AntesWe are We, the Hunters of greatest knowledge and spell-blood. We use spell-words to hunt and to Change our bodies to rocks or trees. It has long been forbidden to Change to other Hunters or Hunted, or to kill others of We; yet it happened, and without it We would not be living.Antes4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This is that tale.
This is a tale from before the Fire, before the Dark, when the world was still green and the sky was still blue.
We had a Pack in the north, running free under the moon. The hunt was good. The Pack was strong and the prey was weak. The prey was a Hunter, a small running-Hunter; and so he turned, hissing spell-words, but he was claw- and tooth-strong, not spell-strong.
The Pack closed in. The youngest drew first blood, hissing. Wait, the running-Hunter hissed in simple-speak, but the Pack would not wait after a wounding, and they sprang upon him; yet his flesh was familiar. The youngest shrieked as the blood on her claw turned black. It was not running-Hunter blood, but spell-bloo
R E W I N DRewind.R E W I N D5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Motions moving backwards,
Words taken back,
Actions undoing themselves.
You stand in a world of chaos,
Everything moving the wrong way,
You cant hold on on anything,
Its all vanishing, losing form,
like ashes in the wind.
As you rewind your life,
Grades taken back,
Mistakes are never done,
Laughs and firends are lost,
Nothing has any weight,
Its a clean start,
To never have done mistakes.
But to never have loved,
To laughed, to cried,
To found those that love you back.
Those that accepted you,
and your weird habbits.
So you think again,
is it worth it?
The ForecasterMy brother's solemn predictions often landed him in trouble, even though he was frequently correct. One morning he placed his trembling hands on my shoulders. I was busy, fishing. But I knew at once from the pressure of his fingers, from the grave way he spoke my name that something was amiss. "Tae," he whispered, "Atlantis is sinking."The Forecaster4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I remember my first reaction was to laugh. Shau shook me, frustrated. "I do not jest!" he hissed. "I am certain, Tae."
Brushing away his palms, I cast my gaze to the river. There had not been a single quirk of the line. I adored Shau, yet, I despised his antic, paranoid ways: he would never be a hunter. "You have frightened away our meal! Please attend your duties, Shau. Stop fretting. The continent is fine."
Shau did not relent; he twisted my wrist until I was forced to heed.
First time making loveTrembling lips gently grazeFirst time making love8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
while soft hands explore
for whats in store
A trail of kisses
Down the small of my back
My body reacts.
A brush of fingertips
Gently trace every outline
With love undefined
Heartbeats accelerate together
Racing at new speeds
Bodies embracing one another
A sharing of heart and soul
Making me whole
Sensuality ignited by every touch
Bonding through love and lust
An exchange of trust
Minds losing innocence
Trusting and loving the best we can
For who I am.
Embraces of more than flesh
in our romantic pantomime
this is to me
Making love for the first time
01-07 - Terapia Pt 201-07 - Terapia Pt 210 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
- E até quando vais andar assim?
- Não sei. Nem sei se depende de mim.
- Claro que depende. Depende de quem então?
- De alguém que não eu.
- Mas tu és o primeiro a admitir que és o teu pior inimigo.
- E sou. Porque isto é castigo.
- E que crime cometeste tu?
- Falhei quando não devia e faltei a quem precisava.
- As pessoas erram e falham.
- Não eu.
- Não és humano?
- Não quero ser.
- Mas não podes fugir a isso.
- Infelizmente... mas eu tento.
- Haverá alguma coisa de que não tentes fugir?
- Haverá alguma coisa.
- Não te cansas das tuas contradições?
- Que contradições?
- Precisas de alguém, procuras alguém, mas fazes com que se afastem de ti. Queres ser feliz, mas não fazes nada por isso. Não queres viver, mas não te matas. Queres descansar, mas não te permites a isso. Queres fugir à dor, mas continuas a ser tu quem te causa mais dor.
