Love is blind Chapter 3Love is blind Chapter 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It's been three weeks since Axel and I stated dating, and today was the first day I was going to collage. And I'm pretty sure I was annoying Axel with all my rambling about thing that were probably going to go wrong.
"What if I get made fun of for being blind, or I cant do the work, or if I end up alone in my classes-"
"Roxas you'll be fine! Don't worry I took care of everything," I could hear him smirking.
"I made sure our classes are the same, and Twilight university is a good place, no one is going to bother you, especialy with me around." Sometimes I wonder if Axel is to cocky for his own good. I sighed.
"Fine, You haven't let me down, yet."
"Roxy, I'm hurt, you don't trust me?"
"Don't call me Roxy, and I do, It's your cocky brain that I don't trust."
"Tsk Tsk, Roxy, I might be cocky, but I know what im doing."
"Whatever, when do classes start?" Don't get me wrong, Axel is actually a very trust worthy person, except he procrastinates, a lot. Like when I got a message saying there w
Happy Beyond Birthday.Happy Beyond Birthday.3 years ago in Horror More Like This
Mello rolled over to face the bed across the room from him. Thankfully, Matt was still in a dead sleep. Mello crawled out of his bed, and walked over to the closet that he and Matt shared. He pulled it open softly and reached for one of Matt's shirts, which looked oversized on Mello's more feminine body. He pulled it over his head, and then pulled some cloth shorts over his boxers. Mello turned quickly, to make sure he hadn't woken Matt. Mello tip-toed to the door as stealthily as he could, then quickly yanked it open. He lightly shut it behind him, padded down the hallway, and ran up to Near's room. He knocked softly, and waited for Near to open the door.
"We need to start making preparations for Matt's party ASAP!" Mello said, rather loudly, stepping inside Near's room, before the shorter boy could say anything.
"Oh yes It is Matt's birthday today. Where are we holding this party?" Near replied.
"In the common room. Everyone knows about it, besides Matt of course." Mello replie
My Own Paparazzi StoryMy Own Paparazzi Story!My Own Paparazzi Story4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Había llegado tarde a mi apartamento, después de esperarlo toda la mañana para que saliera del hotel, y entregar el artículo junto con las fotos que acababa de tomarle, que por cierto iban a ser publicados en la siguiente edición de la revista para la que trabajaba.
Llegue pensando que no tenía más sentido que siguiera creyendo que algún día iba a darse cuenta de que se trataba de mí, era imposible, cuando alguien leía algún artículo, en lo último que se fijaba es en el minúsculo nombre de quien lo ha escrito. Era estúpido que yo pensase que iba a dejarlo todo por mí.
Era increíble, de verdad, todo lo que yo sabía de él. ¿Su nombre?, Daniel. Era el más sexy y guapo actor de Hollywood, había hecho más de 20 películas en lo que iban de sus 7 años de carrera y había estado en más de 10 alfombra
My Own Paparazzi Story. Cap. 2Recordé de pronto que era lo que había estado esperando. Que el llegase por mí. Aunque por completo sabia que él no lo haría. Y que mucho menos enviaría una limusina a traerme, pero el pensar que se tomaría la molestia de pensar en mí me hacía sentir poco menos nerviosa. No ocurrió, por supuesto, pero en su lugar al ir llegando al restaurante en mi auto y ver su Mini Cooper estacionado frente al restaurante, me encontré con que él había dejado a un mesero fuera del lugar para que me esperase, con algún miedo de que me perdiese o que se yo. Lo supe de inmediato en cuanto el mozo se acerco a mí y me pregunto:My Own Paparazzi Story. Cap. 24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
-Si-le respondí de inmediato.
-Aparentemente el señor Fenton le conoce a la perfección -me dijo alzando una ceja cuando me miro.
-¿Por qué lo dice?- le pregunte algo divertida al saber que me había reconocido sin problemas.
