APH- Paper Planes(Italy/Chibitalia POV)APH- Paper Planes5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I have a story to tell.
Sick of enclosing white washed walls, I sneaked out of the building, just remembering to change dresses before leaving. I also grabbed a pen and paper, because I knew what I wanted to do.
I didn't want to go to a place overflowing with people. I wanted to go to a place where I could relax. I wanted a place where I could draw. Drawing man-made things isn't fun! But drawing animals and nature is fun!
But I saw something that didn't really belong in nature. A barb-wire fence. Father had told me not to go near it. He said it was where bad people were kept. But my curiosity got the best of me. I walked closer, peering into that world on the other side.
It was so dark and unwelcoming. The buildings were wrecks. The people inside were barely people, shells of what they used to be. I flinched. This world scares me. But it was something that was worth drawing, even though it was man-made.
I was about to start scribbling on the pape
Impromptu Acting Sessions Pt. 1I can't stand the feeling of being watched. It's unnerving. It feels like a drop of sweat sliding down your back, right along your spine, but you can't reach back and wipe it away. It's the stickiness of wearing all black with your hair down on a 100 degree day, never resting from the sun.Impromptu Acting Sessions Pt. 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
That's how I'm feeling now.
I spin around on my heels, eyes sharpened like daggers. They scan the bustling crowd for anyone who may meet my gaze. People rush to class, shoving up against each other to avoid barely brushing up against me. I smirk, the tormenting feeling of being watched gone. But it creeps back up slowly and I shudder, glancing down at my pear phone to try and coax myself from concentrating on it.
But it's still there, causing me to feel somewhere between a tickle, a burn, and numb. I clench my jaw, my eyes flickering to look around without letting my head move. The feeling heightens and I growl before slamming my locker and shoving my phone in my pocket.
"What?" I yell. People pause
Letter to my HeartbreakTo my Heartbreak,Letter to my Heartbreak5 years ago in Letters More Like This
This is hard to write, but I have to. There is a lot I need to get off my chest before it eats me alive. I know you won't read this, may never even see it. Even if I sent it to you...
For months, almost a year, of my life, I've given. My time, my heart, whatever you asked that was in my power to give. I've made time for you, gave you room in my heart. And at first, you seemed to as well. We talked for hours on the phone, online, everyday. When my cat died, you canceled your plans and spent time with me.
You've told me that you care about me, very much, that you're very fond of me. And when you're drunk, you tell me you love me. You tell me, "IloveyouImissyouIwishyouwerehere." But never when you're sober. Oh no. When you're sober, you hide everything behind this wall of almost smarminess. When you're sober, we're just friends with benefits. You tell me you can't say it, that if you do, you'll break. Well, you've already broken something. My heart.
You see, I let you li
Make Norge Smile sub1"I have just had the coolest idea ever!" announced Denmark, bursting into the room. Finland looked at Denmark because he was always willing to listen anyway, Sweden showed no interest whatsoever in what Denmark had to say, and Iceland just sighed, and continued staring at his puffin. No one really knows where Norway was, he was just strange like that.Make Norge Smile sub15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hej! I said I had an idea!" barked Denmark at Sweden and Iceland.
"We don't care. Your ideas are stupid. They've always been stupid," said Iceland bluntly, picking up his puffin. Sweden just grunted.
"What is it Den?" asked Finland, not liking how hurt Denmark looked.
"Well," said Denmark, obviously pleased someone was willing to listen to him, "It's Norge's birthday tomorrow, isn't it? And he rarely ever smiles. So I was thinking, why don't we make him smile on his birthday? Except, I don't think Norge would be too keen on a birthday party, so we'll have to surprise him in some other way."
"Sounds like a wonderful idea! Don't you think,
Killing your own nation part 2Roderich knew he shouldn't ask Ludwig about the bloodstained shirt. The tea in his delicate porcelain cup swapped as he turned it around in his hands while contemplating. He also knew he would not get a satisfying answer if he really were to bring up the matter. Ludwig would probably just yell at him for going through his thrown away clothes in on of those obvious attempts to change the subject.Killing your own nation part 25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was pointless, really. The guy was a stubborn moron and wouldn't think about asking for help if he had quicksand up to his neck. Concerning this point he was too much like his...
A door flung open and slammed against the wall. “Oi, four eyes! Why ain't there no dinner yet?! Someone awesome is about to starve!”
… brother. Speak of the devil. He sighed melodramatically in his mind.
