Emily LennonEmily Lennon5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It was a Saturday night and Emily, was of course, sitting in front of the TV. Her favorite program was on, Saturday Night Live. Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized it was another lonely night, without John. The lads had been on tour. She missed her silly mop topped man. She grabbed a pillow and held it to her chest. It seems as though the usually hilarious show wasn't working at all. Tears started to roll and she wondered how many more nights John was going to be away. The tour was supposed to be over two weeks ago. But you know, weather, fans, things just happen.
The next thing Emily knew was that it was 3:00 in the morning, and she had fallen asleep on the couch. She got up and turned off the TV and headed into her bedroom, crawling into bed. Despite her recent sleepiness, She just couldn't fall asleep. She thought about John calling her Em. He always called her Em. Then she thought of his laugh. She just couldn't sleep. Emily gave up. She crawled out of bed and went into the
Streets of gold chpt.4Streets of gold chpt.44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Streets of Gold
"You're way too young to fall apart...
The house was empty. Quiet. Dark.
Just how I liked it.
But I trusted Tom on his word, he'd be back. I know he would be. He doesn't seem like the kind of guy to let you into his heart then forget you... He seems different. In a good, kind way. Not the bad, bitchy, douche bag way. If he was like that, I wouldn't even have gotten near him, much less kissed him.
Hell, did I really kiss him? A boy? I've never even kissed a girl! But a boy? My God... I've changed too much just by meeting him.
I sighed deeply and sat down in front of the couch yeah, you heard me. In front of it. I stared down at the floor for the longest time. What was I thinking when I asked him over? What the hell was I even letting run through my damn mind. Ugh... But what if I was right, what I thought of last night? What if he is cheating on someone, with me? Of all people in Germany, Europe, the WORLD. Me? Why me? Am I that special? Am I reall
Streets of gold chpt.5Streets of gold chpt.54 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Streets of Gold
"You're way too young to fall apart...
I was still laying on my bed sobbing, holding my right arm as tight as I could so the bleeding would stop.
My face was stained with tears and the usual black eyeliner I wear was running down as well. I felt horrible. Tattered. Torn. Smashed.
My head pounded as I sat up, still clutching my upper right arm. I looked over at the mirror across my room, seeing the fist-sized bruise that now made up my entire left cheek. I then looked down under my hand, on my arm. The same, deep, long wound was dragged into my skin. Just enough I could faintly see the muscle of my bicep. I hate my life. So fucking much. Why didn't he just get it over with and kill me? No. Instead, he makes me suffer. That stupid lying bitch makes me suffer like... Like... Like a kicked kitten.
Actually, I was kicked. Not a kitten, but I was kicked. My right side actually was pulsing and cringing itself with pain, along my ribcage. How did I not
My crazy BAMFMy crazy BAMF5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Well," Started Murdock "this may sound crazy but,"
"Oh here comes some screwed up plan that won't help us at all and will probably get one of us almost killed." raved Hannibal.
"Why do you think I'm called H.M?" Murdock reclined against the side of the abandoned plane. You could say that the plane was their "thinking place". That's where they all went to plan or think (hence the name).
"Howling Mad." they all recited in unison.
"Anyways, as I was saying, Face, I'm going to need to talk to you about some trucks and stuff." Murdock gave him a maniacal smile.
"Damn." Face rolled his eyes. "Sometimes I hate being the supply guy. Just because I have to converse with Murdock."
"What's that suppose to mean?!" Murdock exclaimed.
"Come now Murdock." Hannibal quieted him down. "Don't become a Murdick."
Baracus stifled a rare smile. Maniacal was a good word to describe Murdock. He had this certain look about him. His hair, for starters, was a dirtyish gray and was unkempt. His hair fell over his
You Are Invited to My WeddingYou Are Invited to My Wedding5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Your days of 'Spouse-hunting' on the web on sites such as 'www.getlaid.com' are now officially over thanks to Mark Zuckerberg's ingenious invention of Facebook Matrimony!
Why marry anyone else when you can tie the knot with your own best friend?!
What's wrong? Getting cold feet? Well here's a list of reasons why getting married on Facebook is the best thing that could ever happen to you:
1.A Facebook marriage costs next to nothing to arrange and host. Just create an event for your wedding on your Facebook account, invite your entire friends' list and you won't even have to spend a penny on a wedding cake that no one will eat! The only expenses a Facebook couple will have to bear are their respective monthly charges for the internet service they use!
