tko znatko zna4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
tko zna odakle sam ja dosao
sa kojih obala doplovio
i kamo se uputio
da li negdje gdje nitko nije bio?
u dan koji nitko nije vidio?
da li je sve ovo bilo
..da bi tebe susreo?
..i sebe.. naravno
One more memory Chapter 5One more memory Chapter 54 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ryeowook stayed in bed the rest of the night, never falling asleep. Kyuhyun checked on him once or twice, all that could be seen was a jumbled web of the purple comforter and a lump that was visibly trembling. When he felt that it was most likely day he crawled out, and sure enough the sun was there with it's smile. Warming h is skin and drying his tears. It made him think of the American song he once heard.
Woke up this morning, smiled with the rising sun.Three little birds, pitch by my doorstep, singing sweet songs. Of melodies pure and true.
Sayin' : This is my message to you.
He hummed the tune as he got out of bed, he knew that he had to move on. He decided that it was good that Kyuhyun said he didn't love him anymore, he would've held on forever if he hadn't. He would always love Kyuhyun, he was his first love. But he would move on. It couldn't be that hard could it?
He walked downstairs into the kitchen where Kyuhyun sat, but someone else was with him. It was the girl
Dream of the Past Chapter 1Dream of the Past Chapter 14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The soft pitter-patter of rain hitting the windowpane had managed to pull a certain German out his sleep. Shifting to find a better position in bed, Ludwig ended up curling up next to another person in bed. A flash of lightning lit up the room, and a few seconds later the windows shook with the following thunder. Any hope of getting back to sleep was lost as the lightning became more frequent. Sighing, Ludwig sat up in bed. A slight nagging sensation at the back of his mind became more intense as he became more alert. He had had a strange dream.
But what was it about?
He shook his head to try and rid himself of the foggy dream. A soft snore brought his attention back to his bed. Ludwig chuckled, Feli had snuck into his bed again. The female lay sprawled out on the other half of his bed, with her half of the covers around her ankles and her auburn hair fanned out across her pillow. She was wearing the dress shirt he had lent her, since he refused to let her run around his house i
HateHate3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hate: a intense hostility and aversion usually deriving from fear, anger, or sense of injury b:extreme dislike or antipathy; loathing c:an object of hatred. That's a dictionary definition. My mom's definition: Hate as close to your heart as love. I find that to be true. But I also see hate as a motivator. For example, most women hate spider, so they scream. Now what motivated them to scream? Their hate of that spider. But hatred can consume you. And I'm not talking about hatred for a spider. I'm talking about hatred for a certain person, place or thing. Like in this book I recently read, the hero hated a "thing" because that "thing" killed his family in front of his eyes as a little boy. I would be pretty pissed as well. That hatred can shape us and define us. But I have a question for those haters: What happens when the hate goes away? Is there emptiness, or a feeling of fulfilling something? Ask yourself that simple question.Is hate worth loosing yourself to it? Is it worth the end r
::lulling the storm::::lulling the storm::4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Hours later her thrashing stilled. She drifted around the planet, lids heavy. Dread and shock numbed her but still she clung to orbit, watching the grey clouds dissipate.
The earth called to her through its outer thermosphere where satellites drifted. It sent wind that brushed across her like ocean waves welcoming its wandering residents home. It urged her gaze away from the destruction she had caused along its surface, across purple-shadowed mountains to a place where sun danced across waves of grass just waking from winter's chill. She stared dully, not feeling anything. So she had caused death. Shame on her. How horrible. She turned away.
Before she looked out at the stars again she caught movement and turned back.
Snaking between the swaying browned grass with sparse new yellow flowers was a rain-slicked dirt road. Puddles reflected her grey eye back to her like mirrors to the heavens. Tracks from tires, animals, and boots painted a story along the road. Telephone poles glistened;
L-O-V-EL-O-V-E3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's only a four letter word,
But it still packs a punch,
And each letter has a different meaning.
The L stands for the late nights
That I spend up talking with you
When I should be doing my homework.
The O stands for opposites,
Because they really do attract;
You and I are the living proof.
The V stands for validity,
Because I've never known something
As true as what we have.
The E stands for eternal,
For the thought of you and I
Will be forever engraved in my smile.
So you see,
The best things do come
In small packages,
Because though the word is short,
It's one of my favorites
And always will be.
GermanyxReader: Broken Path Home/Life is BeautifulGermanyxReader: Broken Path Home/Life is Beautiful3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You awoke to the sound of your alarm, singing at you the acoustic version of "Life is Beautiful" by Sixx A.M.
~Just open your eyes,just open your eyes and see that life is beautiful!
You blinked at the calendar next to your bed. It was Jan. 23. Day 156 without your deployed fiancé by your side. Day 156 of fearing telephone calls and doorbell rings. Day 156 of not knowing if the love of your life would make it home after the war.
You sat up in your bed, lazily walking over to the alarm clock and turning it off. "C'mon..." you grumbled "It's Saturday..." You wanted to go back to bed, but you knew you'd only have more nightmares, so you shuffled into your living room and turned on the news. "It's probably just fundraisers and gas prices. Can't hurt to wa----" The headline of the next story popped up and made your voice catch.
