A Guardian's Story: Part 16 (Jack Frost x Cupid)(part 16)A Guardian's Story: Part 16 (Jack Frost x Cupid)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I couldn't remember the last time I'd shed a tear over anything besides a sentimental book here or there, so I had no idea I could even cry like this. It was uncontrollable and exhausting, and when the sobbing finally ceased, I felt completely empty. I relaxed my hands, only now realizing that I had been clutching fistfuls of the back of Jack's sweatshirt, and leaned back to support my own weight.
Jack's cold hands moved from my back to my shoulders to help steady me and he studied my face carefully, “Are you going to be ok?”
“I lost everything,” I whispered, trying to hide how hoarse my voice was now, “My senses, my arrows, and now my flight.”
I stretched out my wings and looked back at them to inspect the damage. They were thin and patchy, obviously missing a lot of feathers. It didn't escape my notice that my bow was now back in its holster behind me, tucked in through the tangled mess my hair had weaved itself in
Eternal Darkness - 2 As I knelt there, crying softly to myself like all the other times I had done before, I knew that I would be alone forever.Eternal Darkness - 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Time passed; what felt like hours were probably only minutes. Forcing myself, I manage to move, leaning back to kneel on my calves, rubbing my eyes clear of my tears.
I don't understand any of this. My small breakdown wasn't going to be as bad as I thought; I sigh slowly, looking about the area. The moon illuminated the damage I had done to the trees and rocks; some of the trees' branches were cracked and I glance at the ground beneath them, shaking my head at the small bits of ice beneath them. I made the branches fall…
Standing up, using my staff as support, I lost my footing and fell backwards on the ice, my head hitting the hard surface with a soft thud sound. "Ow…" I groan loudly, curling up on the ice and rubbing the back of my head. The spot that hurt stung, but I was trying my best to ignore it.
I stood up again, slowly, leaning on m
Eternal DarknessI'm cold… and alone. Only one person, one thing, one small voice was uttered to me in the past hundred years. I know who it is, I do. I can go in to towns and float about my own business wondering, why? Why can no one see me? Why can no one hear me? I try to walk out in front of things like cannon fire to see if something would end this torment, but no, the metal spheres just pass right through me like I was never there. I feel a bit of it, yes, but it doesn't hurt. Just a breeze.Eternal Darkness2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Who am I?
My name is Jack Frost.
The moon has been the only one to actually talk to me. He only did it once, though. He told me my name. That was it, and every time I tried to talk to him, I get silence. I've raced around the world, trying to get to higher points to see if that would help. The North Pole. Mount Everest. Mount Kilimanjaro. Human structures. I've shouted at the sky, night and day, sun and moon, thinking the sun would talk to me, too.
I get nothing from them.
Where am I now? I'm back wher
The Cartridge: Candy Kong TGThe Cartridge: Candy Kong TG9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Carl was an avid video game fan. He plays them pretty much all of his free time. One day, he was on eBay and found a cartidge for Donkey Kong 64 guarteeing it would change up his gaming experience. He decided he would buy it now as he wanted to play a game from his past again. After a week passed, the game arrived, and Carl went straight to his N64 and put it in and turned it on. It progressed rather normally, until he got to the point where he would meet Candy and get an insturment for his character. Upon entering, no one appeared on the screen and the console starting glowing. Then, a flash came from the television flashed on Carl as he appeared in the shack Candy should have been in. Then, Carl felt pain all over his body and he felt changes coming to him.
Carl's entire body began to grow brown fur from his head to just before his feet. His big toes moved to the side of his foot as his fingernails became painted pink. His hair grew out to great size, reaching past his shoulders, and
A Human PuzzleI myself am a puzzle, that you can't figure out.A Human Puzzle4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You'll never really know what I'm feeling,
And no one could ever understand why things hurt.
Things I cry over, are silly to other people.
I fall hard when I fall, and never has anyone decided to catch me.
I crave companionship and friends,
My worst nightmare is being abandoned, left by everyone I care about.
Pieces of me and my thoughts don't always fit together,
Others can't be found. They're strewn about, tossed on the floor.
Some people throw me around, not realizing the effects they have.
But still I resist. I am too strong, too stubborn.
I refuse to be solved,
I will never be solved,
I can't be solved.
Chapter One: Dark BeautyChapter One: Dark Beauty5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Gazette: Aoi
Chapter One: Dark Beauty
He has been there for about an hour now. Aoi walked around the nightclub to find some excitement to end his boredom. He stopped dead in his tracks because he felt like someone was watching him. He continued to stand there for what seemed like an eternity. Aoi quickly turned his head and continued walking, walking wherever his feet would take him. As Aoi started walking off, the man continued to stare at Aoi, with lust in his eyes.