Said devil let himself slump into the next best chair, boots meeting the table top with a thump. Roderich cringed inwardly when he heard his Augarten tea pot clink.
TAKE TWO :: KHTAKE TWO :: KH9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Kairi runs down the beach of Destiny Island looking for her good friends Riku and Sora. She had found a video camera, something shes never encounted before, it was exciting. Her legs rush towards the sea, spying the two boys spashing each other childishly in the water. Sora pushes his hands and water forward towards Riku getting him even more wet. Riku blocks with his arm with a smile on his lips.
"Hey, what was that for?" Riku chuckles placing his hands on Sora's head and dunking his head all the way down into the water. He lets go after a few seconds swimming back towards shore.
"Sora!! Riku!!" Kairi calls running towards them, her feet reaching the water stopping right before it hits her. "Come look what I found" her smile large and innocent, she pulls out her video camera. Her fingers wrapped around the camera aiming the lens at the emerging boys comng from the water. Sora swims towards Riku and once their feet could touch the ground he jumps onto the boys back wrapping his arms ar
AdviceRebuild your life from the ground up,Advice9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
forget those thought of ineptitude.
Tear down the walls around your heart,
remember the good times you've had.
Forgive those who have hurt you,
learn to laugh at your mistakes.
Release the feelings of unworthiness,
live each day for the next.
Crying never killed anyone,
but frowning causes wrinkles.
Smiling lets your light shine through,
laughing takes away the pain.
Regret is the mother of an unfulfilled life,
sadness is her eldest daughter.
Loneliness creeps beside her bed,
jealousy is her lover.
So forgive, forget, but remember.
Cry but laugh, smile but never frown.
Live and learn, tear down and build anew.
But don't hold regrets, or all else is doomed.
Good ByeIt still seems so hard for me to believe.Good Bye5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's been almost a decade and an half,
a fortnight, only in years, rather than days.
Since I last heard your laugh,
last saw your smile.
Sharp humor, and a sharper tongue.
A heart of gold in a steel package.
My idol, who I so desperately wanted to please,
and so unerringly seemed to fail.
The adventurous one, the brash woman.
You never seemed to know fear,
you hid your sorrows well.
I only ever witnessed your joy,
your anger and your disappointment.
I didn't get to see you that one last time.
I never got to say goodbye, or that I loved you.
There were merely pictures and a cold urn.
Between your departure,
and my youngest's arrival,
one of the worst weeks of my life
collided with one of the best weeks.
An instant recipe for a bi-polar milkshake.
A wreck, distraught because you were gone,
and yet elated that she was alive and healthy.
Up was down,
and down was sideways...
My thoughts and feelings,
so twisted, so torn.
Ready for the trash.
Alone Together prt.1 It was seven years ago that her whole world was turned upside down. It was the last day of Karley Harris. Karley was eight years old as her mother kissed her forehead as she dropped her off at school,she was in Ms.Johnsons grade three class. They were in the middle of Math Time when the secretary came to talk to the teacher,she sat near the door,able to hear every word.Alone Together prt.14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"There's been a terrible accident concerning Karley Harris's parents" the woman said,her voice filled with sorrow.
"What happened?" my teacher asked with concern.
"It seems a man too preoccupied with his cellular cut them off,they were unable to break fast enough.I'm afraid neither survived." the woman said,silent tears falling down her face at the child's lost.
The girl couldn't believe what she heard,she dimly recalled hearing her teacher what would happen to her but the girl was too hear
You's Tale pt.1You's Tale pt.19 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Clean, clean, clean, and lots cleaning that all I be doing!" You's head falls in exhaustion at the site of the messiest kitchen he has ever since in his entire life. Is his roommate a pig or rat? He takes out the broom from the closet and eyed over the large kitchen. "Pizza? Boiling water in pots on stove and in microwave? What? There no need for such things!!" You's eyes widen and he screams at the gooey texture of a small wiggly slimy creature running across his bare feet. His eyes still wide open after it passes only catching a glimpse of what it looks like. "It sin against Kamisama!!" he screams stepping back with tears in his eyes. "This take lots of work…" he reaches into the same closet which had the broom pulling out a pink apron, with frills running around the aprons trim, on the apron it had the words, "Give me Toys" and a light pink pattern of daisies. You leans the broom against the wall, which also had food stains and muffins stuck on it –don't ask— and ties the apron aro
Ice and roses don't mix Pt. 1Ice and Roses don't MixIce and roses don't mix Pt. 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
MarVex yaoi. Don't like, don't look.
