PnF: Sick Streak ch3"Phineas Phineas Phineas, wake up!"PnF: Sick Streak ch35 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Something flat slapped down next to Phineas' ear, causing the fifteen-year-old to raise his head quickly in shock. Eyes wide, he stared at his surroundings.
He was in Science class, the second period of the morning. He had been able to live through English before that, but although he knew he had, he could hardly remember what had been taught in that class. The other students were speaking loudly amongst each other while the teacher searched his filing cabinet for something. Obviously, they had been given an assignment and the teenagers were all chattering about who they would be teamed up with.
The noise suddenly made him feel incredibly lightheaded. Ever since he had sat down at the table he and Ferb shared, his mind had fogged and blacked out. Now, after having hoped to have even a bit of rest, Phineas woke up to Buford's hand slapping down on the surface of the table. And the doze had not made him feel the least bit bette
You are my powerYou are my power5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I have never felt how much I missed you all that time.
Since now, I haven't fully understood the loss of you. And how weak I am without you.
You have changed my entire life. You have stopped the rain.
But you're gone. There was nobody to protect me from the rain even if I was supposed to protect you. Sometimes, I wonder who protects each other the most?
I'm so pathetic... Without any power, any purpose... Oh, sorry. I have a purpose. Protecting my friends. But how can I do that without any strenght?
I used to protect them before we've met. But I couldn't do nothing when the real danger appeared.
Now, I'm here. In a doll house. Isn't it ironic? I'm chasing up by guy called Mr. Pork. Geez, who have I become without you?
Pride. I can't say I have more pride than before, can I? Byakuya could say more about this topic.
You are my only pride...Even if I think about Inoue, Chad, Ishida, about how I have saved them, about the things I should be proud of...
But, now I'm
PromesasPromesas4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Él se acercó lentamente, sabía que la decisión que estaba tomando no era la mejor, ni siquiera era la correcta. Ella lo amaba, de verdad lo amaba y no pudo evitar derramar las primeras lágrimas incluso antes de que él comenzara a hablar.
"Te prometo que nos volveremos a encontrar" le dijo a ella, pero ella no tenía palabras, el corazón se le había destrozado y de sus ojos caían lágrimas negras que manchaban sus mejillas.
"Debes entender el por que estoy haciendo esto" continuaba, "aunque quizá te estoy pidiendo demasiado No debimos aventurarnos en un juego tan peligroso como este "
"¿Crees que fue una perdida de tiempo?", dijo al fin entre sollozos e intentando limpiar las lágrimas en su cara.
"¿Una perdida de tiempo?... No, no lo creo, al contrario, fue realmente un momento muy importante para mí, ¿sabes? Y aunque quizá no me creas, te extrañaré<
Remind MeThe soft shades of lavenderRemind Me5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
In the sunrise
When it's still barely windy
And a little cold outside
The doves singing and welcoming
The new day
The sparrows dancing, saying
I know it's okay
The delicate lilacs blossoming
And wildflowers by the train tracks
You say red lilies are your favorite,
Red like fire, like it feels, and I can't doubt that
Even though I don't have you
And it's like you're not mine
I still want to want you
Every day that the sun shines
And when it's black outside,
I rip at myself inside,
Wondering if I deserve this
If I deserve to even want you
bipolarmy emotions are likebipolar7 years ago in Other More Like This
spilled paint, flooding
the streets with an array
of manic colors. the fumes
rise into the air like the
angel-sweet smoke from
a stick of incense, and my
peers are getting high off
my mania laced with misery.
[they'll never forget me after
i'm gone, my epitaph
depicting my fame].
i'm staring at the city
skyline from the edge of
a cliff, questioning my
existence yet falling in love
with the incandescent lights
under the midnight sky,
reflecting in my midnight eyes.
i try to refrain from leaping
off, slowly letting go of my
education, my enemies, the
memories that haunt my
head like wailing poltergeists.