"Camp Anaconda bombed. 38 civilian casualties, 82 soldiers wounded, 23 soldiers dead."
Tears of pure fear began to fill your eyes. Wa
Sly: Thin Line of Fate, Ch 3Sly: Thin Line of Fate, Ch 34 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: Sly Cooper, the Cooper Gang and all related characters are properties of Sucker Punch. Cortana Brea Harlow and other characters are owned by me, Breanna Edwards. This story isn't for profit, please don't sue. I'm just a huge fan.
Sly Cooper: Walking the Thin Line of Fate
The Grand Museum of Art was surrounded by Interpol squad cars and agents, the whole place turned into another crime scene. Lieutenant Sebastian Harlow took careful examinations and photographs of the bare platform where the Prima Madonna sat before the intrusion. Inspector Carmelita Fox simmered, tapping her fingers on the wall next to the broken window. Yellow eyes that burned with a furious determination darted around below in the streets, looking for any sign for where they could have gone. She had them, right there. Today HAD to be the day where she was a terrible shot. It was just her luck.
Lt. Harlow stepped o
a window opena window opena window open8 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
to breathe in love
the cricket's serenade
My Heavily Caffeinated Heart 4My Heavily Caffeinated Heart 43 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My Heavily Caffeinated Heart
Macchiato Part 2
The coloured lights pulsed and reflected off every surface, every cocktail and every bottle showcased in the shelving behind the bar. The sweaty throng of dancers flocked together, twisting their bodies to the rhythmic shapes of the music in the humid air. They worshipped the DJ, elevated on his podium. They were his disciples and we would join in their cause.
"What do you reckon?" I raised my voice to ask Chris.
"Seems alright but I want a drink." He responded and turned to the bar
"Nah, no, no, get out there and scout the war zone. I'll get the drinks."
Chris raised his blonde eyebrows once, glanced towards the bar longingly and then finally spun on his heels and trudged towards the dance floor. I swaggered up to the bench, looking around at the other people eagerly awaiting service. I ordered two beers for Chris and myself. Turning abruptly, I accidentally knocked the arm of a dark haired guy who was carrying three drinks, causin
Unexpected Magic - PW-R-067Unexpected MagicUnexpected Magic - PW-R-0672 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“So you’re an Aura Guardian. I’ve heard of them, but I thought they were just legends.”
“I can’t blame you; there aren’t a lot of us left.” As the trio walked along to where his equipment was being held pending pickup, Nicholas sighed softly as he explained, “In times long past, Aura Guardians like myself would travel the world, helping people and, if they were able, teaching others in our ways. But between the gift being rare and population growth, it’s getting harder to find others who can manipulate Aura.”
“Sounds like you could use a newsletter or something.” The shorter man chuckled at his joke, and Jake asked further, “So what’s the difference between Aura and psychic powers? I mean, they both do the same thing, don’t they?”
“Yes and no. They can accomplish the same things, but they’re derived from difference sources. An Au
A Light in the DarkA Light in the DarkA Light in the Dark5 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
“I’m withdrawing my application, ma’am.”
Spitfire had heard a number of phrases uttered in her offices at the Wonderbolts Academy, but this was one phrase that rarely reached her ears. She was fresh from having qualified Cloudsdale for the Aerial Relay in the upcoming Equestria Games, and had expected to return to her offices to praise and cheers, not to a young officer holding an application in her office and declaring that she was withdrawing it. “You care to explain yourself…?” she briefly glanced at the rank insignias on the mare’s uniform before continuing, “…Lieutenant…?”
“Sunrunner, ma’am. And I don’t think I need to explain myself. I’m withdrawing my application to join the Wonderbolts.”
Spitfire looked over the mare before her. She was well-built for a pegasus racer, with a light amber coat and cyan eyes, her crimson and yellow m
not much we can do about itnot much we can do about it3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't you remember when you were young?
When the world seemed so bright.
The stars shined ever so bright every night.
You were happy to just play all day,
Never knew you were wasting your life away.
You were a child,
and to you the future was so bright.
You couldn't wait to grow up and make a difference,
to show the world who you were.
But then you grew up.
You had to go to school.
Your wild spirit was labeled as a mental defect.
You were told to shut up and sit down.
They didn't care what you stood for,
because you were a child,
and children don't know what they're talking about, right?
Through the years you were told you were wrong so many times,
you believed it yourself.
You believed that you were stupid,
that you needed to work harder and pay better attention.
But that didn't work did it?
So you were still labeled.
years passed and the labels grew,
Control your emotions 10Discl: Naruto is property of Masashi KishimotoControl your emotions 104 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A seven-year-old boy with scars on his cheeks stood in the middle of the street, glaring head-on right back at the people who gave him dirty looks. Some people spit in his direction, though the saliva would never be able to cross such a distance anyway. Women guided their children away from him, whispering things like, "Don't look at him" and "If I ever catch you with that boy you'll be grounded for a month".
The child raised his fists, shouting, "I'm not a demon! Anyone who calls me a demon again GOES DOWN!"
It was the first time he had said such a thing, and he could tell it surprised the people surrounding him. But he was fed up with being silent and letting them do as they pleased. He'd tried that, and they only treated him worse.
"What a smug child."
"He should be locked up."
"THAT'S IT!" the blonde boy screamed,