Run-a-wayУбежать навсегда!Run-a-way4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
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Hidden Feelings 4Hidden Feelings 44 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh except for this story.
IF YOU DON'T LIKE YAOI (BOY X BOY), THEN FORGET ABOUT READING THIS OR EVEN COMMENT. I DON'T WANT TO SEE ANY FLAMING AT ALL
*Note - All my cross-stories I have been writing take place with Yami already know his real name as Atemu but still in Yugi's body. Only those who have gone through with him and his new found bestfriends Yusei and Judai, knew of his name
[Neutral]Cross-shipping (Yusei x Yami)
"Hey Atemu, can you hear me?"
I looked down at him, lying motionlessly on his stomach, topless and had his pants stripped halfway down. I didn't know what or how I should be feeling now - Sympathy...or Lust..
His small build body and smooth pale skin glistening under the ceiling lights were making my body shaken up in excitement. I could feel my blood rushing up to my cheeks again and sweats started to slowly trickle down my forehead.
The monster of the full-moonThe monster of the full-moon4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
On a shiny summer day, somewhere in a distant valley, far away from us, fate was going to set the prolouge of a great story:
"Grandpa! I'm back! Look what I have found!! Yummy dinner today!" the young boy yelled out full of happiness and pride while waving with his arms to catch the glace of the old man. The boy had pitch-black hair, which were standing from his head like it wanted to defeat earth's gravity. But that wasn't the most remarkable aspect of him. That attribute goes to the brown fury tail he had on his butt! To complete the picture of strangeness the boy was just carrying a big wolf!
"Good job, Goku! Good idea! Bring it inside!" the old man laughed while caressing the boy's head. His name was Son Gohan.
The boy- Goku- nodded and brought his prey in their small hut, a very small and poor-looking house, but their didn't need more. In this deep and thick forest they were the only sign of human civilization in the range of more than three-hundred kilometers.
Goku came back on t
PilgrimPilgrimPilgrim9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As watch hands
Meet at the peak of night,
Awakening the dreaming
Day, to bring brightness
To its lost children,
I shiver below
Their godlike gathering,
Surrounded by icy blue.
I pull the sapphire velvet
Closer around my bare skin.
First rays of illuminating
Sunshine break the shield
Of mystic moisture, as
If it would run away
Panicked by the upcoming.
My oppressed feet crease
Lean culms of jade, coated
By vivid tears cleansing
My body. Wearily I step
Benevolent beams welcome
And swallow me, soaking
My skin, my bones with warmth.
Pervaded by this supernatural
Embrace I continue my journey.
The Causal PrincipleHe had painted the picture of nothing but a solitary teardrop on a piece of black carbon paper. On the other side of the paper he had laid down the river.The Causal Principle7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Night bloomed in the river, that morning. Reflected onto the air above. Paintbrushed into a random breeze.
She woke up that morning into the dark, tear-strained. She knew at the primacy of her senses, that this wasnt an eclipse. It was blindness. One of those denser forms of darkness where you cant see anything even when you close your eyes. For it pours into your nervous system. Shed never see him again.
Standing there on the riverbank, he realized shed never be able to comprehend his gift. Or understand it.
He tore off his tear.
Mozaik Role FANFICTIONMozaik Role FANFICTION4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
愛したっていうのですか？Is it alright for us to be in love?
しがみついて藻掻くことを Bound, so we can't touch anyone
Is it alright for us to be in love?
I ask that question to myself a lot of times. Repeatedly. Questioning my inner self.
Sitting in my room, but I'm actually in a blank space, hovering, looking for His. He came, eventually, sneering at me. "What's up?" He said, almost screamed. I just stared at His as He encircled me, carrying the scissors. He looked at me, crazy with lust, and took me by the arm. He kissed my neck slowly, and I pushed him away. He laughed.
"Ready? It's my turn, you know." He sneered maniacally.
"To do what? Kill me? "
He slapped me hard. "You did this to me!" He screamed. "You made me into this You murdered me!" He raised the scissors, plunging it into my direction. I evaded it. "I created you! I made you
WonderingsWonderings4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I like to wonder.
Just let any thoughts
I've had recently
Flow through my head.
They can be good
Or they can be bad.
They can be cheery
Or they can be sad.
It really doesn't matter
If it's a thought I've had.
Some thoughts I'll remember
Others I won't
Some I wish I didn't have
And others I just don't.
But enough of this jibberjabber.
The fact of the matter
Is that my mind will rot
If all it's taught
Is to sit around
With no ideas to be found.
Or if pointless rhymes
Waste my time.
So releasing it's shackles
I let it run free
Trying so hard
To make words fit
But simply accepting the fact
That some things
Aren't meant to flow perfectly
Are meant to be wondered about.
That's why sometimes
I like to wonder.
The First MovementThe First Movement8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I left my lover on the floor,
arms bent like a lamp cord.
He said to me things were
different looking up;
the ceiling was brighter,
my eyes were lit up.
And he sank into sand tiles,
his hands were raw and waiting,
affection driveIf I recycledaffection drive7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the love littered at your feet
hearts would starve no more.