The clear morning moonlight from Kingdom Hearts shone down on Marluxia, as he tended to the flowers in his greenhouse, humming as he did. His flowers, though they seemed normal, were truly miraculous, as they required no sunlight to grow. The reason for this was found in the only scientist in Organization XIII.
"Vexen, I'm a very persistent and impatient man. The longer you refuse, the longer I stay."
"I said no! Why can't you just leave me alone?
"Why can't you just listen to reason?!"
"If I agree to help you with this ridiculous whim of yours, will you let me have some peace?"
His tone was cold.
"Of course! The only reason I'm still here is because you were too stubborn to assist me in the first place!"
"Fine! Anything to keep you quiet!"
Marluxia chuckled recalling the argument. Did Vexen really think he could win? He brushed himself off as he finished
So AliveIts one of those things that just eats away, slowly killing what's left of me I'm starting to fade.So Alive5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Family just looks away as I deal with this breakdown, feeling left out and broken.
Back stabbing friends just walk by with their hurtful eyes, I can hear their lies how they wish I would just die. Meanwhile acting like I don't see who they are, how they point that gun of lies at my head and pull the trigger.
I fall to my knees banging pleading for a new life a new beginning, laughter and names bring me back to reality and I realize I'm on the ground with everyone around.
Close my eyes hope life is just a big lie, and I find my self out side. Standing on a edge on this cliff called a break down with this last step to end this troubled life, foot leaves ground and I hear only o
What is Democratic Socialism?What is Democratic Socialism?3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Democratic socialists believe that both the economy and society should be run democraticallyto meet public needs, not to make profits for a few. To achieve a more just society, many structures of our government and economy must be radically transformed through greater economic and social democracy so that ordinary Americans can participate in the many decisions that affect our lives. Democracy and socialism go hand in hand. All over the world, wherever the idea of democracy has taken root, the vision of socialism has taken root as welleverywhere but in the United States. Because of this, many false ideas about socialism have developed in the US. With this pamphlet, we hope to answer some of your questions about socialism.
Doesn't socialism mean that the government will own and run everything?
Democratic socialists do not want to create an all-powerful government bureaucracy. But we do not want big corporate bureaucracies to control
Melt My HeartA frigid ice princess,Melt My Heart5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
cold and unfeeling.
I protected myself,
too well, perhaps.
But I took no chances.
I would take no more pain,
not from him,
not from anyone.
A heart encased in ice
cannot be broken,
the cold numbing,
keeping me from feeling,
from falling and breaking again.
But the ice drags me to the bottom
of a dark abyss of loneliness.
A frozen heart knows no pain,
but knows no joy either.
The darkness of a hollow soul
terrifies me, is it my fate?
Save me from myself.
Melt my heart,
teach me to love once more,
never let me break,
show me the joys of ecstasy.
Help me to live again,
bring heat and light
to the cold, dark recesses of my heart.
I beg you,
melt my heart.
A True MasochistMy own worst enemy,A True Masochist5 years ago in Open More Like This
everything I do
seems merely designed
to put myself in my own way.
To put it proverbially,
I shoot myself in the foot,
more than I hit the target.
Fear of success holds me back.
After all, one cannot reach a dream,
while they kick the ladder out
from under themselves...
Each time I draw close,
it seems a perverse pleasure,
kicking my own ass...
So much potential,
I keep hearing it all around me.
My own saboteur,
ruining all my chances.
So help me, I've put on the collar,
clipped on the leash,
and slammed it in the door,
choking myself trying
to chase what I want most.
Do I fear failure, or success more?
A true masochist,
unable to allow myself
even one moment of joy.
Do I fear the misery, or happiness?
I may never know the truth,
until I step out of my own way,
and allow myself to taste it.
APH obsession quiz.You know your obsessed with APH whenAPH obsession quiz.5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
 Your mom says that you're having spaghetti for dinner you randomly say 'Pastaaa!'
 You suddenly have the urge to make a white flag and chant 'pata, pata, pata' under your breath while waving it.
 You print out a copy of the world map and frequently fawn over it.
 You call your best friend 'doitsu'.
 You say 'kol kol kol' when your agitated
 Your happy to see people get hurt when your severely pissed
 You start calling yourself and your friends the names of countries and they play along
 You can't help but think dirty thoughts when your learning about Pangaea in social studies.
 You laugh every time the words 'grenade' and 'Italy'(or Romano) are used in the same sentence
 You scream and run every time someone mentions 'England' or 'the British army'.
