Ask me stuffI'm so very very bored, I don't have any messages left in my inbox (Which I am oh so very proud of) and I absolutely don't feel like drawing sooo... Why not have another one of those "ask me anything" type of journals? 8D
So yeah... ASK AWAY. About OCs, personal stuff, idk.
Here or on tumblr, I dunno what you preffer xD http://naimane.tumblr.com/
Now I'll just go and try to put together an outfit for halloween.
Rain. Rain.Rain.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
</b> Pitter patter.
My mind, scatters.
All my problems,
Mix, stick like
Right now, still hurts
But it just dont matter.
The rain came,
Coming my way,
I just want
Out I run
With arms widespread.
So many days,
My salvation has come.
The light mist sprays
Across my dry face.
And exfoliating the waste.
I breathe in,
Salty like ocean,
Sweet like spring,
Faulty like me,
But above all;
Now it rains harder,
Not quite a downpour,
But floating downwards
Making many droplet
Are you crying with me,
My dear rain?
Or do you pity what
Ive become, so
Its your only way?
Tears dont just
fall from my eyes.
No matter how
Tears mingle with
rain and cling
to my eyelashes.
Its still there.
I sigh and take a
Wash the grime off her flowers,
Feed her thirsty children
dystopiaFanning myself with a discarded brochure, I hurried along the darkened street. Peering into the alleyways, I quickened my steps. Remember, ghosts aren't real. Not anymore. Feeling a tug on the back of my shirt, I quickly stifled a scream and whipped around. In front of me stood a little boy with mismatched eyes and an odd hair curl on one side of his face. I bent down to his eye level and stammered out, "C-can I help you?"dystopia4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
He grinned up at me, and replied in a singsong voice. "Yes. Follow me, lady."
Keeping a firm grasp on my shirt, he pulled me along. I half wondered if I should stop him, but then I quickly shook those thoughts away. He's only a kid. And besides, I was the one who offered him help in the first place. This was the least I could do.
He pulled me into a darkened alley between two abandoned stores. Suddenly, he giggled and I felt a sharp pain in my side. Looking down, I saw a knife hilt protruding neatly between my ribcage. I tried to scream, but only managed to co
True LoveI didn't know love until I met you.True Love14 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nothing in my life had ever felt so true.
You were the reason I went day to day,
Washing all of my depression away.
I wish I could make everything all right,
Every second I think of that night.
The way you broke my heart with only few words.
Did more to me than being stabbed by a thousand swords.
I didn't know pain until I met you.
Even know, nothing has ever felt so true.
You used to be the reason I went day to day,
But now your make me wish I could fade away.
WonderlandOnce upon a time, there was a land,Wonderland5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where impossible dreams were not banned.
All the colorsespecially blue.
Rainbow and periwinkle, too.
A potion to make you grow smaller.
A cake to make you grow taller.
Giant mushrooms and talking flowers.
Don't underestimate anyone's power.
The caterpillara vibrant blue
Knows more about yourself than you do.
An evaporating cat leads you astray,
You need to keep those bread-and-butterflies at bay.
You see, the tea parties are all quite mad.
They never follow a certain fad.
Flying cups and airborne teapots,
Carefulthe scones are hot!
White roses instead of red,
We must paint them or it's off with our heads!
The Queen of Hearts shows no pity,
She will win the game because it is her city.
So, let's fall down the rabbit hole,
And let go of the madness in our soul.
It's not hard to understand,
A place called Wonderland.
Let Me DieLet me dieLet Me Die15 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let me die,
It hurts to live,
Let me die,
My soul to give.
I want to die,
Give me rest,
I don't want to try,
Just a bullet in the chest.
Every acrid breath makes sweet death,
Like the gentle touch of a lovers caress.
Let me die,
I beg you please,
Pain and disease
Are only a tease.