Modern MagicThe witch Baba Yaga once baked herself breadModern Magic8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
out of spiders and liars and red razorwire
that was garnished with flowers from the vaults of the dead,
and sweetened with lye from a childs funeral pyre.
It was light as the crisp, cracking bones on the fields
and as sharp to the taste as the ash-scattered shards
that were all that remains of the swords and the shields
of the warrior king and his bold bodyguards.
In a chicken leg hovel at the edge of a wood
the witch Baba Yaga licks the dregs from the spoons
that she used to stir soup, spiced and thickened with blood
that the dying ones spilt from their widowing wounds.
But her low kitchen table will never be laid
and her bonewafer banquet will never be served,
while ghostly white whistles pipe a last serenade
as shes swept to the moon by the swerve of the earth.
The witch Baba Yaga in the coldness of space
weeping tears for the cage and her gingerbread home,
but icicled, weightless, they fly in her face
with the regular tick of
Love at First SightLove at First Sight3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The smallest look in your direction,
And I knew you were the one.
The way my heart stopped when my eyes met yours,
How I speechlessly gazed at you,
When I couldn't even blink an eye,
In fear of you disappearing
In that one second,
Becoming a figment of my imagination.
The sparks between us flew instantly,
And I knew it all pointed to love.
I was a victim of Cupid and his toxic arrows.
You were the one,
My angel sent from above,
My prince coming to save me on his steed,
My sould mate who would stand by me everyday,
My other half who would love everything that I am,
The keeper of my chipped heart,
Who would make it whole once again.
Filled with every shade of green,
Like a beautiful, peaceful forest,
And flecks of gold,
Oh- so- gorgeous,
They mesmerized me.
The color of the darkest night sky,
Mysteriously covering your face,
As if attempting to hide in the shadows,
Tempting me to uncover what secrets were hidden deep inside.
It was like not
The Umbrella LettersDear Mr. and Mrs. Umbrella,The Umbrella Letters7 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
I'm writing out of concern for your son Charlie. Since he first started in my class I have noticed odd tendencies in his behaviour. I know Charlie is a special boy, but the way these tendencies develop is beginning to worry me. He seems to be having troubles communicating with others. He rarely plays with the other children and does not respond when I speak to him. His writing is beginning to stray from the alphabet. Last week he even refused to partake in morning prostration! I took him to see the school nurse but he remained silent for the entire time and did not subject himself to examination. I therefore ask you to bring Charlie to a doctor in order to find out what is causing these problems.
Miss Edna Umber, Umbrellium Primary School
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Umbrella,
After the examination of your son, we have been able to establish that he is not suffering from any apparent physical illness or dysfunction. There appears to be nothing wrong wit
emotions with longer names"Why are you holding a camera?" Her eyes flickered to look at his. She possessed no poker face—her discomfort made him smile, even now.emotions with longer names11 years ago in Teen More Like This
"I don't know," replied a disembodied voice. The sound of his words made his heart beat faster, made the memories come rushing back in some horrific nightmarish image of a carnival ride.
She displayed her white teeth to him in an awkward smile, the flashing red light reflected in her eyes. They weren't looking at the camera—they were looking at him.
"Talk to me," he said, loving to film the shape of her face in all that silence but knowing her awkward quirks.
"I don't know what to say." Her voice was quieter than normal, and scarlet stop signs were ebbing at her cheeks.
"Say anything," he commanded in a voice heavy with anticipation. His vowels were richer than a gourmet bagel caked in strawberry cheesecake cream cheese.
She bit her lip, and he could see the cartoon bubble appearing above her furrowed brow—I'm thinking.
"John Cusack," she whispe
Yin-Yang Chapter 2Yin-Yang Chapter 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was in math, when through my glove it glowed NOT AGAIN! I raised my hand asked to go pee and ran out not waiting for an answer, When Demi showed up her palm faced towards me, hers was also glowing what did this mean!?
“look this isn't going to stop we need to leave.” Demi said and nodded agreeing, we can't walk around with glowing palms. We ran out the building to my car. I backed out quickly and put it into high gear, we decided to go to Demi's no one would be home at her place. I wanted to talk to her, but she seemed to into that glowing palm of hers, and so would I if I hadn't been driving.
Arriving at her house we ran in and closed the door, Once inside we stared more at our palms, “This is weird! WHAT DO WE DOOO!!!??” Demi was freaking out this isn't good!!
“My child calm down.” we heard the voice, but there was no body to the voice, Till two appeared before us. They were tall, they were also wearing armor. The blonde
His Lonely Heart Sasuke Uchiha Pt TenHis Lonely Heart Sasuke Uchiha Pt Ten4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Silent as a shadow, Sasuke crept up behind the fiery haired girl. She had her back turned, and appeared to be writing something. The cloth soaked in chloroform quickly covered her mouth, and her eyes widened in surprise. Her cries were muffled by the cloth and Sasuke held her struggling body in his strong arms, before she went completely limp.
Sasuke pulled the blade from his pocket and once again collected a vile of blood from her, before setting her on the bed once more.