-First Kiss- OneShot-First Kiss- OneShot3 years ago in Romance More Like This
El joven de cabello verde escucho como se abría la escotilla y se estremeció un poco, pero no se movió, tal vez si se quedaba quietecito, quienquiera que fuese no lograría escucharlo y se iría. Pero la persona que había entrado por la puertecilla del ático no tenía ni la más mínima intención de irse antes de encontrarlo. Así que respiro despacio y espero a escuchar de nuevo la escotilla. Pero esta no volvió a escucharse.
No lo inquietó, tal vez era Phineas que venía a ver qué tal estaba. Podía soportar eso. Phineas siempre había sido quien lo reconfortaba cuando se sentía deprimido o cabizbajo, pero no esta vez. Esta vez se trataba de algo con lo que ni su brillante hermano podía lidiar con astucia. El primer Beso.
Aun recordaba las crudas y frías burlas de Buford mientras su hermano y sus amigos le rogaban que dejaran de molestarlo en aquella fogata des
Tal vez te ameY allí estás túTal vez te ame2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sentada, queriendo decir mucho
y sin decir nada,
y no sé qué hacer para secar tus lágrimas.
Y me esquivas
y me vuelves a mirar.
Y sujeto mi cara para no caer.
Y presionas tus labios
porque no me quieres herir.
Nunca te abandoné,
sólo que el amor muere
cuando no hay de dónde agarrarse.
Nunca te dejé sola,
fuiste tú quien olvidó
que el pasado no existe ni el futuro es real.
No, no jugué contigo;
pero miro tu cara y no te convence.
¿Qué quieres que haga, que reconstruya todo?
¿Es que me vas a amar más de lo que no me amaste?
Y lloras y callas
Y te preguntas por qué no lloro
Y lo sé,
Sé que un corazón roto no llora,
roto y duro, que se cansó de mirar a los ojos esperando,
que se cansó de pensar: "sí, quizás ella cambie".
Quizás debí cambiar yo
Perdóname, tal vez mañana no duela tanto como ahora.
Ya sé que no me besarás por última vez; ni siquiera un abrazo.
No quiero pensar cuánto te voy a extrañar porque entonces sí
My Own Paparazzi Story Cap. 3Era muy extraño, demasiado extraño, que él no me recordase, ¿Cómo se podía haber olvidado de mí? No, el JAMAS se olvidaría de mí, algo había por ahí, algo que no andaba bien y en este caso, debía averiguarlo. Y no porque lo necesitase para algún nuevo artículo, sino que esto podría figurar en uno de esos casos de vida o muerte. Pero, ¿y si solo actuaba como siempre?, ¿qué pasaba si solo lo había hecho para romper el hielo perpetuo que se había formado entre nosotros en esos años?My Own Paparazzi Story Cap. 34 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Había sido estúpida por haber dejado que mi cuerpo se desmayase en medio de toda esa declaración, ahora debía esperar hasta el otro día, -eso sí ocurría- para hacer mis preguntas y para contestar las suyas, sin mencionar que la espera se me haría eterna ahora que no tenía ni pizca de sueño gracias a mi acto de desvanecimiento esa tarde.
MOPS Capitulo 5.-Ok- dijo y con las manos aun mas temblorosas leyó:- Hace dos días una familia de cinco integrantes fue golpeada y sacada del carril por un conductor ebrio en la autopista de camino a Wisconsin, cuando se dirigían a visitar a sus familiares aproximadamente a las 9:00 P.M. La familia Fenton- dijo y dio un respingo- fue llevada al hospital de inmediato, y fueron atendidos por un miembro de la familia, quien resulto ser el doctor Vladimir Masters. Hizo una pequeñísima pausa y agrego- Tu-tu tío- Asentí y ella prosiguió- Y aunque la mayoría de la familia no recibió mayor daño, el hijo menor de nombre Daniel su voz se entrecorto- sufrió una grave contusión en la cabeza al momento del impacto, perdiendo así la memoria. Además de leves fracturas y contusiones musculares. Es una incógnita hasta hoy si podrá recuperarse completamente.- término de leer y deMOPS Capitulo 5.4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Haiku for TobiHaiku for Tobi3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The funniest guy
You can always make me laugh,
With that high pitched voice
Memoirs Of Beyond BirthdayIt's not like I hate L.Memoirs Of Beyond Birthday6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
This is a common misconception, and every time I hear it I wonder...where did they get that idea from? And yet I suppose, that in some sadistic sense of being, I can see where people get the notion.