The Forgottan CharacterNever saw the big screenThe Forgottan Character8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dont have much of a following
Direct to DVD, they say
Practically giving it away
No special editions, no sequels, no toys
No place in the hearts of little girls and boys
Never find me anywhere, so dont even try
Cause nobody likes me, though I cant imagine why
Im not ugly, Im not mean
I know how to steal the scene
Theres not a chance that I wont take
And Im not afraid to make mistakes
Whyd you even make me just to throw me in the dirt?
If I had real feelings you can bet that theyd be hurt
Lost to the ages; timeless Im not
In month or so I know that Ill be all but forgot
Randoom FoldersRandoom Folders4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
TristezaTristeza10 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
-Até quando vai durar isto?Estou farto destas idas e voltas.
-Até tu deixares que dure.
-E como é que eu faço? Não é um simples carregar no botão.
-Se quizeres eu carrego.
-Gosto de ti.
-Eu também gosto de ti.
-E não te quero triste, ok? Promete.
-Oh...mas eu estou triste agora...
-Mas não podes.
-Porque eu não quero.
depois de te ires embora
-Eu também não...e olha para mim. Não consigo suportar estas recaídas. Tu sabes...eu já te contei. Tu mostraste-me aquele texto lindo que eu tomei como meu. Fizeste-me chorar com ele. Mas eu não tenho essa força, não consigo ser tão forte. Por vezes consigo. E não sinto que esteja a ser falso, realmente consigo me concentrar aonde estou e com quem estou. Mas em noites como esta, nem as lágrimas consigo que me corram pela cara abaixo. E cansado de falar disto com toda a gente. Cansado de não seguir os meus próprios conselhos. Cansado de me dizerem para fazer aquilo que não consigo fazer. Só me faz sentir nojo de mim pró
It's Not LoveWhen was love supposed to make you cry?It's Not Love10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I look to the heavens and ask them why.
But they don't whisper a single phrase
And I'm left wandering in a daze.
I thought it was love, but it couldn't be
Because there is just too much hurt inside of me.
When was love supposed to hurt so much?
Wasn't it all about yearning for their touch?
Instead I fear of what you might say
I think about the possibilities every day.
I just get this feeling that it will come crashing to an end
It's a feeling that seems to grow stronger when I see you again.
Is it just me or is the distance growing between us
Getting larger without the safety of our trust?
It isn't fair because certain words just make cry
I try to just let the words slip by
But some keep replaying in my mind.
And each time I hear them the feeling gets worst
And I'm struck with the notion I am under a curse.
Was I ever meant to be loved by somebody who will care?
Or am I just an object to be used since I'm there?
I wish these questions could be an
A LareiraA Lareira10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ele estava em frente à lareira, a pensar na sua vida, nos últimos tempos. O fogo sempre o fascinou. Quer pelo seu calor, quer pela sua cor. Tinha vida própria. Com o frio que se faz lá fora, ele gosta de estar perto da lareira, ajudava-o a pensar e ao mesmo tempo a relaxar. Sabe que o seu pai anda preocupado com ele, mas ele não consegue falar. E nunca sentiu preocupação por parte do pai antes, não fazia sentido desabafar com ele agora. Comunicação nunca foi o seu forte, mas tinha especiais dificuldades com o seu pai. A chama parecia dançar conforme a velocidade dos seus pensamentos. Talvez fosse por causa disso que ele gostava de estar em frente à lareira. Sentia que era a única maneira de se sentir refugiado, compreendido. De repente ouve chamar pelo o seu nome, baixinho, um tímido sussurro. Ele olha em volta, mas não vê ninguém. O seu pai ainda não tinha chegado a casa, ele estava só. Diz a si mesmo que não foi nada e volta ao seu estado anterior. Está cansado, estes últimos dias te
Of Promises and Confessions Unheard - USPHShe was crying - her face wet with tears and blood. The ground she walked on was covered with ash and rubble, most of which were from the fallen structures of her capital.Of Promises and Confessions Unheard - USPH3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Soldiers and civilians alike were scrambling through the damaged streets longing for cover, passing crumbling buildings and strewn bodies of the dead and injured.
