For Samantha VoorheesLet me weave you a tale about a young girl, who later met the love of her life, a true and famous horror legend.For Samantha Voorhees4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Samantha, a fifteen year old teenage girl, was sitting close to the camp fire. She wears a black short sleeved shirt under a light green jacket, and a pair of blue jeans. Her brown eyes are the same color as her long hair, a purple and green bow is tucked behind her right ear. Samantha lets out a long sigh, and continues to stare at the fire. The others are sound asleep, she is alone with her thoughts.
Samantha then turns and glares at the dark corners of the woods, as a sudden sound of rustling terrifies her.
"Who's out there?" Samantha whispers, not wanting to wake the others.
She heard nothing, save the rustling.
Samantha jumps to her feet. "Who's out there?!"
Suddenly, a strong breeze blows up from the ground. The fire goes out, everything is dark. Samantha's heart slowly begins to race as the cold chills of fear paralyze her. Sudden screams of horror fill the very air S
I don't hate youI don't hate you, but sometimes I want to rip your heart out from your chest and hold that pulsating organ in the palm of my hand. I want to see your eyesyour bright blue eyesstaring up at me fearfully, filling with shiny, graceless, pointless tears. I want to hold your heart in my hand forever, knowing that you know just as well as I that from this point on, you are mine, and mine alone.I don't hate you4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I want to tear apart your chest and grab that beating heart, feeling the warm blood pooling around my feet, the delicious red staining my shoesand my handsfor the rest of forever. I want to stand in that crimson pool until the end of time, knowing that you will never be able to look into anyone's eyes other than mine, that you will never be able to hold anyone's hand but mine.
I don't hate you, but sometimes I want to kill you and lock you up in a room somewhere far away, knowing your dying eyes will be staring into mine forever, your limp and lifele
I Hate Everything About YouLying next to you, eyes tightly shut, feigning a sleep that will never come. Sidelong glances, catch sight of your pale hand above the covers, long fingers still stained with the blood from your latest victim; can barely retain a shudder of revulsion. Reach out, wanting to scratch that stain away, to scratch your skin until it bleeds, but somehow my fingers end up entwined with yours, clutching tight for simple sanity.I Hate Everything About You6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mind cast back to mere hours before and that mortal girl intoxicated on beauty and promise. Your sweet seduction; lips next to hers, hands on her breast. Gentle words whispered in her ears, honeyed lies convincing her to believe. Watching as your perfect face moved closer to hers, dark hair falling across her fragile skin as she simpered in your arms. One final lingering kiss; then your fangs sinking into her throat in a last, deadly embrace. Her body slowly failing as you gorged yourself on her life, then discarded her remains. Disgusted at your carelessness, your cruel
Behind the refelectionMirrors give us reason to doubt.Behind the refelection4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mirrors give us reason to cry.
Mirrors give us reason to hate.
Mirrors give us reason to sigh.
I look in the mirror
To see if I can make my hair
Even more messy.
I look in the mirror
To see if the darkness under my eyes
Is as noticeable as I had thought.
I look in the mirror
To see if the unforeseen nosebleed
From two in the morning has left any traces.
I don't look in the mirror
And think I'm fat.
I don't look in the mirror
And think I'm ugly.
I don't look in the mirror
And think I'm okay.
I don't look in the mirror
And think I'm perfect.
To me a mirror is just
A way to see yourself
As other people do
They can't ever
See the person
behind the reflection.
I love you so much I hate youI love you so much I hate you,I love you so much I hate you10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Get out of my head,
Your not the one meant for me,
Yet we both deny our love for each other,
Why must you drive me crazy?
You haunt my dreams,
Inherit my thoughts,
GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!
I'm crying for you,
I'm screaming at the top of my lungs for you,
Stop being you,
Stop being there,
I want you to die,
Without you I cant live,
I act normal around you,
I even give you an occasional hug,
But...I want more,
I want you,
But its forbidden fruit,
One that cannot be touched, looked at, held close to,
Damn it I love you, but I don't know what to do,
I lean in to give you a hug and whisper in your ear,
PoemsI want to dreamPoems4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to live
I want to be
Like a bird a want to fly
Like the stars I want to shine
The years you've taken
The time I've waisted
Always looking, always searching
but never finding, never learning...
Let Me BeWhy is it what I feel,Let Me Be4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why is it what I see,
Why is it what I hear,
Not what I thought it'd be,
When all this time it's been around me?
Why don't I feel safe?
Why don't I feel welcome?
Why don't I feel here?
Why does it feel I'm not a part
Of what for so long has been in my heart?
