Dinosaurs are Still HereAt the end of tenth grade, the principal of Princeton High school kicked me out of his school because he didn't like my political viewpoints. It was a bizarre thing for him to do, and drew the disapproval of a few members of the board of education, but since he was the principal he had the power to do it if he wanted to. I was a libertarian and he was a knee-jerk liberal, so he preferred not to have me polluting his school with my viewpoints.Dinosaurs are Still Here10 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The most obvious way this affected me was that I was no longer able to continue seeing my girlfriend who went still to his school, but anyone who knew my reaction to stress could see that its effects went far beyond this. Thanks to my having obsessive-compulsive disorder, I wasn't able to go to sleep each night until my nails were exactly the way I wanted them to be. And after I got kicked out of Princeton high school, it took me seven hours every night for me to get them that way.
There's one other thin
I'm Fading AwayEveryday I seem to cryI'm Fading Away4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Everyone makes me want to die
I think I'm obsessed with suicide
Everyday I watch the rain
And stab myself, I love the pain
I lie to them and say "I'm okay"
Everyday I see my friends
They say they care and I say "When?"
This cycle never seems to end
Everyday I say hi
And you just walk on by
PLease just stop with the lies
Today I look outside
And I realize I have already died
Now I can see the light
Ghost of a GirlI close my eyes at nightGhost of a Girl3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
and pray that I won't see your face,
at least until sunrise,
but dreaming offers no escape.
Sunlight pours from the blinds
and shines through all this dusty air.
A flood of floating diamonds
illuminates what you left stranded here.
Every hallway mirror
is a liar playing tricks in the light;
holding my thoughts captive,
conspiring to keep you in my sight.
The walls seem to whisper
every laugh and word that meant the world
to one lost little boy
fighting shadows with a ghost of a girl.
Germany X Reader - ConfessionsGermany X Reader - ConfessionsGermany X Reader - Confessions4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"W-well... Uh, I..."
It seemed impossible to tell him how you really felt... Why would he like you?
"_______? What is it?"
You knew it was utter madness to confess your love to him, it was just to far-fetched. It would probably just ruin
the amazingly close friendship that the two of you shared more than anything. You just couldn't keep your emotions
bottled up any longer.
"Ludwig... I, I really like you... I have done for a long time."
"... I see, so that was it."
You stared at him, unable to keep upright. Your legs were shaking so violently you were going to fall... You
couldn't stand it any longer. You ran, as fast as your legs could carry you.
Eventually, You found a patch of field that was surrounded by Sakura... You sat down, underneath the warm sunlight
that had been filtered down by the trees. It was so warm, and you were so tired...
When you awoke, the first thing you saw was the firm shoulder you were leaning on.
GermanyxReader: Exchange Student -Part 2- For the whole rest of that week, you had grown closer and closer to Ludwig. I kind of shocked you how defensive he would be of you every time you were seen talking to a complete stranger or even if someone seemed like a threat to you.GermanyxReader: Exchange Student -Part 2-4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
By the last day of the week, you two had seemed like friends since kindergarden. At the end of the day, you gathered up all your notes when a looming figure stood over you. You hated how much taller than you he was,"What's up Ludwig?"
"I vas just vondering if I could come over for a bit," He said completly striaght-forward.
Shrugging a bit, you sighed,"I guess. I don't have alot in the way of food, but I can probably just cook up some ramen or something."
Standing up with your bag in your hand, you led onward to the train to your neighborhood. Both of you held an akward silence between you as the train moved on. When you made it to your stop, you gently led Ludwig (by the hand) out and to your li
Faraway RussLietRussia was ill.Faraway RussLiet6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
In fact, he was bedridden. For the past few days, the great nation had been unable to stay standing long enough leave his room without collapsing into a fit of coughing, most of which ended in bloodstained gloves or handkerchiefs. He was running a fever as well, which drew worry from everyone, while meanwhile the blond nation actually seemed to enjoy it. He protested the use of cooling clothes or ice of any kind, protesting in a soft and almost childish voice that, "It's so warm~."
Nicholas was absent, a fact that the captive nation Lithuania held in great contempt. After claiming to love his country so much he couldn't face the damage that he had caused. Why was everyone so greedy? What nations that were not ambitious and powerful were quickly overrun and defeated, when they only wanted to live in peace. And in the midst of their blind ambitions, this nation had now attacked his own people. At the order of his boss, Russia had literally attacked himself in that r
Complain To MeCryingComplain To Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When can you open your eyes
When can you see that you have an amazing life.
