Ode to the RogueHide your jewels and shield your maidens,Ode to the Rogue2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Guard your gold and watch your wives,
Trust no man,
Who carries around lock picks and knives,
For they shall be the ones,
To plunder your hard-earned treasure,
Wear the crown,
Despite not being the true successor,
Steal the pretty girls,
Whilst disguised as a beggar,
Leeching from all,
To satiate their own pleasure,
Veiled by the night,
And protected by stormy weather,
Often acting when it is dark,
And you can hear thunder,
Rogues live to capitalize off of,
Your slightest blunder!
-------Ode to the Rogue
Mouse, Sausage, and Bird Short Story Fairy TaleOnce upon a time, in a very cold and hostile world, there lived three large rats of the race Skay Wayal deep in the jungle. Their names were Mouse, Sausage, and Bird. All three were cousins, who had inherited a cozy cottage from their late grandfather Moon. They were each unique in their own way, and they each had their own role to fill around the house.Mouse, Sausage, and Bird Short Story Fairy Tale2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mouse was short and brown and skinny. His whiskers were tiny, his ears were big, and his nose was pink. It was his role in life to fetch water from the well and to make sure that the fireplace was well maintained so that the cottage was always warm.
Sausage was short and black and fat. His whiskers were long, his ears were small, and his nose was white. His role in life was to cook all the food for himself and his cousins- breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert, and all the snacks in between so that they may never starve.
Bird was tall and white and stocky. He was strong and fast and brave. It was his duty in life as mandated by their late
Rainy DaysSummary:Rainy Days2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
- England x Reader
Everyone was in school today. You could see them all cramming in the halls, some pushed up against walls... It was raining so many weren’t going outside but instead pushing up to squeeze in. You didn’t like the idea of being so close to one another, so you walked out into the pouring rain. You enjoyed getting all wet and so you skipped through it, whilst others inside looked at you like you were insane. You span around puddles, twirled against railings before noticing someone sitting alone at one of the picnic benches. You walked closer, realising it was your friend and crush Arthur. You felt the blood rushing to your face as you walked closer.
“Hey there, didn’t expect to see you out here Arthur.” You smiled. He turned to you, burning a faint pink before looking back to the floor.
“Neither did I, (f/n).” He replied, sending a smile to your face. He was
Whellcome HomeA short horror story...Whellcome Home1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Long time ago, there was a heart-warming home of a modest family of three. Before that, it was nothing more than an old abandoned house. When they moved in, the young couple restored it and planned to raise a family there. Soon enough, their son was born and the old house lit up with joy.
Their life, however, wasn't easy. Work demanded long trips for the couple. On such occasions, their son would stay under the care of his grandmother, who lived nearby. She wasn't always in best terms with the couple. Still, the boy would often stay for several days and, among many things, he loved grandma's stories of local folklore, witches, bat wing recipes and magic cauldrons. He liked it there. Nevertheless, nothing compared to mom and dad arriving to pick him up and going back home.
Unfortunately, home vanished from the boy’s life too soon when his parents died in a tragic car accident. His stay at gr
Ode to the ReapersThree things that weren’t men,Ode to the Reapers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lurked in the night,
Insidiously creeping forward,
And shirking the light,
They carried sickles in their hands,
And smiles upon their face,
Be killed by them and your soul,
Will be trapped within a wicked place,
Mighty men wept as they gazed,
Into those emerald eyes,
Screaming in the green fire,
Nobody could hear their cries.
----Ode to the Reapers
Ode to the GladiatorThey fight for blood,Ode to the Gladiator2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They fight for glory,
Upon fields of mud,
And inside arenas that are gory,
Built for battle they fight,
Until their last breath,
As the crowd savors,
The pungent aroma of death,
If you think that is cruel,
Then the cruel world,
Itself is to be blamed,
But I have one question,
Are you not entertained?
----Ode to the Gladiator
The White MorgueThe White Morgue2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watching, my eyes saw the swaying limbs
thin and starved by winter winds...
Dancing, like moving cracks on the window,
Through which I did stare.
Imagine, the image so morbid above as I gazed.
unnerving to the anchoring blood,
drying up within the veins of my limbs,
much like the branches that sliced the air...
The roots dug deep into my back,
and the anchored blood began to freeze...
My vessels, destroyed by glaciers,
of icy blood, that once flowed.
The travesty, of the bullet plunged into my heart,
whose beat slows, and withers and fades.
Too and so soon, the loss of my life...
Now I play the game of patience...
Warm BloodWarm blood falls in red rivulets,Warm Blood2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Weeping from five wounds to form lovely quintets,
Warm blood oozes from holes in hues of black,
Leaking from pores,
And descending in streams down the back,
Warm blood departs from the veins,
That are fueled by the heart,
A strong man accepts that.
The essence of his life is soon to depart,
Clutching his sword whilst watching the red,
The absence of warm blood soon left him dead...
-----Nameless Samurai dying from his wounds
The King who wore the Obsidian Crown There once was a King who wore an obsidian crown,The King who wore the Obsidian Crown2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
His mistress was cold and she wore an obsidian gown,
His body was cold and his face was cursed by a perpetual frown,
His skin was pale and his eyes always stared down....
