Rin and Len FanFiction Ch. 4Rin and Len FanFiction Ch. 43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Class went on of course, but I wasn't very focused. When school finally ended, something hit my back that awoke me from my daze. "Ah!" I said.
"Uh... sorry..." Len was behind me, he was picking up some papers. "My... book slipped..." his face was as red as mine was.
"That is okay..." I got up. "I wasn't focused enough it was my fault..." I started to help him pick up his papers but he grabbed my wrist. I looked up, I was scared.
"Umm... sorry... It's kind of personal... that's all..." he took the paper from my hand, I caught a glimpse of it.
"You... write music?" We stood up. He was blushing, he looked embarrassed. "Oh, I am so sorry I didn't know that-"
"Do..." he interrupted me. "Would you... like to hear some...?" Just as I was about to say yes Neru came up.
"Hi Len! I have barely talked to you all day!" she patted his back. "I was wondering if you could help me...?
The men who chased the sunsetOnce upon a time there were two men, chasing the sunset. They chased it with nets and traps and spears and bows, for they found it beautiful and they wanted to take it home.The men who chased the sunset3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They chased the sunset for weeks and months and years, but for all their traps and clever ways, they could never catch as much as a ray. Sometimes they argued over it, sometimes they laughed about it and, more often than they'd admit, they cried for it.
One day, one of the men came running into their camp, shouting and jumping.
"I've caught it, I've caught it!" he yelled, waving his arms and laughing.
"Well show me! Where do you keep it? How did you catch it?" demanded the other.
"I have caught it with my eyes, and I trapped it in my head, and now it's there forever, and the sunset is mine!" said the first man.
"But will you show me?" asked the other, "I long to see the sunset that we've worked so hard to catch."
The first man hesitated.
"Well, it's in my head, and I can see it so clearly, but I don't know how to g
Before You Leave...Before you leave your home behind, write a note, not explaining the where or why, but merely saying, "Goodbye." If you feel that this is far too blunt, write that adventure has stolen your heart.Before You Leave...9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Head over the hills where the gossipers dwell. They claim to keep secrets, but tell them instead. Close your mouth and cover your ears, so that none of their words may touch virgin ears.
Tiptoe over the bridge. Do not make a sound. It is here that trolls make their rounds.
Over the valley, across three streams, at the edge of the forest of the unknown and unseen, lies a door.
You won't see it at first, since you'll look with your eyes.
Close them at once. Open your mind.
Remember your manners. Remember to knock, and you may find this door left unlocked.
You open this door just like any other, except take a breath. You may not have another.
The door will open without a squeak, leading to a corridor, slim and meek.
Before you take another step. Forget every word that you've read,
A Glass of WineThe crystal disperses a spectrum across the wall;A Glass of Wine4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a hazy kaleidoscope twisting with each shift
of her hand.
Inside the glass swirls a silky liquid,
like molten rubies or a pool of blood.
She shifts her legs, emerald satin
on her thighs.
The Lola she wears on her neck,
a veil of warm vanilla and rose-soaked pear,
masks the aroma of her drink, so that the
reminders of its existence
are the cool sensations of glass against skin
and the dizzy tango dancing in her temples.
She touches the wine to her lips,
tasting the perfumed tang of fermented fruit,
and drinks it in one.
Storms of a Darker Shade.Storms of a Darker Shade.Storms of a Darker Shade.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh, how I love the storm clouds,
Rolling over my vision.
Cracking thunder like a blanket,
Coating all my screams.
Can you hear that sound of horror,
Agony piercing through the air.
It's coated by the sound of lightning,
But soon the sound will be dead.
I love the storm clouds' depth and sorrow,
It's twisting patterns like angered water.
I can see it sealing it's sheet of darkness,
Over the desperate moon.
What if the moon never came back again,
And we were blind in the dark of night.
You could never catch a single glimmer,
Of the tears falling from my eyes.
Demons crawl across my bedroom walls,
Dancing again as the lightning cracks.
They watch me with warped sinister eyes,
Laughing at my pain and anguish.
