Reader X Germany: legally married!? Chapter 15I opened my eyes. I turn my head seeing mirror of myself. I lift myself up to a sitting position. I touched my head. I felt bandages. I look at my head that also wrap up in bandages. I look around only my eyes. I was in a room. Who’s room? The door opened. “_______!!!!!!” the women run over to me and hug me. There was other person with her. He was wearing a white coat. “How are you feeling?” he asked. I didn’t answer just stare at them blankly. “______, the doctor asked you a question.” I stare at her. “uh….______ do you recognize this women?” he asked. I shake my head no. the women flip out, “_____!!!!! Stop playing around. It’s me. You’re boss.” I shake my head in confusion. “Can you leave me with her,” he told the boss. My boss left stomping her feet closing the door behind. “______do you recognize that name?” I shake my head no. he sighs, “it figuresReader X Germany: legally married!? Chapter 152 years ago in Romance More Like This
A Reichenbach Poem (BBC Sherlock)It’s been awhile since you fell down to Earth from the skyA Reichenbach Poem (BBC Sherlock)1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
My, how our time together had gone by
First you were here and then you're not
And now you're in a Coffin, left to rot
I still remember that day you ended our final call
The day I wasn't able to break your fall
I didn't believe that any of it was real
But as I approached, there was no pulse to feel
I just want to say, you were never a lie
So I stubbornly refuse to say goodbye
I am all alone now, and I owe you so much
Look at me now; I'm back on a crutch
I want you back; I don't care what you said
So I’m begging you Sherlock, Please, don't be Dead.
My Dearest and LoveliestOh, as smooth as the creases of nightMy Dearest and Loveliest4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And as certain as the blaze that dawn brings
Each note gives my soul wings
Like Heaven's purest ray of light
Sing my head to sleep and lure my heart awake
What risks and chances will your white keys to me make
Thoughts not bitter but sweet enlighten me
The music intoxicates me, let it flood in like a sea
My throat will increase in lustful sighs
As I shall always beg for this sweet song's reprise
Do not yet bring its demise
I know that all endings are mere lies!
Take my fleeting thoughts for a ride
Whether it may spin me in circles or around me tied
Crumble me and twist me round in awe
I promise you, my steps shan't ever take pause
Play fast now, sharp and hasty
The music blesses me, I shall let it take me
My passion rests in the notes
Let the song shield my old self like layers of cloaks
I can disappear in this
I can appear anywhere on the earth
To my ears kiss after kiss
Ah, I am uncontrolled and uncontrollable from this mirth!
Round in circles yo
Fall of Danton and DesmoulinsI wrote this short piece in honor of the 217th anniversary of the Thermidorian Reaction, when Maximilien and Augustin Robespierre were sent to execution. It's kind of silly, but I felt I should do something to remember them. I hope you like it.Fall of Danton and Desmoulins4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The season was early spring, and even the heaviest shutters could not keep the brilliant Paris sunlight out of my brother's small flat. Maximilien had closed them tightly, preferring to work without the distractions of the Rue Saint-Honoré outside, but even he could not completely block out the world below. Persistent rays slipped between the wooden slats, accompanied by the warm fragrance of spring air. I savored the scent of young flowers and crisp grass, but I knew it would irritate my brother's allergies. Along with these aromas came muffled shouts from the street and the perpetual sawing and hammering of Maurice Duplay's carpentry shop. I snuck a quick glance at Maximilien, who was normally so sensitive to sound. Today he didn't seem t
Women of the RoseWomen of the Rose4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They are loved, they are pampered
The are groomed and by all enamoured
They are loving, they are caring
They are constantly faring
They are used and abused
They are pawns in a game misused
They are women of the rose
And each has but one goal
To put each her own son on the throne
rejectionrejection10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As I lay alone, crying in my bed,
With a permanent rain cloud over my head,
I feel that life is letting me go,
The whole world goes by so slow,
With me just watching as time goes by,
And I stare at the moon in the dark night sky,
And I wish for just a moment that I wasn't me,
Why cant the people around me see?
That even though im not a work of art,
It doesn't mean you can break my heart,
The soul shattering stares at me you give,
If only you knew how hard my life is to live,
With so many rejections from the closest most dear,
Im screaming inside if only you'd hear,
If I was beautiful would you notice me?
Would I be visible for all to see?
