Genghis2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
Mental Disorder Discrimination"You said you've got depression?Mental Disorder Discrimination3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
No you don't, you attention seeker.
You're just an average teenager with the perfect life
Desperately looking for sympathy."
Stop crying, you coward.
You're just a childish "scaredy-cat".
Blaming your problems on a mental disorder
That doesn't even exist."
"So you're schizophrenic?
Grow the hell up, and stop acting like a child
You're too old for imaginary friends
You callow, juvenile, little twit."
But if we're attention seekers,
Why do we try so hard to hide our feelings from the world?
Why do we isolate ourselves in our rooms,
Desperately hiding the cuts on our wrists
Trying our best to live a normal life?
And if we're simply "scaredy-cats",
Why is our fear so vividly intense?
Unlike simple fear, our anxiety will stick with us forever
A severe long-lasting feeling of powerful panic.
A feeling from which we'll never be free.
Suddenly we're childish for having a mental disorder?
Schizophrenia is not something we can control.
Just for Today Part 1Just for Today Part 13 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Just for Today Part 1
It was just another normal day for Jack. He just got up, brushed his teeth, and washed his face. After he changed into his usual clothing with his signature blue long coat, he headed down stairs for a quick breakfast. Beside his plate, Jack saw a metallic digital watch and a note. Curious, Jack took the note.
We’re very sorry, but we had to leave early for work and we’re probably going to arrive late tonight. To make up for this, I modified your skateboard to be remote controlled. Just press the side button, and the screen will become a touch pad for you to control the movement and speed of your board. I hope this fun feature this makes up for our constant absence. We love you son.
Jack gave a small smile. “Thanks, dad.”
Jack finished his breakfast and sped toward his school on his new board. He even tried a few stunts with the new feature.
“I think I’m doing pretty well,” Jack said to himself.
Just as Jack
.some people are dead.3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
long before they die -
there's just no burial
for the spirit
HomesickI am the river's son,Homesick1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
100 Questions - To ask anyone.1. What type of music do you listen to? (Genre, artists, songs?)100 Questions - To ask anyone.3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
2. What cheers you up?
3. What do you constantly think about that, either makes you sad or just anything?
4. Is there something you constantly lose at your hours or anywhere?
5. Do you have a favorite book or read much? Why or why not?
6. What is the longest you have gone without sleep?
7. Do you have anyone you go to for advice? In person or online?
8. What is the habit you are proudest of breaking or want to break?
9. Is there anything I should know?
10. What do you order or not order at a restaurant you have been to or never been to?
11. What is your favorite word? Least favorite?
12. Describe something that's happened to you for which had no explanation.
14. What did you do for your latest birthday?
15. What holidays do you celebrate? Are you a religious person or not?
16. If you had to be named after a city, state, or country (etc), which would you want it to be?
17. Who is your hero?
18. Which do you use mo
YouIf you’re a girl, you’re a girl.You3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you’re a boy, you’re a boy.
If you’re white, you’re white.
If you’re black, you’re black.
If you’re gay, you’re gay.
If you’re bi, you’re bi.
If you’re straight, you’re straight.
If you’re religious, you’re religious.
If you’re an atheist, you’re an atheist.
If you’re mentally disabled, you’re still human.
If you’re physically disabled, you’re still human.
For everything you are:
So who are they to judge you for who you are?
The diaper slave TF machine“It’s finally finished!” Dr. Davis shrieked manically, pressing a button and watching the machine he had worked years on buzz and hum to life.The diaper slave TF machine4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Great.” Cynthia, his intern, said, handing him a fresh cup of coffee “You want to explain what it does now?”
“This is my grand invention!” Dr. Davis “This is the diaper slave TF machine! With a mere press of a button, it will scoop up a woman, give her the perfect body, and brainwash her into being a diaper slave! And see how one wall is glass? You can even watch the spectacle while it’s happening! Perfect for husbands everywhere!”
“Why on earth would a husband want to turn their wife into a diaper slave?” Cynthia asked
“So that she would do whatever they wanted without complaining of course.” Dr. Davis said “Wives can be so annoying if they have a mind, but this fixes the problem.”
“No husband in their right mind would ever do that
The Fridge3:02 a.m.The Fridge3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
I woke up slowly and groggily, in the sort of half-dreaming way that you do sometimes. There were a few disoriented moments in the dark, as my mind sorted reality from dreams, before I knew where I was. You were asleep, curled up next to me with your arm over my midriff, your hand resting on my belly underneath the sheets, making me feel safe.
My stomach gurgled urgently, and I realised that I was incredibly hungry. I looked over at the clock and saw it was 3 a.m. I usually sleep soundly, but hunger always manages to get my attention over any kind of sleep. It wasn't as if I had gone to bed hungry. The leftover serving bowl on the side cabinet formerly full of ice cream would attest to that fact; however, my belly was unconvinced and continued to complain. Nothing else to do, I suppose, but get up.
I slowly and carefully pick your hand off my belly and move it to one side, trying not to wake you. A bit futile I suppose, it's not like I can move with much stealth these