Compared to mine.
Sometimes there are rough turns
Open your eyes.
See that you have a great life.
A good reputation.
No need to complain about it.
We all want attention
We all want people to see who we are.
But there isn't a need to complain
Sometimes, I wish I had your life.
So why do you always complain?
Toris - StrengthToris - Strength5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
March 11, 1990
Toris paused before the closed door, gathering the strength he would need. The welts and bruises covering his flesh screamed in protest at what he was about to do. Who was he kidding? Some of the scars hadn't healed yet. Some never would. But one thing spoke louder than the scars- the voices of his people. He saw their faces every time he closed his eyes, heard their voices at every waking moment. They cried for release. There was weeping, but there was also strength. They were hurt, but determined. The parents whispered to their children in the sweet, true Lithuanian tongue. The children in turn, though barely old enough to understand, were singing in happy defiance.
Vienas Rusas, antras Rusas,
Pilnas Rusu autobusas!
Nei mesytes, nei duonytes,
Tik raudonos velevytes!
One Russian, two Russians
A bus full of Russians!
There's neither meat nor bread
Just little red flags!
As he thought of all this, an old song rang in his mind
Balnokim broliai zirgus.
Betrayal of Morphine She was sitting beside the small boy's bed when he opened his shadowy eyes. The first thing he noticed was her hair: it was golden and glowing faintly. He couldn't remember if hair normally did that or not, but it hurt him to look at her; she, like sunlight, burned his eyes in the darkness. In the dim room, in his numb thoughts, the girl's hair looked like a halo, and he imagined he saw her unfold wings and fly away, but then he blinked and she was still there.Betrayal of Morphine6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The first things the girl noticed were his eyes. They were dark and clouded with pain, flashing like a stormy sky or an emergency light on a sinking ship. They flickered like incandescents losing power; his pupils dilated as he blinked, struggling to focus on her. She looked at the IV meter indicating the level of failing platelets and morphine, and the machine hummed as she watched the blood swirl unfaithfully.
Bola TinSingapore clung to her brother as Malaya led her around the market. It wasn't like it was her first time out, she just felt uneasy at all the taller and bigger people.Bola Tin5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Malaya smiled reassuringly at her, and Singapore hesitantly smiled back.
"Hey, hey! datang bermain dengan kami!" Someone called.
Singapore glanced around and saw a group of children in a large clearing. They looked about her age. A mixture of boys and girls, and Singapore managed to count out 7 of them.
"datang bermain dengan kami!" The child who spoke repeated, beckoning towards her.
Singapore glanced at Malaya, who gave her a gentle pat on the head. "Go on." He said encouragingly.
Singapore took in a deep breath and let go of her brother. Then she ran over to the group of kids.
"Hi!" One of them greeted. "We needed one more person to split into even groups!"
"We are going to play a game!" Another one added.
"What kind of game?" Singapore asked.
"Bola tin!" The first one who spoke answered. "We stack up ti
VegetariansAmong my closest relatives are creatures to be feared;Vegetarians11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's from my deadly bloodline that tyrannosaurs appeared.
But also from this race arose a near-unheard-of chance:
A kinsman of these killers that eats nothing more than plants.
You'd think I was a predator; my claws are three feet long.
But guesses from appearances are more than often wrong.
There's more to therizinosaurs than that which meets the eyes,
And please don't let my relatives convince you otherwise.
When others of my kind set off to chase and kill their prey,
I slowly walk to find my food, since plants don't run away.
My life you might call dull, and I would readily agree,
But peaceful lives are fine for vegetarians like me.
Among the other theropods, I never quite fit in;
They think the fact that I eat plants brings shame upon my kin.
I don't care if they hate my way, or what disdain it draws,
But if they hope to make me change, they'll have to face my claws.