Are you a little lost now? Perhaps you are.
Hello. I am B.
I'm not here to tell you about my crimes. I do realize that they are quite the wonder, and maybe hearing it out of the horses mouth, so to speak, would put a few people at rest on a few questions that they still may have about what I did and why I did it. I'm not here to talk about my justification or motivations, although I suppose that what I am here for could be seen as a little bit of both.
I am here to talk about L.
L. L. L.
What a letter. What a name. What a man.
Since I was young, I was taught to idolize him and his works. I was taught to live L, breathe L, Be L.
The Day He was Born :p2 of 2:Jazz played with her fingers nervously as she, her parents and Sam's parents sat in the lobby. The longer they waited, the more anxious they all became. Especially the Mansons.The Day He was Born :p2 of 2:4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sam needed someone in there with her that she could trust. Someone who could properly encourage her.
The thought of her little brother came to mind. Jazz wondered; if Danny had been there, would he be brave enough to walk into that room and hold Sam's hand as she gave birth? Would he honestly be able to stand there without fainting?
Knowing her brother, probably not. But he would have gone in there with Sam nonetheless.
Jazz sighed softly. Come on, Tucker, where are you? She thought worriedly.
Suddenly, the front doors to the hospital burst open and in dashed the man in question. Everyone looked up as Tucker ran up to the front desk, nearly taking the receptionist by surprise as he leaned over the counter. "Which room is Samantha Manson in?!" he asked hastily, not taking any heed of the two familie
SoiShuuSoifon yawned, she was tired, they were only halfway through a Captain and Co-Captain meeting and already she could feel her attention slipping away as she gradually lost all her concentration.SoiShuu7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Instead she occupied herself with looking around the room which was filled with the various characters that ran the Gotei 13.
At the head of the room stood Yamamoto Genryusai and Chojiro Sasakibe, then herself and her fukitaicho Marechiyo Omaeda, opposite them was Shunsui Kyoraku and his long suffering fukitaicho Nanao Ise. They were arranged in the room divisions 2 to 7 on the Soutaicho's right hand side and divisions 8 to 13 on his left.
She noticed the lack of representation from the 3rd and 5th divisions. She knew Momo Hinamori was still unconscious in the 4th division, the recently reinstalled Hitsugaya-taicho himself was still looking a little rough around the edges. Rumours were that Izuru Kira had fallen apart and that the 3rd division was going down with him.
It was then that she notice
Gin's Missing Smile, Rangiku's Evil Solution Another day gone by and not a single persimmon is readyGin's Missing Smile, Rangiku's Evil Solution2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Captain Ichimaru was looking forward to his persimmon trees baring fruit; however the time for harvest has been a bit slow. His trees which should be flourished with ripe persimmons have very little fruit hanging from its branches, and the little bit that is there is not yet ready to be picked and consumed.
It felt like he'd been waiting for an eternity just to have one persimmon, he really didn't care if it was fresh off the tree or if it had been prepared and dried for a snack on the go. He'd been craving that sweet yet tangy taste for much too long and today well he was sulking in his own way.
The Captain of the Third Division wasn't moping around; in fact he moved and worked at his regular pace. He still participated in his daily ac
Rin x Len - In the rainRin x Len - In the rain3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Rin x Len - In the rain
by ~ Inglesfashion
Rin x Len: The Rain
is the first day of school, new school, new to the city, do not know anyone at the bus stop I'm ready with my books and notebooks on the bus, waiting to come and pick me up.
