The World Stops...The World Stops When I Put My Arms Around YouThe World Stops...4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Kendall hated this. He hated seeing his friend, his brother, hurting. He hated hearing it. He hated not being able to help. But, where he was, sitting so close, yet so far away from his friend, listening to him sob. Each shuddering breath he heard pulled the breath out of him, robbed him of his strength. But, he couldn’t do anything about it. A door separated them. It was only inches thick, but he felt like he was miles apart, helpless to catch up, to reach his friend.
To reach James. You wouldn't know by looking at him that he was very sensitive. He hated it when people saw him broken down. He hated it when Kendall saw him broken down.
Kendall had come back to the apartment when he was done with recording. Logan and Carlos were still recording some of their stuff and Katie and his mom had gone out. James was nowhere to be found, until Kendall had heard his quiet sobs.
But, there was nothing he could do; James just ha
The End"You came back."The End4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
His voice hardly sounded like his own. It was feeble, tremulous
"I came back."
My own voice trembled, and I let the tears fall freely. He said nothing, and his eyes glistened as he simply stared. Silence hung in the air, draped with endless emotion, heavy and stifling and steeped in sorrow so powerful that I could not help but sob anew.
He let out a soft sigh, pained and mournful and tinged with wonder, and from his lips fell, scarcely more than a whisper,
"You came back."
I drew my fist up to my mouth, shaking my head furiously and choking back more sobs, my shoulders shaking with the effort. I despised myself, and oh, how he had deserved so much more!
"Please," I heard him say, "Please, do not oh, my dear, you mustn't"
But I could no longer feign strength. I could no longer stand so far from him and idly watch him disappear. I let out a piteous cry and ran to him, helpless and drawn to his dwindling frame as if by some supernatur
50 ways to annoy One Direction.50 ways to annoy One Direction.3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
1. Constantly keep poking Niall. When he asks "what is it?", just ask him" Are you Irish?"
2. Count Zayn's tattoos... and tell him "what nasty scars you have.." (me: his tattoos are cool *_* )
3. When Liam is in the room. Ask out loud "who's there, I know your here, speak up spirit!!!" and point at Liam direction hinting that the spirit is somewhere there.
4. When Liam asks what's wrong, ask the other guys "did I feel a cold breeze rush pass through us?"
5. Keep Ignoring Liam afterwards. And keep pretending he is invisible.
6. When Harry is sleeping one night, go to his room and straighten his hair.
7. When he wakes up and asks who did this to him, blame it on Louis.
8. When they start arguing, say out loud "awe a Larry moment! What a cute couple!"
9. The next night dye Harry's hair hot pink.
10. Tell him in the morning when he finds out that, "it's popular with the girls".
11. Blame the "pink hair dye prank" from 9 on Louis again. (Me: poor guy.....I'm so
My Immortal :1Chapter OneMy Immortal :16 years ago in General More Like This
Im late. Mom--
Pain lanced through Max as her thoughts came full-circle back to the one person she hadnt wanted to think about. She bit her tongue, hoping the pain might distract her. It didnt. There was no way around the horrible, bitter truth that lingered at the back of her throat, choking her like acrid second-hand smoke. It ate away at her insides like cancer, burning her lungs, searing her consciousness.
Mom wouldve made sure I wasnt a nanosecond late.
But Mom was gone. Six feet under, the moldering victim of circumstance, or so the police had said. Their dismissive, dispassionate attitudes and barely-masked lies took the shattered pieces of Maxs heart and ground them into the dust.
Theyd refused to reveal the exact details of Heather Rycrofts untimely demise, but Max had overheard enough in the twisted halls of the police station and in whispered rumors to know that her mo
Suspended TimeAs we come to a certain point in time,Suspended Time6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
time gets suspended, or frozen it it's tracks.
It is taken out of our hands, and we can do nothing.
But during that wait, we just have to sit back, and see what the world has to offer.
Ease awayYou try to easy out of something you said,Ease away6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
and it's something you wanted to take back.
But all in those few words,
will not be taken back,
the words "I Love You" is a big word to say.
One thing that you don't know,
is the answer back...
By The Countryside Prologue"You scared that Aoife will convert you into a swan aren't you Annabelle" Niall said to me and it was true.. I was really scared that the old legend would come true after all we were in Lough Derravaragh the lake were it all happened.By The Countryside Prologue4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I'm not" I said but I knew he wouldn't believe me because my hands were shaking.
"I know you are Anna your hands are shaking and I would be a horrible best friend to not know that when your hands are shaking it means your scared" Niall said to me his blue eyes penetrating into my green ones. After that was said there was only silence and peace, no one talked.
But the peace was soon interrumpted by a loud sound.
"Niall did you hear that" I said sitting closer to Niall.
