When I DieWhen I Die3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I die
Will you sing for me?
When I die
Will you cry?
When I die
Will you send flowers to my grave?
When I die
Will you be brave?
When I die
Will you still love me?
When I die
Will you let me be?
When I die
Will you throw away the ring?
When I die
Will you walk over the land like a king?
When I die
I will always be with you
By your side
And sing to you all day long.
White HaunterWhite Haunter4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Okay. This story I'm about to share is very personal, very strange and probably unbelievable.
I don't blame any of you if you don't believe it, and I especially don't blame you if you think I'm crazy, but I can assure you it's all true.
I've only recently really gotten into Pokemon Creepypasta, a lot of even the older stories, like Lavender Town's Tune and Buried Alive are all quite new to me.
Like most readers however, I dismissed these stories, only getting the fun creepy thrill from them that they were intended to give.
However, one story always intrigued me just a little more than the rest. It was the story behind the White Hand. I wasn't sure why, for the longest time the creepy white, skeletal and horrifically detailed severed hand stood out so much to me.
That was until, with surprising clarity I realized it reminded me of the Pokemon Haunter. Not just the Pokemon itself however, but of an eerie incident that happened long, long ago when I was still very young.
See, when I was a
By the White WolfBy the White Wolf2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By the White Wolf
She's come to me now
It's finally over
I pass into the gray
Her visage terrible and wonderful to behold
Her fur stark white
The spirit of death is she
She comes to guide my soul
What remains of me
I still my heartbeat
I quench my breath
She has marked me with the scent of death
Close your eyes and expose your neck
Let her sink her fangs into you throat
Let her bleed you of your spirit
Let her bleed you of your soul
Let her guide you into the gray
There is no family now
No pack to depend on
In the end we start our road alone
We will see the ones we love when she visits them
Stare into her eyes now
It's time to follow her
Time for the finial journey
Time for you to rest
By the White Wolf
White Knight EnglandxReader"I give up! You aren't getting any younger. What are you waiting for? No white knight is going to come along and sweep you off your feet." Hungary was frustrated with you again. You kept turning guys down and she was tired of being the only girl dating out of your group of friends.White Knight EnglandxReader3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Well I'm not waiting for France, who backs me up into the ancient history shelf every time he comes into the library."
"Oh! He does!! Oh my God! I never knew working at a library could be so hazardous!" Hungary gasped at this little bit of gossip.
"All I want is a plain man, a modest man, a quiet man. A strait forward and honest man. And NOT Turkey, with that car of his, the one with the fold down back seat."
"Haha! Did he really suggest that!? Sounds just like him." Hungary giggled at the thought.
"But I'm not waiting for a knight in shining white armor either. " Your tone got a bit more serious and Hungary quieted to listen to you. "My white knight: not a Lancelot, nor an angel, just someone to
Black and White 1Black and White 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was finally here! Opeliucid Gym. Samurott seemed as glad as I was! Before entering though. I was sure there would be other trainers I would have to battle. So I changed my direction and headed for the Pokemon Center instead.
"Wow.. Pink hair! How do cousins look so alike?!"
"Hello, and welcome to the Pokemon Center!"
She giggled and I grinned.
"We restore your tired Pokemon to full Health! Would you like to rest your Pokemon?"
I nodded and handed my Pokemon over. Samurott Lv.53, Liepard Lv.55, Musharna Lv.42, and Boldore Lv.50. Nurse Joy gladly took my Pokemon.
"Ok, I'll take your Pokemon for a few seconds."
I waited as my Pokemon healed. As the machine finished healing my Pokemon, Nurse Joy handed them back to me, and I re-attached their Pokeballs to my belt.
"Thank you for waiting,.."
"We've restored your Pokemon to full health!"
"We hope to see you again!"
I tipped my hat and filled up on full heals and max potions, and ran back to the Opeliucid Gym.
As I e
Fade to WhiteFade to White2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take me to the wild
wide edge of blue
and I shall dream of angels,
arms tapering into clouds,
and women in white
and the moths' soft mouths
that mock my oaths.
I shall sleep among the stones
and the pale trees
that grow beneath the ground -
like giants swallowing the dusk.
