Scars on Your Wrists I hate when people wear scars on their wrists,Scars on Your Wrists3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Then talk about them like they're an accessory.
It's not an accessory,
Even though you show it off like one.
I don't cut
Because it's pointless.
Pain fixes pain?
Common sense denies that.
I could say 'I understand'.
But I don't. So I won't.
Because half the people that do it,
Do it so they can present it the next day.
You think you're misunderstood,
That you're a special species.
Well, you aren't some endangered animal.
I know you tell everyone about them.
All you care about is the attention it gets you.
And, hey, if scars on your wrist get you there...
There is something very wrong.
The Night After the Concert P4 Pairing:Thomas/Guy-Manuel as humansThe Night After the Concert P44 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rating: PG (NC-17 for the whole fic)
Summary: Thomas confesses his love to Guy-Manuel.
Guy-Manuel’s mind has drifted closer and closer to sleep while is best friend was in the shower. Close enough, that he didn’t notice when the bathroom door opened and Thomas walked out of the bathroom only wearing a towel.
A small smile appeared on Thomas’ lips as he saw his best friend dozing off by now. With swift steps he walked over to the couch and sat down next to his band member slowly, carefully enough not to wake him up.
Then his face turned serious again and he began to consider his options.
It was not possible to find a window of opportunity for this. There is none. Any moment he had his partner for himself was as good as the other.
Barbie"Why isn't Barbie a brunette?"Barbie3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Because it's Barbie, she's been blonde since the fifties."
I glanced at the row of highlighter pink plastic boxes as we looked through the Girl's aisle at Wal-Mart. The fluorescent lights beat down on us and the neon glare had begun to hurt my eyes.
"She has blue eyes too, just like you."
"My eyes aren't blue, they're gray."
I promised my little sister that I would pick her up a toy from Wal-Mart when I came down from college for the holiday season. I had to admit, her method of inquiry was beginning to grate on my nerves. I loved her, but it had been non-stop sister-sister time and I was ready for a little space again. Thank God the term would be starting up soon.
"I'm not blonde or blue eyed."
I turned to look at my sister. She was ten, with an olive skin tone, gorgeous dark brown hair, and mysterious dark brownalmost blackeyes. When she grows up, I knew she would be beautiful, especially compared to
SasuSaku FanfictionSasuSaku fan fiction: I'm sorry for being a foolSasuSaku Fanfiction7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
For one year Uchiha Sasuke had returned to Konoha. After hearing the story about Itachi, he had set his mind on destroying Konoha. He first had to gather some stuff and information and of course he was trained by Tobi, or actually, Uchiha Madara. This took about half a year. And then he went on his way to the village he once called home, together with his team; Eagle. He had infiltrated without any problems; he planned to destroy Konoha from the inside out. But his plan soon fell when he met up with a certain blonde, who seemed to have trained even more the last few months. His old friend even wore a Chu-nin vest.
And when this blonde saw the raven haired his expression was first surprise then happy and finally it made place for a serious look. He asked Sasuke what he was suddenly doing in Konoha and after the Uchiha heir told he was there to destroy it; he attacked.
Of course the fight wasnt unnoticed and soon Sakura,
NaruSaku - FlowerShe wasn't delicate. That was for sure. Her looks were misleading, but anyone who knew her knew better.NaruSaku - Flower4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She could crush mountains, level forests, safe those from the brink of death. To the enemy, it could look like she was the devil incarnated.
Naruto remembered her in her genin days. She had long, swaying pink hair, a brain that couldn't be rivalled to anyone else their age, and very feminine. However, she had a volatile temper and scampered after the one boy he couldn't have hated more than anyone else. She had grown from that spindly preteen into a mature woman. He had watched it happen, and he remembered every moment.
# # # # # #
They were eight at the time. He had been a dirty, immature prankster, with a need to prove himself and an unstable personality that was teetering on the edge by a fraying rope. He remembered her.
She had had short, choppy hair in a unruly scruffle held back by a ribbon.
