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 151 year 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
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
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
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
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 rem7 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
RejectionRejectionRejection7 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.
One Night, One Party (Drunk!Hetalia x Reader)One Night, One Party (Drunk!Hetalia x Reader)9 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
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
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.
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
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
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
Hawkeye X Reader- Chapter 33 Taste of LuxuryThe restaurant itself was superb. Small round tables were scattered about the large dining room. Each table was covered by a thick crimson table cloth, and in the centre was a small crystal vase full of sweet smelling roses. The majority of light came from large candles of differing shades of red, gold and silver. At the rear of the main dining room was a shiny black piano, being played by a refined looking middle aged man. You smiled as a cheerful waitress led you to a table by a large window overlooking a beautiful river. Clint thankfully took it upon himself to order the wine. You were much too preoccupied with your surroundings to try and decipher any of the strange sounding names and years. He seemed to enjoy your apparent astonishment, his mouth turning up at the corners every time you attempted to form words.Hawkeye X Reader- Chapter 33 Taste of Luxury4 months ago in Romance More Like This
By the time the wine had arrived you had acclimatized to the luxury surrounding you. Until a man who looked exactly like Sam Worthington entered the room. You just about sp
his mother in readingit might've been the weighthis mother in reading3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she gained in her
hips and stomach
her only child,
or the heft of responsibility
brought on by jobs and bills
and eviction notices,
but she wasn't beautiful
some key element
left her skin empty
and let it sag
and slump like her shoulders.
she looked like wet laundry
hung like papier mache
streamers dragged down
by a cold summer rain.
it choked the life out of her
i can see it in her eyes
in her face
she just sits in front of the television
she doesn't feel love anymore-
telling a story that has no end,
breaking her heart just to feel again-
there is a big nothing
where love should be.
Babysitters for the WeasleysBabysitters for the Weasleys4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Percy! Fred! George!" called Molly Weasley.
She was holding her youngest child, Ginny, while her second youngest, Ron, was clinging to her leg. Percy, Fred, and George Weasley all ran down the stairs, pushing each other, racing to get to the bottom. Fred reached the bottom first, or was it George? No one could ever tell. Molly even put the letters of their first names on their shirts. Still, they wore each other's clothes. Percy, on the other hand, had reached the bottom last, tripping on the bottom steps. His square glasses jumped off his face, and he searched frantically for them before Molly took pity on him and got them herself.
"Percy, Fred, George, I have already told Ginny and Ron, but I have to run out. Charlie and Bill are at Hogwarts, and your father is at work. I have hired babysitters," she explained. Percy, Fred, and George groaned.
"But Mum--" whined Fred.
"--we don't like babysitters--" whined George.
"--and say we're bad--"
"--and give us punishments
PruRu: IllusionPruRu: Illusion4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I know it's hard to tell
How mixed up you feel
Hoping what you need
Is behind every door
Each time you get hurt
I don't want you to change
'Cause everyone has hopes
You're human after all
Ivan was lying on his bed, looking at the ceiling. He was waiting for something to happen. Something important, even if it was a sad thing. He knew what was about to happen was inevitable, no matter what he did. Because everything that begins must come to an end. Even his relationship with Gilbert, after all those years they spent together, and all those things they went through. It had to end. The wall would fall soon.
-He will leave. -He said sadly and sighed, feeling tears beginning to roll down his cheeks. -No matter how many times he promises he won't I know he'll leave, da.
When Gilbert finally came to love him, Ivan expected them to be together forever, even knowing that wouldn't happen, he had the slight hope i
Hawkeye X Reader- Chapter 34 Family Matters“Clint….” You pushed the peas around your plate.Hawkeye X Reader- Chapter 34 Family Matters4 months ago in Romance More Like This
“Mmm?” He looked up, mouth full of salmon.
“I was wondering whether you ever met my father.”
Clint shifted in his seat, clearing his throat uncomfortably. “I met him briefly, yes.”
Your eyes widened. “What was he like as an agent?”
“He was one of the best. Your father was Fury’s go to agent for anything difficult, including apprehending me.”
You nodded chewing a small mouthful of food before replying. “Is that why Fury wanted me so badly? Because he thought I would be like my father?”
Clint gave you a questioning look.
Sighing you elaborated. “I remember on the helicarrier when you mentioned him wanting me badly.”
“You have a good memory,” setting down his knife and fork he looked at you steadily. “I’m not meant to say anything, or at least not so early. But I’m not going to lie to you for the sake of
Hetalia x Reader: Seven Minutes In Heaven EnglandHetalia x Reader: Seven Minutes In Heaven England9 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
You shakily picked up a random paper and slowly opened it. Your eyes widened.
'Holy crapola...I got Arthur.'
"Who'd you get, (Name)?" Francis peeked at the paper. "Oh! It looks like (Name) got Arthur!"
"Me?" Arthur stood up and opened the door for you to enter in. "After you."
"Thank you," you said quietly before getting in the closet. Arthur went in right after. Francis decided to play Cupid, so he pushed Arthur on top of you and slammed the door.
"Seven minutes, you lovebirds!" he hummed happily.
"Um, (Name). Are you uncomfortable with this?" Arthur said, lifting your head up to see his dazzling, green eyes. It seemed as if no matter what they always appeared bright.
"Not at all! I'm glad I got you as a partner!" you said.
"Really?" Arthur blushed a little. "Thank you for saying that. I like you as my partner, too."
You both looked at each other blankly while smiling like idiots.
"Um, you look handsome in this lighting," you grinned.
Arthur chuckled. "You too,