And I shall find her
tall and waiting
in the ruins,
the billow of her skirt
her eyes lit like candlemass
against the leaves and petals
streaming through the mist.
WhiteSummer had hit Republic City with a vengeance.White2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mako wasn't one to complain, though. After all the time he and Bolin had spent on the streets, he'd come to cherish the heat. A lot of his memory of those years had faded away, but some impressions were sharp. Smells, feelings. He remembered those hard winters they had spent, the two of them cuddling together at night underneath their bridge in the park to get out of the wind as much as they could. Countless nights Bolin would doze off with his head on Mako's shoulder, his teeth chattering so loudly that Mako couldn't sleep.
Awake and on edge, he would stoke the fire with his bending, eyes wary of any shadows.
He spent his time thinking of summer. Of not feeling cold, not feeling scared. Of the food carts rolling around in the streets that he could steal from. Of the bright green leaves and hot sun blazing overhead. Of the warm river that he and Bolin would swim in, the fish nipping at their toes. Of the flowers blooming all through the pa
Cheating!France x Reader x England: White Horse---------------------------------------------------------------------------------Cheating!France x Reader x England: White Horse1 year ago in Romance More Like This
“Say you're sorry
That face of an angel
Comes out just when you need it to
As I paced back and forth all this time
Cause I honestly believed in you
The days drag on
I should have known, I should have known”
(3rd person P.O.V.)
“(Name), I’m really sorry… I was drunk; I didn’t know what I was doing! I love you, (Name)!!” Francis Bonnefoy, your boyfriend for exactly a year, apologized to you profusely. His sea-blue eyes were filled with regret and love for you. A face of an angel was looking up at you pleadingly; you couldn’t just simply reject him. You wiped your tears away and sniffled, hoping to calm yourself down quicker and to stop acting like a child. He was finally apologizing to you after you found him cheating on you with another woman at the loca
Daughter of WhiteDaughter of White3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
"Ikite ite gomennasai" itsu no ma ni ka kuchiguse
Yowane bakari haite ita tsumaranu dake no jinsei
Mura no hitotachi wa mina kirei na midori no kami
Nakama hazure no watashi hito to chigau shiroi kami
Mori no oku de hisoka ni sobie tatsu sennenju
Watashi wa koko de hitori kami ni negai wo kaketa
Kodoku ni iki tsudzukeru koto sore wa totemo sabishii
Dare demo ii watashi no tomodachi ni natte hoshii
Kanojo to deatta no wa sennenju
Taorete ita kanojo wo tasuketa no ga hajimari
Itsu no ma ni ka futari wa totemo nakayokunatta
Dakedo watashi to kanojo nani mo ka mo ga chigatta
Mura no naka no dare yori kirei na midori no kami
Sono yasashii koe to egao dare kara mo ai sareta
Doushite konna watashi ni mo yasashiku shite kureru no?
Jibun yori otoru onna wo owarenderu tsumori na no?
Hikutsu na watashi wo dakishim
white.pale as bones, she whispers words to me,white.5 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
and i wonder why the world
can't ever stay the same.
she is without.
she is above, beyond,
sucked dry by hopelessness,
Habits :: WhiteHabits :: White11 months ago in Romance More Like This
“move out the way, biitche2. 2hiit'2 about two get 2eriiou2.”
“OH MY GOD.”
“oH, i'M GOING TO BE IN THIS ONE, bECAUSE I KNOW THAT I KNEW [NAME] BEFORE YOU DID,”
“yeah tav. ii mean, you and 2he were hangiing out when-”
“START FUCKING TELLING IT ALREADY!”
Sburb University. It was pretty much the only University that accepted trolls as teachers along with students. The day Sollux met you, he was pretty much just minding his own business. Since his roommate kk had moved out to live with his girlfriend, he was accepting a new one later in the day. But for now, he was too busy hacking into class files to see what he could find.
His cell phone started buzzing, and he clicked accept. “Hello?”
“Sollux! I need some new coding bullshit help.”
“Theriouthly, kk? I thought we went over thith a million timeth already.”