How come I'm so different?
How come I'm so normal?
How come I don't belong?
Could they really have lied
For this long?
How come I'm "so perfect",
How come I'm "so retarded",
How come I'm "so awesome",
If the only time I'm ever noticed,
Is when I don't care to be?
When can everyone just let me be?
Raven's EndRaven's EndRaven's End7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What can you say when you wake up to find
Youve been carried away by your very own mind?
What do you do when your nightmares go on
Long after coming of dawn?
I thought that my end would be sweeter than this
Yet Im numb to the cool of the deaths icy kiss
I thought that this act would end all my pain
But it simply continues again
The Gem should be shattered; I should have been dead
But Im trapped in this halfway existence instead
If I cant live my whole life, then why live at all?
Why cant the weak raven fall?
I cannot go back. They will not allow,
These waking dreams holding me back somehow
A part of me thinks there is still a small hope
But the rest is just learning to cope.
I cannot recall- no, I dont even care
Nothing is left that Id wish now to spare
I live just with my dreams, for theyre all I can grasp
Forgetting the broken past
I must be content to live in this way
For what do I have besides this today?
je ne sais quoiagainst my chest you make a soft semi-colon as my hipsje ne sais quoi4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
press into yours and you yield like damp paper
and against my chest the pulse of us
a filament-hum in a sixty-watt bulb
and my chin against your neck, an impromptu bookstop
and your cheek runs against
my stubble and it is an embossed leather cover
and our noses meet
beads of sweat on my brow roll against yours and we are
a printing press
until our dilated eyes meet like magnifying glasses
and our lips touch like the curves of an m
and the follicles on our arms raise into braille
Hate MeHate me in wordsHate Me8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hate me in sorrow
Hate me forever,
Or hate me tomorrow
Hate me when you've got no one to blame
Hate me when you can't hate another
Hate me when you've got nothing to do
Hate me when you're abused
Hate me when I can't understand you
Hate me when I can't defend you
Hate me when I cry
Hate me when I can't
Hate me when I lie
Hate me when I shan't
Hate me in words
Hate me in sorrow
Hate me forever,
Or hate me tomorrow
You can hate me in words
And hate me in sorrow.
You can hate me forever,
Or just for tomorrow.
But I can't hate you in words
And I can't hate you in sorrow.
Because I'll love you forever…
Or just for tomorrow.
The LossI can't think I can't breathe I don't know where I'm going or where I've been or If I'm really here at all is this some sort of dream am I dead am I here does it even matter any more? I'm falling, falling, falling, falling I've hit rock bottom I've found a shovel I'm digging, I'm digging, I'm digging and I've hit gold and I've found riches but I don't need them there's no point in them so I'm still digging and I've hit oil and I'm covered in thick oil and it's dark and it disgusting and I can't breathe and I can't see and I can't do anything because I'm still digging and the oil is filling up my lungs and I can't breathe and I'm still digging and my eyes are sealed shut and I can't see. Where am I going I don't know where I'm going do you know where I'm going because I haven't the slightest clue only that I'm going down and down and down and maybe I'm going sideways too but I'm definitely going down unless I'm upside down then I'm going up but that's not the point because the oil is coThe Loss4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Our StoryBut i did meet her; that's the thing that makes my current life so strange. I fell in love with her when we were together, then fell deeper in love with her in the years we were apart. our story has three parts: a beginning, a middle, and an end. And although this is the way all stories unfold, i still can't believe that ours didn't go on forever.Our Story5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dear Diary: Org XIIIDear Diary: Org XIII5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
DEAR DIARY: JOURNAL ENTRIES FROM ORGANIZATION 13
Dear Diary, Today, I raped Roxas. Not on purpose! But it happened. - Axel
Dear diary, Today I had surprise secks with Roxas. It was good. -Axel
Dear diary, Still can't figure out who the fuck Xehanort is. Maybe a plot to confuse everybody in the Organization. - Axel
Dear diary, I hate everything. - Roxas
Dear diary, I think I have a crush on Roxas. -Axel
Dear diary, Should I even exist? - Xion
Dear diary, My hair looks fantastic today. - Demyx
Dear diary, One day, I will rule the world! - Xemnas
Dear diary, Why does my hair look so weird? -Larxene
Dear diary, Why do I have this eye patch? My eye works fine. - Xigbar
Dear diary, I'm badass. - Saix
Dear diary, How'd I get these scars again? - Saix
Dear diary, Today Xigbar made fun of me because I fight with a sitar. *Sigh* I wish I could have an awesome weapon like his someday. I want to shoot water bullets at people. - Demyx
Dear diary, After being sad about my sitar, I realized this. Who
BorderlineI dreamed once that I saw your face inBorderline4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my mirror, rippling prolifically like
water on glass on my face,
and then I was drowning, and I
too fast into your watery eyes.