Give me a place,
Where I can be free,
Where demons wont chase,
And torture me
K.A.B.A IntroductionINTRODUCTIONK.A.B.A Introduction4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Welcome to Korea's All Boys Academy. The most elite school in the world and given excellent reviews. The best of the best are raised in the school. President? Went to K.A.B.A, Smartest man in the world? Went to K.A.B.A. As you can see, only the smartest and richest kids have been able to enter this school. Barely any students from other schools or students with the best grades from the second best schools have been able to enter. The exception to any student has a lower percentage than a student failing K.A.B.A. Reinforcements are made but we also offer more chances in life for these students than what any other school could do.
We raise the strongest and best men to succeed in the world; given any talent they have or obtain. Whatever they want, they are given.
K.A.B.A is not just a school that will break down a student with stress and homework all night long. No, our school will never be that restrained; but you have t
Alice meets CheshireAlice meets Cheshire8 years ago in Teen More Like This
The boy sat on the mantel piece above the running fire, he grinned down at the girl infront of him. Long purple hair framed his face as his pierced cat ears and tail twitched. Shyly, she walked up to him and asked,
"Please boy why are you sitting up above the fire?You'll burn yourself," The boy flicked his ear and grinned wider.
"I sit up here because it is warm and I will not burn myself if I do not touch the the fire.Now may I ask who are standing down there?"
"I would not like to hurt myself so you must pardon if I do not join you above the fire," The girl gave a small curtsy and was about to turn around when the boy stopped her.
"What is your name child?" He leaned closer as his ears twitched foreward to listen better. She turned around, stomped to him as close as she c
Rivaille x Reader - What are you? : Part 3Rivaille x Reader - What are you? : Part 32 years ago in Romance More Like This
You tried to think it off. You really tried to. But it was almost sun set and that uncomfortable feeling you carried all day long was still there. You tried to ignore it, you even chattered a little more with the other people in order to distract yourself, but no matter what, you couldn’t help but think something just wasn’t right. There was definitely someone following the group closely, keeping an eye on every movement. You glanced at your friends, trying to find out if they also felt a weird atmosphere; yet the only reactions you got back were blank and confused stares. ‘Tch…’
You sighed. There were only a few hours left until the meeting that would change everybody’s lives, a few more hours until you’d separate of all your friends, maybe forever. Since you were walking behind them, you looked at their backs and thought at how carefree and joyful they were today, or at least pretended to be. It had been, in ages, the most norm
Zombie KissThere was a zombie in the garden. But Libby didn't much mind. Clumps of rotten blood oozed from a shattered jaw, bulbous white eyes rolled in a shriveled decomposing skull, and gray green fingers reached towards the house. Gargled howls rose from its throat, hungry snorts from its nose, and a strange slush of liquid could be heard every time it moved. Still, Libby didn't care.Zombie Kiss3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Two more pounded on the door; cold stiff bodies beating relentlessly, mindlessly, on the locked panel of wood. Another dozen circled; sucking in strangled gulps of air, and exhaling them in ugly, hungry, moans. Libby closed her eyes and kissed him, drowning out the ugly sounds from below with her own urgent whine of pleasure.
Distant gunfire rattled the window frames, far off screams rose with the wind, and somewhere a radio crackled out a series of commands. And a dark teaming smudge of black marred the horizon. The zombie horde, locked in battle with the
Neko Time LightxL "30 percent"YAOI! Don't like, don't read!Neko Time LightxL "30 percent"5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note or the characters, obviously. That would be freaking awesome though. I'm pondering that when I get older to name my child Lawliet, and have their nickname be L. My friend and I were discussing it. Lawliet is pretty.
"Ryuuzaki," spoke Light, "Have you found anymore information on Kira?" I slid a sugar cube in my mouth, aimlessly staring into the screens in front of me. "Not quite, Light-kun," I finally spoke after a long pause, "But you must remember, you are still a suspect at twenty percent," his black cat ears twitching once as he lifted the chain to make a slight clinking noise. "I already told you, Ryuuzaki, I'm not Kira," the boy replied with an obvious sigh of disappointment in his voice, probably because I kept accusing him. Even if his act were good, he still could be Kira.