Aoi soon found himself outside of the club. Since he was outside, he figured he would go home and get some rest. But one thing, or should I say, a certain person kept invading his mind.
"What the hell?" Aoi asked himself, "Get the hell out of my head!" he half yelled to no one in particular.
It would usually take Aoi fifteen minutes to get home from the club, but he decided to take a shortcut. A shortcut which would change his life, FOREVER! XD
'Mental note: Never take a shortcut!' he thought.
"Now, how in the hell do
TATTOOPaint me, Pierce my fleshTATTOO8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a canvas, you're the paint
I am model for your art
Model for the object in your heart
So pick your brush, and pic your drug
Put it in me, Put it on me
This aint rebellion
This aint a phase
Aint doin it for praise
But I want you in my skin
In and Under where no one has been
You'll be the secret no one has seen
Put it in me, Put it on me
When I am grown or when I am old
You're the secret I wont hold
A regret, a folly of youth
In my skin, inside my heart
A metal dart
succubus poemsuccubus poem8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He was shy and he was ugly
Never had a friend
Lived alone in the city
Long nights without end
He would watch the women
Walk the midnight street
How he craved their beauty
To make his life complete.
And then a voice from the darkness
Said "Brother, ain't you heard?
Succubus...is a masculine word."
He looked in the mirror
And what did he see
But the body of a woman
Just as pretty as could be.
She had the moves and the mystery
She had the pulling power
She was all he'd ever wanted
In that endless midnight hour.
She had to laugh like a demon
'Cause the truth was so absurd:
Succubus...is a masculine word.
Now she goes out every evening
And plays the devil's whore
And he wakes up every morning
Sick and scared, and craving more
He can't control the demon
He doesn't want to try
And if she ever left him
He knows that he would die.
She leads others to damnation
While his own is just deferred
And the boundary between them
Every day becomes more blurred
It's the strangest transformation
Sonic Underground page 8Sonic Underground page 86 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A van goes in the forest .
Amy: Okay Were here So everybody out out out!!! *pushes the guy next to him out*
Guy Hedgehog next to Amy: *falls on the ground* Ow! *stands up* Crazy girl
A girl hedgehog: *comes out from the van* So where exactly are we?
Manic: In Green Forrest not being very green though.
Sonic: *jumps down from the roof* Yeah! But heres no cops or robots! So youre all here safe!
Amy: *comes out of the van too* I thought this place would be a great place for a hide out for all the hedgehogs that is!
Manic: Specially blue ones! What if theres hedgehogs that are bluish purple?
Sonic: I bet Eggmans a bit colorblind on that. *goes to look for the hole on the ground*
Girl hedgehog: Wait a sec Hes putting hedgehogs in jail because..?
Amy: You dont know? Eggman hates hedgehogs only because Sonic happens to be a hedgehog.
Girl hedgehog: So I can blame you for al
The Words I Didn't MeanThe Words I Didn't Mean3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Words I Didn't Mean
Your last steps seemed to echo
While I watched you walk away
You're leaving me in our love's shadow
And all I can feel is a piece of me break away
The shock starts to sink in
Every pore is conquered
A fissure begins within
I'm torn asunder
Liquid memories drip from my face
My heart will always remember this kind of pain
The love that was shown on this day will remain in vain
I didn't know how much passion could weigh
Or the damage it could do when it betrays
Fused with the words that I never even wanted to say
Compassionless by nature / A lonesome torture
Unloved by liars / Sought by manipulators
Breathing in shards / Tearing out hearts
Caught off-guard / Soul is scarred
The regrets won't let me breathe
The thick tears protect me from what I don't want to see
This fresh wound over my chest is where your place used to be
Pathetically rooted by my knees
I reach for you through the debris
Even though there's no one who can salvage me
Left alone - Eiji.AndrewEiji wasnt a big person. He was very much on the smaller side of things. His temper, just the same as his height, was legendarily short. Andrew had held off telling him about how hed been feeling recently just because of that.Left alone - Eiji.Andrew6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
What do you mean youre feeling lonely? Eiji scoffed, I know I work a lot but can't be lonely. I'm not lonely, and we live together. How does that even work?.
Andrew groaned, I tell you Im feeling lonely and you immediately throw it off because youre not. He stood up, clenching his fists, Youre lucky I dont even think to mention youre not lonely because youre fucking anyone who wants it.
