Friendship is RubbishFriendship is Rubbish3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The lights flickered in the studio, the concrete floors and dark corners giving the illusion that the building was to be considered a large garage. However, it was a bit more ornate than that, as banners hanging from the ceiling and different metal machines adorned the edges near the walls, showcasing a pony in a white suit, with even it's mane and tail completely hidden within the confines of the fabric, a shining white helmet adorning the stallion's head, leaving any idea of the pony under the cloth to be a complete mystery.
A bushy maned pony walked into the center of the staging area of the building, stepping upon a raised platform which held two couches, one large enough for two ponies, and the other the beige pony found himself occupying, placing some documents on the table as he rested himself on the seat. Flipping through pages, the pony's expressions flipped lazily from mild surprise to utter disgust as fiddled with the color of
Bard's LamentMy steps are attached to the ground that holds your kingdom. I saw you once upon a time, when I first came with my humble lyre to play some joy and some pain, and I never left.Bard's Lament11 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I wonder ; forgotten princess, could the comb you once held in your hand now untangle the torment of my mind?
I wonder; does the mirror that reflected your eyes still stand unbroken; and could it take me where wanders your mind?
I wonder; did the two thousand steps of your castle porch kiss your feet when you climbed them for the last time?
I wonder; do the walls cry at night seeing you forever asleep?
And I, the poorest of all minstrels, I shall destroy my instrument and use its strings to make a bow. And send my everything to you, on an arrow, since I cannot climb up to you holding on your locks, like Rapunzel, or fighting the dragon like Sleeping Beauty. I will send my most beautiful scores, and maybe the touch of my heart’s ink will at last wake you up.
I will sit under your balcony, on the very spot
Echo przeszlosci 04Echo przeszlosci 043 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Myślałem o tym, co się wtedy stało. Wiecie, wtedy, z tym całym niedoszłym pocałunkiem i "rozmową" z Nivem.
Sprowokowałem go. Wiem o tym. Ale naprawdę nie miałem siły wtedy o tym rozmawiać. Tak przynajmniej próbuję sobie tłumaczyć. Ot, żeby nie wyjść na zwykłego tchórza.
Nie mogłem spać po tej całej "bliskości" tamtego wieczora.
I nie. Zwalenie konia w jego bluzie też mi nie pomogło.
Nie mogłem spać dlatego, że zdałem sobie sprawę...
Jego słowa fakt, były nieprzyjemne. Bo po prostu były prawdziwe. A prawda chyba rzeczywiście najbardziej boli.
Nie żałuję jednak tego, że go uderzyłem. No, może na samym początku, jak zobaczyłem czerwony ślad na jego policzku. I te oczy rozwścieczonego zwierzęcia.
Echo przeszeszlosci 07Echo przeszeszlosci 073 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Stanęła w progu jego drzwi. Nie zrobiła jednak kroku, nie weszła do środka.
Nie dla tego, że cuchnęło papierosami.
To była jego przestrzeń.
Przestrzeń, w której było miejsce tylko dla jeszcze jednej osoby.
Nie dla niej.
Wiedziała to od chwili, gdy zobaczyła jego twarz tak blisko tej drugiej. Gdy zastała ich razem, leżących i patrzących sobie w oczy. Może nawet zobaczyła fragment tego, co było kiedyś między nimi?
Wtedy się wycofała... zostawiła ich razem, uśmiechając się do siebie.
Nie chciała psuć tego obrazka.
Wszystko nagle się poskładało. Stało się tak oczywiste. I była w sumie pewna, że nazajutrz będzie jakoś inaczej. Po prostu cieplej.
Jednak powinna się już nauczyć, że nie można ułożyć sobie wszystkiego po swojej myśli.
Gaara and Kakashi - AwayGaara and Kakashi - Away5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
This is a story about Gaara & Kakashi -- Not Yaoi
Disclaimer: Naruto is property of Masashi Kishimoto. The people in this story are owned by Masashi Kishimoto and therefore not me. Thank you for reading.
