How Kendall Knight...How a Fearless Kendall Landed an Adorkable Logan for a Boyfriend.How Kendall Knight...5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It all started with a simple kiss on the cheek.I didn't even know why I did it; it was a spur of the moment thing. Maybe it was because his brown eyes were so happy when he looked at me, or maybe it was the way he concentrated while working on my homework. Whatever it was, it just got me into a huge amount of trouble with Logan Mitchell.
He turned his head to look at me."Kendall?" He smiled. "You need help with anything?"
"Yeah, these quadratic equations are going to kill me," I handed over my spiral notebook for him to look at.
"Uh, Kendork, you're doing it wrong," a trace of horror lined his voice, as if he was astonished that I could make a mistake this big.
"Shit, really?" I groaned. Little by little, he showed me how to do everything correctly. He smiled and laughed when I got the first equation done without his guidance. That's when it happened. I leaned in and planted a kiss on his cheek. I nudged him with my nose
AlwaysThe rain streaked down the windows as the car sped down the road. What was at the end of the road? She didnt know. All she knew was that the memories that had haunted her were almost 3 miles away now. A chime went off in her bag and she reached in to grab her phone. She looked at the name flashing on the LED screen and, with a small ounce of regret, placed it back into her bag. Her eyes wandered back to the dismal world outside, at the grey ocean that lapped silently against the even greyer sand. Grey, miserable, dark; that was all the colours and shades her world consisted of these days. The car slowed to make way for a handful of foolish beach goers. There was only one person on the dark sands now. She stared at the lone shadow trying to see through the fogged glass of the car windows.Always6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Male, tall, young and thin.
The young man turned to look over his shoulder but the rain misted his features.
With trembling fingers she opened the car door and got out, ign
I died tomorrow nighti died tomorrow nightI died tomorrow night6 years ago in Other More Like This
when you'll say goodbye
and i'll play forever long
our last favorite song.
i'll hear black butterflies
crashing against the windows,
and i'll listen to the light
as it fades into the sky.
i'll smell dying flowers
and the poison in my veins,
and i'll crave lucid colors
to paint my heart sane.
i'll taste the sweet bitterness
your tongue has to give me
so you'll punish my soul,
and i'll ask for forgiveness.
i'll see the old grey walls
saying its secret lies
- inside my mind, only you
and death which us binds.
i died yesterday night
when you said goodbye
and i wrote you a song
to haunt you all life long.
El FaroEl Faro8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mi mirada vaga perdida,
Sin alegría ni tristeza, vacía.
Entonces te veo a lo lejos
Parpadeando en la oscuridad.
Ojala tuviese a alguien así,
Que me guiase en esta oscuridad,
Que evitase que me estrelle,
Que tropiece a cada paso.
No sé cómo podré ser feliz,
Si no es soñando eternamente.
Las letras me muestran cosas bellas
Me muestran felicidad
Lo que en verdad me muestran son sueños,
Con sus ventajas y desventajas,
Pero son sólo eso: sueños.
La imaginación puede crear cosas muy bellas,
Pero siempre que algo resplandece
Otras cosas se ensombrecen.
Cuando dejas los sueños por un instante
Y abres los ojos esperando, deseando,
Que algo de esos sueños haya quedado,
Estar inmersa en la luz,
Lo que ves es mucho más oscuro:
Es la cruda realidad, que,
Cuanto más sueñas, más cruda la ves.
Si pudiésemos coger un poco de esos sueños
Para iluminar nuestra realidad,
Si tuviésemos quien guiase nue
Prelouge: How I Came to BeScratches on my window, faceless strangers in the street, foreign howls that haunt my waking moments and plague my fitful dreams; only few of the symptoms that come with my incurable illness. The heartbeat in the next room thump thump, thump thump calls to me Turning Turning, Vampire Vampire. I close my eyes and place a hand to my searing skin trying to smother the voices and the heartbeat with denial. My body resents me, repels against me, violently casting itself across my room and I find myself revealing in thoughts of black gluttony. No! My nails dig deep grooves into the wood and I hear my nails tear free of my fingers. I bite down on my lip to stop from screaming and my body shudders to a stop. Rich blood slides down my willing throat and my fingers touch the ivory shards that now protrude from my mouth.Prelouge: How I Came to Be6 years ago in Horror More Like This
I turn to the window and find him there, hidden in the darkest shadow. So how can I see him? I stare to the skies and find the stars brighter than I had ever believed possible, r
A Dream in a Nightmare CHPT 2The days had ebbed into weeks and weeks into months and claustrophobia had finally settled in. Once again I was at my window staring at the once rich green fields that had lined the horizon but whom where now cast silver in the moonlight, the snow sparkling like the stars that glittered above. The strange deaths had continued to plague the small village of Thomn and the list of victims was now well over one hundred. There was talk that it was some sort of unholy daemon taking its revenge on our holy citizens but I doubted it. Our people were not sinless. Another popular theory was that God was punishing the people of Thomn for some unspeakable deed done by one of our kind. Fools, all of them. My thoughts grew darker with the skies until I could take it no longer. I needed to get out; to feel freedom one last time! Pulling the blanket close about me I pattered through the empty halls, ignoring the ghoulish cries that taunted me from the dark. I needed to breathe air again! Real air notA Dream in a Nightmare CHPT 26 years ago in Horror More Like This
Death by A Lovers KissThere were so many things I wished to say. The words tripped on my tongue and fell upon my lips resulting in my stunned silence. For so long I had been nothing but another faceless shadow in a sea of strangers but he had picked me. I was a nobody, cursed to live out my life alone and wanting. How could this be? I watched as he strolled idly through the garden outside of his family mansion; a Gothic place that had been built many years before my existence. Edward toyed with a moonlight flower, watching its petals shimmer in the silver rays. His face was smooth but in his eyes was something I had never before seen. Hollowness, emptiness, something so complex it scared me. It almost seemed like the beautiful creature before me was doomed to be sad forever. Even when he smiled it did not touch his crystal eyes. I followed him quietly as he played with his thoughts and I with mine. I was purely content to walk in his presence. After a time Edward turned to me, although his face was raised tDeath by A Lovers Kiss6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Aparecida Cp 1A Aparecida Cp 17 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Abre os ollos e non sabe onde está. Está todo escuro. Cando se acostuma á escuridade e logra ver algo, dáse de conta de que está de pé nun pequeno claro, rodeada de árbores e plantas. Non ten idea de como chegou ata alí, pero é unha imaxe fermosa: os escasos raios de lúa que se abren paso entre a follaxe fan que pareza un soño.