Without imagination, prosaically as you
could, you told me you
loved me and hoped we'd meet again
soon. I smiled, propri
Love Hate RelationshipI hate your perfect smileLove Hate Relationship10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate your perfect teeth
I hate that your the only one who can look at me and see what's beneath
I hate it when your hair looks great
I hate when I see you out on dates
I hate the way you make me feel like you're the only one that's real
I hate it when you ostracize me
Even worse when you make me feel guilty
For thinking secret thoughts of you that your girlfriends would never let me do
I hate it when you're mean
I hate that I can't be your dream
I hate that no matter how hard I try you always make me want to die
I hate that she has taken you away
And there's no longer a reason to be here today
I hate that you have caused me to cut but I mostly hate that I can never truly hate you, no matter what
things i've yet to tell you.i. last night i woke up just in timethings i've yet to tell you.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to pronounce myself dead.
i figured, at the very least
i deserve to say it first.
i figure i've earned that much.
instant death- or
death in an instant-
they try to tell you
"she never felt a thing"
your heart beats until it doesn't.
it beats slowly or quickly
intensely or softly, but know that mine
has to work so hard to keep up
when you're around.
i love you for that.
lately i've had the same drea
Pixelul Uneori viaţa după care tânjeşti nu ajunge niciodată la tine, nu e niciodata a ta. Oricât ai vrea, oricât ai crede că îţi impui lucrul acesta. Aştepţi şi-aştepţi şi-aştepţi. Regreţi, devii deprimat, renunţi la viaţă, devii un robot emo în vârstă de 40 de ani (+/-). Crezi că va trece. Vrei să faci bani şi perseverezi la tine la serviciu să fi promovat. Te străduieşti din răsputeri. Speri să faci destui încât o proastă de 20-21 de ani să se „îndrăgostească” de tine şi să te fută de-ţi sar capacele. Asta până pe la 60-70, hai poate 80 de ani până îţi pune un strop de viaţă în mâncare şi te ia dracu. Yey! Ai trăit viaţa ideală. O pulă.Pixelul7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Papa!FrancexYoung!Reader: My Papa 1"Papa?" You called as you waddled into the parlor where Francis was sitting down talking with a girl. "I'm hungry papa." You said and clambered onto the couch, sitting directly in between your papa and the girl he was 'talking' with.Papa!FrancexYoung!Reader: My Papa 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Oh? Bonjour ma petite fleur." Francis said and pulled you into his lap.
"Oh, is this your daughter? She's so adorable!" The lady squealed and picked you up, flying you around like an airplane.
You squirmed in her grip, not enjoying the unwanted attention from the strange lady who was trying to take your papa. Francis smiled, hoping the two of you would get along.
When the lady finally set you down you dashed back into your papa's lap. You jumped up and down shouting "Avide! Avide! Nourriture! Nourriture!" 
You, not having grasped the concept of 'man parts vs lady parts' were causing Francis a considerable amount of pain; this was quickly noticed by the girl (who evidentially wasn't as dumb as you originally perceived) picked you up and said,
[APH] Songfic: Walk a Little Straighter DaddyI remember looking up[APH] Songfic: Walk a Little Straighter Daddy2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
To look up to him
And I remember most the time
He wasn't there
I'd be waiting at the door
When he got home at night
He'd pass me by to go to pass out in his chair
Alfred waited patiently by the door, waiting for his father, like he did everyday, while his mother Marianne tried to coax him back to the table, to get him to eat his dinner, telling him that daddy wouldn't be in the mood to talk today. He didn't listen. He still had the attachment to his father, the one that he still remembered from the younger days, when he and daddy would do everything together, fishing trips, going camping, or racing remote controlled cars outside. That's how Alfred wished it could still be.
Alfred jumped when he heard the door lock click open, and Marianne watched silently as Arthur walked into the door, completely ignoring his son, as he went to flop down in his chair.