Cold am I
I'm beside myself
Because there's no one else
He stared up at the bloodred sun. Red like his hair. Red like his lips. Red like his heart. And red like his seal.
It's always hot in Sunagakure. And the sun always shines. But for some reason, he's always cold. Like the sand's protecting him from infuriating heat. Or perhaps he's just so cold-blooded that he just can't feel heat.
The 10-year-old bijuu from Suna shlepped his feet along the hot gravel of the Village. People on the streets gave him evil looks and dirty glances. Children pointed at him with scared eyes and ran away quickly before he could harm them. Older people tried their best to stay out of his neighbourhood and when his siblings saw him coming, they went the other way.
He clenched his hand on his little p
Infected Are Changing Part 2"Hunta!" The smoker repeated. The hunter in front of him tilted his head towards a certain area.Infected Are Changing Part 24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The smoker blinked. "Hhat? Whhhtt?" He growled.
The hunter snorted. "Srrvviiivvrrr.. ovvv thhhrrr."
The smoker held up a hand and pointed in the direction the hunter seemed to be talking about. The hunter gave a swift nod.
"Ohh.." He growled.
The infection had ruined his sense of smell, so it was harder than one would think to smell, even though he could breath through it. He walked with a limp over to the hill. The hunter suddenly jumped in front of him, shaking his head and lowering his body. The smoker scowled and crouched down. The hunter gave a nod and dropped flat on his belly. The smoker copied and the hunter nodded and started to crawl to an area where they could see the survivors, His sore red eyes peeked over the hill, and his mouth started to water as he spotted the survivors. The hunter started to crawl over to one of the buildings, and crawled up the side,
Xepher-Ch.2Xepher-Ch.23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Rika carried Xepher on his back. His chain clanged around in the wind. Most of the snow had melted in the night, good weather for traveling. They were on their way (hopefully) to the Great Tree. If Xepher made it there, she'd be safe and that was all that mattered.
Bounding up a slushy snow hill, he spotted an owl hovering overhead.
Xepher twisted her head around to get a better look. "Um, female... cinnamon colored, barn owl perhaps?" She guessed. Her owl vision was better than wolf vision. She could see things better and hear better.
"Any battle items on?" Rika took off his chain and it morphed into a shining keyblade. Just in case the owl was a threat he stood in attack position.
"Erm." Xepher twisted her head around to take a good look at the talons. Silver glinted off the steel. "Yes. Battle claws, attached knives it looks like." She twisted her head back to its normal position.
The cinnamon colored barn owl took a sharp turn and glided down to them.
"Hang on Xepher!" Rika shouted
Echo przeszlosci 06Echo przeszlosci 063 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Miałem wtedy jeszcze niepełne 18 lat.
Do dzisiejszego dnia, nie za bardzo pamiętam, jak udało mi się dostać na tamtą imprezę.
Może dlatego, że miałem dużo kontaktów, dużo znajomych. Cóż, nie jest to w sumie takie dziwne, biorąc pod uwagę fakt, że udaje mi się wyrywać facetów, przechodząc ulicą.
Tak, mam jakiś pedalski radar, zuchwałość i urok osobisty.
Wykorzystuje to bez skrupułów. Chociaż nie było tak idealnie, żebym nigdy nie dostał po mordzie.
Czasami jednak nawet po czymś takim, zdarzało się wylądować z tą osobą w łóżku.
Niektóre takie znajomości były na dłużej. Czasem z większymi uczuciami, w większości jednak bez.
Nigdy nie byłem sam, jednak moje relacje kończyły się bardzo szybko
Drawing TipsDrawing TipsDrawing Tips7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Here are some tips that have helped me learn to draw. This was made purely to try and help others. Im not trying to belittle or make fun of anyones drawing skills or style, or any artists, themselves. So, I hope this helps!
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Try to practice as often as possible. If at first you dont succeed, try again. Not all of your work may come out great on the first try. I know mine sure does not! Out of everything I draw only some of it is posted, and most is revised or redrawn.