---Ancient fable and song told and sung since the Dawn of Ages
South Italy X Reader - HappinessSouth Italy X Reader - Happiness2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
South Italy X Reader
* I've got to turn this car around, I never should have left you there * - Alexis Jordan
The Call of Wings FinalThe Call of Wings Final3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After sleepless nights and days that never seemed to end, months passed and what felt like years flew by until finally our beautiful white and golden wings were finished and ready for flight.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked for the hundredth time today while I tied the leather straps to his arm. "I mean, the chance to fly truly is a dream come true, but how sturdy do you think these things are? Do you think they will hold us up?"
"Quit worrying my boy!" I huffed, tightening the straps. "As long as you do what I say you'll be fine. Besides," I said knocking my fists against one of his wings, "these wings will get us where we need to."
He gave a small smile. "I know, I guess I'm just a little nervous. I've never flown before," he chuckled.
I stepped back, I finishing the last strap around his wrist and smiled at my magnificent work. "You may have never flown before, but to me, you look just as though you were born to glide in the air. This is who you really are, Icarus. You we
The Circus.Welcome, welcome, boys and girls toThe Circus.5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The greatest show you'll ever see.
This man is insane; please push to get in,
Ten percent off per wicked grin,
Fifteen for every deadly sin,
This man is here for the devil within.
Come watch, come watch, now don't delay
The gun at his head ain't got all day,
This is his first and only stay,
Please, everybody, right this way.
See that look upon his face?
From eyes to ears? That's pure disgrace!
His trembling lips can sense the taste
Of a soon-to-come bloody embrace.
This is the new entertainment
Brains for blood for lives for payment.
Total Drama Island: The Hangover Ch.4Total Drama Island: The Hangover Ch.41 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
"What happened while you was there Bridgette?" asks Gwen
"It's nothing really to talk about" says Bridgette
"If its nothing then why were you blushing when you was talking about it?" asks Courtney
"Come on can we just talk about something else" says Bridgette trying to change the subject
"Ok lets talk about how much Imma enjoy tearing Bridgette limb from limb if she doesn't tell us what she did with my boyfriend" says Heather smirking at Bridgette
"Ok ok ok! I'll talk" says a scared Bridgette. "Well I was with my friend Stephanie in Jamaica and we was chilling and we was at the beach walking when all of a sudden I spotted DJ sitting down chilling and sitting with bunny in his hands. I walked over to him to say wassup and we started to talk. I told Stephanie she could go on without me because I'll be with DJ for a good minute. I told him about what happened between me and Geoff and how I was trying to cope. During our talk DJ made me feel so loved. Before we knew it was dark out and..."
i.Here sits her bloody highness;i.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bitch del Mundo -
humanised. Crying from
Her chair of bones,
Lying from her throat and
The swine, Little Miss
You to wait another few years
For another kiss, until she's
Bored with her throne's negating
Until she's tired of waiting
For this. 'til her
Minute hands stop clapping
The hours on and her feet
Stop pacing the distance
Between our lips.
No, allow you to revise:
Here sits a little girl.
No tricks, lies or power.
Not in this instance,
Not in your lifetime.
Ode to the Berserker“Nicolaus, pause for a moment to consider the folly of your actions.Ode to the Berserker2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I once observed Nikon chop a tree down with his bare hands,
Witnessed him tear the belly out of a ferocious whale whilst underwater,
Watched as he wrestled a female sabertooth into submission,
Watched as he tore thirty of the King’s finest men into little red pieces right in front of the throne,
And after all that was done he bit the chin off the jester.
Yes Nicolaus, I said he bit the chin off the jester.
Relinquish your sword young lad,
You won’t be able to defeat this man with steel nor strength,
In this task we shall use the golden apple.”
-----Exact words uttered by Origenes of House Haema as he and his nephew of the same House, Nicolaus, conspired to murder the famous berserker Nikon with poison. As recorded by several unobserved and anonymous court chroniclers and agents of the Matriarch.
Britain X Reader ~ Juliet's SurpriseBritain X Reader ~ Juliet's Surprise2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Britain X Reader ~ Juliet's Surprise
WARNING: INCLUDES FLUFFY ROMANCE SCENES FOR THE FLUFFY UNICORN AND HETALIA FANS OUT THERE AND ALSO INCLUDES BAD LANGUAGE/OFFENSE AND HUMOR FROM MOCK THE WEEK 'THINGS YOU DON’T WANT TO HEAR FROM YOUR FLATMATE' APPEARING IN TIME SKIP, NEW TOPIC AND INTRO.
*~*~*~*~ Intro. ‘That’s my milk in the fridge, I squeeze it out of my tits with a vice.’
It was a traumatic day, again.
(Name) had been working til day and night to get the work completed for her demanding boss. And at this moment in time, (Name) was shattered.
Her (colour) hair was like a messed-up mane on a lion’s head, and her stunning (colour) orbs had lost their sparkle as they were substituted with dark lines beneath. Her mouth was desiccated as she had virtually lost control of her inhalation and her form as it was trembling and shaking inside and out.
