Reno X Yuffie: Poker NightReno X Yuffie: Poker NightReno X Yuffie: Poker Night2 years ago in Humor More Like This
“Choke a Chocobo…” Reno mutters, stuffing his hands in is pockets as he slouched on his couch. “This is gonna be really awkward…” He mutters allowed again with a big sigh.
Today was the first day he’d talk to Yuffie since the incident 3 weeks ago.
“You had to go a blow a good thing!” He yells, slapping his head just below his shades, making a spot on his forehead as red as his hair. “So what? You kissed the girl cause you didn’t know she hadn’t been kissed before and didn’t want Mr. Goth and Emo Valentine to be her first kiss.” The memory of the incident runs through his head, a small chuckle escaping him remembering how she had fainted after he had kissed her.
“She liked it at least…” He says with his depressed look now that of a large stupid grin. “Yeah… she liked it…” He smirks to himself, an idea coming to his head.
The Fall of RenoThe Fall of Reno12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Heh, no, Shinra didn't corrupt me," a cocky tone announced, words muttered out of one corner of the speakers mouth, as a cigarette butt occupied the other half. "They hired me because I was already corrupt."
"Humpf." A prissy, rather delicate tone returned. "You don't follow orders, you show up for work drunk, you smoke in the building, I don't see why Shin-Ra would want you in the first place."
That statement resulted in a rather wry smile, as a pair of icy blue eyes gazed across the table to the blonde female, staring though a few stray strands of fire red hair. "They don't want me, they need me. I'm just that damned good."
A slight cough was heard, it sounded like someone was trying to smother a laugh. Those blue eyes quickly shot to the towering form beside him. "Shut the hell, up, Rude!" the red head snapped. The dark skinned male quickly regained control of himself, pressing those dark glasses further upon his nose, giving a slight nod to show it would not happe
A Tribute to HomosexualityA Tribute to HomosexualityA Tribute to Homosexuality10 years ago in Open More Like This
Some say its sickening.
Some find it revolting.
Some say it's against God.
Some say it's against Nature.
Some think it's all lust.
Some think it's rebellion.
I do not.
If it's love, how can it be sick?
How can it revolt you?
How can love be against Nature?
Are they simply to ignore their feelings?
That is impossible.
How do you know what they feel?
Would you really pull two lovers apart?
They love despite outside hatred,
They truly see past the outer core.
Forbidden love is the deepest,
Because you must strive to keep it.
Its heartache is great,
But when you bring two lovers together,
There is no stronger bond thoughout the land.
Please do not flame me for this. For one thing, freedom of speech, ect, ect. And for another, I do have a valid point here.
Please rate this, and leave a good comment!
DilutedWhen the hell am I going to learn?Diluted9 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
How many friends
Must I drive away,
Must I lose
Before my stubborn soul understands?
People don't want the real me.
People don't wanna take the time
To use their minds
To find my truths…
They can't handle ME,
The real person
Sitting inside this fleshly mask.
I'm too strange;
I hurt too many;
Randomness is my destiny…
As is loneliness…
Not a single person really wants
To know the enigma of
Second oldest Pheonix,
Daughter to three different mothers
And no fathers…
Not even my own fiancée wants the trouble
They wanted the watered down
The Devil You KnowDon't Look at me.The Devil You Know6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I'm filthy, covered with soot of burnt dreams, waved goodbye to in the torrid summer air. I'm dirty, mind filled with thoughts and sayings and things that would scare people like you, should scare you, terrify you down to your purebred genetically lovely bones. I'm covered in blood, slashed open with nevers and maybes and ropelike scars that are hideous in the light so don't bring the light. Just -- Just cover your eyes and don't bother looking because you'll never like what you see.
When I wash your wounds, remove the dreams. Things will change, may be hard. But things are worst before the best. Pain makes happiness sweet but it does not last. I will cover my eyes, cause the real you is on the inside, but I will turn on the light so that I may wash your wounds, and remove the dreams.
Don't Touch me.
My skin is rough with the shards of myself, vicious little things tha
Power Stone part 3Chapter 1: The Slayer of ManchesPower Stone part 38 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The blades came flying at her like arrows from a bow and Ayame barely had time to side step, her reaction time slowed down by the heavy English clothes.
The daggers ripped through the dress like it were made of paper. Using this to her advantage, Ayame swung her leg directly up smashing her foot directly into Jacks chin. The bandaged boy staggered backward dropping his weapons, clutching at his face and cursing in French.
Ayame discarded the dress as fast as she could and went for the throwing stars concealed about herself. Jack recovered from the blow in time and rolled avoiding the thrown objects. Picking up one of his daggers in the process Jack somersaulted back to his feet in time to use his free hand to brace for a succession of kicks as Ayame came in fast trying to land another blow to the side of his head.