When you get to school I went to learn my Orario coordination of classes and the number of my locker, I touch my 232 and it is time for my first class.
First day of class, back to school, I am ready with my uniform and my books waiting for my father to take me
When my father left me at school, I went straight to my locker the 233 took my notebook and I'm going to my first class. When I first thing I see is waving his arm miku shouting "Hey, Len Sit with me" was where she was good and I greeting and a smile when I see sensei comes and tells us to do silent. When we entering a new girl.
When I went to my class, I met the sensei ym said "Welcome to Rin-Chan" I said Thanks Sensei. I said I need to stay here a moment Tidy the ro
Seif's ProfileSeif's Profile3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Height 6' 2"
Wing span: 5' 7"
Weight: 119 lbs
Weapon of choice: paintbrush and palette
Son: Don, Ryu*, Zero*
Likes: going nice and slow; being around water; being around his wife (even mad)
Dislikes: others touching his hat; others talking bad about Ruby or family
Fears: None (doesn't really have any)
Hobbies: making art; teaching art; cooling off his wife
Abilities: water magic; one with water
Overdrive: blissful tides (can be done anytime)
Overdrive limit: Rage of Poseidon (works only over seas and oceans)
Seif (aka the minister of water) is a very laid back and easy going latios. He prefers to take his time and do things at a steady pace and rarely gets mad. He is white and ocean blue with topaz yellow eyes. He also has water symbols on his arm, head, chest, and back as well as along his wings and tailfins. He also wears a small blue cowboy hat which he love
The Girl in the MirrorThe Girl in the Mirror3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Falling, falling. Will it ever end? I thought. Darkness shrouded the land around me as I felt like I was falling through the surface I stood on.
"Help me! Somebody, please!" I cried desperately, though I felt it was only a small whisper.
I refused to open my eyes. I felt they would only see disaster, as if you watched a twister tear a house apart. Though I could not resist the urge. I opened my eyes to see white flowers, the ones you would see at a funeral, floating around me, falling with me.
I finally landed on a solid ground, and I saw a mirror. I stared at my reflection: a girl, skinny, long black hair and sapphire coloured eyes. Wearing a long white dress that flowed to the knees. I saw in my reflection, red tears flowing down the face of the girl in the mirror, and a large, black beast hovering behind her. The girl in the mirror's eyes turned blood red, and blood poured from a wound that was made in her chest, blood staining the white dress she wore. I gasped,
My LongingToday,My Longing3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I could not forget
the taste of your lips-
and the touch of
against the soft creases
of my mouth
as it parted in welcome.
I could only think
of the glide of your hands
gently across my skin,
shortening the breath
quick to leave my lungs.
My thoughts were invaded
by the tensing of your muscles
and the sound of your
shifting weight on
Every inch of me ached
Come cover me with kisses and
lavish in the longing
leaking from my lips.
We'll sneak to the world's corner and
touch till our bodies are
as naked as midnight and
sore with love.
We'll whisper the sweetest somethings and
tangle in a caress
locked with interlaced fingers and
slightly layered legs.
We'll revel in the mixed scent of us,
and I'll sink in the sea-
authored by you, but
made by me-
and I'll call out your name
or to those in heaven and
you'll respond with
nips and nibbles and
IntroductionI stared at the clock, listening to it's annoying ticking. Where is she?! She was supposed to be here an hour ago! She better get here soon, I thought to myself.Introduction3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I paced around the room impatiently, waiting for her to walk through the door. The ticking of the clock continued and I gritted my teeth, trying to ignore the sound.
I sat down in my throne, placing my head in my hands and crossing my legs. I tapped my foot and continued to wait.
