APH Blessed FicAPH Blessed Fic3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Dad, is magic real?"
Sitting beneath the swaying canopy of the flourishing elm, watching the sunlight dance across the ancient labor of a scribe long since passed, worlds away from home and somehow at peace it was hard not to believe in it.
"Yes," the Englishman simply replied, and carefully turned the page of the book in his lap.
Alfred gave an exasperated sigh and placed his hand in the center of the text, prompting his caregiver to look up. "I mean in more than just the stories you tell me. I want to see real magic why can't I?"
Arthur remained silent and still, almost transfixed, for a time. The summer breeze drifted in over the lake, soothing invisible hands through the grass and branches of the tree. Alfred continued to watch his mentor's strangely vacant expression with intense curiosity, but soon became distracted by the leaves falling around them.
The boy looked up in wonderment, removing his hand from the book to reach up and catch some of the
APH: PrayerThe Aegean Sea is once again the sea of war. For centuries the tide has been set and fixed, waves throwing themselves against the west, the mighty Ottoman Empire ruling the Sea. But now the tide has turned. The cradle of Europe rises.APH: Prayer3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Two men were standing on an ancient temple’s ruins on a distant isle far away in the blue Aegean Sea with the sun blazing over them. They were both armed and facing each other while a battle raged all around them as soldiers clashed, fought and died. Greece tightened his grip on his halberd and panted with exhaustion. He had fought for years now, his white clothing stained with dirt and ash and blood, his hair messy and dirty and his brow sweating. And the man who stood before him, clothed in red and white cloaks and robes and wearing a large turban, shadowing his masked face, was also struggling to keep himself up, gripping his sword with the ferocity of a wounded lion.
“End this madness now”, the Ottoman Empire said. “Now
Growing Up and Moving OnFor America/Alfred's Birthday, 2013Growing Up and Moving On2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
After nearly two weeks of planning, the weekend America and Canada had picked for their birthday party finally arrived. The two always threw a huge celebration in honor of both of their birthdays, as they were only a few days apart, and it was often the most anticipated party of the year. They always invited everyone they could think of, and the majority of those available that day would attend. They threw it not only for themselves, but for everyone. After all, what's better than getting together with good friends and sharing good food and drinks?
People seemed to arrive in waves, starting with just a few in the morning and increasing in number as the day wore on. By the time the sun began to set, the party had really gotten started. Several nations were scattered about, in the house and in the back yard, socializing and catching up with each other. America could usually be found by the snack table. He happened to be scanning the various deserts the
[APH] Spreading Awareness - The Return of SOPAFor once, a world conference had gone rather well. Despite some arguments here and there, no one stepped too far out of line and everyone managed to stay on topic. The nations even came to agreements on some things, though mainly by majority and never completely unanimously. When the clock showed that their time was nearly up, Germany rose to discuss one final issue.[APH] Spreading Awareness - The Return of SOPA2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“I believe we have time to cover one more topic. It’s not one we can do much discussing about at the moment, but rather one I would simply like to inform you of,” he said, straightening out a stack of papers as he did so. “All of you know about the bill called SOPA. What some of you may or may not know is that the bill has made a return, and is once again being discussed by America’s government.”
There were several gasps and exclamations of “what?!” from the various nations sitting at the meeting table. Someone even asked, “America, why didn’t you tell us about th
Hetalia: England x Reader: A Rainy AnniversaryGazing through the window, you sighed, "Where has Arthur gotten to?"Hetalia: England x Reader: A Rainy Anniversary2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You see, Arthur planned a date at a café and wanted to meet there at three o'clock after work. You checked your watch, it was ten-past three. Where did the Brit run off to?
You sipped your (fave drink) you had ordered earlier, audibly sighing. It was also your three year anniversary. You knew your boyfriend was always punctual, so there had to be a good reason why he was late. Right?
Placing your chin in your hand, and resting your elbow on the table, you glanced at the café's grand wall clock. It read three twenty-five. You checked your phone, no texts or missed calls from Arthur. There was no way he would have forgotten the planned time! You were sure of this. But, even though you were so sure, why did a warm tear slide down your face?
Dark, persistent, worrisome thoughts overwhelmed you. More tears clung onto your eyes, not wanting to spill, and made your vision blurry. You tried to bl
Into the air„Are you ready, Liechtenstein?“Into the air3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
„Y-yes, big brother…“
It was a cold, clear spring morning in the Swiss Alps. The two blonde, neutral nations stood at the top of a slope. Beneath them stretched a great, wide meadow, gently flowing down to the valley floor. Behind them lingered a towering mountain.
„Don’t forget“, Switzerland continued. „You got to flap strongly to get into the air. Once you’re airborne, you will instinctively use the different wind currents to glide. And I’ll be at your side all the time; I’m there to catch you if you should fall.“
Liechtenstein gulped. She knew all that, but she still felt queesy. „Thank you, brother.“
„Don’t mention it. At your sign, Liech.“
The small country closed her eyes inhaled deeply. Then she nodded at Vash.