[i spread my arms, wondering
if i'll fly, but the stars hold me
they're all watching my
neurosis, laughing at my
journeys back and forth
between grandiloquence and
melancholia. i'm a pawn in
this game of psychotropic drugs
and therapists with plastered-on
smiles, a game i'll be playing
until the end of my days.
i shut my eyes to the remarks,
the expectations o
SynapseIt was an anatomical deviationSynapse5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for which I sought condemnation;
an incidental cognitive martyrdom
by learned capitulation.
Brains bound tightly by bridge,
a nexus strung from rope and plaster,
above a sinuous chasm
swimming with imps and neurotransmitters.
From dreams I count my sleep,
exhausted upon waking
to this lucid accusation.
Passion dulls the cerebral caucus
leaking from my eyes and fingers.
It tastes metallic,
TomorrowTomorrow6 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
Cry not for the flower that once was
Or the way of nature or just because
For you see it is this life we seize
Our aim to be or just to please
The struggle of each day that comes
So hard or simple is the bee that hums
His tune as he works all day
We fight within to find our way
I know it has been said before
That how we live defines our core
Our very being is who we are
As sure that near is just as far
We laugh and cry and often say
That life is better when we pray
For all the others and not for us
To learn to give and share the trust
We need to see and not be blind
Of what is pure and who is kind
To give in moments when needed most
The Father, Son and Holy Ghost
Our faith in some is often lost
But do remember at any cost
Without in what we do believe
There is no tomorrow to achieve
On Ariadnethe loom of lust:On Ariadne5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
In the heart of your ears,
and till your outstretched feet
the spinner of mad red has corrupted,
her fingers like dragonflies threading
bark and twined grass into your hair
around your sure wrists, your angled feet
'this is love, my shining bride-to be,' you whisper,
and disappear with her among billowing black sails.
the abandonment of Ariadne:
He wooed you in a labyrinth of spinners,
and wed you in black sails, beneath jealous skies.
'Sleep and tomorrow you shall be Queen of Athens,'
Ariadne, sleep, tomorrow the sun will shine,
and the sea will ebb sympathetic away from
these deserted sands.
the death, or descent:
Spin, my hanging nymph,
sleep and let the dryad-tree's shadow
ease your descent.
The spinning nymph for our mad lord,
the gentleness for the grapes of wrath
and the delight for the madness,
come. Drink, be it ambrosia or wine,
be it mother and son, or nymph and lord.
Spin, lady, and drink, lord,
and I will breat
Their Movementswe are blind. theseTheir Movements5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pine siskins accept
our food but their movements
pity us; together, on this wet,
aging bench, we are still.
there are only two. we hear
them argue over the
thistle seed in our
hands, but we agree it is
playful and leave them
to their meal. i feel
your whisper in my ear
and we smile.
they fly away after we no longer amuse them.
goodbyegoodbye...goodbye3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sometimes it's the saddest word to say
and it's sad to walk away
with just the memories
but i stride
with petals falling from my hands
and leaves crunching in the light
promising my freedom
let it slide
was the hardest thing to do,yes
but history changed itself
when i made those choices
oozes from the cracked skin
and my innocent body...
but you were satisfied
you look fine
as you smile from day to day
but does he even know
the things you hide?
are you happy?
i hope you finally rest
and have some harmless fun
learn to be kind
let me out of your mind
unclasp your hand from around me
and let yourself live
My Sea.............I walk, I sit, then gaze breathlesslyMy Sea.............6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Inhaling this scene of pure serenity
Such beauty in this moment found
The music, to my ears, this sound
Of crashing waves and mystery deep
With struggles it intends to keep
I sigh when thinking of the souls
lost within the deep blue folds
That something tangible and yet so raw
Can leave you wanting so much more
I tremble as I smell the salt
Mixed with pain and no-ones fault
I look for miles and all I find
Is promise that was meant to bind
Amidst confusion and love's sweet hurt
These grains of sand that turn to dirt
Within my hands it seeps to dust
The sadness torn in loss of trust
She is my sea and I will confide
My secrets bitter and angst I hide
Who listens to my torturous words
On gentle breezes once were heard
Her arms of water take me silently
Let me slip within her generousity
My heart is lighter with each step
These memories be forever kept
Within the blue of her embrace
I slip forgotten, without a trace
Will my lover think o
She was BeautifulWe have a daughterShe was Beautiful5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
quiet with little fuss
& molding us as god.
