For Love-Chapter One"Allison, I can't go back on my word now. I made this promise 16 years ago!" Ally could not believe her ears! Her own father had arranged a marriage for her before she could even walk. She paced in front of the throne wracking her brain, trying to find ways to get out of this marriage. "Allison you have until your twenty-first birthday to find love." She stopped in front of her father, "this is like a bad movie," she sat down on her throne next to her father's. "Dad, arranged marriages are for the stone age! What possessed you to volunteer my life to some spoiled rich prince?" Her father silenced her with that, "first of all, you do not know him Allison. And I am your father, and as king I have a right to arrange your marriage if I believe it is what's best for this kingdom." Jared rose from his throne and kneeled in front of her, "I love you, you know that. I just want you to have someone who I know will treat you right."For Love-Chapter One3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
"I know you deserve to be able to fall in love but this was dec
The White MorgueThe White Morgue1 year 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 Blood1 year 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
Barbershop - Full Body Trim With LoveBarbershop - Full Body Trim With Love6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
This day was a leap forward to a bright future for River. He opened up to his family about being homosexual, and decided to treat himself to a fur trim. Never had he felt so good. All the weight of his secrets finally broke the floor of shame and spilled out for everybody to know. Luckily, he was accepted by his peers and family since the twenty-first century acknowledged those who went against the norm.
The reason the teen went to a barbershop was because he was planning a night out. Now he could shamelessly go to any gay club or pub without worries of being spotted by someone he knew. He wanted to look groomed in order to meet somebody special.
Just when River entered Bolton’s Barbershop, a bell rang to alert staff of an incoming customer, “Hello!” A mysterious wolf greeted, “I am Bolton, the owner of this shop!” He introduced.
River smiled, “I’m River.”
Both wolves shook paws and took a seat on a thick leather couch, “So
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
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 Tale1 year 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
The King who wore the Obsidian Crown There once was a King who wore an obsidian crown,The King who wore the Obsidian Crown1 year 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
The Call of Wings FinalThe Call of Wings Final2 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
Rainy DaysRainy Days1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
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, ___.” He replied, sending a smile to your face. He was such a gentleman to you and always used fancy words to impress many. You pushed your hand out,
I couldn't like herIt couldn’t be, for you seeI couldn't like her1 year 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
Ode to the GladiatorThey fight for blood,Ode to the Gladiator1 year 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
Ode to the ReapersThree things that weren’t men,Ode to the Reapers1 year 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
For Love-Chapter Two Part 2"Kate could you get Derek on the line for me, please? Keith, I need access to the GHOST room as soon as possible. I need you to get me the new entrance key card. John and Josh, please come with me. I need your assistance with this new case. I trust that all of you have been informed on why my daughter is here. We need to raise our security because from here on out we will be having unwanted guests." Heather said as the staff of the house followed her down the hall towards the main entrance to GHOST.For Love-Chapter Two Part 23 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Heather had been informed, by one of her former servants still working in the palace, that the queen had sent a servant with a note to an underground group that would be able to assassinate the princess. The guards that Ally had seen with Queen Gwendolyn in her chambers had suspected that she may have heard them so they devised a plan where their hands would not get dirty. The servant had been in the queen's chamber earlier that day and tapped her room. She had recorded everything that had
Ode to the RogueHide your jewels and shield your maidens,Ode to the Rogue1 year 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
LonelinessDean tightened his red-black striped tie and smoothed out his white button up shirt inside the elevator. He had almost a dozen of that same shirt at home and wore them to work every day, despite having many shirts to choose from, ranging from party shirts he had never worn to graphic tees that he lounged around in. His body looked like it was stuck in high school with his boyish face, puny frame and black hair that revealed a dark brown sheen when the sunlight hit it. He easily looked like he belonged in an office job, or playing D&D. He fit perfectly inside the role society had placed him in. Well except with D&D, he never understood the appeal of that. Dungeon Lords was more up Dean’s alley. Dungeon Lords was easier to understand and didn’t require the participants to be Lord-of-the-Geeks. Anyone who liked board games could enjoy that one.Loneliness1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The elevator chimed right before opening. The office looked the same as ever. Cubicles were jammed against one another, packing the wo
ColorsColours, it's all about them.Colors7 months ago in Emotional More Like This
The reds,blues and yellows,
A world in color is a wonder of a world,
But my color has faded,
No more reds,blues or yellows,
Grays and blacks is all I see,
My wonder world is gone,
Replaced by doom and gloom,
Colors its all about colors,
Black RoseBlack Rose1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I found the rose in early September
The petals were ruby red and
it had the most beautiful stem.
It gave me just what I was lacking
The rose's warmth filled my every pore
down to my heart's core.
A dead heart began to beat once more.
I desired that rose and I almost picked it.
But I stopped and walked away.
In my absence another found the rose,
by the time I returned, it was gone.
I learned that day that even
the most delicate roses have thorns.
Now when I think of it I no longer think
of it as a red rose
I only see a Black Rose.
Whellcome HomeA short horror story...Whellcome Home5 months 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
i.Here sits her bloody highness;i.3 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.
Little MargotLittle Margot3 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.
The Circus.Welcome, welcome, boys and girls toThe Circus.4 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.
Taxicab Romance - 6 Hour Long PleasureIt was a typical day for Rex. He drove his taxi around New York City with customers entering and leaving the vehicle. In some way, Rex felt different tonight. Usually when he finishes work, he’d arrive to an empty home with no lover to share his bed with, but he thought about love and how it could create a positive turning point in his life.Taxicab Romance - 6 Hour Long Pleasure7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Thank you for the ride.” The elderly wolf spoke. She handed Rex ten dollars and got out of the taxicab with her handbag.
“Have a nice day, ma’am!” Rex said satisfied. He began driving through busy streets to find another customer. Since it was almost midnight, the streets of New York City weren’t as populated like in the morning and noon.
With yet no luck in finding a customer, Rex brainstormed his ideal lover. It was difficult doing so while keeping concentration on the road.
Rex’s peripheral vision noticed a teenager on a sidewalk signaling him to pull his vehicle over.
“Stop!” The teen
Britain X Reader ~ Juliet's SurpriseBritain X Reader ~ Juliet's Surprise1 year 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