Oh, dont shoot that gun. Eiji warned.
Andrew was fuming, and he was swearing - and only two minutes into the argument. This wasnt going to just blow over.
Are you really lonely or are you just angry Im getting some away from you?
Slicing Inside and OutSlicing Inside and Out3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like railroad tracks
that carry me nowhere.
barricading me inside.
I tear at myself,
to make the pain go away.
Make it stop
make the suffering end
as I slice these lines
across my skin
red as ruby.
What have I done?
I hug myself
and try to stop the tears.
the endless cycle
can I make it stop?
Can I . . . end it?
I Want To Live In A World Without GodI want to live in a world without GodI Want To Live In A World Without God1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Without the dream of Heaven
Or simple fear of Hell,
Without the love of one
Who would be so willing
To destroy under the pretense
Of a higher meaning,
Oppresively stopping me
From even simply lying
Even if its to myself,
To my own heart and mind
Or loving someone completely
Since he'll rip them away from me
To appease his own jealousy
Without the punishment of death
A testament to the cruelty
Of this so called Saviour
Who would allow us to live
To fight our battles
In a bitter world of his own design
While leaving us with
The complete certainity
That the war has already been lost .
Without the cruelty of pain
That builds with the progression of life
Mounts after every year
Attacks after every second.
I instead want to live in a world
Molded within my own selfishness
One without children sitting on the streets
With arms so thin
They aren't be able pick up
The bread you try to hand to them.
fall asleep with me tonight.If I wrote you a lullaby with verses of moonlit, fogged breath and a chorus of heartbeats- would you fall asleep with our melody in your palms?fall asleep with me tonight.6 years ago in General More Like This
I lie awake at night and watch traffic lights outside my window shout RED into the peace quiet and occasional hazy rev of traffic. I lie awake and shiver through layers and wish to silent stars it wasnt winter, wish the nighttime cool wouldnt paint quite so many goose bumps on my skin and make my eyelids so cold. I lie awake at night and night-dream without sleep- about you and all your eyelashes and beautiful wordings.
I like the way your collarbone lies horizontally beneath your neck, resting on light shoulders. God must have hidden it beneath your peach skin in a hurry, because with hurried hands he didnt push it in quite far enough. I imagine him assembling you, I envisage your organs and elongated limbs before you were in a single piece, a mess-heap of portions and parts of beautiful. I would have liked to build you up my
25 Rules For Writing S. SnapeThey say a rule was never made that hadn't been broken. In this case whoever "they" are...are right. I've come across a lot of horrid fan fiction in my day, but if there's one thing that really really bothers me, it's a poorly written Severus Snape. Therefore, I have compiled these twenty-five simple rules to aid authors in writing him.25 Rules For Writing S. Snape7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
25 Rules for Writing Severus Snape
By Lauren K.
Rule Number One:
Severus Snape is a Potions Master who has been known to have been a spy, as well as exhibit extensive knowledge of the Dark Arts. The fact that I need to state this as a rule makes me die a little inside.
Rule Number Two:
Severus Snape does not refer to students by their first names unless otherwise instructed, and even then it takes effort.
Rule Number Three:
Severus Snape is not interested in anyone's personal life unless it has some bearing upon his own. Any interest shown would be done so begrudgingly.
Rule Number Four:
Severus Snape portra
Allen x Reader - Sweets RQAllen x Reader - Sweets RQ1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
“That would be 15 dollars please!” You said giving the white smile as he dug into his pant pocket handing you a 20 dollar bill. His face looked a little flushed but you went to grab the money and brushed hands as you giggled.
“Heres your change.” Handing him the correct change you smile again and wave your hand to him.
“Thanks.” Was all he said and grabbed his bag full of candy. You had to say he was pretty cute looking from his white hair to his stone like eyes.
“Have a nice day! and happy new year!” You yelled out to the boy as he turned and rushed out of the store you worked in.
Sighing you looked at your watch on your wrist to see it was a few minutes after your shift. Blowing out air you threw off your apron and nicely folded it under the counter taking the keys from your pockets and walked through the store to see if there was anyone else or anything out of order.
Seeing as everything was intact you grabbed your coat and bag an
Crona X Kid YAOICrona woke up to a slap on the side of the head. He jolted up in shock. "E-eh?!" He put his hand on his throbbing cheek tearing up. Ragnarok (Chibi) yelled at him, as always.Crona X Kid YAOI3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Crona! I'm thirsty! Go get me some orange juice!"