But besides all the destruction...all the devastation surrounding us, she was the only one I could see. Maria, my sweet Maria, covered with wounds from everything this damned war brought her. Brought us.
She ran to my open arms and knelt near me, her face buried to my chest. Her broken sobs only made the pain worse.
Seeing her this way was the last thing I ever wanted to see.
"Maria " I whispered. " M-Maria everything will be okay " I embraced her tightly and began to stroke her hair, hoping to comfort the girl in any way. " no Alfred I-I don't think it will "
"It will! Maria, you'll be free, I know it! I pro
Playing With Your HairWhen everybody dreams of pixies I dream of you,Playing With Your Hair5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The puffiness under your eyes,
Making your smiles always so pretty,
And the sincere love in your eyes that makes me ever so happy.
It could have been your lovely voice,
Or the very act of whispering that took my heart.
Whispers of everything I ever wanted there to be,
Betraying everything I needed you to see.
And no one should let true love sift through their fingers like dreams,
Because it's just too preciously rare these days,
Unlike all the infatuations in the world,
And the unending love I have for you.
APH fic-Promise From a Traitor You lied to me!APH fic-Promise From a Traitor4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He stiffened from glaring glint in her eyes as he stood before her. His hands trembled. He shoved them into his pockets so the young woman wouldn't see. The news he gave her didn't make her smile. No rejoice. No hugs. No kisses.
She shook violently from anger and gritted her teeth.
Emilio trusted you My people trusted you I trusted you
His jaw tightened then sputtered out:
But You're free from Spain Isn't that what you wanted?...
Her eyes turned into cold and he held his breath. Like a little school boy would if he encountered bear.
A very angry mother bear.
I-No MY PEOPLE wanted independence from that bastard Not to be governed once again. Especially if it is from an ALLY.
Cringing from the emphasized word, he finally breathed out and took a step forward to her. She immediately backed away from him, a ready hand on her blood soaked bolo.
Tell Her -USxPH-Alfred sat up from his bed, feeling groggy after another night of international conferences. As usual, it was barraged with heated arguments which was ironic since the nations were supposed to be solving problems and not making moreTell Her -USxPH-4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Alfred sighed. Yeah, sure it was the norm for all of the countries, but he knew that there was something different about that particular meeting. He stood up from his bed and walked across his hotel room to the window.
As he watched the sun rising slowly, he remembered how much ruckus the nations created before Ludwig shut them all up (as usual). But then he also recalled the way he wasn't himself that time you know, that normal hero self of his
Because she wasn't there.
Alfred gripped the railing of his window as he knowingly felt his heart clench. It was supposed to be the first time she would attend an international meeting in England, and he knew she was really excited. He recalled how she rambled on about how much she dr
MetadeMetade10 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Ela viu-se ao espelho e não se reconheceu. Estava diferente, era outra pessoa. A mesma mas sem nada que a identifica-se com o seu passado. Quem é ela?
"Quem sou eu?"
Todos os dias fazia a mesma pergunta ao espelho, mas o espelho não responde.
Culpa, vergonha, medo. Era o que ela via. Mas ela não era a culpa, nem a vergonha, nem o medo.
"O que sou eu? Quem sou eu?"
O espelho nada respondia. Ela fixou-o...por horas, dias. E ele nada disse. Ela fraquejou e o cansaço venceu-a. Foi acordada por um sussurrar intenso. A figura no espelho empalideceu. Estava diferente. Ela antes não sabia quem era mas agora nem se reconhecia. Falava com um rapaz que não conhecia. Falavam como ela não estivesse ali. Param de falar.
Olham para ela.
