Xanadu Among HorsesXanadu Farm.
It's old and dilapidated and mushy and ooshey and grimy. Most of all grimy. It's most certainly not the glorious
marble palace of Kublai Kahn. It's a proper working farm that demands sweat to seep out of every pore and gives back only
painful calluouses and a sense of fulfillment. The barn was leaning in on itself in a haphazard and careless manner. I'd
had nightmares that the old mold heap would fall down on me in a moist and crumbling vise of a heap. It never did.
Manure and compost.
The stench of them goes hand in hand up you nose and down the back of your mouth to lie it's tired-self down on your
tongue for a bit, for even the odors have to labor away on Xanadu farm. After a while, you'll come to welcome the reek as it
becomes associated with happy memories. It becomes, 'homey', if you can stand to bear it.
I am InvisibleI am invisible.I am Invisible2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I like that. I like that just fine.
It's scary being invisible. Honest to God scary.
I like to wander in the forest and hope that if I stand still long enough, I'll be confused for a tree.
I've certainly got the face for it.
I like to ride horses because I pray that if I'm silent enough, the horse'll forget that I'm not there and think me a tick.
It's empowering being invisible, I'll tell you that.
Should I consider a career in the NSA?
I am a terrible person.
I don't care about my friends. I could give a rat's ass if they dropped dead tomorrow.
You know what? I would, actually. I would miss them and mourn their loss. But not because they were gone, or were so young, or any bullshit like that. I would miss them because their existence and presence next to me, was an acknowledgement of sorts that I existed.
I could give a rat's ass about their likes or their dislikes
OP Crackfic: Forbidden LoveThis was written while smoking a red lollipop.OP Crackfic: Forbidden Love5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Luffy had never been more attached.
She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. She captured his attention from the moment he first laid eyes up on her, and he found it difficult to stop thinking about her at times. He wanted to look deep inside her, to enter her and to cherish each moment with her. She held a special place in his heart that nothing else could ever fill.
If only he could stand in front of her and act on his feelings.
Unfortunately, one person stood between him and his beloved. And at this moment, that statement was literal.
"Get out of here, Luffy." Sanji ordered, annoyed, protectively blocking the distance between her Luffy. "I won't let you have your way."
The captain made a discontented noise of longing in the back of his throat, desperately looking past his cook to steal another glance at her, but a foot connected with his face and he was flung out of the room, slamming against the outside wall.
RescueHe couldn't move.Rescue5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He had stood up from other fights countless times before...but this time, he couldn't pull himself up, even with all his insane willpower.
His blood-covered limbs wouldn't move.
His breaths came out in painful wheezes, calling out to his friends. Friends who couldn't believe what they were seeing. He seriously couldn't stand up from this? He had never been this badly pounded.
They had to get out. The enemy was closing in. They'd be killed if they couldn't escape. What would they do?
Living in an apathetic worldStorm Hawks fanfiction.Living in an apathetic world6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I hate this life.
I don't care that it's normal. I hate it. I don't want normal.
But what can I do? No one likes living like this, but we all have to deal with it. If you talk about something better out there, you're ridiculed for being naive. Shunned, even, if you keep it up.
So I've always kept quiet. Suppressed the hope, suppressed the longing. Just like every other merb on the terra. As you grow up, continually ignoring how wrong you somehow know everything is, those feelings start to die. They never completely go away, but you learn to fight any little attempt they may make of resurfacing. By the time a merb has become an adult, they've fully tamed those feelings and they go about their pathetic lives, living each day just as dispassionately as the last.
There has to be something better than this. This isn't the only terra in the Atmos, but we're told that all the others are worse. It's imaginable, I guess, but I don't want to believe it. What kind of