"Why are you crying?" She asked, her childish eyes wide and her head tilted so her
The Night After the Concert P3Pairing: Thomas/Guy-Manuel as humansThe Night After the Concert P34 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rating: PG (NC-17 for the whole fic)
Summary: Thomas ponders about how and when he fell in love with Guy-Manuel. After a great emotional struggle, he comes to the decision to confront his best friend tonight.
Thomas finished showering and proceeded to dry himself with a towel, wrapping it around his lank hips afterwards. His slightly curled hair was not too long, but it was thick and he couldn’t stand when it was wet, so he decided to try it, too.
During the process, he kept thinking of Guy-Manuel. Lately he couldn’t get his fellow band member out of his head. The mind-clouding fantasies became more frequent in the last few months they spent touring different countries together.
He couldn’t tell exactly why, maybe because they spent
Always There-A NaruSaku Story Always ThereAlways There-A NaruSaku Story8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sakura leaned on the railing of the bridge where Team Seven used to meet before...the incident. She stared at the water, a small leaf occasionally falling to the surface, creating small ripples in the otherwise still water. She thought back to three years ago, when he had left them behind, how broken she had been, Naruto's promise to bring him back, and how upset she had seen him when he had failed, and her own promise to Naruto that they would bring him back...together.
Though she tried to remain strong for both herself and Naruto, and she tried to convince and reassure him that
Another SasuSaku One ShotShe loved him. He loved her. She's done everything for him. He's done nothing for her. She was always able to show her affection for him. And he was never able to show his affection for her. Uchiha Sasuke, now an S-ranked Criminal, never smiled, never laughed, and never felt truly loved since he'd lost his family. All throughout his life since then, he's made the worst choices. His whole life was going down hill. All he's ever truly wanted out of life was lost because he was blinded by revenge. He only desired vengeance now and nothing else.Another SasuSaku One Shot4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But what will he do once he's gained his revenge? What good would come out of it? He would never be loved again. But wait-Sakura. Haruno Sakura, Konoha's Cherry Blossom, the one who's always loved Sasuke. Comforted him when he was saddened, took care of him when he was sick, and visited him everyday. She couldn't care less if Sasuke hurt her. She knew that he was in need. In need of affection. And now, she still felt the same way about
divorcedivorce7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when parents divorce,
your always at a loss,
try to regain composure,
try to be the boss.
grow up a little faster,
think a little smarter,
protect yourself better,
and work so much harder.
the walls are paper thin,
skins a little tougher,
hope it gets better,
when your just the buffer.
please mommmy stay,
ill defend you i swear,
please daddy be calm,
please know i care.
when dad yells,
when mom cries,
im torn apart,
my little hope dies.
some times are good,
i remember them well,
some times are bad,
like being in hell.
when i was only nine,
i cowered in my mind,
defended my brother,
guarding the secret he'd find.
he can't know the damage,
he can't know they fought,
he can't see their problems,
see the havoc it brought.
fix my own dinners,
today and tommorrow,
the personal counselor,
while hiding my sorrow.
i have to be tough,
i have to be strong,
i can't make a mistake,
i can't do a wrong.
go to school,
be the perfect kid,
come home to fights,
the feelings i hid.
NaruSaku A to Z: A AlikeNaruSaku A to Z: A8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Naruto and Sakura sat on the Hokage monument, taking a break from training. The two sat in silence, enjoying one another's company. Sakura had shut her eyes moments before, opting to listen to the sounds of the village below.
"Hey, Sakura-chan?," Naruto asked.
"Hm?," she responded, eyes still shut.
"I've been thinking."
"That's a first," she joked.
Heh. No, I've just been thinking about the two of us."
"Us?," she repeated, opening her eyes, suddenly curious. "What do you mean?"
"I mean how alike we are."
"Yeah, like our determination. We never back down or give up until we accomplish what we set out to do.