When you draw, dont worry about whether or not it looks right, just draw what you see before you. Your mind can actually trick you. Sort of like how some people draw heads as a circle, even though we know for a fact that human heads are not naturally round. And it may be tempting to draw a dress as a triangle; even though that defies the laws of gravity. Why do we do this? Our minds can develop a symbolic way of portraying what we see. For
Vindictus - Paradise PrayerVindictus - Paradise Prayer4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"We've heard the old tales of a promised land, and the songs of what's to come. But the truth is, our goddess must be mad. She promised us paradise. We exist in hell. But we were given a choice; a way out. Unfortunately, the way out is through..."
I have painted the dark of yesterday, yet another crimson day awaits. Answer me, goddess. Where is my paradise? My enemies scream in silence from their ripped lungs. Their eyes fall dark in my shadow. Morrighan, have you forsaken us? Long we have lived in this malevolence awaiting your return to free us. You promised us paradise, my goddess, and yet the lack of your graceful presence has left us in this hell. What grave sin have we committed to suffer this fate? What have we done to anger you so? Are we now the forgotten?
I, Lann, live in service of the prophecy. Morrighan, my goddess, you have blessed me with the skill to fight. With my blades, I will spill the blood of the Fomors and rid the world of their monstrosities
Hetalia: Spain/Antonio Fernandez Carriedo[Name] loved to sing, so much that every night, she’d go up to her favorite bar to sing karaoke. She has quite a few fans too. But there was one man in particular that would always watch her. He stood as close to the stage as he could. He had nicely tanned skin, brown hair, and these bright green eyes. Oh how [Name] loved those eyes. Yes, she had noticed the Spanish man watching her intensely. Sounds creepy? Not at all, since this man was a close friend of [Name]’s. Antonio represented the country Spain.Hetalia: Spain/Antonio Fernandez Carriedo2 years ago in Romance More Like This
He and [Name] have been close friends, ever since they first met back when they were notorious pirates.
Today, Antonio was with his friends, Francis (who represented France) and Gilbert (who represented Prussia). He brought them along since they didn’t believe that [Name], who was famous for being very shy, had such a talent.
“Just you wait, her singing is so amazing that it’ll leave you speechless!” he had told them earlier.
Echo przeszlosci 02Echo przeszlosci 023 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Parę miesięcy temu myślałem, że to po prostu karma.
Że, no wiecie, pewne sprawy, których nie zakończyliście w odpowiednim momencie albo te, które spieprzyliście po całej linii wracają, po pewnym czasie. Ba, czasami nawet ze zdwojoną siłą.
Dzisiaj, na przykład, zabiłem pająka. Myłem zęby, a on chodził mi po umywalce. Lubię pająki, są pożyteczne, ale nie mogłem się oprzeć przyjemności spuszczenia go razem z moimi charchami od pasty do zębów.
I nim się obejrzałem, już za to zapłaciłem.
Oparzyłem sobie palucha wrzątkiem, nalewając herbatę. Burchel mam.
Duży i boli.
To też karma... albo po prostu wrodzone sieroctwo.
Jednak o czymś większym tu mowa. Moja prawdziwa ‘karma’ wróciła do mnie ze zdwojoną siłą. Po lata
Echo przeszlosci 08Echo przeszlosci 083 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Śnieg śmiesznie skrzypiał pod jego nogami.
Po kilku dniach mrozów, w końcu przyszedł łagodniejszy dzień. Słońce przyjemnie świeciło, nadając uroku miastu, okrytemu śniegiem, które jeszcze wczoraj było tak ponure i niemiłe.
Dzisiaj z chęcią można było gdzieś wyjść.
Trzymał w ręku kwiaty.
Podobne do tych pierwszych, które kiedykolwiek kupił.
Które kiedyś kupił dla niego.
Zatrzymał się. Spojrzał w dół, przed siebie.
Zacisnął mimowolnie palce na łodygach kwiatów.
Na ciemnej, marmurowej płycie.
Na jego nagrobku.
Tak jak zrobił to tamtego dnia, gdy pierwszy raz kupił mu kwiaty.