Why do they find my distress so delightful,
This torment playing with my mind.
Their cackles of thunder at my affliction,
Playing tricks on my rememberance.
I bid the storm a dulled farewell,
As my vision starts to fade.
No longer can I live in colour,
Dying HeartThe silence screams so loud I can't hear myself say:Dying Heart3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I loved you with all of my heart.
I cried continuously, I wanted you to stay,
But as I wanted you more, we fell apart.
So far from each other, we don't talk;
Barely look at me as you pass me in the hall...
You make as if you don't see me walk,
Walk right by you, you don't notice at all.
Now I've moved on, I guess you did too -
I don't want you so bad no more.
The butterflies are gone, they left with you;
My dying heart beats one last time on the floor.
My Heart and YoursIt was the bright sunlight that woke Claire from her sleep. It seemed that someone had opened her curtains for her. Or perhaps they had been that way when she arrived, so delirious with exhaustion and overwhelming joy that she simply didn't remember. She was thankful; early morning was her favourite time of day. The light told her it was maybe eight o'clock, for it was gentle, but fresh, caressing the surfaces it touched with a lively yellow glow. It splayed out across the room, revealing the sparkling linoleum floor and the overly starched duvet from which Claire now wiggled.My Heart and Yours4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As she sat up, Claire looked over and noticed her husband was still sleeping, slumped in the chair in the corner with his mouth slightly open. Good, she thought, and after wrapping a dressing gown around her still-swollen tummy, she left the room and tiptoed along the corridor, finding her destination with ease, guided by the whitewashed walls. She entered.
There he was. Asleep, with his mouth open just like his
Walking You tell me to quit. I tell you I can’t. I can never tell you, you’re the reason I do in the first place. I speak every word for you. If I didn’t I would be silent. But I can’t stop talking. Can’t stop smiling. You would see the truth. But for once you actually care. So I sneak out my window. I take my little wooden box with me. I slip the box in the pocket of my jeans so I won’t lose it. I walk down the empty streets. No stars. There are never stars. I keep walking. I take the turn onto the one sidewalk that leads to nowhere. I finally get where I’m going. I sit down in the sand beside the lake. I take my little wooden box out of my jeans pocket and remove the cover hiding it. I take out one of my blades. And in the said I write “because I love you.” I take out the other razor blade and write “and because you never will.” Then for once I do somethinWalking6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
And Lay as Though She SmiledI died of cholera in the third grade. My best friend Alice Hathaway presided over my funeral.And Lay as Though She Smiled8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Lying in the school soccer field, holding a bouquet of dandelions, my cheeks rubbed with pollen, yellow and sickly, I asked Alice to give my eulogy.
Neither of us had ever gone to a funeral, but somehow I knew more.
"My eulogy. Say nice things about me. Since I'm dead."
She hesitated. "Elaine was really nice. I wish she hadn't died. And I hope she goes to Heaven."
"Are you done?"
"Okay, now's when you bury me."
Alice ripped grass from the field and poured it over me. I smiled as it fell into my mouth.
"Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust," I chanted.
In kindergarten I learned about nothing. At recess, on the playground, if I concentrated long enough on nothing I began to see nothing. I began to hear nothing.
In the first grade I discovered nothing smelled exceedingly good. In attempting to describe that smell to my parents I always failed. No, not a sweet smell, no
The suffix -aboo GuideThe suffix -aboo is one title nex to the suffix -whore that not many people like getting.The suffix -aboo Guide4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The term -aboo is a suffix attached to a few words to label someone who is takes their obsession to the extreme. These are people who are so obsessed that treat their obsession to the point of no return. They want to be that obsession, worship that obsession and defend it to the point of being labeled and alienated sometimes. Here are the few lables out there:
1. Weeaboo(or Wapanese): This started the -aboo series. They obsess over everything Japan. They pretty much want to became Japanese. In some cases they go all out in clothing, food, and music. They were labeled as Wapanese (wannabe Japanese) before the term weeaboo came in. They can be anyone at any creed.