"Impossible not to have heard it" He said and he took his hand in mine making my face feel warm.
Again the sound was heard but louder it seemed like a thunder or even worse.. A bullet.
I couldn't help but get more scared than I actually was.
"Calm down Anna its going to be okay" Niall said
The TaleFingers stitched together by misfortune and still sages, here lies a tale with unopened pages.The Tale2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Few filled with reasoning and joyful endings of rhyme, the majority fall upon stakes and grant their souls to time.
Phrases and fragments cast themselves within the lines, striking out and down the beautiful ones through a connection of ancient signs.
And alas none shall ever read it, this book so dark yet divine, hence I shall take it for myself, thus my soul is an unread rhyme.
Devils ApprenticeDevils Apprentice5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Darkness fall's over the streets of London, nothing stirs the silence is un-normal, the calm before the storm. The slice moves on undisturbed, a silent mist creeps over the itinerary, coble stone streets, and brick walls, giving the darkness an anomies atmosphere.
Clicking sound of boots meeting coble stone is all that is heard throughout the night. The figure walks on clocked in black, the same color of the night. The figure's shape is of a small female, mid teens, with a meddlesome stature. Her face his hidden behind the black material, but a pair of endemic, liquid gold eyes pear thru the darkness, eyes that could pierce the soul. A guile smile placed on her lips, giving her the cheesier cat look, one that cannot be trusted.
She stops in the middle of the barren street, waiting for someone or something. The mist begins to grow heaver, making it hard to see, but the girl's dose not flinch. It is all most as if it should be there.
Welcome to my world, he said.Welcome to my world, he said.5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The first time I saw Stephan, he painted a hex sign on my right hand, and I couldn't move my fingers for three hours. He thought it was funny. And even though the event scared the living crap out of me, I couldn't help but think of how devastatingly cute he was. He wasn't your typical dark clothed, eyeliner wearing goth boy. I'd say that if it wasn't for the sterling silver pentacle he wore around his neck, he could have been your regular hottie. He had white-blonde hair hanging around his face and tan skin that almost made him look like a surfer from California. And his eyes were crystal blue, I only noticed because he didn't keep his eyes off of me before he tugged my arm towards him and hexed me.
I guess I should have been mad, but I was more drawn in than scared or angry. I did avoid him though, and watched as all my friends hung on him and flirted, none believing that my fingers actually couldn't move.
A Poet's SecretA Poet's Secret4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"Please don't stop your writing now"
They beg me every day
They can't see me declining
Can't see me waste away
"You've written us your treasures
So give a little more"
I sigh, and suddenly I'm back
To where I was before
The pen is bleeding on me, but
My bloody hands are still
The daylight burns like candle wax
It's sapping at my will
I can't remember anything
A limerick or a song?
My mem'ry's slowly failing me
The morning hours are gone
My muse is yet ignoring me
I'm left to seek the rhyme
But ticking chains my artistry
The cruel hands of Time
My brain is empty of desire
But still they beg and plead
I laid my head upon the desk
And cried myself to sleep
You asked too much of me, my friends
When from the very start
The words you forced my hand to write
Were written in my heart
WerewolvesWEREWOLVESWerewolves11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A bitter bite
Of pale moonlight
A shiver of pain
Beast overcomes brain
Fickle and furry
Through the trees they hurry
Air full of cries
Moon reflecting eyes
Silver and white
Howls in the night
Love Is DeadA bloody battlefield is all you see,Love Is Dead6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I see love sleeping silently.
It dreams of peace and feeble hope,
It prays for those who now must cope.
Hearts are drizzled on an open field,
Blood drips from his trodden shield.
His mother cries oceans away,
Her thoughts drift to that fateful day...
The day he left and changed her life,
To fight a war of hate and strife.
A bloody battlefield is all you see,
But I see love murdered repugnantly.
Who I amMy heart won't be broken,Who I am6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I won't fade away to the distance,
I will not suffer for you,
I will not change.
All that you say to me,
all that you do,
won't change me,
it will make me stronger.
It will make me, me.
It will make me the person who I am meant to be.
And who I will not....
CancerIts eating me from the inside outCancer6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tearing me up, burning through my skin
I feel it pushing up, forcing outward
Ripping me apart, as vile as sin
My eyes blur and sting, my throat closes
I wont survive this; I want to scream
Your face disappears, all I see is the pain
I hate you more than you could ever dream
I want to give you a taste of your own medicine
I never took a direct hit, but it always hurt
Every word you said cut deeper than razors
You made me shove my own face in the dirt
All the rage is clawing its way out now
Its pushing all the good in me down
And devouring all the light in my eyes
What I wouldnt give, just to see you drown
I cant see straight as it bursts out
It spreads through me, consumes me
I see the confusion, the true fear in your eyes
But I wont listen to your feeble plee
Not this time.
