Turn My World Upside DownPlease....I Can't Take This TormentTurn My World Upside Down5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I Know You Can't Hear My Screams
You Washed Away The Best Of Me
I Only Sleep
To End Up Dreaming Of You
You Tore Out My Heart, Left It There To Bleed
It Was Like A Punch In The Face Leaving A Mark
It Was My First Mistake
Why Can't I Stay Mad At You?
I Still Deep Down Inside
So Why Did I Let You Turn My World Upside Down?
Someone I Once Knew...It's Sad When Someone I Know,Someone I Once Knew...6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Becomes Someone I Knew
And Some One I Loved Becomes,
Someone I Now Hate,
When I Held On
All You Did Was Let go...
I Told My Self I Hate Him,
Said I Never Want To Hear Of Him Again,
Said I Was Over Him.
I Said That With Tears In My Eyes.....
Because I Was LYING....
Under Pressure24.5- Adommychapter 24.5 (alternative ending to flash back)Under Pressure24.5- Adommy4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
this one isn't as mature, but its still got the same things basically.
No. Please no.
I tried to force myself not to, but I looked at him.
I grabbed Tommy's arm, him seeming just as scared as I was.
"Well, aren't you two a cute couple."
The voice, the voice that haunts me in my dreams. I thought I heard the last of it. I was mistaken.
Cute couple That's what people used to call us. How wrong they were. He was a poisonous, violent, cold-hearted boy. He took everything away from me. Everything.
And now he's here, he has been here, living among me. No where I will go will ever be free of him, of his memories.
Suddenly I became aware of a growing pain in my head, under the new wound. There is an old scar beneath that fresh one. One that was caused by him. That was the last day we were together. He hit me so hard that I was sent to the ground and slammed my head on the brick
somehow endedtakesomehow ended5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bits and pieces of my words.
mold them to your desire;
this is what they mean to
tell me that
i love you
in a way only i understand.
do i really?
i love the word
for it speaks of my mind
scattered and clattered
by his musical
ricochetet off the walls.
he's far less (yet very close)
tell me again why you
i love you,
i love you,
the moon and the
stars are no surprise.
i've fallen right here.
Silver -chp 10--Chapter 10-Silver -chp 10-4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As Rosette continued painting the feminine features on the face of a mannequin that was to be used in an upcoming production, it was hard for her to see, due to her tired eyes. For roughly ten hours she had been scrubbing boards, drawing measurements for platforms, stitching up costumes, and now she was adding detail to a wooden face where none was needed. Anything that she could find to distract her mind was welcomed, but sadly, there was little to be done today. She made up jobs, frequently redoing other people's work. Her fingers were hurting her. There was no telling how many times she had pricked them while mindlessly stitching bows and flowers to tutus.
She knew Andrea would tell her nothing. That was his nature. Just as she was protective of Andrea, Andrea was protective of Rosette. Both were stubborn; a trait they had inherited from their father. If Andrea
ArgChi: Capitulo 2Un molesto ruido lo despertó. Lo ignoro. La resaca hacia que cualquier cosa lo pongo de mal humor y el teléfono no era la excepción. El timbrido ceso pero Martín no volvió a lograr dormirse ya que un nuevo sonido apareció: su celular. Ni siquiera se movió. El tono de llamada siguió sonando un y otra vez, hasta que con furia asesina lo agarro. "Llamada Entrante, SEBAS". Rechazo la llamada y tecleo un mensaje de texto;ArgChi: Capitulo 22 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Tengo resaca, no me rompas las pelotas"
Después se disculparía. Quizá. Gruño cuando el sonido molesto le corto el hilo somnoliento."Un nuevo mensaje, SEBAS". Pulso aceptar y ojeo.
"Estaba preocupado " el argentino sonrió con cariño al leer la primera línea. " pero es bueno saber que no cometiste una estupidez. Aunque estoy un poco sorprendido por eso."
"Gracias (sarcasmo mode on)"
Martín ya estaba totalmente despierto y por la luz que se filtro por la ventana, pod
ArgChi: Capitulo 5-Uffaaaa, no quiero que te vayas- Se quejo el argentino poniendo cara de perrito abandonado.ArgChi: Capitulo 52 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
-Voy pa' mi casa y vuelvo, no me puedo quedar acá para siempre, weon- Resoplo Manuel.
-¿Y por qué no?
La pregunta inocente del rubio evidentemente lo sorprendió.
-P-porque tengo mi casa y no poh no se.- Dijo sin encontrar realmente una escusa.
-Sí, lo que dig-
Manuel lo miro para ver si hablaba en serio. Trágicamente sí lo hacía.
-Dije que vuelvo y si lo dije es suficiente, weon.- Suspiro algo avergonzado.
Martín se lanzo en sus brazos, sonriendo con un niño al que le acaban de regalar un dulce, o un elefante.