And I'd say
Walk a little straighter daddy
You're swaying side to side
France x Reader x England: Shattered Inside Part 1You stare out your window choking back tears. It just wasn't fair to you at all. How could he have done this to you? You never did one thing to upset him and yet here you were sobbing hugging your knees. You were in a broken state, your heart shattered in pieces. The worst part was you found yourself still wanting him, but your mind reasoned you to keep him away. No matter how many times he called leaving endless messages on your phone.France x Reader x England: Shattered Inside Part 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
There was no way he could make up for this. He had cheated on you. It was plain and simple. It only made it worse that it had been with your friend Elizabeta. You two were so close and she knew how much you loved Francis yet she hadn't objected. It hurt to think about such things. How could neither of them have any sense to think how this would effect you? It boggled your mind.
You but your lip to quiet down your whimpers and rubbed your eyes. Tears kept streaming down in a seemingly never ending row. A light knock was on your door. You picked your self
Child!PrussiaXReader Pt.4I stared down at my dinner, unwilling to touch it. There wasn't a single potato on my plate. Never have I eaten dinner without potatoes! EVER! And yet ___ has the audacity to serve me something known as a cheeseburger! DO I LOOK LIKE HER BROTHER, ALFRED?! I DON'T THINK SO! What was even worse, there wasn't beer in my glass. It was water. Bland liquid. Ludwig didn't seem to be affected by this dinner but damn it! I WANTED POTATOES AND BEER!Child!PrussiaXReader Pt.42 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
___ rubbed my back, "Is something wrong?"
"Vhat happened to zhe potatoes?"
"I Well Forgot to buy more "
"Un zhe beer?"
"You know you can't drink that at the age of nine!"
"But I vant it!" I gestured to the piece of crap before me, "Zhis isn't culture!"
"Vhat do you know about culture?" Ludwig muttered.
"Zhat people like sex~"
For some reason, I woke up in the middle of the night alone. ___ wasn't cuddling me! I WANT TO BE CUDDLED! Immediately I flipped the blankets off of me and went to search for my awesome girlfriend so that I could
AmericaxReader - A cold winter pt.5 -End-When you woke up, you were in complete darkness. You tried getting up, but you couldn't move.AmericaxReader - A cold winter pt.5 -End-3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You were frozen, 'What's going on? Where am I? Where's Alfred and Ivan? Is anyone here? Help...' You thought to yourself.
Constant memories of Alfred shot through your mind, but it wasn't just your moments with him, but it was also the moments with Ivan.
There was a pain in your chest now, you could do nothing to prevent it. You were moving deeper into the darkness, this was it.
You knew where you are now, you're dying. Cold tears ran down your face. You were going to miss Alfred, you were going to miss everyone.
Least of all, you were going to miss Ivan. It was Ivan's fault.
'I love you Alfred.' Your last thought before being engulfed by darkness.
(Alfred's Point of View)
"(NAME!) Please! Wake up! Please...I'm begging you... Come back..." I was crying on her weak and fragile body.
I escape the bastard with (Name), the problem is, i'm going to be the one that only escaped. She w
A little Change .:Papa!LatviaXChibi!Reader:.Ch1Latvia was cleaning his home, which because of Russia, wasn't lived in and very dusty (and kind of lonely). His cleaning had been going on for a while now and was finally done. He decided (well more like his growling stomach) that he would go and buy some food. So he got his wallet and went out to the market a couple blocks away.A little Change .:Papa!LatviaXChibi!Reader:.Ch12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A child woke up in the middle of some small woods and looked around with curious (e/c) eyes and got up on her wobbly small legs. She looked around decided that she would find somewhere to sleep. After hours or minutes (you couldn't yet tell time) you found a nice sized home and walked around the wrap around porch and looked at the front door with the bronze knocker. You tried and reached up standing on your tippy toes but you couldn't reach and ended up falling on your bottom.
"What are you doing here child?" A voice said. You turned around and saw a person standing with bags full of food amd in red and gold clothes.
"Where are your parents?" He as
RussLiet: Eduard's StoryThe two most important people in my life are my brothers; Raivis, my younger brother, and Toris, my older brother. We aren't actually brothers, but we've always been together and we've always been close. And then one day, Toris was kidnapped.RussLiet: Eduard's Story4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ivan Braginski was known for being psychotic and heavily troubled. I remember seeing him before at many of the World Conferences I attended; he looked like an ominous man with frightening height. Toris would sometimes watch him.
"Like, what are you doing?"
"Huh? Oh, um, nothing "
"Oh my god, you were totally checking him out! That's Russia. I hear he's crazy; a total psycho."
"That's not fair," Toris caught sight of Ivan returning his glance. Ivan smiled at him; a soft smile, and Toris melted right then and there.
Ivan was the one who took my brother. He was interested in him, that much was clear. Raivis and I were worried about the rumours we had heard about him. We wanted to help Toris, but for that, we needed help ourselves.