Her small verbs
span indifferent cities,
aloof mountain ranges,
& the hours of
blank faced clocks
She knows there are
worse things than dark
the black waters of the mind
We have created her
pressed & dried bouquets
& willow sticks
things only we
could make a life from.
One day we'll wake up
as different people
but the magic
of a shared procreation
will keep us tied
wanting to see each other's
newly patchworked faces.
We have a daughter
holding our hands together
& keeping the spaces & cracks
from collapsing our lives.
FallI am fallingFall5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The ground is far below
The sky is so blue
Its such a beautifull day to die
Day DreamingDay Dreaming5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As I sit in my room, I daydream about him serenading me through my window or crawling up the pipeline to rescue me from my well for lack of better words, boredom.
I sighed. I really missed him and couldn't wait another day to see him.
Sometimes, I pretend that he is actually coming to my window to serenade me. I remove the clutter around my window so that I could walk straight up to it and watch his wonderful show, only for me. I clean my room a little, just in case he decided that he wanted to come in, and I bring up some cookies from the kitchen in case he grew hungry from all that singing and guitar playing.
I knew it was unhealthy to dream like this, or to feed my imagination into believing that he would come, but what was I to do? There's no way I couldn't pretend. After a while, I started to pretend th
I n h a l e - rin matsuoka x readerI n h a l e - rin matsuoka x reader1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
I n h a l e
You were currently struggling with trying to get your hair in place so it looked somehow decent, so you could feel presentable to go to outside. Letting your hands fall to the sides of your body, you finally gave up. You weren’t going to get anywhere like this. You silently observed your face in the mirror; its curves, the shape of your eyes, nose and lips, and its color. Your eyes became half-lidded, for you regretted staring at you for so long. It made you extremely uncomfortable and you didn’t like the way you felt about your appearance. So you had decided to simply avoid looking at yourself; to save up the little bit of self-confidence you still had.
Sighing in the softest manner, you walked away from the mirror and sat down on your bed to slip your shoes on. After you were done you got up once again, walking away from your bedroom and at a point, the front door of your apartment. You didn’t really know where you were going, but then again, you didn
Shadow ManIf only you knew this manShadow Man4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Walking in the night
If he held a book
If he held a lantern
He's just you and I alike
Made from the stars above
Talking out of a broken jaw
We don't understand each other
He holds a piece of you
You hold a piece of him
Friend, Enemy; tethered
This is the shadow man
You're bound to meet him
He maybe your greatest enemy
Therefore he maybe you.
StereotypeDon't shove a name on me Stereotype4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your stereotype can crash and burn.
You cannot keep me down;
I will always rise and return.
Your labels mean nothing to me
Utter nonsense through and through.
Every person is unique;
I am me and you are you.
Skinny, smarty, four-eyed freak...
Chubby, lazy, forgetful, meek...
Afraid, coward, forgetful fool...
Follower, do-gooder, mindless tool.
All these names are meaningless
I am me and you are you.
But when names cease to be
How can you tell who is who?
Labels define us and create us
Remind us of who we are.
Every person is unique,
But stereotypes can go too far.
F.R.I.E.N.D.S ch 17Takara was walking through the village, waiting for Kiba and Choji to show up. They wanted her to go out to dinner with them . . . but they both asked. So, she accepted both invitations, and to Kiba and Choji's dismay, it became a . . . threesome (author's note: teehee). She sat on the bench at the bottom of the hill the restaurant was on top of. She looked closer when she saw something accelerating towards her at rocket ship speed. Oh, wait; it was two objects . . . or maybe people? Yes, it was Choji and Kiba . . . racing to get to her first. Mature. When they got there, they were all sweaty and panting: a gorgeous look when you're about to go on a date.F.R.I.E.N.D.S ch 175 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Hi, Takara. How are you?" Kiba said when he caught his breath.
"Um, all right. Are you two Ok?" She asked.