If I was gorgeous, a picture of beauty
Loud outgoing or bubbly a cutie,
Why cant you look inside and see?
Or cant you love me for just being me?
Middle SchoolIt's a place where you can't tell the things that stand out from the ones that fit in. Everything is loud, dramatic, and tragic. Everything is about what you see and know, and what you don't will be used to stab your back later. No one is safe and everyone is looking for someone to trust. Nothing's stable. Nothing's certain. What keeps you alive today will be your downfall the next. Everything is as dramatized as this bit of writing. The things that are small, light, and simple are easily crushed. Being a child is outlawed, and being an adult is tasteless. Groups provide structure and allows for more hate. Everyone tries to fit in and they all want to stand out. No one can think or speak without permission. The rules you follow to stay happy break the rules that are spoken. Chaos is everywhere and everyone's smile is fake.Middle School4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
ADPADP: Accidental Destruction of PlantsADP4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Spring, it's coming again. Finally. I was almost afraid it would stay away this year... But it won't. It's coming back. Hooray! Because not only spring is coming, but also little animals such as ducks, sheep, cows, etc. And of course, flowers.
So beautiful, flowers. It's kind of a habit of my aunt to give me (and my sister) a little plant for Easter. The only problem is that I truly can't keep a plant alive. It's not an exaggeration this time. I just keep killing plants! Not on purpose, of course, but they keep dying. Once I got a little plant (which was supposed to produce some kind of weird strawberries, but honestly, I've never seen anything like that...)
I kind of forgot about that plant... So it slowly died of thirst and lack of attention.
The second plant I got was truly beautiful. The flowers were all kinds of yellow and it was growing really well. Because I remembered what I had done to my previous plant, I decided this one was definitely N
The American Obesity ProblemThe American Obesity Problem4 years ago in Editorial More Like This
I have no face. There was a time when I may have owned one, but this is a fuzzy half-memory. In fact, it may be entirely an invention of fantasy. These days, regardless of my history, I know for a fact that I have no face. However, I have been granted a name: The American Obesity Problem. And I am growing in the United States. You may have seen me on television. You may have been witness to my disconcerting back cleavage and mystified by the seamless transition my legs make from my calves into my ankles. You probably saw my unsettlingly large, shelf-like behind as it strained against my tight Capri pants that I swore I would fit into someday and, when I didn't lose the weight, decided to wear anyway because, "If I spend more than $30 on pants I better damn well find a way to squeeze into them." You may have caught a glance of ponytail resting on my back, or a peek at several of my lower chins. But
Fic: Dear AndreFic: Dear Andre4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It's been a few months, hasn't it? Yet, it feels like it was only yesterday that you left so suddenly, the wound still fresh in my heart. Who would've thought we would make it that far, my love? Who would've thought that what we had would blossom in such a wondrous, beautiful way ?
No one, not even me- and I still curse myself for letting so much time go by, so much time we could've spent together, reveling in the warmth of our love but I had been too stubborn, too blind to your undying devotion
My sweet Andre, you were ever so forgiving. You never held that against me and instead wrapped me tenderly in your arms, whispering sweet nothings in my ear, sweet words that were so sincere and heartfelt it touched me in the deepest part of my soul, made me feel loved and protected like a true woman.
It was something I didn't know I needed, but I did ever so desperately and only you could have awakened that in me.
But we got ripped from that didn't we? We
Klaine: UntitledKlaine: Untitled4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kurt's words hit me like a brick. In the face. He thought I was going to ask him out? Maybe it's cause I was just rejected and one of my friends just told me he liked me, but suddenly he was a lot more attractive. And his eyes were like Whoa. I didn't even notice them before. And he was waiting for me to answer him, or say something. I stared at him, then my shoes. My head was racing to sort things out before I said anything. I just thought that my sudden Emotion-attack was because I had just gained the knowledge that a living, breathing PERSON was, y'know, interested in me. I'm sure people had liked me before What's not to like? But no one had ever told me. I had never known people wanted to be with me. And why not Kurt? He's kind of cute, he's funny, and he's right there staring at me with those eyes.
Well yeah, I can't go out with him because I don't really like-like him yet. I may suck at romance, but I
Think TwiceRevolutionThink Twice4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Drop the bomb
Blow it up
Not a care
Raise a town
Burn it down
Shoot the crown
Can't stand by
Tell a lie
Do you know what
We're fighting for?
Attrocities of war.
History repeating forevermore.
