russiaxreader: roommates chapter 6: scary movie?________ handed Ivan his pajamas. He went into your bathroom to change. When he came out, he was wearing a light grey t-shirt with blue striped bottoms. He held his other cloths in his hands. This time, he had his scarf on.russiaxreader: roommates chapter 6: scary movie?1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"you like?" he asked, spreading his arms out.
"Da" you smiled. He smiled too and grabbed you into a big hug.
You both laughed as he put you down.
"Hey Ivan?" you asked a bit specious.
"da?" he answered in his native language which made you blush a bit.
"Why do you always wear that scarf?"
Ivan looked down at his creamed colored accessory.
"Well to keep things short . My big sister gave me this scarf and she told me to never loose it. If I loose it, I wont see the end of it. And if I don't see the end of it, I wont HEAR the end of it." Ivan rolled his eyes at that last part, but his face still remained light and happy.
You ended up laughing at his little riddle. Than a devious idea popped into your head.
"hey Ivan~?" you asked with an evil smile.
Dreams of cabaret_ch2Dreams of cabaret_ch22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
DREAMS OF CABARET
I rise from my spot, taking my guitar with me. Standing outside the door, in the hallway was Frank. DID he have a thing for me? I pondered this for a second. He was nice enough but...
"Sorry to bother you but we have to start getting ready for the show."
I closed the door and followed some others down to the cabaret. Soon after I was introduced to a guy named Jared Leto. A bit of a pretty boy. He'd be going before me. Then after I perform, Adam would be up. The hair stylist, Spencer Smith was helping Frank fix his mohawk thingy. Carefully placing his fringe to the side. Meanwhile the make-up artist, Jon Walker placed feathers to one of the burlesque dancer's hair. Peacock feathers. I standed crowded with the other singers in a flock around the full body mirror. I heared a voice on the intercom.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to 'Cuori Solitari'. As always, I'm your faithful announcer, Devon Bostick. Its a humble living announcing these
LokixReader pt. fiveHe smiled softly at your sleeping form, sighing quietly to himself, pulling the blanket up to your shoulders and gently kissing your forehead.LokixReader pt. five1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I think... I am beginning to see what my brother sees in this relm." Loki whispered, brushing a few loose strangds of your (h/c) bangs out of your face and gently touching a bare finger to your pale lips.
"Mm... Jack... Stop..." you mumble, tears dripping softly down your cheeks and jerked as your dream ended. "Mm... Really..." A dream about him...? I hate him..."
"Strange, I did not think you would be capable of such an emotion..." Loki laughed as you froze, your wide (e/c) eyes moving slowly up to meet his and wiped your tears dry. "Did he hurt you so bad...?"
"He-! That is-! It's none of your damn busniess! Now get out of here! Before my Mom comes up!" You growl, sitting up and pulling the blanket around you. 'Damn, I thought this morning was just a dream..."
"Your Mother has left for the weekend, or, did you forget that she was visiting her
Dreams of Cabaret_prologueDreams of Cabaret_prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
DREAMS OF CABARET
By the time I was eight, I found it hard to sleep for fear of being consumed by my candidly lucid dreams. No, wait. Not dreams. Nightmares. The cause of all my fears and insomnia were, and still are, my father, George. He was a drunk. Still is, probably. Mixing his raw power with alcohol was often bad news for me. I had given up on defending myself, because if I raised even a hand at him, he would knock me to the taunting ground. So for years I was nothing. Just a limp, nearly lifeless, ragdoll of a human being. It took alot of time for me to finally convince myself into leaving that dysfunctional house. It was a struggle. Maybe one of my greatest. Surely not my last.
This is 19th century France. The cool fall is heading my way. I was sixteen when I left that house. I was seventeen when I first joined, 'Veines Jeunes', a French burlesque troop. It was a new experience. I got paid pretty decently. The place just got over crowded. Im newly nineteen
River Flows Through YouFingers press to the keys, hands moving swift across the glossed white and black row. A head nods slightly as he plays out the slow, almost-melancholic beginning beats of the song as a melody, soft and oh so sweet, sings through the empty auditorium. A somewhat familiar shock of scarlet hair hangs over the face, hiding the feature and expression from view as the fingers continue their graceful dance across the keyboard, flashing and moving with an enviable ease.River Flows Through You2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Donghae peers over the edge of the catwalk where he's been watching for the better part of an hour now. His own fingers dig into the threadbare patch of carpetting that lines the walkway as long-forgotten popcorn, dusty and stale with age, bites into the soft skin under his nails. No real mind is paid, because it's not like this is the dirtiest they'll be today when he's just going to walk home after this and stick his hands under the hood of some car or another.
Donghae has lost count of how many of his afternoon free periods
Loki's Amulet pt. Twenty SevenTony’s Point of ViewLoki's Amulet pt. Twenty Seven10 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
We’d been fighting these things for the part hour, destroying about a thousand little toys and groaning as another wave was heading out way.
“Thor, how do we beat these guys?” I called, blasting a model plane as it buzzed by my head and turned to check on the house.
“I do not know, Loki would be much better at knowing the magic than I. Tony we do need him. We cannot continue fighting like this. (Y/n) is in danger.” Thor responded, smashing a small horde of ponies as they charged him.
“This still seems so wrong… how do we get Loki here?!” I growled.
