MonsterHigh Traitor Among Us 2Outside at the fountain, Deuce was sitting there waiting for someone and Lagoona sat next to him.MonsterHigh Traitor Among Us 25 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey Deuce, whacha doin'?"
"Oh, hey. I'm just waiting for Cleo; she was supposed to meet me here about five minutes ago."
"Really, I'm sure she'll turn up eventually." There was a long pause and then Lagoona continued. "You know, haven't you always wondered why is it that everyone is always nice to you?"
"Well, I am a nice guy."
"Wrong! You know what I think; they're afraid of you. Oh for sure you are a nice guy, but then what happens when you get angry at someone? Just one look from you and poof; they're stone. I would be scared too, if I knew someone who could do that."
"But I would never "
"But deep down you've thought about it, haven't you?" Deuce didn't answer. "I thought so. And that's why you don't have any real friends at all."
As Lagoona walked away, Deuce hung his he
MonsterHigh Traitor Among Us 4Everyone followed her to her office. When they arrived, Cleo started in first.MonsterHigh Traitor Among Us 45 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Headmistress, please, I am just a victim here. It's those two who deserve to be punished," she exclaimed as she pointed to Deuce and Frankie.
"Casting a curse outside of school curriculum is strictly forbidden Cleo; your father was the main reason I had that rule enforced. And as for the rest of you, this kind of behavior is most unacceptable. Your parents have taught you better. You all were so quick to mistrust one another without getting all the facts. Now, each of you please tell your side of it."
"That won't be necessary Headmistress," said Mr. Ware. Both he and Ghoulia walked in with a purple haired, red-eyed girl wearing jeans and a rainbow stripped shirt. "I think this young lady has all the answers you seek."
"Camille Leon, what does she have to do with this," asked Lagoona.
"Wow, Ghoulia sounds angr
Monster High: Traitor Among UsCleo de Nile was at her locker checking to see if her make up and bandages were in place.Monster High: Traitor Among Us5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Honestly, is there anyone in the world prettier than me," she asked in a snooty tone.
"Yeah, there is."
Cleo jumped and slammed her locker door to see who had said that. It was Deuce Gorgon, Cleo's boyfriend.
"What did you say to me?!"
"You heard me. And it's Frankie Stein by the way. You and me are done, see ya."
As Deuce walked away, Cleo stood there dumbfounded and angry.
"Frankie, you and Deuce are gonna get it!"
Meanwhile, Frankie was at her locker when Draculaura walked up.
"Hey Frankie, you wanna go to the maul later?"
"I wish I could, I'm behind on my Mad Science homework. And if I don't improve, my dad's gonna ground me till I'm 20."
"Wow, that bites," said Draculaura.
Frankie and Draculaura turned to see Deuce standing there.
"Hey Deuce, what's going on," asked Frankie.
"Oh, nothing. Just wanted to let y
Like NimoyLike Nimoy4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He wasn't sure he wanted to live in the same house as Doctor Sheldon Cooper, after the crazy things he had seen.
Sure, he offered a good room at a good price. Living with him was surely the best decision, so he went to the house and he knocked at the door.
Sheldon himself opened the door.
"Can I help you?"
"Hi, I'm here to see the room." Said Leonard, insecure. "My name is Leonard Hofstadter."
"Leonard, really?" Squeaked Sheldon. "Like Leonard Nimoy!"
In that moment, Leonard understood there wasn't a person but Sheldon he could think of living with.
wanderlustshe was a s e v e n t e e n year old girl from nowhere [or was it everywhere?] with dark hair and long eyelashes and skin that was always pale white. when she was young she played in the poppy fields of greece and when she got older her tongue started yearning to speak italian and russian so that she could travel to other far off places.wanderlust4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
she was born on a friday between two ice storms, and the first word she ever heard was b e a u t y. her mama told her that when she first opened her dark blue eyes, her pupil was surrounded by a ring of pure white. the blue stayed but the white turned to green [and from then on her eyes were always her favorite feature].
she always had nightmares, never good dreams, but maybe that's because she could never stop d r e a m i n g with her eyes open. all she ever wanted was dirt roads and stars and mud under her fingernails.