2. Wolfaboo: These would wolf version of a weeaboo. They believe they were a wolf in an other life or have a wolf spirit. They would praise the wolves up to high heaven and refuse to look at facts. They would even make up exc
Drawing FAQDrawing FAQ4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
EDIT: This is REALLY LONG, so feel free to search for the question you want answered by hitting Ctrl+F to bring up your browser's search function. Any and all insults contained herein are for comedic purposes only (except when I'm addressing excessively stupid people, in which case, they started it. I find ignorance offensive. Even my own). If it helps, I get tired of being cruel about a quarter of the way in, and although I'm still quite sarcastic after that, I'm at least informative. You may have better luck just looking at my tutorials. More pictures, less sarcasm.
My Drawing FAQ AKA The Long-Winded Philosophy Of Pencil Drawings
Q. Can I ask you a quick question?
A. I guess, but make it snappy. I'm pretty busy.
Q. You're just sitting there... and spinning around in your swivel chair.
A. That is not true! I'm also trying to balance a pencil on my lip. Anyway, what may be perceived as staring slack-jawed into space, or gawking at screenc
10: Elle's RevengeElle ripped her arm free of the large sailor's grip as he hauled her up from the ladder and onto the deck. She nearly fell to the floor, feeling so detached and disoriented from the horror she had just witnessed that her whole body was numb.10: Elle's Revenge4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Mias is dead.
She felt a sharp twisting in her chest at the very thought, and she wanted nothing more than to crumple to the floor and cry. She looked towards the island, only able to see the outline of the cliffs and the glimmer of waves as they drifted onto the shore. Elle wanted to hurl herself over the side of the ship, to swim back to Mias and hold him in her arms one last time. But she knew there would be no point in it, that all the wishing and crying, all the promises and kisses in the world would never bring him back. All she could do now was hope that Mias knew what she felt for him. That his love for her was matched by her love for him.
She watched as Elias climbed up the last few steps of the ladder with a wide grin on his face,
Sweetness (AmericaXReader)This one is for Nekomimi2229, I hope ya all enjoy ^^Sweetness (AmericaXReader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You got out the ingredients to make his favourite cake and set them out carefully on the shiny marble table-top. "You know how long it takes to make the pastry right?" you asked your boyfriend sceptically.
He nods and grins at you like the idiot he is. "It's my birthday, so I wanna do whatever I want." He laughs at you, god, he may be an idiot, but he was your adorable idiot.
"Will you help me?" He nods excitedly, a sparkling twinkle in his eye.
Smiling at him, you put your favourite mixing bowl on the counter and started sifting flour, rubbing the butter in with your fingertips. "Alfie, could you pour in some sugar?" He nods and follows your instructions. "Now crack an egg... don't get any of the shell in! That's it."
He grins and you noticed that somehow he'd gotten flour all over him. You sighed and started wiping his nose, with your hands which were equally covered in flour. So in the end he was even more covered, glasses sliding
DD: The Day of OutbreakDay of outbreakDD: The Day of Outbreak6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Open your eyes to the sounds of sirens and screams,
I can promise this isnt another creepy zombie dream.
Ask yourself if youre truly awake, go on, pinch yourself,
Sooner gripping the reality will be better for the health.
Turn on the television, the news is looping an emergency broadcast,
An evacuation has been ordered, you better run, and you better run fast.
Unknowing you step into the outside world, now a miserable little hell,
To your right is whats left of the neighbors boy, the one you knew so well?
Something seems to click as your eyes widen, come to grips with things, have you?
Good thing youve played so many of those zombie games, now you know what to do.
You smash the window of a nearby crashed police car, and grab the first weapon you can reach,
You turn to the sounds of screeches and snarls, good job attracting the recently deceased.
Get ready, take aim, and be careful not to miss more than a single shot,
Pinkie Pie's Super PrankPinkie Pie's Incredible Interplanetary Super PrankPinkie Pie's Super Prank4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Twilight Sparkle's head shot up, eyes wide. A stray thought had interrupted her reading and struck terror deep into her heart.
Pinkie Pie had been quiet for hours! In a library!