"I am fine "Choji said
Then Kiba pulled a box from behind him; well, it was shaking and had holes in it. He said "I, uh, got you something . . . if you don't mind . . . I mean, well, here," After stuttering through the sentence
F.R.I.E.N.D.S ch 12F.R.I.E.N.D.S ch 125 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Naruto walked outside to the mailbox with bed hair and pajamas. He undid the fancy envelope and read the perfect calligraphy. It was a wedding invitation. He laughed out loud and made some people walking by stare when he saw the sincerely at the bottom: Love, Sakura and Sasuke Uchiha. Hinata walked up the sidewalk and giggled. "Talking to yourself again?"
"No, but get a load of this!" He handed her the letter and she frowned. "What is it?" Naruto asked.
"Sakura just doesn't seem like the teen marriage type. Well, I didn't think she was the teen mom type either, but I guess she is now. I'm just scared she's doing it out of desperation because she got kicked out of her house."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait! Sakura's pregnant!" He screamed.
"Oh, keep up, Naruto! She did it with Sasuke as an apology for breaking my cousin's heart. Now she's pregnant and when she told her parents, she got kicked out. Now she's getting married. Caught up?"
He nodded, sad. He wanted Sakura to do this
Honey and the BeeHoney and the Bee4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My back against the tree,
as I sit here and watch,
and the Bee.
GaiLee Unpredicted Love Ch.1Chapter 1GaiLee Unpredicted Love Ch.15 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
"So...Tell us why you are gay again, Lee." the weaponry kunoichi said, trying to sound casual. The young green beast glared at Tenten because of what she said while Gai-sensei was present.
"Okay, first of all, I am gonna kill you. Second of all, I am gay because that is how my body is. Third of all, I LIKE MEN!"
"So that means you're in love with Gai-sensei?"
Lee gapped then turned around to yell at Neji.
"WHAT THE HELL! WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE FUN OF ME?"
Tenten and Neji laughed while Gai just kept on walking, silently.
"Uh, sensei?" whispered Lee. No anser. So Lee asked again.
"Hello? Sensei? Earth to SENSEI!"
Neji laughed harder at Lee until he couldn't breath.
"Thanks to you Neji, Gai-sensei won't talk to me!" Lee said, kicking Neji down. Neji slowed down his laughing.
"Well, it's true, isn't it, Lee?"
Lee blushed and looked away. Neji and Tenten smirked at each other.
"Busted" they both muttered.
"Shut up!" Gai said in the distance, causing Lee to blush
KxI - The Mission - 5Chapter 5KxI - The Mission - 55 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"How long until your next mission?"
"I actually haven't been assigned any new ones yet. But it probably won't be long." Kakashi sighed. Only these last 6 months had he cursed being busy so much; normally he had a maximum of 3 days off before going on a new mission. He hadn't minded it before he got together with Iruka, but that had changed drastically.
Iruka's face fell, though Kakashi couldn't see it under his chin. "Probably not," he agreed sadly. He sometimes wished Kakashi had a more regular job, but he knew well that the legendary shinobi could never live that way, like Iruka did. "Hey, you're wounded, they should let you off for a while, right?" It was an extremely minor wound, but maybe Kakashi had some favours he could call in.
"I don't think so." the jounin muttered. "But hey, look on the bright side. I made it home for today." he smiled and stroke a hand down Iruka's chest.
"Nah, you're right," the Chuunin conceded, stretching like a cat under Kakashi's caress. "Mmm
Forever- Chapter 17ForeverForever- Chapter 175 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"U-ume? Is that you?" I asked the pink haired girl who stood in front of me.
"Long time no see, eh Sakura?" she asked flipping her long hair behind her shoulder. She had changed, ALOT, since I saw her last. Her hair was a darker pink then mine, but still looked like an older version of me. She wore a long dress, but it cut in half at hands length. Half the dress continued to get longer while the other half stayed that length. The back of the dress however was at the length of the longer part. On the continued part of the skirt there was the white Haruno symbol over her black dress. She had a fishnet undershirt, making the top of the dress similar to Itachi's shirt, but the fishnet continued down her arms to her elbows.
She leaned back onto the wall, crossing her arms, her bracelets dangling loosely. I noticed a blossom charm hanging off one of the rings.
"Yeah, how many years has it been?" I asked, trying to make a normal conversation wit