[maybe one day, when she's older, she'll take a crinkly old map and
stuck like glueit started with lightbulbs, and it ended with jail.stuck like glue5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
and when she looked back on it it seemed suitable, like the lightbulb he dropped on her desk was the universe's way of saying that this [whatever this was] was a great idea.
but it wasn't just lightbulbs. every day there was something new, a perfectly random little something dropped on her desk without a word of acknowledgment, like a cat bringing home dead things as gifts [but much cuter, of course] and every day she would tap her fingers with anticipation, just waiting for him to arrive with something new.
and they were always silent in class, barely speaking more than a few words to each other [maybe because he always slept right through the lesson]. but late at night they would spend hour upon hour talking to each other, and she would struggle to keep her eyes open so that she wouldn't have to say goodnight, because she knew, after not very long at all, that he was special.
and for months they were like that - best friends, talkin
Love At First Fright ch. 14Morning came all too fast for the still recovering boys, heads throbbing heavily. Corey let out a small whine as he slide his eyes open and tried to readjust to the room. He began to sit up, then stopped when he remembered that Joey was still fast asleep on his chest. Looking down, he saw that the raven haired beauty was already stirring, waking up slowly as well. Tilting his head up, two pairs of beautiful icy eyes met another and a smile formed across Joey's face.Love At First Fright ch. 144 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Morning you." Corey whispered, careful not to wake up everybody else who was still passed out.
"My head hurts like a mother fucker " Joey grumbled, resting his head back on the blonde's chest.
"Lets get you some food and water then. It'll help." Corey nodded and helped the boy up, cradling him close to his chest like you would an infant. Progress to the kitchen was slow, but they eventually made it down. Joey collapsed at the table grumbling as Corey shifted through some of the cabinets to find the smaller
I Can Be LoveOnce again I've left you with nothing but a smile and a hug when everything in me wanted to leave you with so much more.I Can Be Love4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Any girl could give you a smile or a hug and I don't want to be just any girl.
I don't want to, I'm scared but the thought of not telling you is tearing me from the inside out.
If I let you go without letting you know, I won't become what I've been striving for ever since I decided to stash all my fears away into the corners of my mind and my heart.
I'm terrified of you.
Everything about you is too unreal, in the sense where you're everything I want and everything I can't have - all at the same time.
You smile at me and I wonder how you can compliment mine, when yours is so beautiful, so genuine.
You always try to be there for me if I need you, whether you were busy, tired or already sleeping.
Your stories and your texts have me grinning for days and days after.
(I even keep a few of your texts so I can read them whenever I miss you.)
Writing RageI don't write for you.Writing Rage5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For your heartbreak or love.
For your tears or smiles.
For you pain or your bliss.
I write for me.
For my tragedies.
For my happiness.
For my pain.
To get what no one wants to hear,
out of me.
To let my voice be heard.
I write these stories about
because these are things the world
chooses to ignore.
Love and a happy ending,
what everyone wants.
That's not what I give.
I give these "unhappy" endings
to show you,
that not everything is
"happily ever after."
Repeating Apologies.He stumbled up the stairs, fell on the last step, and cursed aloud. I bit my lip and lay there silently, facing away from the door, curled up on the sheets. I try to act like I'm asleep when he opens the door and turns the light on with a low grunt.Repeating Apologies.3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I quickly close my eyes and relax my breathing, hearing him shuffle to the bed and lay there, his full body weight on me. I groan softly, trying to get him off. He's kissing my neck, being so sloppy with his breath smelling pure of alcohol.
I give one last shove and he's hovering over me with glassy eyes, looking at me with a daze. I sighed.
"Guess what?" he said slowly, smirking. "Sam fell down. He was like, 'Danny!' and I was like, 'Sam, no-o-o-o-o-o!'" He cackled lowly, shaking his head. "It was hilarious!"
I nodded slowly. "That's nice."
He then starts to kiss my neck again, his hands roaming around my body in desperate want. "Baby," he breathes, "I'm so horny."
I gasp as his hand squeezes at my crotch area; I squirm under him with a wh
lets change the worldi sit here drinking cold coffee on a monday afternoon; and i listen to the creaks silence makes and the sad words in a song on repeat, but i can't seem to feel. sometimes i cry because i want so many things its hard to concentrate on what i have and sometimes i want to close my eyes forever and just stay in my dreams.lets change the world4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
i want to take photos that make people realize beauty is everywhere-and i want to tell people how beautiful they are when i see them. i want to sing songs and make people smile and feel soft inside like a freshly baked cookie. i want to walk down the street and look and see trees blowing in the breeze and little girls laughing and men smiling as they hear them. i want to be selfless and make the world a better place, and sometimes all these wants just get to me and i can't figure out what to do first.
and we're the generation of change-we hold the attention of the world and we grasp the sadness that we contain and how it can change us into horrible people or beautiful one
There She GoesThere she goesThere She Goes4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That girl who is always smiling and laughing
The one who always has the advice
The one who always knows...
How to bring a smile to someone's face.
She always looks so happy
Like as if her life is perfect
Like as if everything is bright in her world.
But nobody knows
That at night
After a call with her father
Who lives so, so, so far away
She cries herself to sleep.