Each year was similar to this, every single month was comparable to this, all the single days, ho
School SucksSchool SucksSchool Sucks1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And yes that is a fact
Try being me, and you'll see how people react
Yes I am different, and no I am not "cool"
I'm the freak, the outcast at school
So what if my hair is black and always in my face
Who cares if I walk through the halls like its a race
I know I'm quiet, and I don't like to talk
But that gives you no reason to make me the laughing stock
Yes I love skinny jeans, and converse are the best
Aside from that what makes me so different from all the rest
You all judge by appearance, always overlooking what's inside
Making crude jokes just to boost your own pride
Please just stop and look
See that small bit of MY happiness that you took
With every rude word, and glare on your face
Your only trying to cover up your own mistakes that you can not erase
Little MargotLittle Margot4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Margot . She was the Princess of her land and
Was pampered and loved. But there was something wrong with her land.
The nearby forest held a
Monster , a werewolf, or demon of some sort
That only attacked and
Killed at night. People were accused of being the killer, but all were found
Innocent for the lack of evidence. There was nothing that could be done by the
People. Poverty claimed the land. A mother was forced to eat her children,
She was not alone in committing this act of desperation. Some were lucky and had
Still born babies that could be eaten. The guilt caused them to take their own
Lives and those of their family so they could be together in death. Margot cries
To her parents tonight, as they take their own lives. Such a terrible place did
This land become. Hopefully, tomorrow will be a better
Go back and read only the first word of each line.
WWilly wondered whether the weather had wronged his wether.W2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rondo of the Wicked: House of Pain P3 Egon, a butler of House Payne and Onyx’s personal servant, found her in the reception hall.Rondo of the Wicked: House of Pain P31 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Mylady,” he said, “you and yours must come with me to the dining hall. It is time for us to cut the cake.”
“He is a tall son-of-a-bitch,” Lewy whispered into Onyx’s ear as Egon lead them passed the central staircase and through the doors behind it. “I bet he stands over seven feet.”
“Maybe.” Onyx wasn’t sure. “I’ll have him measured sometime and then tell you the results.”
“I’m ready to see this cake,” Ola said aloud. “Hopefully the icing is pink.”
“It’s red,” Egon said from the fore, “and white, as per mylady’s delight.”
“Eww…, Onyx,” Ola made a face. “Why must you remind us of the Church? I’ll bet the candles are yellow.
“Church colors are my favorite colors,” Onyx shrugged her should
I couldn't like herIt couldn’t be, for you seeI couldn't like her2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It would only end in tragedy
If I tried to swoon
I would look like a buffoon
I’m a goof, not one of the aloof
If I tried in her mind I would go poof
I would lose what we have and I treasure that dearly
The problem is I see her too clearly
Once I saw her shine I knew she'd never be mine
That she sees me as swine
I’ll just stand last in line and after her I will pine
Unable to cope, I mope; thinking that I am such a dope
That for me there is no hope
I’ll never get to hold her hand
I’ll never give her a forever band
Or take her to another land
She will never stand next to me in a dress
Her skin I will not get to caress
And her hair I will never see in its morning mess
I’ll never tell her about how wonderful things went today
She’ll never want to hear what I have to say
I’ll just let this little crush decay
I won’t let her see my heart; I won’t let my feelings show
She’s up on her pedestal, lookin
My Name is Maya - OneshotMy Name is Maya - Oneshot2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
My name is Maya.
I don't know how old I am.
I am different to most people.
I can channel spirits.
Talk to them
And let them use my body as a host.
I have a father and a mother.
Whom I both love very much.
But the person who I love most.
Is my older sister.
Daddy died before I got to know him.
And soon after, Mama left me.
I don't know why.
Was it something I did...?
But still, I was happy.
Because I had Mia.
She was the one who taught me everything.
How to count, how to channel
How to love.
I have an aunt.
She doesn't seem to like Sis and I very much.
I don't mind though.
I also have a cousin.
Her name is Pearl.
I call her Pearly.
And I love her almost as much as Mia.
Mia went to become a lawyer.
She said that it was to find Mum.
I said that I would do everything to support her.
She promised to call me whenever she could.
It's been several months now.
I remember how she rang on the morning of that day.
I had missed her so much.
Unaccepted (Part 1)Ambition is, essentially, a slippery slope. One may risk life and limb climbing up a steep, imposing mountain only to fall back down, or otherwise perish from the harsh, high-altitude atmosphere. On the other hand, personal satisfaction and potential fame awaits one who can succeed where others have tried and failed. Perhaps it's safe to say that, as such, those who take great risks are the ones most desperately wanting purpose and meaning.Unaccepted (Part 1)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
For Crystal, the quest for purpose is the key tenet to her religious beliefs. According to what she has been taught, the Goddess has a plan for every living being, and every unfortunate event has a profound reason behind it. In her hometown, this is an increasingly outdated notion, and her family is one of the few remaining who hold it to be true. Even so, Crystal dearly holds on to her convictions, because they are her most vital source of hope.
After all, what else could bring light to the painfully ironic and hopeless life of an angel who can't f