One for OneOne for One5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One for One:
One for longing one for glory:
One to love one for loathing:
One to tell one to hide:
One to fall the other to stride:
Left long blue:
Right short red:
Two for Two:
Only you...only me...only us...for all eternity:
What has happened to you?What I saw in you.What has happened to you?6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
What I saw you did.
You took that person's heart,
and I saw that you take it, and smashed into tiny bits and pieces.
But what you said "It's not you, it's me,"
that corny line that mean's that you want to move on.
You disrupted the peace of the moment.
You disrupted the silence of that split-second.
You disrupted the good joy that person just had,
but there is something that you can not take from me,
you can't take my breath,
or even heart away.
Our Simple TaskWe are deepened by our dark souls, sealed within the bloody and banished scrolls.Our Simple Task2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Damned by the morning and by the light, our eyes lurk gloomily in the path of night.
We whisper tears throughout your sight, paralyzing your intelligence and fear of flight.
Alas flight is what you truly need, hence why your fate is for us to read.
In the air your body is thrown, whisked upon the dead; let your soul hear them moan.
Thrust forth and forgotten by the stain of blood, absorb the monstrosity from within the flood.
Bested by glasses and long dark coat, your flesh reeks a stench; thou shall be thrown in the moat.
Left to freeze and burn from the flames, thou is forevermore forgotten; the end of our games.
Dream WeaverDream Weaver, PleaseDream Weaver6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Weave me a dream
Make it the best
That I've ever seen
Fill it with joy
For you and for me
Fill it with hope
For the whole world to see
Paint it in colours
To bring us delight
To replace all the darkness
Except for the night
Bathe it in sunshine
As warm as its rays
Fill it with friendship
To last all our days
Give peace in our sorrow
and joy in our song
Weave this dream soon
Do not wait too long
We all need our dreams
To be and to see
To share all we have
From you and from me
Thank you Dream Weaver
For weaving this dream
It is the best dream
That I've ever dreamed..
an alternate final stanza:
Thank you dream Weaver
For helping me see
That life is as beautiful
As we allow it to be...
Help me, God.Come one, come all,Help me, God.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Come willingly to service.
Come embrace the lengthy arms
Of our loving God.
So he came, he served,
And he put forth all his faith,
And he took the wine and bread,
And sung to God.
And he prayed every night,
And forgiven of his sins,
He prayed for protection,
From his God.
And he prayed, and he sung,
As domestic life turned rough,
And he wondered, in his strife,
Tis the will of God.?
No older than fourteen,
Shattered were his dreams,
When he ran onto the streets,
Hoping to God.
He took relief in poison,
And he prayed for his forgiveness,
Or for any chance of saviour,
From his God.
Alone he was in prayer,
Cold, Hungry, in despair,
In rough territory, no repair,
He questioned God.
And so, on the streets alone,
With his poison, overthrown,
In the clutches of the cold,
He screamed to God.
Come and feel the torture,
Of a kid living on the streets,
Dying on the streets,
Echo of the past 15 [ENG]Echo of the past 15 [ENG]3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Note from the translator: It took close to 5h to translate this chapter.
15. The Blonde
"There is something.
Something that sits there... buried deep, very deep.
Covered by a layer of sand and silt. Covered by everything I was able to throw on top.
I'm pretending that it's not there.
That it never happened.
But despite that... I carry its stigma. Maybe it's not too noticeable, but it somehow shaped me... differently from how I wanted it to happen."
These words... could be said by both of them.
Him and Winter.
Marcin and him.
They both despite two different lives and different history, they have a secret.
A secret with deep roots.
And their small shoots are sprouting through their whole life.
To the surface.
I don't like to talk about it.
Besides, who would like to do that...?
Generally I was always... the runaway type. I had a big mouth, but when it came to a throw down, I never held my own. I never defended... myself, my dignity, my morality.
As long as
Guide to WerewolvesA Vampires Guide to WerewolvesGuide to Werewolves8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
By: Duskfur Flamedancer
First of all, why exactly would a vampire need a guide to werewolves? There are a few answers to that, really. Having a werewolf bodyguard/companion, as in my case, a werewolf-hunting vampire would need one, and just for a good read. The topics covered here will give a vampire basic insight to werewolf behavior, feeding habits, plus info on transformation, how to kill werewolves, (though Id really rather not write that section) a brief overview of hybrids, how to bond a werewolf, (Ill explain that in greater detail later) and exactly we may chase cats or cars.
Section 1: Looks
Werewolves can look like basically anything. Fang teeth in human form are common, though not necessary. Werewolf eyes, especially in females, tend to frequently change colors. In wolf form, the basic structure is that of a wolf. Hind leg design and structure are similar to a humans, though the tibia and fibula are shorter, forming more