FrUK: Can You Hear Me?Can You Hear Me?FrUK: Can You Hear Me?4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Pairing: FrUK (very slight USUK)
Arthur opened his eyes to a bright scenery, raising a hand slowly to shield his eyes from the
glare of the sun overhead. He lowered his hand after a moment, noticing that he and Francis were
sitting in his garden. Francis and him were sitting at the glass table that he had put in the garden,
two cups of tea in front of them.
"My, aren't you getting distracted easily today, hm?", the Frenchman spoke up with a smile on his
lips once he noticed he caught Arthur's unamused attention. Arthur averted his eyes from the flowers
around them to Francis' light blue eyes, a small twitch of a smile sliding across Arthur's lips.
For some reason, he felt choked up. Like he was going to cry. Except he didn't know why he felt like
that. He doesn't remember appearing out here with Francis before him. And yes, Francis. Francis, the
one who bothe
NaruTen-To Improve Our SkillsNaruTen-To Improve Our Skills4 years ago in Romance More Like This
On a bright day in Konoha, a certain couple was headed to the Hokage Mansion. It had been a month since the brunette's birthday and she was happy with the end result of it. She had felt a closer connection to her blond lover. She knew she couldn't be apart from him. She loved him too much to leave him alone. While she was uncertain about their future, she knew their present was looking very bright.
"Why do you think Baa-chan summoned us to the Hokage Mansion?" the blond asked.
"I am not sure why, maybe it is a mission again like last week," she said holding his arm.
His face turned from a happy one to a terrified one as he remembered the last mission they went on. He was terrified to leave the village for 3 days until he got better from the incident. Choosing to dislodge the incident from his memories, Naruto chose to focus on the time her got to spend with Tenten.
"Well let's hurry up and get there on time, Ten-chan," he said as he ran ahead. Nodding her agreement she ran after him. A
3am Hallows Eve3am on Hallows Eve3am Hallows Eve4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Time for sins and wicked deeds
Witches, werewolves, goblins too
All the better to frighten you
3am, time to rise
Put on your mask, wear your disguise
Dance in the shadows of the pale moon light
Welcome the sting of a vampires bite
3am, it's time for fun
The witching hour has just begun
Jack-o-lanterns light the night
Catching mischief in their sight
3am, the witches fly
You can run but you can't hide
Demons walk the street tonight
Snatching your soul away from sight
3am, Halloween has come
The wicked fun has finally begun
Tell the children the warnings they must heed
Or else they will surely bleed
3am on Hallows Eve
Time for sins and wicked deeds
Lock your doors and hide within
Tonight, everywhere, evil will win
NaruTen-Our Showdown Ch. 13NaruTen-Our Showdown Ch. 134 years ago in Romance More Like This
Reaching late evening in Konoha, the blond and brunette couple strolled down the Konoha road seeing familiar shops and store owners who had been waving to the couple. Blushing the attention they turned to other places that they missed. Naruto took Tenten near the fancy restaurant that they had gone to on their first date.
"You remember this place Ten-chan," he said with a smile as he faced her. She turned to him remembering their first date that had turned into a too true relationship for them both.
"How could I forget our first date," she said to her blond lover.
"Yeah, you loved the food here," he said. He knew that he could never do better than her. She was his foundation in times of doubt or trouble. He just couldn't live without her.
She turned to him staring at the eyes that seemed to draw her in, similar to her first experience with the sharingan. Naruto's eyes were so powerful to her. His eyes were one of her weak points. Tenten felt that if she had looked into those eyes, noth
Retrograde Scents from inside the suit intertwined their intentions with the sights of tangled and tessellated hair illumed by firefly LED's, spiking my circulation with memories and murmurs of dopamine.Retrograde5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I took her by the gaze; she steered her sight away from mine. I led her through a glance that involved no scuffling of hands.
She was one of two wayward strangers passing in the cosmos; two separate glances met as objects in motion tending to motion. People aren't the same however.
Drifter was the term we were known as, people cast off of vessels and ships, mostly by accident, condemned to trudge about the universe until starvation kicked in or their oxygen-starved filters were finally incapable of operating. My unplanned departure from the mysteriously flaming
Don't Tell"You WHAT!?" exclaimed the furious Englishman.Don't Tell4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I- I said... I'm dating France..." muttered the shy Canadian looking down at his twiddling thumbs.
The Englishman just stood there in shock, his hands plastered on the table as he stared at Canada, wide eyed. He still couldn't quite process the information in his mind. It was something that just didn't register. Why would anyone want to date that... that... Frog!?
He finally closed his eyes, realizing he was making Canada more nervous than he already was. He sat back down on the couch and crossed his arms. "So?"
"So what?" Canada asked looking up without moving his head.
"So? How did this happen?"
Canada's eyes went wide and his cheeks went a deep shade of red. "Uh well, you see..."