O rapaz sorri. Ela salta do espelho. Agarra-se ao pescoço dela, aperta-o e diz-lhe ao ouvido
"Eu sei quem tu és"
Ela não consegue respirar. Quanto mais luta, mais tudo se torna negro. As forç
A BIZARRE LOVE HEPTAGON 5CHAPTER 5: "Snow Fight, a Text Message, and a SurpriseA BIZARRE LOVE HEPTAGON 54 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"D-Darn it! It's so c-cold in here "
She pressed her tingling shoulders with her gloved hands, and tried to take a few inhaling breaths. As she let out the air from her lungs, a mist of air developed from her lips. Knowing that she wasn't that used with the awful cold weather in Moscow, she simply sat on the chair and looked at the glass window of the shiny silver Volga Siber, roaming along the snowy streets of the capital.
A pair of lavender eyes were too staring through the glass window on the front seat. With a cheerful, cherubic smile on his face, he gently glided his fingers through his also snowy-white hair.
Soon, after hours of driving on the road, he said something to the car driver in a whisper, which caused the Volga Siber to stop moving.
With a curious look, she asked, "Where are we? Why did we stopped?"
The white-haired, tall man got out of the car and opened the door for her. He simply reached out his hand to her,
[APH]Summer flu- America x PiriDisclaimer: I do not own Philippines, she belongs to her respective owner. I do not own America/Alfred, France/Francis, England/Arthur and the others. If I did, I'll be the happiest gal in our house.[APH]Summer flu- America x Piri2 years ago in Comedy More Like This
ONTO THE STORY!
Maria, or the embodiment of the Republic of the Philippines, was always the type to switch her worry to the brim. Whether the one she's concerned about was a past enemy or former charge, she didn't care as long as her worry is in full throttle.
And just like today, Maria is in 'worrywart-mode'. Wondering who's she worried about?
He is the self-proclaimed 'Hero' of the world and the superpower of it too. His goofy grin was the obvious mark that he is what he is rumored to be. Whoever asked who this guy is up until now must be a newbie in the APH fandom. And to the peeps who already knew, give me a smile!
In the streets of the United States of America, more precisely in New York, a tanned lady ran past each perso
APH: It's More Fun with the Philippines!Spain smiled, confident that his new colony would learn quickly and make him proud.APH: It's More Fun with the Philippines!3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ok mija, it is time for you to learn Spanish!"
"Opo Papa!" the little girl beamed up to her father-figure, golden brown eyes gleaming with curiosity and eagerness.
"First: 'Como esta?' is 'How are you?' Can you say that?"
The older brunette sweat-dropped as his smile remained steadfast planted on his tanned face. He held up a pencil and tried again with the child.
The ever cheerful Spaniard dragged the lesson on by pointing to a picture of a hastily drawn stereotypical stick family drawn on the chalkboard.
Spain pointed to his pet bull.
He pointed to England.
He gestured to her.
He pointed to his face.
Spain dropped his head in pitiful, pathetic failure as he ran a hand through his shaggy hair.
"Dios mio, she's even more hopeless than Romano "
A BIZARRE LOVE HEPTAGON 3CHAPTER 3: "Mickey D, a Red Envelope, and a Whisper"A BIZARRE LOVE HEPTAGON 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The following day came. The morning sun was already up, shining its warms rays to the solid, green Earth, touching each living and nonliving creature existing on this spectacular planet. Almost everybody was up to start the day with a big bang.
Well maybe this uplifting setting is not applicable for the young Asian female nation, Philippines.
Still covering herself in thick, white blanket sheets, the Filipina moaned softly as soon as she felt the warm rays of the sun, touching her tan skin. She took a peep of her alarm clock. She mustn't thought that it's still nine in the morning it's too early and-
"WHAT THE HELL? IT"S ALREADY NINE A.M.?"
Without any delays, Maria stood up from those blanket sheets and got the clock into her hands. She wasn't dreaming!