Tick, tock, tick, tock, said the clock. I suddenly got up and barreled toward the clock. I snatched it off the wall and slammed it onto the stone floor. Glass shattered everywhere and I definitely would have cut my feet if I wasn't wearing shoes. I ran over to my throne, grabbed my hammer, and bombarded the clock until it ceased its ticking.
Having let out some steam, I dragged myself over to my throne and leaned back in it, panting. Just then, she walked into the room, her light brown hair bouncing as she walked. She gasped when she saw th
stichesi amstiches3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a helpless doll
with your love
with the sounds
from your lips
by the fire of our pain
extingished with song
my beautiful maker
creased by time
by endless pain
ebbing and flowing
Could i mend my makers stitches?
as she has done to me?
could i patch
the wheathered places
make it better
i-i just want to make it better
ease the pain
banish from this world
that burden you
yet i can do nothing
a helpless doll
with your love
with the cries
that escape your lips
Heart'sflame 1Heart'sflameHeart'sflame 13 years ago in Settings More Like This
I wasn't one who thought about becoming alpha someday. I was content as beta, I didn't really want a mate, I hadn't wanted pups. Well, I suppose that's not true, eventually all she-wolves want pups, but I didn't grow up wanting them. I would love to volunteer to watch them when the king and queen wanted to hunt together, but my own?
A lot changed that night, as Father rallied the pack, each howl added to our core strength making us invincible. I wasn't a fighter. My strength was as a hunter, but every set of fangs was needed for the fight. For the first time in my life, I was hungry for wolf blood, yet I had only tasted my own.
When they didn't meet us at the border, we charged into their camp. Father took on their king, Tobiz, also known as Twoblaze; and my sister took on the king's son, who was most likely to be alpha next. At least that's who I think she was told to find and fight.
I found a small grey she-wolf, and chased her into a thicket. On one sid
How to Become More PopularHow to Become More Popular6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
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Seeking SolaceI closed my eyes and sighed loudly, although it couldn't be heard. It was lost in the sounds of my three older siblings screaming at each other. There was no way I could read my book here.Seeking Solace3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I stood up and walked out of the room for some peace and quiet. I walked until I got to the nearby beach. I looked at the setting sun emitting rays of orange and yellow. I abandoned my shoes and ran down the sandy hill, welcoming the cool air.
I sat down on the cool sand and attempted to read, but I heard the waves splashing as they hit the shore. It's like the ocean was calling me. I set the book on the sand and ran towards the water. I jumped into the water even though I was wearing my clothes and no bathing suit. My baggy gray t-shirt with my nickname Tyler on it flowed in the water. I was probably ruining my jean shorts but I didn't care; I could always get new ones.
I swam through the cool water, feeling refreshed already. I felt so much better than I would have if I had
ilyMy mind can't ever put you asideily3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hoping our paths may just collide
What your opinion could be
Is that your true view of me?
Are those just comforting lies
I see glitter in those eyes...
Or could that adorable smile
Be as true as hate is vile?
General!PrussiaxSniper!Reader: This is War PreviewGeneral!PrussiaxSniper!Reader: This is War Preview2 years ago in Romance More Like This
*WARNING. I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA WHAT I AM DOING. THIS IS MY FRIST FANFICTION. Enjoy the prologue~*
You were washing the [Color choice] stained water from your hair. You sighed as you watched it run down your chest and leaned your head back to let the water run softly on your face. You were washing the dye from your previously [Natural H/C] hair. You had been told to complete your mission you had to make yourself blend
Whilst most all of the other women involved in this war were sent off to be spies to be "captured" and listen in and to be informatory to those on the battlefield. You, however, decided differently and tried with succeeding to become a sniper apart of the mission to capture the enemy's general, Gilbert Beilschmidt.
Yes, you were frightened. I mean, who the fuck wouldn't be? You had heard how victorious his militia was, and how destroyed the land was when he was done with it. He didn't play very nice, and yo