He rushed upstairs to find Kabuto leaning casually against the wall of the kitchen, still in the same place he had been before.
"I have the blood" Sasuke stated as he handed Kabuto the vile filled to the brim with crimson liquid. "Ah, good" Kabuto pinched the vile between his thumb and index finger. "Be seein' ya" Kabuto waved casually as he turned to leave.
Sasuke sighed and walked around the deserted house, deep in thought.
Three months... and he'd have to leave her again. The down side is that he'd have no way of
SoullessMisery.Soulless6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It constantly claws at my soul,
Ripping the life from it.
It scars my heart
As it rips its sheenful talons across it.
It rears its deceitful head,
Plunging its sharpened fangs into my soul.
Envenoming the very being of me.
My soul pours to the floor,
Drop by drop.
My life reflected on the shimmering melanoid tiles.
Cold, murky blood runs through the endless cracks.
Is this the way my life shall end?
I always felt it would be a relieving thing, a blissful thing.
That the sun would shine and the flowers blossom.
I was wrong.
It is neither relieving nor blissful.
Tis a painful thing,
The tearing of the soul from the body.
It is cold,
It is brutal.
There are no life flashes.
There is no forgiveness.
There is only pain.
I walk this earth
Soulless and heartless.
Not a flutter of the heart.
Not a breath of the air.
Pain is my only friend,
Misery accompanies my every step.
But in the horizon there is a faint glimmer of hope.
A friend in the waiting.
A friend that may bring me to consci
By the Hand of BastBy the Hand of Bast4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
With the last hieroglyph finished, Wati set aside the scroll he had been working on. He closed The Book of the Dead and ran his hands along the cover. Despite the fact he wrote these words on a regular basis, never had it been so hard. Ra had long since disappeared for his usual voyage, and the wick of his lamp was nearly burnt to the end. As the flame died its orange glow was replaced by the ghostly light of the moon filtering through the linens that covered the windows and door of his small hut.
On either side of the doorway, stood the shadows of two pots. It had been many days since Tiankhit had left him, but still the barley continued to grow. Wati had so hoped for the emmer wheat to sprout first. Like all men, he wanted a son, but had come to love the idea of his daughter just as much. They were overjoyed when the first leaves pressed their way up through the dirt to tell them the news of their child, and the days passed with excitement as they waited to see if they grew to be bar
CrayonsThis society forces us to live in boxesCrayons3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
That we have built around ourselves
The teachers they tell you
It will open up your mind
If only you see it my way
And you must be silent
And respect me
Even though I have not earned it
Because In this institution
That we are forced to return to
We are learning how to treat one another.
But really we just learn to bottle it up
So let's tear down the walls
Of all our boxes
Give everybody crayons
And color one big picture
These places sort us into different colors
And everybodys gray!
Cause everybodys an actor
Unless you wrote the story
And wedont need no imagination
In the technological age
Pluss Disney world will make all our dreams come true
The little boxes we live in
Will keep all our thoughts
Keep us in line
So we cannotd speak out
But what they don't know is that
They are already breaking
Secretly I'm reaching out and you
I put a hole in your box so you can see
Help me tear down the walls
of everybody's boxes
Struggling at LifeStruggling at Life:Struggling at Life3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We're reaching out for stars
In the depths of the night.
We're struggling at bars
Shut away from the light!
I've seen the way we act
When we are fighting for our lives.
But we're killing all our brothers
On the point of our knives.
I've seen the violence
Spewing from the poorest of peaks.
We are the rats, caged up
In the darkness we seek-
A little path, a little home;
Just a place to call our own.
Everything we ever tried
Try to win before I die.
Hopeless, lost; shot from the skies
I am the martyr, burned for the sin of their lies.
I am the people, screaming for the justice be served
I am the sound that you hear; cause I give you the nerve!
You gotta rise up, stride up, ready to go,
And I will tell you how to do this from your head to your toe.
Don't let anybody tell you that you ain't what you're worth,
Every child born, we are the soul of the earth.
Now look upon the world and see the morning sun rise,
You stare into the light, there's the heat in your eyes
All She Ever Wanted O7.All She Ever Wanted O7.4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Mika what's going on?" Jena asked. "Nothing Georg and I was just fooling around." I fussed getting up buttoning my shirt. "Fooling around huh?" She teased. "Who's this?" I smiled getting off the subject. "This is Andy the guy I met in Spain." She smiled. "Nice to meet you are you treating my Jena right?" I asked shaking his hands.
"Yes she's amazing." Andy smiled. "Good so um want some coffee or something?" I asked. "Sure 5 sugars and cream." Andy said. "Mika I need to talk to you." Jena laced hands going into the kitchen.
"Mika I caught you and Georg kissing." She fussed. "No we was goofing off that's all." I chuckled.
"Right Mika this is me you're talking too." She teased. "OK we were flirting a bit and then we kissed but it was only like a second Jena promise me you can't tell tom." I said quickly. "OK I promise but if Andy and I haven't came in here would it have been something more?" Jena asked. "Probably." I blushed. "I know it's wrong but Georg is different than tom he's sweet