_Knite_ : Dreamer~_Knite_ : Dreamer4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I never knew you liked kites."
She spins around, ponytail whipping behind her, and the spool of string drops from her elegant fingers. A few feet away, a sparrow-shaped kite begins its clumsy descent, landing on one of its wings upon the unhealthy, yellowed grass. Standing not far is a young boy, her age, feet planted on the beaten road. Her own shoes have been carelessly thrown aside, lying beside her abandoned schoolbag.
"I never knew you came here," she says, turning her back on him.
He smiles faintly and steps down into the field, not minding the dirt and dust. "It's not windy enough today for kite-flying."
She doesn't answer, lips a tight line, but he can guess by the crease of her brow that his comment frustrates her. He doesn't attempt to make amends for his offense and, instead, bends over, picking up the spool and laying it in her hand.
She frowns at him, a discontent look with underlying tones of 'I don't need your help', and wanders off to pick up the fallen toy. He wa
Airplanes, Dreamers And StarsBetween Airplanes, Dreamers and StarsAirplanes, Dreamers And Stars4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Prologue: Almost Like A Night Sky
He was just walking back home, school sucks, I think. I don't understand why study things I wouldn't use, why the hell in this world I would use geometry? To build a industry? No thanks, there's a lot and more than needed here already, that's exactly why here it's the only city in the world that there's actually no sky.
Well, it have a sky, but it doesn't seem as one, it's more to a fake, something someone just tell us that it is, but deep inside you know it isn't. It's not like I really care, but it matter when I look to the sky. It's annoying...
Sighs. I look up. Guess what? That fake. The industry make so much pollution that we can't see a thing. I hate this. I feel useless for can't do a thing about it.
Suddenly I hear the song that China, or at least this city have been listening lately, Something about pretend, I don't like it even never have hear it complete befo
What It TakesRipping each other apart,What It Takes4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just to try and get by.
Laughing just so,
there's no room left to cry.
Hand over hand,
over fence and barbed wire-
pulling each other down
just to try and get higher.
A troubled consciousness
stirs an anguished cry,
"Is this truly,
what it takes to fly?"
Contest Entry: 1000 WordsFANTINE & LINUSContest Entry: 1000 Words5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fantine watched closely, fixing her eyes over at a fair-haired male who sat on the patch of lustrous bottle green prairie, the sun's golden rays making it seem illusory. Fantine permitted breath to pass her lips; she couldn't help but frown as she admired the man's work of art. Linus was his name, she pointed this out by the fact she could faintly see a small mark in the corner of the art that had his name, Linus. She kept behind her, what to any child might be a treasure map, but was nothing of the sort, unless the map led to happiness. Her russet hair flickered with the wind as her hands rest behind her back, the ashen sleeves that were under her dress, which was a roseate tinge. The chalky undershirt had frills of sorts along the collar, and at the edge of the arm length sleeves.
Deciding now was the point in time to draw near the fair-haired artist, she took an additional engaging breath, releasing the petite take in of air out into the ambiance, she calmly approach
The MasochistThe clock strikes twelve, the heavy chimes of the old grandfather clock echoing all around the apartment.The Masochist5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chains of paper dolls lie strewn all around on the tiles of the bathroom floor, the once-pristine white tiles now stained with red.
How long has she been here?
She herself has no idea.
Time flows by like sand through a sieve, and here inside her little bathroom world, days melt into nights and nights melt into days, the constant sound of water drowning out and flushing away all sense of time.
A brief motion of hands, and the newest chain of paper dolls is ripped apart, and she watches as the gratifying red begins to drip down, staining her sticky hands with more red.
Sudden joy floods her heart for a brief moment as she imagines the screaming of the paper dolls, and she flings the chain onto the floor to join many other soggy ones.
She reaches for the scissors, and begins to cut a new chain.
Her ears prick up as a quiet rustle sounds in the empty room, and she looks up, startled.
HumanityLook at themHumanity3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Walking around like zombies
Cattle to the slaughter
All chaotic lies within
They all seem to think they are special
Not a single thing
All hateful and spiteful
I do not hate people
But I do hate humanity as a whole
Look at us
As a single unit
What are we worth?
What good have we done?
The few that deserve a beautiful life
Suffer at the hands of the righteous
Trampled down below the throng
Look at them
They are just like the rest
I look at them
Realize they are just like me
E s c a p e
Anytime is Cake Time Ciel x Reader“I’m very sorry to bother you right now miss [name] but can I ask you to do a huge favor for me?” You look at Sebastian who’s standing at the bottom of the ladder you are on. You were busy dusting pictures when the handsome butler came. You smile and hop off the ladder, dusting your hands on your apron. You work as a maid for the Phantomhive manor just like Mey-Rin, only less clumsy.Anytime is Cake Time Ciel x Reader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“What can I do for you Sebastian?” The butler smiles and pulls out a slip of paper from his breast pocket, handing it to you. You take the paper and see various cake names are scribbled in fancy writing along with ingredients and baking times.