-Está bien.- Dijo antes de darle un beso corto y volver a la cocina.
-Hum- Respondió el chileno mas para sí mismo que para que el otro lo escuchara, saliendo de la casa.
El argentino se puso a "limpiar" y a cocinarse, pensando en que podía cocinarle al chileno un asado
ArgChi: PrologoY le gano.ArgChi: Prologo2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
No importa si fue injusto (porque lo fue), no importa si estaba en desventaja (porque lo estaba) y mucho menos va a importar los problemas internos que sufría (porque los sufría). Ya no importa. Ya perdió.
Aunque al argentino le doliera en el alma, aunque tuviera ganas de llorar desconsoladamente hasta quedarse dormido, él no podía, tenía que seguir adelante.
Victoria ya no estaba, su musa de cabellos marrones y ojos vivaces, la chica que había adorado hasta el día de hoy, ella que siempre había estado ahí ella, que ya no está más.
-Maldito ingles hijo de la re mil puta que te re mil pario- Mascullo el argentino corriéndose el pelo que le caía por la frente como un gesto de cansancio.
Cegado por problemas internos, lucho como pudo y el supo desde el principio que no sería suficiente. Meterse en una guerra con los ingleses había sido una idea (impulso) totalmente estúpida, pero er
My Little Hetalia-What My Cutie Mark is Telling MeMy Little Hetalia-What My Cutie Mark is Telling Me1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
These maple leaves are sticky, The sap is everywhere
I cannot seem to get any this just doesn't seem fair
It's up to me to get some, cause plainly you can see
It's got to be my destiny
And it's what my cutie mark is telling me
I try to keep them laughing, put a smile upon their face
But no matter what I try it seems a bit of a disgrace
I have to entertain them, it's there for all to see
It's got to be my destiny
And it's what my cutie mark is telling me
I don't care much for animals and chasing them ain't such a hoot
No matter what I try I cannot FIX THIS BUSTED WATER CHUTE
I've got so many chores to do, it's no fun being me
But it has to be my destiny
'Cause it's what my cutie mark is telling me
I try to save relationships, To keep them all happy
But instead I just keep breaking hearts, I'm under some distress
Could you give me a hand here and help me fix this mess?
My destiny is not pretty
But it's what my cutie mark is telling me
I'm in l
ArgChi: Capitulo 3Martín no tenía ni idea de por qué Manu se había ido así, ¿Algo andaba mal?ArgChi: Capitulo 32 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Pero por supuesto, el argentino no sabía que Manuel se estaba volviendo loco, porque se estaba dando cuenta que estaba empezando a sentir ciertos sentimientos que de ninguna manera deberían estar ahí. Pero estaban.
Obviamente, Martín no tenía ni la menor idea de esto, es por eso que a la tarde, casi noche, volvió a llamar al chileno.
-Ah, vo'- Solo le contesto.
-Sí, yo. Nunca te llevaste los pantalones, boludo. Venite a comer
-No me quedo a comer.- Y corto, así de frio, dejando al rubio un poco sorprendido.
No importa, se dijo, ya lo iba a convencer. Hizo la comida para dos, algo sencillo. Se sentó a mirar tele. Se aburrió. Era diferente estar ahora solo. No le gustaba. Cuando tocaron la puerta, salto contento y le abrió con una sonrisa.
-Dame los pantalones y me voy, weon.
-Nope, te quedas a comer.
-No, me voy.
ArgChi: Capitulo 4-Si a tu corazón yo llego igual, todo siempre se podrá elegirArgChi: Capitulo 42 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Martín estaba ahí, brillante, en frente suyo. Muy cerca.
- No me escribas la pared, solo quiero estar entre tu piel
Con esa sonrisa que hacia resplandecer al mundo, con sus mechones desordenados color oro y esos ojos divinos que tenía, en este momento, parecía el sol de su vida.
- Y si acaso no brillara el sol y quedara yo atrapado aquí, no vería la razón de seguir viviendo sin tu amor
Se le acercó, más cerca de lo que estaban, más cerca de lo que habían estado siempre. Solo más cerca.
- Y hoy que enloquecido vuelvo buscando tu querer, no queda más que viento, no queda más que viento
Todo era tan tranquilo, pero tan desprolijo al mismo tiempo Manuel solo quería romper esa mínima distancia que separaba sus labios de los del rubio.
- y si acaso no brillara el sol y quedara yo atrapado aqu&
Sombras Duales - Capitulo 1Manuel entró de manera un poco tímida. El ambiente era pesado y aquella oficina era la que todos procuraban evitar.Sombras Duales - Capitulo 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Suspiró y puso en orden sus pensamientos, después de todo, era meramente por trabajo.
Su mirada se cruzó con los ojos celestes que, desde la primera vez que se los topó, supo que ese color no era una simple casualidad. Frialdad, organización y perfección de hierro era lo que reflejaban sus ojos. Y, a su vez, su personalidad.