“Stop fucking arguing with that lisp of yours
White Lily GirlWhite Lily Girl:White Lily Girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They say that love is plenty
But mine is simply dead.
She sleeps amongst the flowers
I grew upon her bed...
I wonder if she's dreaming
Of smiles and happy things.
Or playing her favourite game
Of rubber balls and strings...
She used to mean the world to me
But humans took her life.
Oh lord that took my child away
I offer you this knife...
It bears the blood of your faithful humans
The ones you taught to scream of hate...
How many more will join the ranks
Of the damned that I create?
Droolings wrecks and putrid bodies
The ultimate art of sanguine pride!
The dead that groan in utter pain
Will stay forever by her side...
Cut and sewn, hewn and cleft
Made to match like ragged dolls.
Each will be a lifeless guardian
Watching from the bitter walls...
You took my child and stole her life
Now I do the same for you...
Your children now shall bear my hatred
And there is nothing you can do.
Come and drink of water or wine
I shall feed you as I feed
Dependent on the White PillDependent on a White Pill:Dependent on the White Pill2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here I lie again tonight staring at the cracks in the ceiling
I'm afraid that I must bring to light these emotions that I am feeling...
Have you ever met a man like me: calm, composed and elegant?
Or are you one of the many dummies, living in a world that is decadent?
Oh I know how this society works, believe me I have suffered since birth!
I have always been treated as a worthless pariah, starting on June the first...
My fated birthday, a joyless occassion, the date of my inception into a world of naught
With a family that treated me, as a personal clone, I was no different from our dog named 'Spot'
For the first young years of my life however, I knew I was truly happy...
I learned because I wanted to and it seemed to please my Pappy
But as I grew, I learned of truth; a dark and dirty little secret
That I was merely an average student, 'NO!' my mother bleated.
Like a sheep that could not bear the thought she forced me into books and pape
white and black is...you wanna bewhite and black is...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sort of
to make your
you want eyes
like gas masks
and the smoke
you want their
to the wall
type of voice
you're a billion
a crude sketch
a part of me
that must be
Audubon, Great White HeronBachman's cat would appear to be merely restingAudubon, Great White Heron4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the evening sun
if it weren't for the bill speared through its heart.
The Heron is tall as a woman, twice as cruel,
and at least as beautiful.
I brought the bird all the way from Florida
as a gift for my friend,
a pillar of living ivory
to walk among his Magnolias.
But already it's swallowed a dozen ducks,
bitten several children, and now
(the most dire offense) slain poor Francis.
It will be shot and stuffed within the week,
but beasts can't be blamed
for their wickedness.
When it flew along the banks of the Keys,
it snapped up fish with the grace of sharpened wind.
My deckhands would remove their hats
when a flock circled, dove,
and thinned out the flashing tide in an instant.
Even I once gasped at the display.
But a miracle on the marsh
is a crime in the garden.
Even though the animal will die
under trees that are strange to it,
I envy him.
Because my thin brother was hatched
possessing the virtues of a specter,
while I am left clin
JohnKarkat: White ChristmasYour name is John Egbert and as you look outside your window you realize something.JohnKarkat: White Christmas3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There is no snow on the ground.
And it is Christmas Eve.
Sure it's not really December, the months are different on this new planet, but it's close enough and everyone decided on keeping the holidays and traditions. You look back towards your bed and observe the blanket nest move a bit. You know what's underneath all those layers. A troll boy you just happen to be boyfriends with, though he keeps telling you to call him your Matesprit.
You learn that trolls don't do so well with cold, they freeze easily and Karkat seems to just curl up in blankets and growl at you for choosing somewhere to live that gets cold. Apparently all of Alternia was tropical so trolls aren't used to low temperatures. You spent a few years in a warmer part of the planet while you both adjusted to the new world, but you missed the cold and Karkat was willing to follow you north. Karkat loves the fireplace too, when he's
White GlovesWhite Gloves7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Missing: White Gloves
The morning sunlight was shining through the window of the rather large office, illuminating the wooden desk that sat nearest the window in the middle of the room. There were some papers spread out across the desk, as though somebody was in the middle of reading reports and then left suddenly, without warning. The desk chair was vacant, pushed to the side carelessly, confirming the hurried departure.