If we thought twice
And didn't roll dice,
The flame of war
Wouldn't burn on and on and on
For the win
Spread the fear
Work for freedom
Don't need them
Kill the rest
Do you know what
We're fighting for?
Attrocities of war.
History repeating forevermore.
If we thought twice
And didn't roll dice,
The flame of war
Wouldn't burn on and on and on
For the best
Nihil ad remWalking alone, I feel so unprepared. Sifting through faces with my straining eyes; I feel that if I were to be asked a question from a stranger I would willingly unzip my innards and show them all the pipes I never showed you. And it would be just as relevant.Nihil ad rem8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I could say that I feel the winter more acutely, use it as an easy setting for distress. Snowing hard when it's not snowing. And never has. But what would you say if I told you I do not feel the wind? Its gelid kisses. Instead I feel inner warmth surrounding me as a protective skin; I can feel cloud fingers hurtling at me the misgivings of far away land masses -- full of million myriad dreams; whispered, screamed, silenced.
I expose my neck and try to feel the words on my collarbones, feeling for truncated sentences behind my ears. I take my coat off and fly down highways of thought, close my eyes to the sirens, to the chattering rivers of now.
But the voices die on the trill. Paragraphs fade into ash as realisations in tomes lon
One Night, One Party (Drunk!Hetalia x Reader)One Night, One Party (Drunk!Hetalia x Reader)10 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Author's Note: Contains Randomness, Frozen Movie references, Swearing etc.
It was like just another ordinary party at (Country Name)’s house, wherein she invited her friends coming from the Allies, the Axis and some others, things we’re going smoothly at the party until somebody decided to have a few drinks and there goes the...
“GET BACK HERE YOU BLOODY FROG!” Arthur shouted while chasing Francis. He almost tripped because of the long (favourite color) dress—down to his feet—he’s wearing.
“NOT IN A MILLION YEARS, BLACK SHEEP OF EUROPE!” Francis shouted back, he was wearing one of (Name)’s bra, skinny jeans that made his lower region...bulge...and plus in high heels.
“EH EH MAPLE LEAF QUEEN HAM BACON MOOSE ANTLER EH!” Matthew yelled as he jumped on the sofa and on the cushion and posed like Katniss from the Hunger Games with a bow.
“I’m surrounded by idiots.” (Name) muttered as she hung her
RejectionRejectionRejection8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All my life I felt rejected.
All my life I felt neglected.
All my life was a living hell,
Ordered to get out of my protective shell.
My life was really sad, indeed
And I cant see the person I need.
I cant find the person I need the most,
I feel that all my life Ive been a ghost.
All my tears were replaced with grief,
All I wanted was just a relief.
Come break me down
Burie me, burie me now
I am finished with my life.
How To: Fanfiction SummariesHello, everyone! Jetsir here with a few tips and tricks on how to write a decent fanfiction summary for sites such as fanfiction.net and any other site that allows you to explain a little bit about your story to potential readers before they dive straight into it.How To: Fanfiction Summaries5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I'm a very picky reader, and easily angered to boot. So when I read a sucky summary, I usually think that the story is sucky as well and don't read it.
But what makes a sucky summary? Here's a few things that some authors write that really turn me off of a story:
#1.) "...I suck at summaries..."
To me, this means that if you aren't capable of writing a short sentence about your story, then your story doesn't really have much plot to it. This isn't really a problem, but when you actually acknowledge that you suck at writing something, it leads me to believe that you might have some other writing weaknesses within the story as well.
#2.)"It isn't very good, but gets better as you go along."
Do you honestly
sewer rati am a sewersewer rat3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
full of stench and rot
and human waste
(i am a waste of a human)
filled with rats
because only these
diseased contagion monsters
could pretend i'm worth something more
than just a receptacle
like maybe i can converse
like maybe i'm a good listener
like maybe i'm more than just a body
and i have a mind
and someone could maybe love this
for more than it's worth
so i don't have to turn myself
so that my bones show to the eyes
who see the damage
but do nothing
because it's so
A card for youA card for you4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The card in my hand is for you
But I don't have the courage to give it to you
I've done this for the past two days
Tomorrow is Valentines Day
Oh what should I do?
But today I'll give it to you
I really want you to see how much I love you
I will tomorrow.