Morrissey/Marr-A Light That Will Never Go OutI enter the drab hotel room to find him asleep on the single bed: shabby leather notebook still in hand; a bottle of lousy, cheap Israeli champagne on the withered side table, a ring of condensation forming around its base. The cork was out, and half a slightly chipped mug was full of its tacky innards.Morrissey/Marr-A Light That Will Never Go Out3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A mug. Morrissey probably laughed at the irony of drinking champagne out of one; he'll probably use it as a lyric-compare it to class in society, or something.
Champagne-what was he celebrating? "Himself" is the most likely answer. I screw up my eyes and peer at the unintelligible squiggles that form his handwriting. Something about a light not going out.
I've never really understood where Steven gets his lyrics from. He tells me they come from the five-minute windows he gets listening to someone's conversation with somebody else, while he's at the park or pub. Bullshit. He gets them from himself-people are like puppets in his mind- the lyrics are the strings; he can do whatever he want
Hopeless romantic foolI look aroundHopeless romantic fool3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And I see couples everywhere
All my best friends
Have a guy head-over-heels for them
And it leaves me wondering
When it'll happen to me
When will a guy appear in front of me
Saying "you're the one"?
When will surprises start arriving in my life?
When will these clouds let my sun shine into me?
I'm yearning for that feeling
I want to know what it feels to be loves
I'm such a hopeless romantic fool
Always dreaming about the time
When I'm gonna be the whole world to somebody
Always waiting for Valentine's Day to arrive
Although no gifts were mine
Wearing my heart in my sleeve
Inventing my own fantasies
'Cause I know he's out there, somewhere
And I feel I'm stumbling through a labyrinth
Trying to find the key that'll free me from loneliness
So let the red roses come
I'm such a lovesick girl
Lately the subject seems unavoidable
And I don't say a word, since I don't know
What it feels to have somebody thinking of you all day
Dedicated songs, compliments, and pretty wor
Let's Talk RefrigeratorsStew stood in front of the refrigerator.Let's Talk Refrigerators3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"So how much are you being paid?" he inquired, attempting a small talk.
"Excuse me?" the refrigerator replied, opening two cup slots that functioned as his eyes.
"Money. How much do you get?" Stew simplified.
"Sir, you do know I'm a refrigerator, correct?"
"Of course, it's plainly obvious." Stew rolled his eyes. "The question still stands." He continued. "I've been wondering lately, how much such a fine gentlemen as yourself and your fellow refrigerators get."
"How about We don't?"
"You're kidding! Nothing? You don't get to see a single penny for your hard work? That is ridiculous! The law clearly states every man working should receive pay for it, unless it's volunteering." Stew called outrageously. The refrigerator let out a long, heavy sigh.
"And say I did get money, what would I do with it?" it wondered dryly, agreeing to entertain Stew a while longer.
"Well, you can buy things like food, and a computer!" Stew listed exci
95 Reasons To Hate Twilight1. Bella is a perfect character ("Mary Sue"), which Meyer hides by calling her clumsy.95 Reasons To Hate Twilight4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
2. Being clumsy is not a flaw if Edward always catches her.
3. She can't do anything without Edward.
4. And when he leaves she attempts to commit suicide.
5. Meyer is living out her own fantasies by writing about Bella, who is clearly herself.
6. The books aren't well written, just because every other word is a fancy adjective doesn't make it good writing.
7. All the rules Meyer sets for being a vampire are broken by the end of the series.
8. Not only that, she breaks rules set by more esteemed authors.
9. The world population will come to an end because all girls who read this book will think they are Bella and will wait for their Edward to come until they are old. And he'll never come.
10. Bella almost dies fifty thousand times, but Edward always saves her. This is boring.
11. Edward is too perfect and has no flaws either. Even vampires should have flaws besides wanting to suck human blood because
I'm Not Your Prince(Ulquiorra/Orihime, Ichigo/Orihime)I'm Not Your Prince8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Please, take me to Kurosaki-kun, the human girl begged him.
Ulquiorra stared at her impassively, giving no positive answer to the womans request. Orihime looked scared, and he knew that she feared for the substitute shinigamis life. She doesnt want him to die.