She sleeps with a broken heart
Tears stain her cheeks and her pillow
Her father is the most dearest to her
And he's so far away
She can't smell the familiar scent he has
Of After-Shave and spice
Just thinking about the divorce
Has her body shakingwith sobs
Nobody knows that this perfectly happy girl
Had suffered through,
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
And yet she still smiles...
So They've Robbed You BlindSo They've Robbed You Blind4 years ago in Romance More Like This
I was breathing, hard and heavy,the oxygen burning its way in and out of my lungs. My legs were aching,the muscles burning,and straining,but I kept running. I hit a few branches,leaving a few scratches on my pale bleeding arms. Hot tears ran down my face, but I blinked them away, my vision blurring slightly.
I heard a car horn,and the realization that I was no longer in the wooded areas hit me. I continued running,across 17 streets,I sharply turned left. 14 blocks down,I turned right,heading 3 more blocks down.
I ran straight into a tall man,about 5'10",and knocked him to the ground.The man had brown hair,slightly longer than mine,spiked up in every direction,and chocolate brown eyes.His arms,covered in tattoos,were built up decently,and the tears came faster.
I panicked,whimpering in pain,and fear. I tried to get up,to keep running,but the man grabbed me. "Hey,oh god,Hey,Are you alright? why are you bleeding? Where are you running to?Oh my god,im so sorry. " he was going on. i screame
first.i'm a girl and you're a sunrise, letting me watch you burn across the sky. i'm not pretty enough to be you, not smart enough to catch you when you fall. i dig my fingernails into your palm, not wanting to let you go. you know how it is. you're a boy, and i'm something that could have been.first.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you curl your fingers over the frets. we could've been something great. my guitar's hanging next to the television. i wonder if you sold yours. was it too painful? there's still static, smoke curling across a frigid landscape. i used to write songs, you know. don't get too confident; they weren't all about you.
gosh. it seems like eons ago. autumn nights are so cold on the island, but we're warm. the cabins are empty, because no one takes a vacation in october. you know how it goes; we're both falling. not in love, but out of it.
i miss you like i miss not breathing. you don't notice it, but it's there. i let myself forget you a long time ago, but you're still here. an echo, mayb
Living Writers BlockYou are my living punishmentLiving Writers Block5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The one thing blocking me
Zippering my mouth
Tying my shaky hands
The words are my closest companion
But when I'm around you...
I'm always so w o r d l e s s
If only I wasn't a writer
Smile! You're BeautifulSmile. Because your beautiful. Laugh. Because your living life to the fullest. Stand strong. Because haters cant bring you down.Smile! You're Beautiful4 years ago in Romance More Like This
LADIES: Your beautiful and no one has the right to make you feel like youre not.
Hey, beautiful! Thanks for stopping by.
We all have days when we're not feeling our best. Days when we don't shine as brightly as we can because we are insecure about how we look or how others may view us. Maybe we know someone who's struggling to find and see her own beauty. Maybe we are the ones who don't recognize the extent of our beauty.
But regardless of how we may see or feel about ourselves, one thing holds true: we are all beautiful just the way we are. There are so many people that love us for all our individual quirks and traits. Even when we feel so small or insignificant, we are still someone's everything. We should never be ashamed of who we are.
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL! No matter what you think there is someone out there that loves you and cares about you, you just might
Maybe I Need YouYou are my lightning.Maybe I Need You4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
No thunderous warning, just swift and silent.
Set me on fire and burn me alive,
Leaving my bones exposed, blackened and burned.
There are bruises in my arm, and my veins are spread like angel wings,
But the only thing I've been shooting is stars since I met you.
You're tracing electricity across my skin,
I can feel you in the tips of my
Toes hair fingers spine.
Love me, I begged, palms wide open.
Just love me.
I'm a coin set on edge,
Sent spinning madly across the table.
But I'm running out of turn,
Juddering, clattering, in my electric chair,
Finally going flat.
Heads or tails?
I swear you can hear my heart beat
Me black and blue,
Attacking with all it's got.
There's no defibrillator shocking me back to life,
And it's telling me, no, not this time. You can't. You can't.
Maybe I can.
(When it rains, it pours
And with every pore,
Maybe I want you.)
Maybe I want to be the first thing you see in the morning,
And the last thing on the insides of your eyelids.
FracturedWish, wish, wishingFractured4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do not forget
the living truth
as it speaks to you
finding their way
back no matter where
Blinded to everything
else in the light
Endless, eternity, aronion
beneath my heaving chest,
weaving lust, love and
lovely lust and the instinct
that this is the path.