He crawled out of his bed feeling drowsy, still in pain. He was slowly dragging himself to check the time on the clock. He shot up wide awake.
"I-its seven! I'm g-gonna be late!" Crona cried, noticing the time. When he went to gobble up his food, he remembered Ragnarok's orange juice. Crona was rushing towards the fridge until he heard eight light tapings on the door.
"C-come in!" He yelled, thinking it was Maka. He opened the fridge, grabbed the orange juice and hastily turned around. Crona yelped and felt his fingers loose hold of the carton.
Ragnarok gave him a smack on head again calling him an imbecile.
His face turned a light red as he stared into the face of Death the Kid. His golden eyes were sparkling.
"H-hi Death the K-kid." He stut
You YouYou6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You left me with my heart in peices, You see me in the halls, You laugh and snicker with your friends,You can't leave me alone what did I do to you?,You won't talk to me with them around,You don't know how I feel,You found somebody else now so why can't you leave me alone?,You think I care when she's around but deep inside I wish you would leave this town,You want to look big and bad but you really are just a tick sucking life out of people,You think you are the life of the party but really you are a fake mishap,You think everybody cares about you but really you're just a load of crap,You walk in the room everybody is silent you make your presence known
complex loveHatecomplex love5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Hate can be a beautiful thing
But so hard to completely comprehend
It plays tricks on my mind
I can ask myself why, WHY!
An yet I keeps silent
I love you so , I hate you so
Love is merciless
It doesn't care about how and were
No rules apply
Suddenly you fall in love
So deeply and completely
That you'll lose your mind
I love so , I hate you so
So you think you know pain!?
You know nothing of pain!
Pain is no physical feeling
It's not that sensation when you get burned or cut
Pain is loves punishment
When you do not respond when it calls
I love you so , I hate you so
Loneliness is when you can't be whit "that" person
Of which you affection seem so fond
Because of simple matter of gender
Being in love whit a boy
And being one yourself
Can truly cause you pain
I love you so I hate you so
Many claims that love is "pure"
I can tell you its not
'cause when I see you walk away
EmosEmosEmos6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Emo doesn't mean u cut.
Emo doesn't mean ur gay.
Emo doesn't mean ur suicidal.
Emo isn't something u act out.
Emo isn't something that can die off.
Emo isn't depressed.
Emo is people.
Emo is free.
Free to be u.
Valentines Aoi-UruhaUruha flipped through a magazine decorated with red hearts and filled with dazzling pieces of jewellery one could only find in the month of February. He turned the pages slowly, sluggishly, with his fingers brushing over each piece of notable interest: Silver twirling hearts fastened to rings of rose and golden gold, white gold necklaces with pairs of rose gold hearts twined together around infinity symbols, and many other such things he would love to adorn himself with sometime. His back was bent over delicately with the uncharacteristically plain shirt he was wearing ridding up and displaying the pale skin of his lower back as he scoured through the well-used magazine, which had only come out the week before.Valentines Aoi-Uruha5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He sighed as the sound of the shower stopped in the background, like an annoying hum gone silent, and closed the book with an even slower, heavy thumb and slid it under the pile of magazines kept beneath the low, living room table with the glass top. Aoi had never really celebra
SH - Bedside MannerWaiting Room Part 2SH - Bedside Manner4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The approaching surgeon pulled down his mask. "Doctor Watson?"
I nodded once, slowly.
"Now, you're a medical man, so I'm sure you'll understand you will have to be as careful and as quiet as you can don't knock the bed, or touch the equipment and he's not currently awake, but if you want to, you can see him anyway-"
"Wait what?" I asked, turning my head sharply to look at him. "See him? I can see him?"
A sympathetic smile crossed the surgeon's tired face as he continued, "Yes, you can. Mr Sherlock Holmes is alive, and we expect him to wake up any minute now."
Sherlock . . . .
It would have been easier to believe he'd died. It would have been more realistic. I hadn't thought real life had happy endings.
Ink and SmokeInk and Smoke3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She loved the scent
of ink and smoke -
and the way strangers
caressed her name
like the verdant rushes
rolling off the river bank,
or a low slung
across the floor.
Mornings found her
where the light
and the cat's tale
lingered like a secret,
waking her from dreams
brighter than early frost.
But it was night
that bought and sold her,
made her heart a trinket,
dressing her in silk
as new as nuptials -
that flagrant shade of flush
and the rough and tumble
of her hips
serenading the world