A FEW NIGHTS AGO
Canada was just sitting at home enjoying a nice freshly made meal of pancakes and maple syrup. He was tuned into the T.V. watching some American channel with some strange show called "The Real Housewives of something or other".
Hidden PotentialEvery woman is nervous on the day of her wedding. This had sounded like a cliché when my mother had told me this, but now on the threshold of the same event my body was displaying all the signs of a blushing bride. Perversely, my mind was utterly calm. It had better things to worry about. Like the discovery I had been working on for the last five years.Hidden Potential6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The scheduled unveiling should have taken place a while ago. But my parents dropped this bomb on me. Marry His Highness, Alexander Petraeus Marcus Maxmillian the VIIIth, Prince and heir of the Andromeda Galaxy, and the last family to retain ties to Earth. In my opinion their claim to be the last family with pure Earthen blood was their only claim to fame. Of course, my opinion didn't matter. The people worshipped the royal family. And they controlled the biggest political, economic and social faction in the universe.
My family was one of the last few traditional families left. We had lost all our wealth but our status still meant e
SubductionWe drip into OctoberSubduction4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with the silence of spiders
heavy in our chests,
our hearts curling in
on themselves like
leaves in autumn.
Lungs unfurl into the
there is a breath, a whisper--
This dying wind whistles
through empty throats,
as if to murmur a warning,
perhaps, that we threaten
along our hipbones.
A Creature Called Fear, 3“So what was it you wanted to tell me, Sam?” Dean waited for an answer; Sam waited for the right words to come to him. He leaned over, elbows resting on his legs, and breathed deeply. Mustering his courage, Sam sat up straight and looked Dean in the eyes. His lips barely parted when the radio spewed out a flicker of white noise before tuning in to another song at full volume. All my life I’ve felt this way, but I could never find the words to say-- Then silence. Dean was not amused. “Alright, what the hell’s going on with this thing?” He got off the bed a second time to investigate the spastic machine.A Creature Called Fear, 32 years ago in Romance More Like This
Sam was simply perturbed by how disturbingly fitting the songs were, like the radio was talking to him, trying to tell him something.
“There aren’t even batteries in it…” Dean stared at the empty battery slot in the back of the radio. Then he remembered something. “Dammit, Cas, are you messin’ with us?”
petrichorNiobe weeps.petrichor4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
gold scattered rough across
cracked earth and the last
remains of summer - they fell
like leaves in the arms of the wind.
some scents cannot be captured.
the gods bleed onto rock,
and the stone sends her prayers
in return: petrichor.
listen - the heavy thud of
rain on parched ground;
the monsoon sealing life back in;
the sky bows and kisses earth.
Performers of Ancient IrelandDiodorus Siculus once said of ancient Ireland, "Among them are also to be found lyric poets whom they call Bards. These men sing to the accompaniment of instruments which are like lyres, and their songs may be either of praise or of obloquy" (James 163). Modern bards are different than ancient performers. Today the idea of a bard is typically anybody who performs and leaves a lasting impression. This can include singers, songwriters, actors, playwrights, instrumental players, poets, writers, and even journalists and people in news media. Ancient poets were more interested in teaching lessons than entertaining.Performers of Ancient Ireland12 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
The ancient poets and storytellers of Ireland influenced modern entertainment in many ways, including style, subject of common tales, and the way entertainers are treated in society.
Contrary to popular belief, bards weren't master-poets, nor were they held in high regard as Diodorus Siculus believed. Bards were low-class poets, uneducated in the "true path" of a poet. The filidh
Hot Topic Is For PosersHot Topic Is For Posers12 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I've got the leather knee-high boots, spiked collar, fishnet stockings and shirt, heavy eyliner, black lipstick...
Let me snag this here trench coat...
Complete look for my depression, $150 bucks.
Now I can go home and cut.
Bleed myself into nothingness.
Write morbid poetry about you, the one I lost.
All it took was my allowence of two months!
How wretched my life is, all black.
I hate my life, my friends, my job.
Alone I sit while my sister pounds on my door.
Can't I listen to my Industrial music in peace?
I want to die now that I've got my complete wardrobe from HOT TOPIC.
I am so cool...