I plopped another sugar cube into m
eutopia"My, what's this? A damsel in distress?"eutopia4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Startled, my eyes flew open. I was sitting on a park bench, about to doze off. A man in peculiar clothing stood in front of me with a violin at his side. Unwavering emerald eyes stared at me.
"If you're not careful, a wolf might just eat you up," he remarked, sliding into the seat next to me. I could only stare blankly at him. He looked like a chessboard jester, clad in red and black. He leaned in closer to me, an odd smile playing on his lips.
"Is anything bothering you, my dear?"
Finally regaining my voice, I shook my head and managed to choke out, "Nothing really. Just life."
At this his grin widened, putting me in the mind of Cheshire cats without bodies and rabbit holes that never end.
"Ah, I can help you with that. I'll treat you to a private concert sometime." He nodded towards his violin. "I'm quite handy, you know." Reaching inside his vest with slender fingers, he withdrew a card and handed it to me. Flipping it over in my hands, I not
Living in WonderlandEveryone has heard the story of Alice in Wonderland. The one about the little girl who follows a white rabbit down a rabbit hole only to end up in a backwards world somewhat parallel to our own. It's a rather odd story, but the idea is genius if you can read it deep enough.Living in Wonderland8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
However, nobody would ever guess that Wonderland was a real place. No, I'm not mad. I am being perfectly serious here. Wonderland is as real a place as, oh say, Europe or South America. Do you want to know where it is?
Take a look around you. Yes, that's right. I'm telling you that you live in Wonderland. Think about it. There are people around you who are just like the certain characters from the book. The Duchess, the Queen of Hearts, the Cheshire Cat, the Mad Hatter and March Hare…They're all around you, if you pay attention.
Oh, I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Cheri (the CH is soft, by the way) Avelcroft. I'm seventeen years of age, living in my own Wonderland. What do I look like? Well, I
'Cutter''Cutter''Cutter'8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fighting to be Me
But they keep pushing me down
"Hey Cutter!" they shout, "Cut your poor lil wrists last night?"
They snicker as I walk past them
My head down low
My hair covering one eye
The ground seems more nicer than them
Pushing me away when I come close
Throwing things at my back
As I sit thinking about suicide
"You're a Goth So you worship the Devil!" a freaky religious girl screams in my ear
I shrug and carry on
Pretending not to here their insults
Blinking back my tears
I walk through the crowed hallways
Until I reach a corner
Alone, I sit there
Feeling empty and useless
I Might Need YouI think I might need you,I Might Need You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But here's the thing:
I'm spinning out of control
And careening off the side of the road.
I pretend to hold on to the wheel,
But we both know I'll crash.
It wasn't a fair fight.
If you would listen,
If you would actually listen,
You would hear me whispering
"I want you."
"I need you."
And if you would listen,
If you would actually listen,
You would know that
We are horribly wrong
For each other,
And that my words mean nothing.
But what's to stop us from
Sharing our sheets anyway?
We sleep folded together
Like slips of origami paper
Pressed so tightly that
We could not possibly split.
I think I might need you,
But here's the thing:
I really wish I didn't.
I wish it was you,
And not me.