The blond boy that was sitting in front of the vacant desk leaned back, sighing a little impatiently as his chair creaked. He flipped through the little red covered report he held tightly in his hands. There was another desk in the room, a blond woman with her hair pulled up shifted in her chair, glancing over at the boy, watching him silently for a spell. He sighed again, running his fingers through his light bangs and then resting his elbow on the chair arm with his head against the palm of his hand. He caught sight of the woman watching him, turning his head
The White Parade: FinaleChapter VI: And on the Sixth Day...The White Parade: Finale8 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
His heart gives out in the emergency room. Doctors rush to fulfill their Hippocratic Oath. Intubate him first; get him breathing. Get the air in his lungs. While they do that, determine that this is the situation for the defibrillator, then get someone else to wheel it out so they can get his heart working. Charge it up…
The girl screams at the way his body jerks on the table. The heart monitor displays a sudden spike of green, stalling in its sound for a second before the spikes even out again, returning to the comfort of being a flat line.
She screams again. Again, there’s a spike on the monitor; again, it flattens out into an even line. They wonder why she’s still here. Silent messages get sent at light speed, even as thei
The White FlowerIn a clinical vase lies the White Flower. Her hair is as soft as dainty white petals, and spreads over her pillow in the same way that cherry blossom litters the ground in spring. Although her skin is deeply creased, you can tell that she once blossomed like no other, for her cheek bones are well formed and her nose perfect.The White Flower3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The White Flower's body is slender, almost as if the rot growing inside her has devoured all the fat, all the muscle. Every sort of wire is connected to her, some are embedded in the skin of her hand whereas others snake tendrils across her face. It doesn't matter what purpose they serve to prolonging her sorry life, the White Flower hates them. She hates the hospital bed, she hates the medicine, she hates the artificialness of life within the ward. During her youth she loved the outdoors, the sky, the birds, she loved the cold winter air.
Air she knows she'll never breathe again. In her deep s
White OwlThe white owl opens up her eyes,White Owl4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
sways her vision to the skies;
seeking out a creature's cry,
through the woods' nocturnal sigh.
In the darkness crickets sing,
far beneath the owl's white wing.
Dew drops to the leaves still cling,
sparkling with a lucent sheen.
Senses alert, she prepares for flight,
hearing creatures near their plight,
she spreads her wings into the night
silent as moonlight, and as white.
The White Parade: I of VIChapter I: The Patient(s)The White Parade: I of VI8 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
They call him The Patient.
No one is really sure what his real name is, save the doctors and nurses who treat him, I guess—but really, what sort of shitty general nickname is “The Patient” in a place like this? This hospital is full of patients—most of them running out of patience for their diseases and the treatments that are supposed to help them. But somehow… It doesn’t matter who you’re talking to, or who is talking to you; say “The Patient” with the right amount of inflection and people automatically know. It doesn’t matter how they know—they just do.
It isn’t that he’s remarkable in any way. He’s tall, thin—the thinness in him probably more from his treatments than his diet or lack thereof. His hair is so blonde that in some lights people must think that it’s white, or that he doesn’t have any. There is the possibility that some
ScotlandxReader~The White Stag~ScotlandxReader~The White Stag~ScotlandxReader~The White Stag~2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
From the moment the two of you had laid eyes on it, you had known only one thing: that you would catch it.
You and Allistor had not even reached the age of six when you saw the legendary white stag from your village's folklore. It was breathtaking. Each graceful step was taken in precaution, each tread, a delicate work of beauty. It was alert, but not frightened. It knew the two of you were watching it, yet it also knew it could escape at any given time.
When it had finished grazing on the grass that glistened with the early morning's dew, it lifted its magnificent full-antlered head and bound off into the evaporating mist leaving you and Allistor speechless.
Many years later, both of you were reaching that time where you were considered the proper age to be finding spouses and settling down, but not you and Allistor. Not at all.
Ever since witnessing the elegant white beast of legends, both of you swore that you would hunt it down. The two of you practi