LH: Canciones del mar (II)Angatupyry conocía el sonido del agua, de sus lagos y ríos, pero aquello no solo se veía distinto, sino que se sentía distinto, olía distinto. Luego de traspasar una gran arboleda, frente a la compañía se abrió la vista más magnifica que el pequeño había visto en mucho tiempo. El mar. El mar del que tanto le había hablado su madre se encontraba delante de sus ojos.LH: Canciones del mar (II)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kalén, inquieto como era, fue el primero en emprender el nuevo camino. Salió corriendo hacia la costa para corretear a una bandada de gaviotas que estaba descansando en tierra. Las aves se daban al vuelo cuando el pequeño pasaba y luego volvían a su lugar entre ruidosos aleteos; algunas además volaban a su alrededor y se posaban en su cabeza, como jugando con él.
— ¿Siempre es así? —preguntó el charrúa viendo el espectáculo.
—Sí... —contestó Piaré con un suspiro—. Tengo que mandarlo a contar estrellas durante la noche para poder dormir un poco.
Senaqué no pudo evitar reírse por aquel detalle que le acababa de contar. Y el qu
APH: I love you, big brotherHazique felt old.APH: I love you, big brother5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Screw that, he was old. How long has it been? He had lost count.
"Why couldn't Arthur come?"
Hazique sat down on the edge of her bed and looked down at the bright face that lay on the pillow.
"He's been busy." He replied. "We aren't his only colonies, you know."
Rachel puffed her cheeks out and pouted, hugging the lion doll closer to her. "I wish we were."
"Go to sleep." Hazique only said, ruffling her hair - which still had a bit of baby-softness in them.
"I shall not." Rachel said, wriggling under the duvet, making use of the new kinds of terms she had learned from Arthur.
Hazique stifled a sigh - she had been hyper and energetic since the day Arthur colonized her. She was still, of course, sweet and innocent, and bright and adorable, but she's no longer that shy and awkward little girl. Then again, Hazique did not want to speak too soon - who knows what other change will overcome Rachel in several years time?
"I want a story," Rachel said decisively. "Art
EnglandXReader You've Got Mail!EnglandXReader You've Got Mail!3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Artie, do you have to leave?" (Name) asked as she hugged her boyfriend good-bye. Arthur , (Name's) boyfriend of 2 years, was going to England for a business trip. He was going to be gone for five weeks.
"I'm sorry, love, but yes, I have to leave. I'll call you as soon as I get there," Arthur said, pulling (Name) close with his free arm. His other hand was holding onto his suitcase at his side.
"Last call for the 7:30am flight to England," called a feminine voice over the intercom. Arthur let's go of (Name), kisses her soundly, and starts to walk backwards into the tunnel.
"Good bye, love," he says, and with that, he turns and disappears around a corner. (Name) sighs and starts to walk towards the exit of the airport.
It had been two weeks since the day Arthur left. (Name) and him had been skyping(sp? XD) and calling each other everyday. Arthur was always happy to go back to his old house,
Number 4 Privet D
Meme 06. FlowerFloCierta AñoranzaMeme 06. FlowerFlo4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Manuel está sentado en esa banca, frente a la iglesia. No resulta difícil recordar la época en que ese terreno fue peladero, tuvo una casa enorme y luego esa iglesia que se eleva ahora resquebrajada pero con el orgullo en ristre.
Recordar lo pone triste.
No es sencillo notar que tienes trescientos años (por lo menos, Manuel sabe que son cientos más), que has vivido tantas cosas que el resumen más somero de tu vida es de doce tomos y ni siquiera así eres capaz de dimensionar todas las experiencias, aprender de todos los errores.
¿Esta es la iglesia que hicieron para celebrar el Centenario, no?
Martín regresa con un libro recién comprado en una mano y un cigarrillo listo para ofrendarse como señal de paz en la otra. El muchacho moreno no replica de inmediato, solo fija sus pupilas castañas sobre los altos ángeles decapitados o a punto de caer de sus pedestales; con sus alambres al
Inside OutIt is like my skin cannot contain meInside Out4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like every fear and every secret
Churns and hammers and rages
Just beneath my shoulder blades
And the worn-out hollow
At the base of my throat
And I am stretched so thin
That only a fragile membrane
Stands between my heart
And how its every beat would be written
Into the translucent skin of my wrists
If it weren't so firmly caged behind my ribs,
If I hadn't already made that mistake
Of wearing my heart on my shirtsleeves once before.
I think sometimes
That I might be tearing already
Unraveling at those very seams
That I'm trying my hardest to hold together
So that when you ask me
If there's something wrong,
I'm beginning to indulge
In a short pause where
I don't meet your eyes.