2. If a Facebook couple ever gets into an argument, the only damage the spouses will do to each other is flooding each others' walls with bitter words, but they can never hurl physical objects at each other. Imagine all the money they'd sav
papa!Romanoxchild!Reader: Sunshinepapa!Romanoxchild!Reader: Sunshine3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You tossed in your sleep, clutching your favourite stuffed animal. Sweat rolled down your cheeks, as the voices in your dream coming closer towards you, whispering in your ears. You started to cry out in your sleep, saying that you'd wanted them to go away, and stop harassing you. As one of them came closer, your eyes shot open.
You sat up, whimpering. Your _____ eyes scanned the room, only to find that it was all a dream, you were really in reality. You sobbed, stepping out of bed. In your seven year old mind, there was only one person that could save you from the bad men, your papa Lovino.
Making your way towards his room, you see him sleeping soundly in his bed. You were scared to wake him, but with determination in your little mind, you hugged your stuffed animal closer to your chest, tugging at his sleeves of his pyjama top. A sudden noise made you sob, you were terrified now.
Lovino groaned, feeling the tug at his sleeve. Opening his eyes, he spotted you at his bed side, sobbing
Wings Of LightWings Of Light3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wings Of Light
Upon me is the last dawn
Faded away has the last dusk
I leave behind all of the rights and wrongs
I don't deserve an afterlife that is also rough
Mesmerized in deep suspense
As I await the final arrival
My tears become so intense
These last moments of hope are vital
Allow me to break away
Accept the toll of my undying faith
I was careless as I fell
Mocking life itself
Every secret I held
Defined a broken side of myself
An inner slaughter I could not defend
A one-sided war that I could not fight against
My downfall is what I didn't want to prevent
I always lusted after the idea of my final descent
Because I knew that in the end I would ascend
All I can really do is live this divided life as best as I can
I realized that the only thing in perfection is being broken
And the only way to get rid of that is to wipe out my existence
Shine down and shine true
I will no longer be powerless
You don't know how long I've been waiting for you
Detective!England X Mommy!Reader:Kirkland Family17Detective!England X Mommy!Reader:Kirkland Family174 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
One month later, you were utterly confused. You had been receiving anonymous love letters, all very sweet and poetic accompanied by bouquets of fresh red roses with an intoxicating sent. Today when you went to check the mailbox, you almost tripped because of the roses littering your path. At first you had thought the roses were from Francis; he had assured you they weren't.
The kids were at Yao's house as usual, playing with Yong soo. You and Arthur both had the day off, for once you had an opportunity to spend time together without Alfred and Matthew.
You had told Arthur how confused you were, and he told you he would help you work out who it was. He said that people like Franklin Blake, Sherlock and Lord Peter Wimsey had been his personal friends, and he had picked up a few detective skills.
Arthur was dressed in a stereotypical cheesy Hollywood detective outfit.
"First, what day did these start to arrive?" he asked while walking around and gesturing to all the roses that lay about.
Six Word Storymy mother kept smiles in bottlesSix Word Story4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
One Like WaterWe speak.One Like Water3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We all live.
We all die.
So tell me again.
make us so different
from each other?
Mafia!RomanoXMafia!Reader:Divinita della Morte VIMafia!RomanoXMafia!Reader:Divinita della Morte VI3 years ago in Romance More Like This
When Lovino came out, the crowd broke. They made a way for Lovino.
'He's the party's host?' you wondered, carefully observing Lovino. You completely don't know that he was the man you had been looking for, If you found it now, there will be a war in this mansion for sure.
No he's not, the host is the target. But where is he? He should be starting his sucky speech by now.
"Miss, we lost track of the target." Ludwig secretly whispered to you.
"What...?!" you gritted your teeth.
"Where's the last place where he went?" you asked.
"I'm not sure but he was on the backyard."
'Backyard?! What the hell is he doing there?!'
You immediately went there. You suddenly had a bad feeling about going there and you don't know why. Feliciano was there, what did he do???
"... What in hell just happened here..." The CORPSE of the target was lying there in dark. The first that entered your mind was Feliciano, he doesn't seem like a bad person to kill him, though he looks kind. You
Lesbian LoveI am a girlLesbian Love3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And so are you
When you kiss me
I feel brand new
People might stare
They might get mad
But they can't understand
Nothing they never had
My heartbeat flutters
My brain is a mess
I love you more everyday
Not ever less
I want to protect you
I want you to smile
I want you to know
You're not a trial
Without a doubt
You're my mate and soul
And without you
I might lose control
Boys want to fix me
Girls only sigh
But when I look at you
I cannot see why
They say we're the same,
But we're nothing alike
They label us weirdo's,
Ugly, and dyke
But there's a secret
They do not know
That our romance
Is not just show
I'm in this for you,
My other half
My freaking everything
Who makes me laugh
I am a girl
And I love you
You're a girl
And you love me, too
Depression...No, depression is not just getting sad.Depression...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's a constant sadness that melts into your bones,
An indescribably heavy weight upon your shoulders,
Never mind your heart and soul.