El chileno se aclaró la garganta para poder hablar. Siempre se sentía un tanto intimidado cuando se encontraba cerca del alemán.
― Ludwig... ― Llamó el castaño, intentando que no se pusiera en evidencia la inseguridad de su voz ― Gilbert me mandó aquí. Hemm... dice que tú ya...
El menor frunció el ceño levemente. No le gustaba ser interrumpido.
― ¿Y entonces?
Forgotten Secret Ch1I remember perfectly how it all happened. Yes, I remember every detail of that fateful day perfectly. I remember every move that I made, every word that was said and every step that was taken. I remember every place that was visited that day, whether this was a normal thing or not, and every person that I saw, that in reality were quite few. I indeed remember every detail of that fateful and horrible day, that has been cursing me for the past centuries, not leaving me at any time, and all because of the terrible consequences that it had and all the unwanted changes that it made on me and on my life, turning it from something perfect and cherished into something quite the opposite, destroying all of my happiness and turning it into revenge and hate, but thankfully sparing some for the immortal being that I am now, cursed to keep on hating what I now am. I remember perfectly how it happened, and I will recall it now once again from where I am sitting in this bar waiting for another missiForgotten Secret Ch14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
ArgChi: Capitulo 1El ruido despertó a Manuel.ArgChi: Capitulo 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Abrió los ojos con somnolencia mientras bostezaba y casi le agarra un paro cardiaco cuando se dio cuenta que estaba en la cama de Martín y le faltaban los pantalones.
El chileno repaso los acontecimientos del día anterior. Miguel le comento la mala semana que estaba pasando el argentino. Fue a su casa a verlo. Lo consoló. Tomaron un par de cervezas oh dios. Después de eso, no se acordaba de nada.
¡Ah! Había derramado algo de cerveza sin querer en sus pantalones y él se los saco, o algo así. Ni puta idea donde estaban en este momento.
La puerta del baño se abrió y el argentino sonrió, saludándolo.
-Buen diaaa, te despertaste. Dormís como elefante drogado cuando te pones en pedo
Manuel se tapo con el brazo la nariz, en un intento de frenar la hemorragia nasal que sentía venir.
El argentino había salido del baño (aparentemente de
The Magician's Assistant's CostumeThe Magician's Assistant's CostumeThe Magician's Assistant's Costume8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
As Marley left the train, her reception committee, aunt Angela and her husband Gregor, were already waiting and a wide smile appeared on the girl's freckled face. The sixteen-year old bolted over the platform, doing her best to imitate a bouncy ball. "Auntie! Gregor!" she cried out, pony-tailed blond hair flying behind, and flung her arms around her aunt's neck.
"Easy, girl!" Angela, a quite attractive woman still short of forty, replied laughing, her husband grinning at the scene, but she returned her niece's powerful hug. "Do you want to kill me?"
Marley smiled. "Never!" she exclaimed, "You're my favorite aunt, after all. But I'm SO excited! That's going to be the best two weeks of my life, accompanying you on your tour!"
Her aunt chuckled
Chaotic Order Chapter 13, part 1"Guys, please listen to me!" Twilight pleaded to the massive angry crowd before her.Chaotic Order Chapter 13, part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But no one even bothered listening to her, they all assumed her mind had been corrupted by Discord, who stood over Twilight protectively while glares and sneers directed at him.
The moonlight seemed to be fading and darkness seemed to surround them even more as Twilight stood closer to Discord, never daring to break away from his side.
"Listen to me Twilight!" One shouted. "Discord's totally got you mind-racked!"
"Mind-racked?" The unicorn repeated in utter horror by such an accusation toward her best friend.
"Oh, really, is that all they assume I did?" Discord spoke sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
Twilight's eyes glistened as she gazed up at Discord. The Spirit of Chaos and Disharmony looked down at her, his mismatched eyes assuring her that what he was receiving by her friends and loved ones was much expected. He placed a gentle paw on her backside, soothing her fears just temporarily, encouragin
Obsessed With Doctor Who WhenObsessed with Doctor Who when....Obsessed With Doctor Who When3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
1. You think fezzes are cool.
2. you think bowties are cool and you want to wear them everyday of your life.
3. Wearing a vegetable seems fashionable.
4. You have a button that says David Tennant makes me squee. (sad to say I own one.)
5. Angel statues scare the holy fuck out of you.
6. You have an action figure of your favorite Doctor and carry him around everywhere. (I have two. one of Tom Baker, and Matt Smith wearing a fez and holding a mop.)
7. Apples are rubbish.
8. Pears are gross and disgusting.
9. You see a british phonebooth and you automatically claim it as your own TARDIS and invite your best friend to go see the dinosaurs with you in said TARDIS.(I have one!)