“The young master is having guests over and they want a large variety of cakes. Young master wanted me to make some and have him taste which ones he wanted. Unfortunately I have some other pressing errands I have to do so would you do this task for me? I apologize for the short notice. All the ingredients are in the kitchen r
Contest Entry: Elemet WolvesSpirit of the WolfContest Entry: Elemet Wolves5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Once, a long time ago, the earth was filled with darkness. There was nothing but the great seas. No forests, no land. Then the great goddess Kachina brought to life the wolves of sun and moon." Chief Amitola began, standing on the tallest rock in the village. Jaci had heard this story at least a thousand times, but every time was new, different. She stood in the crowd with her wolf pup, Kasa, cradled in her arms and her mother, Lenmana, beside her. It was the annual telling of the world and her tribe's origins banquet, and her father was hunting with the other hunters. Jaci knew that her father's work was very important, having to hunt for 300 villagers was no small feat, but still, she wanted her father, Cheveyo, beside her as she heard the origin story. She knew that he was only a couple of footsteps away, but she wanted to celebrate this yearly celebration with him. She sighed, and Kasa wriggled in her arms to look up at her. Jaci smiled.
"Then the great goddess
Disappearance of Anne MorganTottering in dark blue heels and clutching a gun like you know how to use it, you collapse against a tree like your backbone has turned to fine glass.Disappearance of Anne Morgan4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You've established that the ground tastes of oranges and tomatoes, and reminds you of last summer and the fresh smell of fruit; the pleasure of knowing that you have given birth to something, although the doctor tells you that the way you want it will never be possible. The way he said it, it wasn't awful, it wasn't the end of everything, it wasn't the end of scarlet hair; it was just another woman who could never have a child. But the way you heard it, it was the end of your future. Who knew that two words could kill you? I'm sorry. That's it, that's all you heard before he launched into his clinical speech like a rocket into space, except nowhere near as beautiful. But 'I'm sorry' is all you needed to hear to have all that awful knowing inside like a disease rooting itself in your bones and eating away at the corners of y
I'm a Monster -Short Version-I love you.I'm a Monster -Short Version-4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I'm so sorry.
034. Stars"Why is a girl like you out here, aru?" He gazed at the girl in the purple hoodie, beneath which she wore a school uniform. Her hair was black, short and neat-cut.034. Stars4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Yao stared. There stood a boy. Dark, short hair. His back turned to him. He was facing the edge of the roof, in his hands clutched a swallow kite.
"None of your business old man!" She snapped, her eyes flashing indignantly.
Before Yao could respond, a wind blew, ruffling the man's hair. The boy made no sound. But then, before Yao could see Shinatty, the boy had lifted the kite, released it, and the kite flew up in the air, caught up by the wind.
The girl was bruised all over. A bandage was over her knee-cap, and she had a small band-aid on her nose. She glared at Yao, her fists clenched as she readied to strike.
To Yao surprise, along the line of the swallow kite were bright lights. It reminded him a bit of Christmas lights. But against the dark sky, they were like stars. The kite was a long way now, bar
lunch breakanother boring day at boring school. the popular sasuke uchiha was stalking through the hallways with his black gakuran school uniform blending with his jet black hair and onyx eyes. he slowly made his way up the tens of thousand things of stairs that lead to the roof where he planned to spend his whole half hour lunch break.lunch break5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
he soon reached the door and opened it to be revealed all to quickly to the cold air that opened up to the outside world school blocked them off from. he shut the door behind him to see most of his friends already sitting on the edge of the building.
his best friend naruto was sitting with his foot propped up while he enjoyed a cheese, turkey, lettus, and mayo sandwich with an orange soda.
his other friend kiba sat next to the hyper blond snaking on a juicy cheese burger that made naruto's tiny sandwich look like some kids meal you could eat in one bite from mcdonalds. while his tiny dog, akamaru, sat in his lad munching on a small cookie he had given him.
Phone WHAT? -LietEngland-"No, Gilbert isn't nearly as awful as I expected," said Artur. He was calling from his hotel in Berlin. "Still, I don't know that I intend to crawl in bed with him."Phone WHAT? -LietEngland-4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"You're speaking in a business sense, right?"
"Well of course darling. Not that I could conceive of crawling in bed with him in any other in any other sense. He's much too..."
"Or Trumpish. Very full of himself. Boorish. Consumed by his pwn self image. I can't imagine that he'd be much fun in bed at all."
"Not that you've imagined it."
"Not that I have at all." Said Aurthur. "I've only been imagining you."
"Was it good for you?" Lithuania blushed a the very thought of his boyfriend thinking such a thing.
"Yes, but not as good as if you were here with me. Not as good at all."
He blushed darker, closing his eyes tightly. "G-Good to know." he got out "What are you wearing?"
"Are you..." Liet looked around, trying to focus on one thing. "In a bathrobe or what?"