Not only did Jack block the attacks by he found away through them side stepping with impossible speed. Ayame barley had time to
Philosophic madness - Part ISanity. Mental. You wouldn't have any, would you? For sale, I mean. I lost mine, you see. Some time ago. Yes, I looked for it, but I just can't remember where I left it. Silly memory... I wonder if I lost that too. The black one is mine, yes, thank you...It's pretty, this coat, isn't it? This? Oh, it's just a little spot. I tried to wash it away, but it was no use. A pity. Funny. Most people wouldn't see a spot like this on a black ... Yes, that's what I meant, black hides blood very well. Whose blood? Mine, of course. I know, it's still bleeding ...No need for band aids, just leave it there, it'll stop. My hands are too cold...I can hardly feel my fingertips. I wonder why the heat isn't on yet. A cup of tea is always a good idea. The way sugar melts in that colourful heaven always makes me smile. Oh, look ! It started raining...Philosophic madness - Part I9 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
She looked at the window, where the wind seemed to gently push raindrops at the glass, so they could see the silent woman, so pretty, her hair in a neat pigta
Power Stone: part 2Chapter 1: The Slayer of ManchesPower Stone: part 28 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Those who lived in Manches were afraid to go outside at night now for death stalked its streets. The killings first began about a month ago, always on women with jewellery, vicious and savage the slaying.
The bodies had been discovered one by one in dark back alleys; face down in the gutter, the belly or the neck sliced open with a curved dagger.
A city wide police search for the culprit was instantly put underway but by then, dark rumours were already circulating. Some people claimed to have seen the killer in action on the darkest nights, rising from the shadows like some un-dead, wrapped in bandages and sporting a jagged green leather coat. A single glowing red eye glared at them from out of the darkness.
People were scared and when people get scared they made foolish mistakes. Fearing a rise of the dead every coffin in every grave yard was opened, sprayed with holy water before being buried again. Crypts were uncovered and stakes driven thr
Long As You Want - REPOSTThe world is pressing down on me, your words circling like demented bats,Long As You Want - REPOST6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
calling with all the force of the damned maelstrom you've turned my emotions into,
seducing me with words, with imaginings and discoveries yet to be had,
and I sit here, enduring and enjoying, in favor of you.
Time moves oddly anymore, measured by a war-drum heartbeat,
each staccato thrumming your name, fierce, gentle, insistent,
while the living wine pounds in my ears, a raging, stirring soundtrack to life,
vibrating, tense, waiting...for you.
I was born to stand on a battlefield,
chosen to fight, called to serve, born to rule,
and somehow, for all my pride, I'm still humbled by you,
by your eyes, by the heated mental caresses your words leave long after you're asleep.
Surrender is the ultimate act of trust, an aphrodisiac to people such as we,
to make vulnerable all that which you would prefer no one see,
to expose yourself in such a way is intimate, makes you defenseless and at someone's utter mercy.
So I want
Shards and ShearsKitchen shearsShards and Shears9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Wreak havoc on old memories
Only a fool would look back
At all those slices of the past
Laying about on the floor
And I'm no fool.
All the black and white begins to blur
Into a solid and unsympathetic grey
Arms turn into a cage
Holding my soul captive
Until it's released
By the sound of ocean waves
Over a long distance connection.
Black wings spread and soar
Over a green neverending sky
With both a moon and a sun in it
And the only cloud in it
Is a beautiful tawny
That scuttles across the wide green pasture
Of that open sky.
The starkness of the sounds
Those shredded memories make
Those dying screams as I shut my ears
Sober my heart,
And let it fill with joy for the first time in
Gods only know how long….
And I watch
As kitchen shears
On old memories
And a life
Best put behind us.
Accident Prone"You're nothing but a fucking burden!"Accident Prone9 years ago in Horror More Like This
The slurred shout was audible even in the neighbours house. He was seething again, a mixture of too much whiskey, too much anger and ill-handled regret. Her strawberry wrists gleamed dully in the dim light, infuritaing him more.
"Your mother left because of you, your fucked up and she couldn't take it, so she fucked off and left me to deal with you!" he continued, the whiskey bottle sliding from his drunk, lax grip.
She couldn't help but to watch, eyes wide and rimmed with tears as the slivers danced wetly acrosss the linoleum floor. She waiting, half-tensed for the blow they both knew was coming.
"Look…what....you…made...me…do!" he roared.
A few moments passed uneasily between them, daring action to meet consequence.
"I'm fucking stuck with you, you stupid bitch, don't you get that? Noone wants you,"
"I'm sorry," she replied softly.
He had won again, he always did.
"Sorry? Sorry! You don't know the fucking meaning of sorry, your mother and &
DownfallDownfall9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si