“We do not. If I know my brother than he is already inside to keep (Y/n) safe.” Thor rolled his eyes slightly.
“Okay, so why hasn’t he stopped these things yet?” I blasted a whole row of things as they transformed in front of me.
“I am not sure, but until he does we must keep these things at bay.” Thor ordered.
Composing A Burlesque The room is dark, the only light comes from a spotlight pouring into the center of the stage.Composing A Burlesque3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
All is silent.
The figure, long and lean, clothed in a red and white suit, makes no movements. Silent is he, a figurine if not for the breaths he takes quietly and slowly. Whispers gradually fill the room as the audience awaits the performance.
The violin begins to play a tune that implies malice.
Or is it malice at all?
Joined by more stringed instruments it becomes grotesque and depressing. The performer's head lifts.
Speechless audience. Silent terror coming from them.
His face a mask, a terribly large smile spread across a clay mold. Dark shades beneath large slanted eyes. A nose pointing down. Brows
Burlesque"Look honey, I'm going to be working late tonight." He sounded disappointed over the phone as he walked through the parking lot towards Hedonism.Burlesque3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Again?" She replied, pausing in the motion of spreading on her red lipstick. "That's terrible! It can't go on, you're so tired all the time." She tried to keep the smirk out of her voice and continued to put on her lipstick, not particularly listening to what he had to say.
"Well, I'll see you when you get home ok? Buh-bye sweetie."
He ended the call with a self-satisfied smile she fell for it every time. He knew he'd made the right choice, marrying such a naive woman and one with a tidy stack of money to boot. He was living the dream.
He placed his mask over his face; Hedonism was an exclusive club that claimed it's patron's and burlesque girls' total privacy which meant masks, and according to individual taste, wigs, to ensure that all identities remained private. With his work clothes stashed in his car, he wore the more con
The House Chapter 1 This is what I do, whether or not I want too. A game, a masquerade, and even more of a lie were his life. Hearing the hum of the music downstairs and the laughter from the room next to the one he was in he rolled over on the soft sheets and tried to remember the last time he was happy, truly happy. He wished he was with his mother, he wished he was in his village, he wished too much. After all a slave didnt have a right to want, or too need for that matter.The House Chapter 16 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Stefan yawned as he smoothed his bangs out of his face and stared at the merchant behind him on the bed. It was early in the morning and all he really wanted to do was sleep again. The night was over, but now the day began. Standing he let the thin material fall from his nude form and did his best not to wake the patron. The young trader was more energetic than most of his regulars. Stretching and yawning again he reached over the dark haired man and grabbed at
Not over you yet.I spent four hours reading my book last night.Not over you yet.6 years ago in Teen More Like This
I had to. I had to distract myself from you.
From losing you.
I don't wish to dream of you any longer.
I don't want you to be in my dreams any more.
From now on, you are no longer a part of me, because i've realised,
I have never been a part of you.
Never have been and never will be.
I guess i always knew on some level,
I just never wanted to admit it.
For so long now you have been all i thought about.
Now i'm going to forget you easily.
It will be as easy as it was to fall in love with you.
Because what you did, although i have no right, it hurt me.
And i can't deal with the pain again.
I'm not sorry.
I don't wish to see you anymore.
I want you out of my life for good.
Whatever fucked up relationship we had, i no longer want.
It's such a shame,
I really thought we were getting close again.
I actually thought you were beginning to care.
Giess i was wrong eh?
Oh well... my bad.
I'll be over you soon enough.
Wish me lu
Las Vegas Lion part 1.Character appearances, just for clarification. The story starts after the sentence in bold font.Las Vegas Lion part 1.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ice: A ten foot tall giant with black hair and blue eyes. The hair forms a fringe over his eyes.
Crystal: She has curly black hair and bright black eyes. Crystal's about five feet eight inches tall.
Shadow Storm: Ice's pet dire wolf (absolutely non-human) with black fur and eyes. He is very fat with stick legs.
Megami: A brown-skinned girl with purple-pink hair and green eyes. She wears the pink healer's uniform.
Blezzo: A redheaded catboy with red eyes who wears a burgundy trenchcoat and burgundy trousers.
Patrick: He wears a black trenchcoat with green trimmings, otherwise, he looks like other alpha pirates. Pat has black punk hair and black eyes.
Emily Christina: Emily's a flapper-esque showgirl with yellow-brown hair and blue eyes. She normally powders her skin so that the paleness is not so obvious.
There was a showgirl...
A girl with black hair was hummi
The House Chapter 2 Roland looked over the numbers for the month and realized the profit of his master was beyond the realm of reality. He closed the ledger and stretched. The thin rimmed glasses slipped down to the very tip of his angular nose and he leaned back in the leather chair. Hed been at the large desk longer then he thought. Looking out the window he saw the sun was already high in the sky. Out of habit he tugged on his high collared shirt until he was sure the tattoo was completely covered.The House Chapter 25 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
He was a half breed and his ears werent nearly as elongated as the full blooded lowlanders. He could almost pass for normal if it wasnt for his masters crest tattooed in black on his neck. Resting his head on the cold oak of the desk he drummed his fingers. He was already packed for the outing and wasnt surprised this morning when Stefan showed up at the door telling him of the order.
He often went out when his ma