"No, I'm wearing my white silk pajamas
Inspiration: The FacadesThese masks are all I am...Inspiration: The Facades4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Simply Never Good Enough A small little girl looked out onto the dimly lighted street with her wide brown eyes, never moving her gaze, lamps flickering on and off in a warm glow, her breath making stains on the glass as if covered by a veil of a bride, ready to begin her journey down the aisle. Excitement radiated from her every pore like the endless river of wind running through the trees. No, she wasn't awaiting Christmas Eve, full of gifts and bright lights, or even New Years, an excuse to stay up way late past bed time, or even her birthday, or any other holiday as such like any other child her age would be looking forward to. Today was Halloween Eve, her favourite time of year.Simply Never Good Enough4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Though unlike other small children her age, she didn't take pleasure out of receiving candy or dressing up like a spoiled princess or other mythological creatures, she enjoyed handing out the candy, giving and spending time with the people she admired most. Her parents.
Another Tuesday.C r y i n gAnother Tuesday.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
when nobody listens.
HS: Introducing ApocalypseHS: Introducing Apocalypse4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Your name is John.
John, John what? Egbert was the name you were given, but you can’t help but wonder if that was ever the right name. You were always out of place, even when a small boy. You remember days of hearing voices, days of a morbid fascination with death, DAYS of a concerned father convinced it was only a phase as you were pulled out of school after being harassed for what you claimed to be able to do and hear.
Years you were quieted telling not to speak of these things-- Speak so freely and you were a FREAK, tell the truth and you were a MONSTER-- and hushed by those people who should have been there. Supposedly friendless but never minding, your days were spent doing things that were considered morbid and not socially acceptable and not understanding why until discovering Pesterchum. You found them then. You found the game. And NOW...
Now you were the only one left alive, standing on the battlefield that you and THEY created. Corpses line your path as you walked, soul
VulnerableCaution: Glass Heart, handle with care.Vulnerable4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Confession - Eren x RivailleRivaille had something in mind that he can’t fully get a grip on and it has something to do with Eren. He got up from the chair he was sitting on for the past hour thinking about the same thing all over and over again. His composure still intact, he raided the halls to find Eren. He sees Mikasa just around the corner of the lobby and asked her about Eren’s whereabouts.Confession - Eren x Rivaille2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Have you seen Eren?”
Mikasa just simply gave him an “I don’t know” shoulder nudge.
“Try checking out his room. He is probably there goofing off or whatsoever.”
“Right. That figures, thanks Mikasa.”
Rivaille briskly walks to Eren’s room. He opens the door to find Eren snoozing on his bed. Rivaille scratched his head in irritation for it was already noon and it was no time for naps. He walks in across Eren’s room, careful not to wake him up. When he got closer, his pulse started to race. It was getting hotter by the second. With all these
JudeYou were born with a chip on your shoulder;Jude4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fire in your eyes
and a soul made of ice
and your heart is in a vice-like grip full of hate.
You spend every day seeking revenge
but tell me where does it end?
You spend every night lying awake
Planning your next move.
Well it's yours to make.
And every shade of black
is like a dagger to you,
slicing through the memories
of everything you haven't got left to lose.
Well tell me what is it worth:
Your life or hers?
You know you're really the only one to blame.
Her love, it didn't kill,
and your hate won't save what's already gone.
mesentery.i get the same feeling lookingmesentery.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
at you as i do dissecting cats
but it's ok
i know it just means
i want to be more in love than
the man who first wrote about true love;
i want it to swallow my soul
and i don't want to mind;
i want it to kill me
i think i should be dead
and this would be a beautiful way to go -
dying for someone better
than myself, unselfish until
realised it's the most selfish
of selfish things,
to love & be loved.
that kind of sickening.
paroxysms, that kind of sickening.
the shape of your lips,
in all their beauty:
that kind of
the unbearable lightness ofWhat she really wanted takes shape in her reflectionsthe unbearable lightness of5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in a face photographed that never looks like her.
She runs across town squares with dingy statues
and flitting sparrows; she finds herself
laughing within puddles, or
in dorm room mirrors, pale and
swollen and caked in cosmetic.
Locks on motel doors can be picked with rubber bands, but
sufficed for an hour of indiscretions. She was sly, shy,
stroked your stomach carefully.
She wanted the reassurance of your voice on her neck.
Fading colors flutter on the breeze that springs when
twilight conquers sunset. A short alphabet coats her
gold skin like oil, soaked into her dress. It clogs
her voice with a brief dictionary of words misunderstood.
The smell of cloud bank musings lingers on her wrists;
April is tangled in her hair
and you're still chasing Decembers.
All she wanted was the rubble of book discussions,
the leftovers of arguments concerning the usage of "sporadic"
Never mind that you two threaded promises acr
how to miss a boy who's sothere's no comforthow to miss a boy who's so4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the way you hold me
with the fire in your palms.
you have mud in your boxers,
grass in your hair,
and i am not moving;
you are butterflies on your cheeks,
you are soft music on your lips,
you are thin ice and my heart
breaks in its beauty.
please let me
i have bloodstains on my sheets
and streaks of red ink.
it all makes me want to say
that i am sorry
i am alone in this bed
and i am cold
your bones are not my bones
and i shiver as
they sleep with
themselves in a cold cocoon