No, I cannot, the 4th Espada said, barely moving his lips.
Orihime lowered her head and figured that it was no use trying to convince him. She placed one hand on her chest and laid the other delicate hand on top of the first.
Kurosaki-kun, she whispered and her hands began trembling.
The girl looked as if she was on the verge of tears at that moment, and maybe she was. Ichigo was out there somewhere in Las Noches, dying with every drop of blood dripping out of his wounds. More than ever, she wanted to be at his side, to heal his broken body and give him another chance. She would do anything for that, but right now it wasnt possible. Sh
Black Star x Kid - How It started 1Black Star x Kid - How It started 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kid had just arrived and he already had to go see his father. He took a shower, changed his clothes and quickly exited his house, walking towards the academy.
Liz and Patty had asked if he wanted them to walk with him there, but he refused, telling them to stay home and rest.
But of course, instead of resting, the girls decided to organize a "welcome party" for the boy. They didn't want something big and perfectly arranged, so Liz just invited their closest friends over: Soul, Maka, Tsubaki and Black*Star.
Black*Star and Tsubaki had just gotten home when the phone started ringing. The girl picked it up, Black*Star right behind her, asking a bit too loudly who was "already in need of hearing the Great Black*Star's voice."
Tsubaki hushed him gently, murmured a couple of okays and said something about bringing a cake, which made Black*Star cheer.
She hung up the phone and smiled at her meister.
"It was Liz and Patty. They're throw
MoonPatrzy na nasMoon4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mimo, iż jesteśmy w zupełnie innych miejscach
Kładzie szafir na naszych ustach
Patrzy na ludzi
Zagubionych wśród ciemnych uliczek
Najwięcej uwagi skupia na nas
Patrzy na dzieci
Do You Really Want To Hurt MeDo You Really Want To Hurt Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You ask me what happened
like you didn't know.
You look at my i smile hiding the tears
like everything you said as a little joke.
You compare her with me every time we speak
i know i'm not perfect i know i'm not your girl but i loved you to.
i just wanted to say to you that i have feelings too.
BlindYou"The sun never shines there, save to blind you."BlindYou4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I know these lands well now. My feet fall in all the right ways. Each apple tree in the orchard, the carefully planned out irrigation system snaking like blue ribbons through it, the field and the mountains and the oceanside where The Capital is docked...The grove of silver birches, ShantyTown, and of course, The Temple, rising like perfect broken glass...I know them now.
And as soon as this knowledge is placed in my hands, as soon as I begin to get a grip of this brilliant new reality, the setting must change. Balance comes in the strangest of ways, and there can be no summer without the freezing hand of winter to counter its heat. Time winds its way down cracks and slips away. Come Samhain, in fitting accordance with the death of the Sun, my feet will slip on icy trails, across lands flat and dark and barren, save for mountains that stand sentinel in the North.
Make Me FeelAnd there are times that I love youMake Me Feel7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(( So much ))
That it's not even
It becomes a c.r.e.a.t.u.r.e.
That lives in my insides
Up my throat
out into the world
With fingers like branches
And it feels
All the things I
Autumn A swamp, surrounded by willows. No leaves, just dead, brittle branches rattling against each other in the wind. It's not night time, but dark...it's hard to see. Skeletons of tall trees reach for the sky from their place in the water, which has a dark grey colour to it. It's still, the breeze picking up somehow not forming a single ripple. It's quiet, as well.Autumn4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
And then she breaks the surface. Her skin is brown and green, bark and moss covering a body that might have been lovely at one point. She's rotting, her face a mess of decay, her black hair hanging wet and limp down her bare back. She smiles and shows black, jaggged teeth.
"The Prince is here...Prince of Willows. Such a sad tree...and what a sad creature."
Wide eyes can't look away. She walks closer.
And laughes. "What? Shall I talk about why they call you Prince?"
"...I don't want to talk about that."
Her eyes are black and staring and cruel. Lon