I am fixated
on the words
that you said
where a french kiss
should be like a dance
and I'm just trying
the truth about evolution.the television no longer speaks with static and fuzzy voices in the slow rhythm of evenings. i miss that.the truth about evolution.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
they all say it began going downhill for grandpa when he fell back on his head and lost most of his hearing. i say it started largely far before that. the first foreshadows took place in the infant mind of a brilliant orthopedic surgeon and professor to-be. one stubborn strand in the brain deemed itself not so willful. unfortunately, it was quite thick.
one fresh spring morning following a long agonizing night of back pains and leg muscle spasms, grandpa's stubborn strand decided that he would come on our suburban excursion without his cane and medicine. he had always had a passion for video taping sceneries and little sweet somethings but his back problems have begun to hinder him in recording history for future remembrance. it had all gone too far when he took a step backward to take a shot of the newly bloomed plumeria flower and tripped over an uneven slab of stone. his
Wait for me, okay?"I've missed you," he said under his breath, as though he hoped laying his heart bare to her would be easier if done quietly. He paused, shuffling his feet, trying to think of the right words to say. He had never been good with words. There was a certain skill to translating your feelings into exactly the right sounds, to making yourself effectively and elegantly understood, and he had none of it. He sighed. "You know I'm no poet, Katie. Remember how you always had to help me with my English essays? I'd write them, then you'd take them apart and put them back together so they actually made sense. You were the writer, the speaker, you had the way with words. But now I'll just have to try my best."Wait for me, okay?4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He bit his lip; even now, when he had all the opportunity in the world to talk to her and no-one to interrupt, he couldn't say what he wanted to. The words danced out of reach, swirling around his head, refusing to organise themselves and march out of his mouth in an orderly line. But al
truth be told.i am not afraidtruth be told.4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
to speak my mind, like i was
before i found out.
(take your head
out of your ass and listen.)
i am proud of who
i am, and who you aren't;
you're just a cynic.
(i don't need you.)
i'll do whatever
i want, i'll dye my hair red,
just to prove you wrong.
(as red as candy, sugar.
and believe me, i taste just as sweet.)
i'll be New York City,
and you can be gum on the
(it's annoying, all it does is
get stuck to the bottom of your shoe.)
so now i'm ready to strike the pictures of us with a match,
and start a fire so big the heavens can see it.
SolitudeHe is now an old man (a very old man), and he is now very lonely (so very, very lonely). His wife is fifteen years dead. His children are grown, with their own families and jobs and small catastrophes. They don't bother to see him much. Some call, short little spaces in time. Hi Dad, how are you and meaningless chatter about the weather. It is a simple life he lives, filled with memories of dancing girls and root beer floats and high school dances. He sits in his empty house and paints visions before his eyes.Solitude4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Anna comes the most, stopping by every week or so with her small daughter trailing behind her like a lost puppy. Her name is Lucy and she looks like his late wife, all blonde curls and gangly limbs, though Anna's dark eyes and thin mouth are after his own. Lucy plays with old toys while Anna putters around, washing dishes and folding wrinkled laundry and berating him for not taking better care of the place, of himself. She never could sit still, that girl, always a flurry of moti
One Leftxi.One Left4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I saved all my best words
(You deserve so much more.)
You were angry
before I could have a chance to explain.
Had you stayed, I could have told you;
I only meant that you were a puzzle.
(I just can't figure you out.)
You've been where I have,
but you were never in this deep.
Or at least you never told me about it.
don't pretend to understand.)
I write about space
to fill it with all the stars
you never look at.
(Stop watching your feet when you walk.)
If I'm holding too tightly,
it's only because I'm afraid.
It's a cliche;
but it's not me.
It really is you.
I'm only that vulnerable around you.
(I can only be that vulnerable
It took me a year to realize
I was lying when I said "not like that - "
I meant it exactly like that.
(You clever boy, you, figuring it out before I did.)
I want to know what you saw in me
that made you stop. I want to know
why you think I'm better than I
Hetalia: Poland Pairings Info-RantThe present opinion's intention is promoting of the other pairings with Poland than Poland/Lithuania and inviting the readers to a discussion. I don't want to offend anyone (Poland/Lithuania supporters, Poles, Lithuanians, members of any other nation etc.), so I was trying to be as gentle as possible. I hope that you'll enjoy this text and leave a comment after reading it. If youl find some mistakes in the text, inform me about them, and I'll correct them. If you think, that I should add something, I'll also add it.Hetalia: Poland Pairings Info-Rant4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Important thing: I'm Polish and the description of the historical events are written mostly from Polish POV. Keep it in mind, when you'll be reading this text.
It's the most popular pairing with Lithuania and the only popular pairing with Poland. These two met in the Middle-Ages and formed an union which lasted till the partitions of Poland, when Russia took Lithuania and separated the partners. They reunified much later, when Lithuania had got his independ