 You begin to make the same sounds as Italy without thinking.
 You try to draw chibi's of the hetalia characters.
 You sing 'marukaite c
After MidnightJames looked over to his boyfriend and felt a small smile spread across his lips. The sleeping boy had his arms wrapped tightly around James' waist. Kendall's steady breathing should have relaxed him enough to fall back asleep (God knows, it usually did), but James was wide awake.After Midnight4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It seemed like every time he got closer to achieving his dream, James ran into another roadblock. The first was when Gustavo Rocque came to Minnesota and picked Kendallinstead of him. Then there was the entire matter with Mercedes Griffin. There was Hollywood Fever and probably a bunch of other things that James couldn't think of at the moment. The worst, by far, had to be when the four of them had been sent back to Minnesota. The other guys had been so quick to give up on their future out in LA, on his dreams. Like always, everything worked out in the end, but James was starting to question whether or not he wanted to deal with this anymore.
Kendall was unfazed by the whole thing. He never worried that maybe
Hush...In the serene quietness where the tide's waves murmuring sentimental words as the tall trees flapping their green leaves that wither under the blazing sun that the shore's sands dance with it's dust flying in the air making the beach looks like they're speaking secret signs to each other when the natures move gracefully greeting each other.Hush...4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Mia - 1st December 2010 -
OvershadowedOvershadowed4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I was never the confident, pretty girl that everyone wanted to be. I was never the genius that everyone went to for help. I was never even the athletic girl who was 'one of the guys'.
Who was I, you ask?
Well I guess you could say I was me. I was the one who liked being in the background, the one no one really paid attention to. I preferred working on the side the supporting role, most would say not in the spotlight, but not behind the curtains either. I liked watching my friends shine, never trying to stand out myself. I wasn't invisible, though. No, being invisible wasn't in my nature. And I guess I was happy with that.
At first, I loved it. I loved the freedom I had. I loved how I could be myself with no one to judge me. I loved how I was never subjected to my peers' attention, because no one could see me behind the glare of my friends' bright lights. And I loved, most of all, how I could be me around you and you wouldn't mind. Because no one wo
A New Start Part 1 Part 1:A New StartA New Start Part 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's a dark rainy night, as Luna the Renamon is at her house reading a book by her fire place. However, she can sense that something is wrong, like she knows that someone is out in the rain not too far from her. "Hmmm...something doesn't feel right, I need to check it out." The feeling soon overtakes her, and she gets up. Putting on a coat over her purple top, and slipping on a pair of tennis shoes. She grabs an umbrella and walks out, when she does; the storm lets up, but just a little bit
"Hello, is anyone out here!?" She calls as she wanders around the woods, until he comes to a log, but for reason, it's shaking, and she h
Life in ScreamsJerry:Life in Screams4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
All right. Let me now say:
We're on way in this day!
O.K. Now let me kiddies meet
And to greet with no greed!
I know that life is thing
That can be discussed
Till there's no sunbeam
And centuries are passed.
I know that life is not
As fluffy as it seems,
We cannot plan its plot,
And we spend it in screams!
We scream at night,
We scream at day,
We scream when being stood or lay,
We scream so long,
We scream so far
We say "Wow, wow, wow!"
When we are really amazed;
We say "How, how, how?"
When it's something unbased,
We scream in dream,
We cry when spy,
We scream from birth and scream so, till we die
Like everything is so,
Loves to shout and yell:
Either "yes" or "no"
It is like people's spell.
And everything goes mad
Listening to this,
Neither good nor bad.
And never, never please!
We scream wake up,
We scream go sleep,
We scream when crawling and when leap,
We scream all time,
And all world screams
We say "Tick,
Guardians of the LabyrinthEndless walls of stone,Guardians of the Labyrinth5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
built to last an eternity,
built to guard a treasure.
But even they are no guarantee,
and so I watch,
with my multitude of eyes.
Ever making sure,
no one dares to step foot,
into my domain,
into the labyrinth.
This is my destiny,
as it will be the destiny
of my young,
playing about my feet.
Learning the twists, turns
Committed to our memory,
and attuned to our surroundings.
The wards in place to guard that
which mortals would steal.
Somethings are not meant
for mortal hands,
for mortal eyes.
A treasure of the gods lays
at the heart of my labyrinth,
entrusted now to my care,
as it was my father's in his time,
and as it will be to one of my young.
Do not cross into our domain,
lest we be forced to eat you.