I look down instead,
And for a brief moment,
I let that small, private pain
Pass across my face and
Press against my lips
I'll push it back, though
Because I need to prove to myself
That my skin is not so fragile as it seems
That I'm not as vulnerable as I feel
That I am capa
Battle Field.Battle Field5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh Mom, Oh Dad.
Do you know how this feels.
To hide all these secrets inside of me.
It hurts so bad.
Please save me.
I can't do this anymore.
I can't hold it all in.
I need for you to know.
For you to know me.
Know the battle I fight with myself.
The one I fight everyday.
Someday I wish I was not in this war.
That you knew the true me.
That I was not hiding deep in myself.
I can pretend like I do everyday.
But I am still fighting inside myself.
And after you know.
Will it be another war?
Me fighting you.
Over what I know about myself.
You saying its not true.
That I am just confused.
Then it will be a whole new battlefield.
I'm so sick of fighting.
Fighting with myself.
It hurts me so much to lie to you.
To lie to the world.
Sometime I just want to put on a shirt.
That says who I am.
That I'm me.
But I do not want to hear what you say.
This will be a war I can not fight.
It would hurt to much.
To argue about myself.
My person deep inside.
But no, I can't.
Green Apples and Human BloodGreen Apples and Human Blood3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He could see them sitting near the candy stream eating the fruit of candied green apples as they laughed at one of Gumball's corny jokes. He could feel his jealousy rising as Gumball scooted closer towards the blond girl of his interest. She scooted away and liked the skin of the apple in her hand. Gumball understood this as her way of saying he's weird, just as he did when Fiona tried to get closer to him. Fiona then stood up and said that she should probably get back to the Grasslands, it was her first night without Cake and she had to figure out how to operate the stove.
"I'll see you tomorrow Gummy, gotta go make my own dinner."
"No prob Fiona, just don't burn down the tree house in the process." He said as she waved goodbye. Marshall wasted so bad to just sneak up behind her and trick her into a kiss, but they didn't have that type of relationship so he followed her from the shadows provided from the trees.
Fiona could feel something following her and it was strange since every ti
RivalryHis name is Jack. I know that usually, I don't disclose much to you. But Jack is someone I need to tell you about. I have known Jack my whole life. He's been a best friend to me when the concept of best friends was nothing but some candy, and who led the gang in the playground. Commitment was a pair of bicycles thrown on the lawn and a race to the spiced lemonade his mother made so well. When we were young, we knew we were going to conquer the world. The battle was always, who would conquer it first?Rivalry4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Jack's father was an alcoholic. I will never forget that rainy afternoon when I opened the door to find him standing there, rain soaked tears streaming down his face and a red, harsh welt across his cheek. We stood there for what seemed like hours. We didn't speak at all that day. And after that, he was a different person. You see, Jack never had any siblings. I was his last remnant of childhood, his rival playground leader and yes, maybe even his best friend.
It was just his mother and hi
Little Jack HornerLittle Jack HornerLittle Jack Horner11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sat in the corner
With a young tyrannosaur.
He remarked, "It is great
That with time travel's gate,
We can meet ancient creatures of yore."
"I shall now at last prove
It won't eat things that move,
Like my hand, for example," he said.
So he stuck out his thumb,
And in pained puzzledom,
Remarked, "It must have thought I was dead."
Overkill"It really seems likeOverkill4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Overkill. It's just that you
You already know
Martial arts. Why boxing, too?"
"So nobody can hurt me,"
Dresden, dreamsDresden, dreams10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is where I am:
made in my own image,
and hastening his pace,
my grandson scuttles headfirst to the ground.
His rubber bones resist, and I am left
to feel the pain from what could have been
and the pain that was once real.
Tired, I dawdle with my drink in hand
and find myself in Dresden, drunk
in the fireworks of conquest and control.
I was never there,
but longed to be
sunk knee deep in ash that tasted of victory
to my parched throat,
with a rifle raised above my head,
that symbol of God's will.
So here we are,
not four feet high, he reaches still,
his heart howling for want
of a little treat for his ickle mouth,
and how can I refuse?
In short years of dreaming
and long years of working,
he will be as old as this maudlin fool.
I do not want him
to forget this day.
But back then
I had my own memories to make.
Stuck, helpless in a hospital bed,
I knew only that nurses were pretty.
They did not speak to me,
nor I to them,
though I gained another wound or scar
each time one passed me