It's believing so many lies (maybe because you've learned to accept them)
And no longer appreciating your self-worth.
Wishing you no longer existed, wishing yourself gone.
Depression holds you back from your dreams
And pulls you into a nightmare.
It takes full control of your existence.
It makes you never want to get out of bed,
And when you finally do,
You just want to get back in it.
But you know the hardest part?
Daddy!England X Mommy!Reader: Kirkland Family 20Daddy!England X Mommy!Reader: Kirkland Family 204 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I will tell you how I met Arthur. I planned to do some paperworks at overseas, because I thought I would be happier if I couldn't see my stupid boss' irritating face.
I decided to take a break from the tedium of my work, stepping out on to the soft sand of the pristine beach. The air was crisp and cool, the wind blowing teasing fingers and fluffing up my hair. The sea was still and calm, the only thing ruining the view was the dark blot of a large ship on the horizon heading this way. When the ship got close enough to be out of the suns glare, I saw it was a beautifully designed and made galleon, I really want to ride that ship,feel the gleaming timber deck under my feet.
After a few minutes, the boat dropped the anchor, and longboats brought a handful of rew to the shore. I wondered what they were doing here. I saw a tall figure stand and jump down from the boat, his leather boots making the sand crunch. I saw he was a pirate.
He had a blond hair, I'm not sure of his eye color,
RyRy: In Health and SicknessRyRy: In Health and Sickness4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ryan rolled over his mattress, letting one arm snake to the other side of the bed. Sensing the absence of a familiar form, he opened his eyes to find that Rylie was not lying next to him. He lifted his head to see if she was anywhere in their bedroom, but there was no sign of her. The cat-shaped clock on their wall read 10a.m. Ryan woke up with a start when he saw the time; he rarely slept in.
"Ryle?" He groaned her name. Ryan could feel the muscles in his body ached from just pulling himself to sit on the bed. Missions rarely left him unscathed. Even if he came home injury-free, his tired body strained from the rigorous work he had undergone. It was pleasant to watch his wife being overwhelmed with joy that he did not need any bandages, but it did not deter her from giving him a physical check-up. Rylie sighed knowingly when she found the two bruises; one on his left shoulder, the other on his knee. Not wanting to hear her doleful concern, Ryan caressed her cheek and told her that he
I Hate ItI Hate It4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate it, when the reason for my depression
Is the person I love the most
BLT -- Light and DarkBLT -- Light and Dark6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was a dark and stormy night! No, wait, it wasn't stormy yet. That happened later. Well, let's just say it was a dark night and leave it there.
Two whole days had passed since we had left the Cottage. We'd seen some interesting things already, like a forest of sticks and a peaceful meadow filled with animals. We'd followed the light of the Really Big Lamp and Radio's navigation skills (if they really were real) to this place; a creepy forest of darkness.
Being a lamp, I hate the dark. That's why I was so glad my light was there to shine in the forest, showing everyone where to go. Of course, I was a little bit angry when Kirby told me to turn it off, but he had a good reason. The battery was dying, and without it there would be no way we could keep going. Sure, we can move on our own power for a little while, but we need some power source to keep us going forever.
So, there we were, in the dark and spooky forest, no light, running low on power, no light, in need of shelter, and no li
Of Dreams and Nightmares Pt2The chariot touched down in Canterlot, more specifically, Celestia's castle grounds. Twilight and her friends disembarked the chariot and thanked the guards, who held their heads high, showing off their pride. Twilight led her friends through the grounds and into the castle itself. There they met with Princess Celestia, who was pleased to see that they had finally arrived.Of Dreams and Nightmares Pt24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Please, this way " spoke Celestia, her tone seeming to be layered with a sense of urgency, which contrasted her normal, slower, calmer way of speaking. The Princess led them through the elegant hallways, where shining marble pillars, and various stone carvings oversaw their progress. The Princess led them into the throne room, where her regal sister, Princess Luna was waiting. Celestia took her place on her throne, whilst the six ponies stood the customary distance away from the thrones.
Twilight took a small step forwards, making her stand out from the crowd. She bowed her head, and immediately lifted it back