De súpeto sente que a agarran por un brazo dende atrás. Todo ocorre como a cámara lenta. Asústase moito, e cando se xira aínda se asusta máis: nunca se atopara fronte a un ser parecido. Parece un cavernícola, todo descoidado e cun olor penetrante e noxento. De seguido aparecen máis entre as árbores que os rodean. Ninguén se move. O que a está agarrando míraa aos ollos. Os demais míranos sen pestanexar. Está demasiado asustada para berrar, pero ao mesmo tempo, é coma se estivese calmada, coma se estivese esperando a ver que vai pasar.
By the Hand of BastBy the Hand of Bast4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
With the last hieroglyph finished, Wati set aside the scroll he had been working on. He closed The Book of the Dead and ran his hands along the cover. Despite the fact he wrote these words on a regular basis, never had it been so hard. Ra had long since disappeared for his usual voyage, and the wick of his lamp was nearly burnt to the end. As the flame died its orange glow was replaced by the ghostly light of the moon filtering through the linens that covered the windows and door of his small hut.
On either side of the doorway, stood the shadows of two pots. It had been many days since Tiankhit had left him, but still the barley continued to grow. Wati had so hoped for the emmer wheat to sprout first. Like all men, he wanted a son, but had come to love the idea of his daughter just as much. They were overjoyed when the first leaves pressed their way up through the dirt to tell them the news of their child, and the days passed with excitement as they waited to see if they grew to be bar
Because I Love YouBecaue I Love YouBecause I Love You6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
~~~Inspired by the stunning Art of Laceratedwrists~~~
The sky was the darkest of greys as the clouds streaked unforgivingly across the sky. I can feel the darkness against the white cloth that forever blinds me. I can feel you near, your warmth kissing my skin, slowly melting its icy touch. I reach out, slightly in awe, as your light brushes my fingers and the cloth brightens in front of my fluttering eyes. What could this be? I uncurl my body from the ball I have lain in for so long. I feel the length of my body, the strength in my limbs as the warmth spreads, kissing my lost and lonely features. Surely something this amazing must not be real? I feel fingers at the nape of my neck, the knot of my blindfold sliding apart. I keep my eyes closed for fear of the world around me. I know I am no longer in the forgotten space of my heart that I have hidden in for so long, forsaken .dammed. I can feel your warmth over my body, seeping only further into the recesses of m
FarewellFarewell, oh thee Betrayer of Love,Farewell5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
For you whom has stolen my heart,
May never return it to me,
Nor shall it feel the flutter of life,
Of Hope .
Farewell, oh thee Murderer of the Soul,
For you whom has broken my spirit,
Has scattered the crystalline shards of those tears shed,
And left me unfeeling,
Farewell, oh thee Stealer of Memories,
For you whom has taken control of my mind,
May never release me from this insanity,
And I will loose all,
It will turn to ash and dust,
And I will be forgotten
Farewell, oh thee
Betrayer of Love
Murderer of my Spirit
Stealer of my Memories,
Know only that I loved you dreamed of you....protected you....
Farewell, Farewell, Farewell....
Al cieloPidiendo que llueva,Al cielo7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
¿Por qué lloráis?
¿Por qué jugáis?
mirando al cielo.
¿Por qué calláis?
Hiddenso i just manipulated my dreams of you and i,Hidden6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bringing them when i wake, foresaking the lies.
all i am left with are distorted screams and deceit,
surrendering to fate and accepting defeat.
waking up again with realizations i do not want to know,
trying a little to put up with this sarcastic show.
a bit of a weak smile and a touch of sad eyes,
with the ambiance of watery and stormy skies.
where to put all these bundled up pretense?
you've torn down my walls and broke my defense.
i see the world in plan grays and blues,
i'm breaking into pieces, still you don;t have a clue.
now where to hide all these tears?
where to put these reoccuring fears?
locked in a box with a key?
or out in the open where you still can't see?