The importance of being idleThe importance of being idle4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gdy koło trzeciej zabrakło alkoholu, wszyscy poza mną i Siergiejem rozeszli się w swoje strony, uznając imprezę za skończoną. Siedzieliśmy zatem na dachu szkoły tylko my dwaj, z przytulonymi do siebie ramionami i splecionymi od niechcenia dłońmi, pod czarnym, ale spokojnym niebem, wśród pustych puszek i czyichś wymiocin, którymi ubrudziłem sobie buty. Wszystko wokół było ciemne, niemal namacalne, nawet nasze myśli tylko papieros w ustach Siergieja jarzył się jasnym punkcikiem. Pierwszy raz niepokoiła mnie cisza między nami, przerywana krótkimi salwami śmiechu. Szalonego śmiechu, który zdawał się wynosić ponad wszystko. Jak gdyby ten, który się śmiał, gardził wszystkim i każdym, nawet własnym życiem. A przecież ja sam znałem t
The Surfer and the Merman CH 29The Surfer and the Merman CH 293 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Skye awoke for the second time that night. Even with his eyes now open, it didn't help because it was too dark to see. He felt the ropes around his body that bound him, but he was still too dazed from the drug to panic. His droopy head turned from side to side as he tried to take in his surroundings. Judging by the darkness and the sound of the waves, Skye could tell that he was indoors and on the water. But most importantly, he was alone.
With his legs the only part of his body that was free, Skye was able to rise to his feet. The young man's eyes finally adjusted and was surprised to see that everything in the room was modern. Even though the ship he had seen approaching them wasn't a pirate ship, it still shocked him that the contents inside were of normal boat-material as well.
As he stumbled around on his shaking legs, he crashed into one of the walls and discovered the door. His arms struggled with the ropes, but he could not break free. He dropped to his knees and studied the do
The cutterShe's a cutter isn't she.The cutter11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yes, see the scars.
See the many braclets in a false attempt to cover them
See the long sleeve shirts, some with a little blood spots in them.
See the long pants, she's probley got scars on her thighs.
She's a cutter isn't she.
See her trace the scars of her wrists with her fingers, longing for her blade again
See the tears in her eyes.
See the blood running down her plams
She was a cutter wasn't she.
See the unhealed cuts on her wrists
See the blood stains covering her floor
See the blood on her scribbled note
Lord Death's KissLord Death's Kiss4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The room was bathed in blue moonlight from the large window whose curtains had been set aside; laughter was trickling into the room from the crack at the bottom of the door. It must have floated down the hallway from the ballroom. In the room was a couch that faced the window and upon that couch lay the body of someone who seemed to have given up. It was a young man, maybe just twenty, his long red hair spilling down from the couch side. His jacket had long ago been discarded and so he was left in his frilly white shirt and dark blue vest, his breeches rumpled. From knee down, his legs, one over the couch arm the other hanging to the floor, were clad in shiny black boots. This was the look of someone who no longer cared, someone who had long ago lost his appetite for the false glamour that was society. I do not belong to that life anymore, he thought to himself.
A bird chirped and he moved his head which had been facing the ceiling towards the large window. Outside was a la
The Thunder + His Thief IntroAn elderly woman dressed in a purple muumuu hobbled across the street. She held a paper grocery bag filled with ground meat in one hand and a silver cane in the other. The cane was adorned with white crystals, cut and arranged to create a glittering holly branch that crept up the handle. As she reached the intersection, a huge man with short red hair approached her, placing a giant hand on her slouched shoulder.The Thunder + His Thief Intro4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Let me help you," He rumbled, his voice loud and deep but entirely kind. He took her grocery bag, raising a ginger eyebrow at her choice of food.
"I have dogs," The woman said feebly, her voice cracking at the end of the sentence as she allowed the hulking figure beside her to take her arm.
They crossed the street, and the man glanced down at her cane. It was far more elegant than the rest of her appearance, and had an unusual design of.. holly branches? He looked up in confusion, and his pale blue eyes met two dark, shining grey ones. He was hit with a wave of memories at the
The Surfer and the Merman CH 26The Surfer and the Merman CH 263 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Skye and Cyan were sitting in the bathtub with their backs resting against the wall. This bathtub was smaller than the one at Skye's parents' house, so Skye had his legs dangling over the edge, while Cyan did the same with his fish tail. The whole bathroom was smaller than the previous one, but Skye knew that it was the best he could do with the short time he was given to find a new place to live. The sound of drops of water falling from their legs and tail echoed through the room as the two sat in silence. They both had decided that they were going to discuss their plans about what to do with Nagisa, Zain, Arun, and of course, Hart. However, as soon as they sat down to talk about it, they both fell silent.