It's dead nine in the morning and the World Meeting will be starting in thirty minutes. With bloodshot eyes filled with doubt, the petite Asian lady uttered with
Whathappens when you buy Hetaloid Spain part 2After the lesson on dancing, which I may say I SUCKED AT. I layed down on my bed "Whew! Glad thats over with!" Spain was looking at me while the obvious pain about his feet was showing on his face like the stain of a black marker on a white shirt, "Senorita, whats wrong?" I smiled at Spain "I'm just tired thats all," He took my head and touched his forhead with mine "At least your not sick..." I froze, then I backed into the wall "Y-You can feel heat?!"I pointed at him, he nodded "Yes," Ok...thats weird...Whathappens when you buy Hetaloid Spain part 23 years ago in Humor More Like This
When I was going to ask him how I saw how late it was it was 8:45 am. Shit. I was really late for school "Sorry Spain but I gotta go rigth now! I'm late for school!" I rushed past him and grabbed my uniform and dashed into the bathroom. I somehow multi-tasked brushing my teeth,brushing my hair, and put my uniform on, I was used to being really late.
When I got out of the bathroom I did'nt know where my binder was, "Shit! Spain do you know where my binder is?!" Spain turned his head t
(2P!England X Reader) Sweet, Sweet Admirer 3*Your POV*(2P!England X Reader) Sweet, Sweet Admirer 33 years ago in Romance More Like This
I ran down the streets, jittery and determined. Ever since meeting Artie, I've been too jumpy everytime school is almost over. Everytime I felt upset, I could always depend on him to cheer me up. He's the only friend I actually made ever since I got here. But I never told my parents as to where I was, they think I hang out with friends at the mall or participating in a school club. I knew they would get in a fit of rage and lock me up if they find out that I've been seeing a man who is too old for me but I didn't care. As long as I see Artie, my day will be complete.
A blur of pink and yellow came into my eye sight. I grinned as I called as loud as I can, "Artie~!!" Arthur turned to me as his grin grew even more that it was possible that it could tear his face any moment. But I also felt that way about him. "Good afternoon, my dearly beloved~!" Arthur always called me that for some reason and it sounded familiar. "Wait right there!" I called as I stealthily tip-toed to my po
.:Spring Break Fever APH:.~Prologue~.:Spring Break Fever APH:.4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
American House (9:35 A.M.)
"ALL RIGHT!! Spring break here I come!!!" said Alfred running towards his large bedroom to start packing. The winter had Alfred whining to be back in bed, rather than sitting in conference meeting while Arthur and Ludwig are trying effortlessly to solve the new-found problems in Europe. Not to mention the constant and heavy snowstorms that blocked the front door to his house and the snow was high enough to drown him. But forgetting the winter season, Alfred was more than happy to embrace the sunny skies of spring. After quickly packing for the break, he decided to spend the week annoying his ex-colonizer and brotherly-figure, Arthur Kirkland. He then took out his cell and quickly dialed Arthur's house.
Meanwhile in the house of England, Arthur was quietly asleep dreaming of his pirate days when he was at his most powerful state. As he was dreaming, the images shifted into the times he spent with his ex-colonies: Singapore, India, Hong Kong, Austral
Given Up - USPH"Philippines!"Given Up - USPH4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The Filipina turned at the sound of her name, soon greeted by the most familiar of blue eyes. He beamed at her as usual, not noticing the pained look she sported. If only he knew
"Yes America? Did you need something?"
"No, I'm just so happy to see you again! You don't know how much I missed you since I was away are you okay?"
He placed a chaste kiss on her tan-skinned cheeks which slowly turned red at the contact. His lips led their way onto hers and despite the mixed emotions the girl contained, she kissed back - just like she's always done before.
"They didn't hurt you, did they?"
"Did Japan come by again?"
"Ah, no, but America, I need to tell you somethi-"
"Were there any attacks?"
"No, but Ameri-"
"Did your guerillas strike again?"
"How did it go?"
He faced the Filipina with a look of surprise and waited for her to speak. Worry sunk in for a few moments and as he saw the frown the woman had, that feeling only grew.