A Aparecida Cp 2A Aparecida Cp 27 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Unha vez na súa habitación, Levian senta enriba da cama. Non sabe por qué actuou así. Cando a rapaza abriu os ollos quedouse inmobilizado vendo como a súa irmá intentaba falar con ela. Cando volveu quedar durmida, o único que lle veu á cabeza foi: Será mellor que vaia descansar. Non puido pensar claramente ata pouco despois de sentar a soas na súa habitación.
Déitase sobre a cama e segue pensando no ocorrido. Non sabe que lle pasou. Nunca se sentira tan estraño.
Á hora da cea, súa irmá e el reuníronse no comedor. Enora xa ceara e estaba coa rapaza. Levian quería preguntar como se atopaba, pero ao final non se atreveu. A cea transcorreu en silencio.
Ao rematar de cear, Isiäde dixo que a rapaza xa estaba ben e que á mañá seguinte xa espertaría máis despexada. Enora quedaríase con ela toda a noite por se espertaba. Esta noite xa podían durmir tranqu
TruthI sit and listen to everyones pathetic and petty little problems when I have something so dark and scary staring me in the face that all I want to do is run. But to where? It's not like I have any place to go.Truth6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
There are so many things that can take a person from you...that has taken someone from you and all I can do is curse those who allow their petty pathetic bitch fights to ruin their lives.
How much is one person expected to take?
How far can one person be pushed?
How close is too close to the breaking point?
Death, it's everywhere. It's how we deal with it that allows us to escape scathed but living.
Just answer me this: How is it that people say they understand?
Because I am certain that what is taking place is not understandable.
MaremagnumUna voz susurrante al oído hace pensar que ciertas cosas están cambiando. Períodos de luz cegadora y sombra absorbente. Preguntándose si se estará equivocando en algo. Ahora más que nunca está obligada a reflexionar, para no cometer el más mínimo desliz. Pero sin tiempo suficiente para que el cerebro se incendie ante éstas ideas. Los leones dorados le dirán dónde se halla la luz.Maremagnum7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Siento el agua apretándome la garganta. Ni en mi antes amado espacio vital me siento cómoda. ¿La cabeza? Estalla ante tanta idea, quedándose catatónica durante algún segundo y volviendo a la tierra de vez en cuando, para darse cuenta de que pierde un tiempo precioso.
Con decirte que ni siquiera debería estar escribiéndote
Quien mucho abarca, poco aprieta. Yo deseo que no sea verdad.
Con un miedo terrible a que todas mis ideas se pierdan como lágrimas en la lluvia, m
A poemHow do you make sense,A poem11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of the senseless.
All the pain, fear, sorrow, and aloness rule,
Try to fight, like a solider, courage
How do you fight such cold.
A heart of stone
A face of death itself
The aloness is taking over,
Absorbing all hope
While sorrow destroys away faith,
And consumes the light.
Pain wrenching out life,
And over Whelmes even the darkness.
Fear, the most powerful of all,
Making you, jibber, bable and scream a horrible animal cry.
Deadly fear, smouldering fire,
anguish filling all reality
Caught in the ripping grip of death,
Being clwed at, in hands, helpless.
Hearts beating out of control,
Echoing in my head
No one anywhere.
Yet everything is clumped together,
Crammed into the black hole within your terrified heart.
Clinking on the floor,
No one to calm or comfort you
Only though time to sit, alone.
I Am A Girl Who DreamsI am a girlI Am A Girl Who Dreams6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just living her life.
I am a girl
who dreams very big.
I get up in the morning,
to get ready for school.
I go from class to class,
learning new subjects.
I practice tennis for hours.
I come home
and I do my homework and study.
I am a girl
who dreams to be an engineer, scientist, or lawyer.
I am a girl
who wishes for the world to be better.
I am a girl
who wants to be rich and live a healthy life.
I am a girl
who will prove you wrong when you say a negative comment.
I'm so vainAll vanity aside, I am a narcissist;I'm so vain5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't have an overly large ego,
I do not want everyone to look at me,
I don't want the world to revolve around me
Nor do I believe it should. In all hopes,
The world will continue to spin
On it's tilted axis around the radioactive
Gas ball just out of reach of every toddler's hand
And continue to provide ultraviolet light
To all those proud enough to not carry protection.
I have pride, I do believe I have talent
That someone appreciates what I do,
Whether that is truly talent, I have little hope
That someone will tell me as the comments die,
As the favorites decrease, as the supposedly
Two hundred plus watchers see my vile name,
Maneuver their "mouse" over the little 'x' and
In about as long as it takes for the clock to go tick,
If it did, as all clocks now tend to be digital,
And my work vanishes from their "busy schedule."
No, I am not vain, I simply wish to demonstrate
That for all the supposed love and support
And eager readers I have collecte