"It feels weird calling an evil, apparently immortal pirate by simply his first name," Skye thought, but he didn't know any other way to refer to him.
"I haven't even met the guy. 'Guess I will sooner or later though," Skye let out a deep sigh as the anxiety rushed through him. Howe
Internet AddictionWhy does she stand there aloneInternet Addiction3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Whispering into her phone
When no one called
She didn't answer
Talking to a friend that's left
Staring straight on, as if deaf
She won't admit she's alone
No one tries to convince her
Just the glow of the screen
Comforts her every time she's about to scream
She won't leave that computer
That's where she lives her life
Just a crack in the door shows her time is passing by
Light from dark, the internet is very sly
Taking young minds
Leaving them to whither and die
The Surfer and the MermanCH 10The Surfer and the MermanCH 104 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Cyan was sitting on Skye's bed, and Skye was in front of him on his knees, applying bandages to the merman's abused body.
"He's so quiet...." Cyan thought as he fidgeted nervously. He hated the awkward silence.
Skye was nearly done when Cyan noticed that Skye's arm was bleeding as well.
"Oh, this?" Skye explained as if it were nothing, "I just cut it on some glass."
"Let me wash it for you." Cyan offered, but Skye stood up.
"I'll do it myself," He turned towards the bathroom, but Cyan grabbed Skye's arm.
"Let me do it," Cyan begged. Skye gave in and removed his ruined pajama shirt.
"He's feeling guilty," Cyan thought as he poured water from a bottle onto a rag and gently dabbed Skye's arm. He kept glancing up at Skye to make sure it wasn't causing him pain, but his expression never changed. Once all the blood was cleaned off of his skin, Cyan began to clumsily apply bandages to his arm. Fortunately, he managed to finish and gave Skye's arm a loving caress.
"Do you remember my promise?"
The Surfer and the Merman CH 23The Surfer and the Merman CH 233 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Cyan, look at the horizon."
Cyan's head rose from the surface of the water. He brushed back his wet black hair with his fingers so that he could see clearly. At first, he stared at his companion who was resting on a large rock, just barely above the water. Despite the longer hair, the other merman looked almost like a mirror image of Cyan. However, their expressions were not the same. Cyan looked concerned, for there was a large ship approaching in the distance, while the other boy had a defiant smirk across his face as he stared at the threatening ship.
"It's still after us..." Cyan said as he eventually spotted the black sails in the distance.
"Yeah, I know. Annoying, isn't it?" The other merman responded.
"We should hurry," Cyan suggested, and waited for his companion to respond.
The merman on the rock turned to face Cyan with his mischievous grin still on his face.
"Naaaah," the merman disagreed.
"What?" Cyan questioned in disbelief as he watched the other boy dive into the water.
Shades of My HeartPink released a delicate moan as he flopped over onto his back, breathing in the fresh morning scent of pastries and the ocean breeze. Coffee, he thought instantly, slowly rising up on peach elbows to glance around the room. The walls were painted a soothing cherry blossom, his favorite shade of being, and each curtain, rug, blanket or upholstery matched only slightly lighter or darker.Shades of My Heart4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It drove the other colors mad, being in each other's rooms. They coexisted just fine anywhere else, but as soon as they entered the suffocating presence of somebody else's overpowering hues, it was all a headache and a panic attack.
Pulling himself out of bed, Pink slowly shuffled over to his coral dresser and got himself a tank top and some white jeans. Even they had the slightest touch of his hue, everything in his dresser having looked like somebody stuck a red sock in his load of whites. Not that Pink minded - the color befit him.
Not even bothering to clean up before he got his needed kick o