The unicorn rushed from her room and down the stairs to the main floor, then let out a relieved whoosh of air at the sight of the pink pony. Pinkie was right where she left her, reading by candlelight from one of the many open books splayed across the library's largest table.
Twilight watched as Pinkie leaned over a book, eyes flicking side to side. Then the earth pony shifted one big step to the side, flipped the page of the next book, and leaned in close to the words. She only seemed to take around five seconds per book before moving on to the next.
"How do you manage to learn anything like that?" Twilight asked.
"By reading the words, silly," Pinkie replied without lifting her head, stepping to the next book in line. The exchange of words didn'
11:Elle's Wedding Day"Miss! Miss!" Thomas cried.11:Elle's Wedding Day4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Elle opened her eyes with a groan to find Thomas leaning over her, his little hands on her shoulder as he tried to shake her awake.
"What time is it?" She croaked.
Stretching, she turned onto her side and glanced at the porthole, frowning when she saw that it was still dark.
"It's just after dawn!" Thomas said, sitting beside her on the narrow bed.
Elle sighed, tugging the thin sheet more tightly around her shoulder. She had made it a habit to sleep as late as she could, not because she was depressed, she assured herself, but because it meant less time spent anywhere near Elias, and more time spent devising a plan.
"Why on Earth are you waking me up so early?" Elle asked, just as a deafening BOOM rocked the ship.
Elle shot up in the bed, grabbing Thomas protectively around the shoulders. "What the hell was that?" She shrieked.
Thomas laughed. "It's alright Miss, just a signal shot to let Tearny know we intend to make port."
Elle stood up and stretched
Never ForgetNever Forget The Times We Shared....Never Forget7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The Games We Played...
The Adventures We've Seen....
The People We've Met....
The Places We've Visited, and The Things We've Seen
Or The Fair Maidens We've,
Rescued Day After Day...
Even The Castle Which We Built To Defend This Land...
I'll Never Forget You....
By My Side...
Always Watching Out For Me,
As I Always Watched Out For You....
As You Kept Me Safe....
I Kept You Safe...
The Castle We Ounce Built...
To Defend This Land....
Ounce Stood High And Mighty, Tall And Strong...
Now Lays Scattered Along This Ground....
But I'll Never Forget The Times We've Shared,
Or The Memories We've Made....
I'll Never Forget....You
My Best Friend In The Whole World....
BlitzkriegThe situation underground was comparative serenity to the hysteria of outside. Bea sat in a huddle, pressed against the ever-vibrating walls of the bomb shelter, watching without seeing. It had been less than two hours since the ordeal began, but each minute felt like years, and Bea's thoughts plagued her in an incomprehensible swarm. She closed her eyes and lent back until her head made a dull clunk against the wall. Under her breath, she began to murmur the notes to her favourite piece of music, just loud enough to hear the tune wavering from her lips.Blitzkrieg4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
While she repeated the phrases, an orchestra began to build in her mind, the crescendos fabricated by the wail of tired violins. And as the shelter began to rumble once again, the timpanis played a deafening rhythm, forcing Bea's head to jolt in a '1, 2, 3, 4.' One beat for every bomb.
Bea is bored. She knows the answer to her teacher's question, but feels compelled to give the other girls a chance. Judging by their
FranceXReader- Snails.FranceXReader- Snails.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ah, Mon cher, you are awake."
"Good morning Francis." you said sleepily. You walked towards your husband and gave him a kiss on his lips quickly.
Before he took advantage of it.
"Hm. Are you hungry? Breakfast is nearly done, Mon amour~" He smiled at you and chuckled when he saw your happy face at the mention of food.
Ah the benefits of marrying a chef.
"That would be lovely Francis~" you responded with a happy sigh. You did love his cooking- and him of course, no matter how much... Francis he was.
"Hm, could you please get the mail from outside, sil vous plait? He asked with a gentle smile as he stirred what appeared to be his heavenly omelettes.
You yawned again and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes before nodding in agreement and walking outside the door towards the mailbox.
The morning was always so calm at the house you and Francis lived in. The roses he and you planted the year you moved here to your first home went from being small