Bał się trochę, że zastanie opuszczony grób, zasypany śniegiem. Bo tak dawno tu nie przychodził...
Ale tak nie by
Spain x Reader: Date a Nation "And who is the lucky first pick?"Spain x Reader: Date a Nation1 year ago in Romance More Like This
The piece of paper had to be lying to you. There was no way that you had actually managed to pull his name out. As your face turned the color of the tomatoes he loved, you leaned into the microphone. "Antonio."
"Spain! Hey man, come on out! You are lucky number one." America smiled at you, knowing about your crush. Just as you were about to smile back, Spain came rushing out onto the stage and took you in his arms.
"Hola, chica. We are going to have a wonderful time." He whispered into your ear, as he pulled you off the stage and out of the room.
"So, what did you have planned?" You asked once the Spaniard released you. Smiling sweetly, he gently took your hand in his and twirled you around.
"How about we go to the concert? A live band is playing in the park, right before the fireworks show later today." Surprised that he had put so much thought into
Echo przeszlosci 05Echo przeszlosci 053 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
To było parę dobrych tygodni przed tym, co wyjawił mi Marcin. Po tej całej rozmowie... którą zapewne on niedługo wam opowie.
Był to wczesny poranek po wigilii w starych, dobrych Muffach.
Obudziłem się bardzo wcześnie.
Za oknem było ciemno, ale o tej porze roku nie było to jakieś niezwykłe.
Wzdrygnąłem się, myśląc, że zaspałem na zajęcia, bo to nie dźwięk budzika mnie obudził. Ogarniając zaspanym wzrokiem pokój uświadomiłem sobie, że nie jestem u siebie, a obok mam kogoś, kogo nie miałem tak blisko od dawna.
Że nadal go przytulam.
Przybliżyłem się bliżej do jego pleców, wtuliłem czoło w tył jego głowy. Zamknąłem oczy.
W sumie cieszyłem się, że jest obok mnie. Że się jakoś układa.
Wiele razy zas
TomboyTomboyTomboy7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wont wear a dress nor a skirt
Makeup is for girls
You see me shopping for baggy clothes in the boys section
Not to be mixed up with a butch lesbian
No I am not gay stop hooking me up with your girlfriend
I grew up this way
I played with ninja turtles and batman action figures
I didnt care much for dolls or Barbie even though there were
Moments of time when I pretended to be mom and Ken had his girls
I was more concerned if I was going to get to play with batman today
Instead I had to be robin but it still made my day
As I grew older I had to put the girly things on and act lady like this I despised very much
To this day I still have to play girl in order for the world around me to accept me for that first impression
I have the balls to play their games
I play the same action, war, adventure games with my brother
I burp just as loud or as louder than my boys
I am given hell but I throw it right back just as strong
Spain x reader - moving outDay like every day. You sighed. You were on your way to your family's house. You were preparing yourself for a punishment which probably was waiting for you. You lived with your father and his partner. She was the most annoying and fake person, always wanting to make you mad and then ran to your father for protection against you. Your father was nice to her and her son(Jack), who also lived with you, but he was rude to you. The story of your family was short and simple. Your father used to drink too much and cheated on your mother so she left him... and you too. You haven't seen her for almost a year. Back to your father. Not a long time after your mother left he found a new girlfriend and new child, who was one year older that you. You were so mad at him, he often treated you worse than that boy, he used to punished you in lots of ways for almost everything. You didn't care either. You treated him as bad as he treated you.Spain x reader - moving out2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Dad is so angry" the boy laughed when you entered the house "
Human! Lucario x Reader: In Order to Protect YouYou and your Lucario practically grew up together. You first got him when he was a Riolu, no need for a starter for you. He was so sweet and protective of you, it was cute. However, once he evolved into a Lucario, something, changed...Human! Lucario x Reader: In Order to Protect You9 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He became rather angry and frustrated. Whenever you fought, he seemed so irritated and annoyed. You wondered why he was like this now. And if you ever lost, then he'd fly into a rage. You tried asking him what was wrong, but he was stubborn and would never answer you.