CELEBRATION of GAY PRIDECELEBRATION of GAY PRIDE6 years ago in Emotional More Like This
CELEBRATION of GAY PRIDE - An Older Gay Man's Perspective
Straight people keep asking, "Why do 'you' people need GAY PRIDE when there is no need for STRAIGHT PRIDE?" This is my answer:
Straight people do not need to be proud of being straight, because they do not need to overcome and survive vilification, hatred, bigotry, discrimination and suppression, for being straight. Sexual Minorities deserve great pride and respect for overcoming all of that, and more.I call this a "Celebration of Gay Pride" because it is a celebration of my journey to self-acceptance and pride-of-self. I was 13, an Altar Boy wanting to be a Priest, when our priest told us boys, "Boys who are physically attracted to other boys are an abomination in the eyes of God, doomed to burn for an eternity in the everlasting fires of Gahanna." I could not understand it. I was simple, autistic, and I lived to be a good boy. I had not done anything to make these feelings for boys happen. God must
BirdcageNothing ever happens the way you read in the history books. In war there are never two armies, there is only a field of men. Never a number of dead; but individual lives snuffed out. That is what the subject of history is, years shelved and decimalized. Birth and death, graphed to the simplicity of lines. Great wars a footnote to the next great war. The achievements of men and women plotted out against the bookmark of day, month and year.Birdcage5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And somewhere amongst this, my mother breathed. Somewhere danced in now long-closed nightclubs, laughed at jokes told by a younger version of my Father. And then the unpin-able moment she fell in love with him, after which she would have sworn there was no moment, that she'd always loved him.
I try to place things, to tell the story to myself, but you cannot know the story of a life; you can only tell a new story from theirs, as one cannot speak with another's tongue.
Whilst other children would be given sweets, I would have to excavate them. Taught t
Matoryoshika I singMatoryoshika I sing5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
1 2 3 4
Light is hiding behind say Do not be afraid pleasure from pain
Starting at an exclusive high-touch way Away from the head down
This is the only theory was feeling like heaven Ren Yuzuru Good furniture is more respect and doubts to rest a mixture of
Unusually serious look Such feelings 恥Jire Nanbo messed up
You mean you stop risky Chimae What stance is said to be bent
浮Tsuku vision what you'll be First, could not resist drawing
To Blame Just resting Sky high in the air
You're mad ears tuned
You know a lot more dancing received Kalinka? Marinka? Chord playing What should I do such feelings? Can you tell me?
524 loud and clear Freud? Keloid? Tap the key Let'll all laugh all
踊Reyo quickly accumulate a fool
Just see Now Tokuto This is my form I heard that I was not
From this first place Even if they are never apart Oh It kite ー
I have the ears to hear
The Pride protect sore or
No, no follow moratorium
What is important is that Tanoshimu!
The Ballad of Eiy'ra HaizThe Ballad of Eiy'ra Haiz5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he don't answer any more.
Not the whiskey drinking Indian, the marine who went to war.
A beaten up jukebox played old country songs in the corner of the bar. Outside, the mid-afternoon sun beat down on the cracked clay floor. The rocks surrounding the small mining town of Cripple Creek almost seemed to glow in the heat, and the horizon was half-hidden by haze. The township went about its business under the watchful eye of the local Dominion garrison.
But those in the Pink Moon sheltered from that world. The barman, Townes, was an old war veteran with only one arm. In place of the other was a crude robotic substitute. He served up drinks with little more than a vice, powered by a handful of servos which were connected to his arm just below the elbow. He was strangely proud of the device he'd often joke that he'd never play piano again, but his sex-life had improved tremendously.
Old Ma Haggard sat at the other side of the bar, smoking. She, like alm
Actinium DreamsY'all have any idea how downright frustrating it is to be the granddaughter of one of the most powerful and celebrated superheroes ever Ulysses Randall Martin, the iconic Mr. Uranium and yet have no special talent of your own?Actinium Dreams4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I mean, it's not like I don't have my own elemental superpower: like almost all of Grandpa's progeny, I do. But how much good is the ability to produce hard-hitting Alpha and destructive Beta rays if you can barely control it and never quite turn it off? At least I'm not as bad off as my son Frankie; I love him to death, but when left alone the poor boy is totally unstable and downright dangerous: the worst possible mix of autism, Alpha rays and ADHD.
And I do at least have my own nemesis, of sorts: the cadre of good ol' boys who call themselves DOTA, whose main ability seems to be workin' together to nullify and trap super-powered elementals. But t'be honest, they don't seem to have anything against me personally; I think they just have a ge
Music to my Heart Chp 2Ulquiorra walked up the winding driveway to the dark, imposing mansion at the top of Karakura Hill, which was really more of a cliff hanging over the ocean. He pressed his finger into a button at the side of the columned door, and waited while the set of chimes rang eerily through the house. The door was soon opened and he was allowed in, nodding quickly to the dark-skinned man in a white suit who closed the door behind him, shutting off most of the light until he reached over and switched the lights on.Music to my Heart Chp 25 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You're later than usual," stated the man.
"So what of it Tosen?" asked Ulquiorra, taking some books from his bag.
"What were you doing?"
"I can't see how that's any of your concern," he replied, tossing the schoolbag to the taller man who caught it easily.
"It's my concern if you have been with those boys again," he said coolly.
"I go to school, Tosen, I can't stop seeing them."
"And what about your spare time?"
"If you must know, I was studying, now if you'll excuse me, it's not your