I see a girl give you a card
That's when I knew that I can't
I feel tears at the corner of my eyes
Then I hear you turn her down
Now I have hope
And a lot
Slowly I walk up to you
I call you away from your friends
I take you around the corner and give you the card
Before you open it I run away
I reach the school yard and I think that I lost you
Then I fall to the ground
Wait..... it's more like pinned
I try to stay calm but I can't
The one on top of me gets off when he feels me shift
But he's still holding my hand
I'm about to tell him to let go
Then I see that its you
With the card in your hand
You pull me close
Then you tell me your favorite part of the card
"I love you"
Left Within the RainLeft Within the Rain6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I recollect the days I could just reveal all my secrets to you,
bare my soul and yet there you remained, making me laugh far too simply,
when I had shed tears over you,
I let it pass, for you had continuously made me smile,
but when I gazed at you walking away,
what hurt the most was recalling you,
how secure we had once been.
Staring through these shadows that I witness from my sight,
its quite complicated to deal, impossible,
to deal with such pain, now that youve let me go,
from here I rest, afraid to let everything slip away,
afraid Ill do nothing but regret.
What Ive held so long, the pain within,
the missing emotion that left beside with you,
what you took from me was my open soul, my open mind, and my open heart.
I thought you would never hurt me, but here I remain, alone and hurt,
how it happened, I was a fool, yet I would easily do everything again,
I regret nothing, being so close to you, being hurt in the past,
I thought I could defy gravity, defy my
Bonne fete CanadaHappy Birthday to me...Bonne fete Canada4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A low, saddened voice filled the empty house in Ottawa, the singing the only sign that the home was even occupied by someone at all. All the lights in the house were off, except for the flickering light that bounced off the walls in the dining room. The wax candle had slowly burnt lower and lower as the day went on. A few wax drips fell from the candle, staining the cake's white icing coat with a red, sticky substance.
Sitting in a chair in front of the cake was the huddled up form of one Matthew Williams, also known as the nation of Canada. Anyone who's heard of Canada had the stereotype in their head that Canadians were friendly, polite and happy people. So why was the nation itself sitting alone in a darkened house, staring with an obvious displeasure at the slowly sinking cake?
July first was a national holiday in Canada. A time for celebrating with others, those you care about, and your family. Now how was poor Matthew supposed to celebrate, when his
Another Hetalia Fairytale 1Once upon a time, in the land of Germin, there was a young prince. He had all his heart's desires, he had the world's wealth, the greatest kingdom ever imagined, however, the prince was spoiled, selfish and unkind. No one dared to refuse his demands because they were terrified of him.Another Hetalia Fairytale 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
One winter's night, an old beggar came to his castle and asked for shelter from the bitter cold, offering only a rose for payment. The prince sneered at the gift and turned him away. But the old beggar warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty lies within. And the prince dismissed him again. Suddenly, the beggar's appearance melted away to reveal a handsome sorcerer. The prince tried to apologize but it was too late, for he had seen that there was no love in his heart.
As punishment for his cruelty, he placed a powerful spell on the castle and all who lived there and turned the prince into a hideous beast before vanishing in the wind. Ashamed of his hideous form, the beast concealed himself
Viva la ViralYou sit there in your heartache,Viva la Viral3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You enter the room, take a seat they're all free, you're the first one to the meeting and surrender yourself to the thoughts buzzing around your head.
Waiting on some beautiful boy,
You know exactly why you're here so early, even if you won't admit to yourself that you're hoping he'll be early too, that maybe you'll be the only two in the room for a while and you can pretend you'll be brave enough to tell him.
To save you from your old ways.
But you know you won't, though, or even if you do, he won't believe you you flirt and joke and play around too much for him to take you seriously, and the reputation you once thought of as harmless has now turned into shackles that chafe.
You play forgiveness,
There are footsteps in the corridor and it feels like someone's hit an overdrive button in your brain; you straighten your spine, pull your expression into something approaching serious, ignore the quiet voice a
gypsies.....Let's be gypsies, traveling dancers-gypsies.....8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you've got the know-how,
I've got the looks.
Let's be nomads, coin-catching Capricorns
singing for the common folk
just like in the books.
We'll dance for a dollar.
We'll rhyme for a dime.
We'll travel on the cobblestones
if we find the time.
Rattle our rattles,
vocal chords and tom-tom drums
keep feet light upon the ground
shout to heaven, show your gums
let's be gypsies.
you've got the know-how-
I've got the looks.