Then he changed into a human. He still was angry at stuff, and you tried to ask him why again and again, hoping he give you the answer now. Of course, he didn't.
When he first changed into a human, you were shocked beyond belief. Then slowly, you began to realize it was your Lucario. He knew all your secrets that you told him when you were younger and when he was still a Riolu. When he transformed, that was four or five moths ago.
You woke up to hear a loud, 'crash' somewhere in your house.
Chptr 5: Sibling Rivalry Gone to War(GermanxReadr)Chptr 5: Sibling Rivalry Gone to War(GermanxReadr)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
We waited outside as ____ changed and when she came out
Gilbert whistled a dropping tone and checked her out which I hit him in the shoulder for. He gave me a devilish smirk as she came to my side, beaming a beautiful smile at me. I smiled back and lightly placed my hand on her round hips.
_____ had a thin blanket thing tied around her waist and a button up shirt over a sexy, looking bikini. I felt myself blushed as I looked over her beautiful body. This beautiful creature was yours?
"Alright eferyone! Let's go to zhe vater!" my dad cheered, leading us all to the sand that was more towards the ocean.
"Thanks for letting me come." ____ smiled at me.
"Oh no problem. Gilbert and I would already be at each other's throats if we didn't have a guest to keep us in line." I smiled back, taking her small hand in mine.
"How do I keep you guys in line? Sure I'd pry get between you guys and all but, st
Werewolf! Germany X shy red riding hood! ReaderWerewolf!Germany X Shy! red riding hood reader: Red riding hood and werewolfWerewolf! Germany X shy red riding hood! Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
My mother request I go see my grandmother. She's very ill and she doesn't live in the city. she lives in the forest. I nodded to help my mother. she's very busy. she hates when I leave on my own. I wear my red cloak around my shoulders. I put the hood on. I grab the basket and off I went. I had to follow the path my mother told me if I don't follow it, I'll be lost. I don't often visit my grandmother because the forest is quite......scary. I keep turning my head waiting to something to come out already. I keep telling myself nothing to be afraid of. I yelped hearing the bushes ruffled. I looked. it was moving. "what could be in the bushes...?" I mumbled with fright. I slowly approach the moving bushes. I saw glaring eyes. I stumbled back wanting to bolt but fell down on my behind. I rub my back and saying, "ow," Something overshadow me. My eyes widened trying not to look up. I had confidence as I slowly lift u
For Saix LoversThis is in Saix's point of view. Strange, I know, but it went better with this story line.For Saix Lovers9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
A loud crunch echoed painfully as my body was slammed against a nearby brick wall. Furious, I lifted my head, the scar that draped across it more jagged than usual. But even my Berserker abilities had failed me. I tried to stand, only to collapse once again as my legs buckled beneath me, pulling against the leather of my organisation uniform. Number VII, the Superior's almost unbeatable second-in-command, had lost to a mere heartless. Slowly, my eyes drifted to the ground, golden irises disappearing behind pale eyelids. Lunatic was out of reach. My enemy would reach me long before I would reach my weapon. It was over. A faint roar filled the air, getting louder as the ground shook. It was getting closer. I could almost smell death. But I wasn't afraid. I didn't have the heart to be. I was a mere Nobo
My Sweet - Part 2 (Claude X Reader)It has been a few weeks since you had seen the handsome man that had helped you find the Sweets Shop. You still had the small black and white card he had given you, you had read the printed words in your head a thousand times over: "Hoheo Taralna, Rondero Tarel."My Sweet - Part 2 (Claude X Reader)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
You wondered what the words meant. You had looked up the words in every language book you could get your hands on but couldn't find their meaning anywhere. It puzzled you, but still you wondered how in the world saying these words could summon the man, and even then you didn't want to waste his time. But the thought of that deep and forceful kiss you received from him nagged in your brain, you wanted more.
However, it would have to wait, you had to get ready for work. Once ready you headed out onto the streets the ever familiar path carrying you to the shoe shop you worked at. You were lost in your head thinking about the man to notice anything, let alone the pair of hands reaching to grab you from the small alley way a