10. You like Bananas.
11. You get into major arguments with Back To The Future fans.
12. You want your own personal Dalek.
13. You have written Bad Wolf on atleast one thing that is blue.
14. You know atleast three songs by Billie Piper.
15. You watch Law and Order UK now that Freema
The Year of the Jaguar: Ch IEldorado ChroniclesThe Year of the Jaguar: Ch I4 years ago in Drama More Like This
A Night of Devils
The pads of his paws were beginning to ache.
Something about the terrain of the jungle was strange, new and familiar all at once.
He'd lived in the center of this huge forest his entire life, protected by glittering walls and firm stone. And yet. He knew nothing of its real nature. The jungle was an entirely new animal to Tzekel Kan as he strode slowly through the underbrush. He could hear and see other animals going about their business calmly up in the canopy, but he wondered how on earth they were doing it. They lived so high off the ground, so precariously balanced on the branches.
They were the real gods of this world. The creatures who moved and lived without any fear of danger or death. The Jaguars. The Monkeys and the Birds. The Snakes and Lizards. Every creature out here was so much more superior to a simple, pathetic human being.
Tzekel Kan glanced momentarily over his shoulder to the three people, carefully directing Altivo through the j
The Year of the Jaguar: Ch VEldorado ChroniclesThe Year of the Jaguar: Ch V3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Fire and Ice
A small but heated flame danced around inside an artful ring of rocks in the center of the camp. The inhabitants sat all around the pit, conversing, listening or sleeping. The starry night sky overhead kept what little smoke the fire made secret while the trees concealed its deceivingly weak glow. The forest around them lay dormant, like a lingering beast who grew tired of the chase.
Tzekel Kan, though strongly against his will, lie on the ground, snuggled against Altivo. Though the large white horse was irritating beyond reason to the jaguar, he still provided a sufficient heat source. The priest and Tulio lay on opposite sides of Altivo, pressing against him to receive some of the forgiving body heat. Tzekel Kan's shaking legs tucked beneath him reflexively and his large head rested on the ground. He sighed heavily.
He hadn't been this cold in his entire life. Why was the river always so cold? He shivered involuntarily, causing Altivo to ch
Celia The Bat Alicorn-READCelia The Bat Alicorn-READ1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
She was adopted by an earth pony family in Canterlot, after they found the little foal in a little basket, under a cape, with a short letter, which says 'Protect her'. Celia didn’t have too much friends. They feared of her, because she was a bat alicorn with strange bat wings. Her foster parents tried to shield her against every bad things... But one day Celia saw that rich and snob colts were making fool of little orphans because they didn’t have parents... and she became angry, and then... punished them. Later she regretted everything because she had a bad fame anyway and she didn’t want to bring shame on her parents with the things she’ve done... so she left Canterlot. She tried to find her place in the world, but it wasn’t that easy. So much pony gone in fear of her because of her appearance, so she covered her dreadful wings with her beloved cape from her past basket. She accepted odd jobs, but it was hard to get one. Meanwhile, she wrote tales which
"When Nico Met Pedro..." Ch. 3CHAPTER 3: BRING ON THE BRAWL"When Nico Met Pedro..." Ch. 34 years ago in Humor More Like This
"A fight is not won by one punch or kick. Either learn to endure or hire a bodyguard."
Nico stood in a daze. He had dodged a massive bullet. Well, Pedro actually blocked that "bullet," but still, you understand. Anyway, he let out a huge sigh of relief when he realized that he had just been saved from being creamed for the second day in a row. He was grateful, relieved as well as surprised. So surprised, he didn't notice that an uncomfortable and deathly silence draped over him, Pedro, the seagulls and even Rafael, who was sternly staring down the seagulls. Pedro did the same and that prompted Nico to follow suit. There were no words nor sounds. It seemed as if even the ambience given off by the sounds of the beach had come to a complete and ominous cease.
The stare-down only got more uncomfortable when the seagulls started guffawing and shortly after burst into uncontrollable laughter. Nico, Pedro and Rafael shot each other confused glances,
The Michigan-Piper-MurdersThey say all children are innocent. But that's not true. Well, at least not entirely. I've been tracing a series of newspaper-articles for quite some time now. Maybe you came across one of them, too. All over Michigan, there have been break-ins, all following the same pattern: The victims were always families with young children, the intruders entered through an open window or a crushed-in basement window; they slit the parents' throats, abducted the children and stole nothing but cash money and food. Seven families had become victims so far, mothers and fathers all found dead in their beds, the children missing. Not a sign of them had been found yet.The Michigan-Piper-Murders6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The reason why I follow these articles so closely is - well, it all started here, in my hometown. Barbara and Matthew Wilkens, who lived just down the street, were the first victims of this killing spree. The police found their bodies on the 27th of February 2013, after someone called the police to check on them, for the