And started running.
The air blew all around her as she gained speed. She extended her wings, let the wind fill them. Flapped
Hetalia: You Were So Small II -You Were So Small: Part IIHetalia: You Were So Small II5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"So, will you turn on me now out of spite? Attack me as I am rebuilding and learning how to protect myself and filling in the gaps you leave behind?"
Arthur's expression changed only to allow a slight up-tilt of the corner of his lips, forming a tight, cruel smile. "I won't need to do a thing to jeopardize the building of your precious kingdom. You'll accomplish self-destruction without aid from me," He added with a dark chuckle, "Assuming France and Spain decide they're not willing to fight for more than the bargained price of their aid, you'll have a few years of so called freedom at best."
Alfred's eyes narrowed and his muscles te
finding neverlandI.finding neverland7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It begins with a flicker
of colour, of --of something
indescribable and colourful
and wonderful and lovely
you feel yourself flying away, far far away
to neverland, to mermaid's lagoon,
where no one can ever find you.
But somewhere between
the rainbow and the pot of gold
and the second star to the right,
you lose the treasure map,
that penny that brings luck rusts
butterflies turn to moths,
and everything seems like
someone's turned off the light;
and hit fast forward---->>
because its all
so fast that its right
before your eyes and
even your breath cant catch
itself and you just
want it to
see the butterflies, rainbows
and laughter echoing off the clouds -
find your neverland again
and return to the
light, light, lightness.
I do hope you've made yourself a spare key.
Building Sand Castles: HetaliaThis land is my landBuilding Sand Castles: Hetalia4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A dead land
Empty, without a soul
Every inch soaked in blood
My heart died
Many years ago
I lived too long
To the point I don't know
What I am today
And Who I was before
Faces loom in memories
Of friends and enemies
Mixed with the faded images
Of humans from every time
Royalty and leaders
Rich and poor
Young and old
Sickly and beautiful
But who are they
I do not remember
The memories are so faded
The images are blurred
The time upon the calendars
Fade into eternity
Look down, out the window
Every one of us who live forever
Look out that window
Out to the streets below
Look upon mortality
The fear of time
That is what we see
Look upon the changing time
In a blink all we had was gone
Burned and broken
Smashed to ash
Those on the streets below
Those who live and drink and age
They are blessed with the coffin and the Reaper
Never to see what their lives amounted to
While we strive on
Building castles upon the sand
And watching the waves tear them down
As we sit alone u
SealandxChild!Reader - Cold Hands, Warm HeartSealandxChild!Reader - Cold Hands, Warm Heart2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The young boy turned around at the sound of his name––only to be tackled by his friend.
“_____!” he said as he attempted to sit up. “You’re supposed to hide when you play Hide-and-Seek!”
The ten-year-old beamed at the twelve-year-old below her. “But I missed you!”
Peter couldn’t help but laugh at her innocence, and he patted her head. “Alright. How about we go inside?”
“Okay!” _____ got to her feet, along with Peter, and headed inside.
“Hiya, little dudes!” said Alfred as the two walked into the living room. He sat up from his seat on the couch and picked up _____ in his arms. She squealed in delight, then giggled as he gently placed her on the carpeted floor.
“Hi, Alfie!” She stepped in front of him, leaning on the couch to get closer to him. “Can we watch a movie in here?”
Alfred blinked. “Aw, but I was watching. . .”
Hetalia Chronicles I: The Seven Years WarThe room was silent. The two parties sat opposite each other in their respective military uniforms. A clock could be heard ticking, slowly, in the background; as if time itself was slowing down for this historical moment.Hetalia Chronicles I: The Seven Years War4 years ago in Settings More Like This
The year was 1763, and in the well lit hall in the glorious city of Paris sat four people. On one side were the victors, England and Portugal. On the other side sat the losers in the conflict, France and Spain, who both had a look of foreboding gloom on their faces.
"To the victor..." England began, as he passed them a piece of paper "...Goes the spoils".
France picked up the paper, on it were a list of several demands for colonial exchanges in America and Africa
"I hope you find these terms, acceptable? In exchange for the entirety of your Canadian territories I will return your beloved sugar island Guadalupe, also I will be taking your African land in the Senegal. For you, Spain." The Englishmen turned to Spain, who peered up from the document "I will return Cuba in
The Destiny of NationsMy heart was racing. I ran through the forest faster than I had ever run before. Branches and thorns tugged and torn at my uniform, not that I cared, all I cared about was finding Holy Rome. Fast.The Destiny of Nations2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Behind me I could hear Austria calling out for me to slow down, that I was running too far ahead, that he couldn’t keep up. I simply snorted at how pathetic the stuffy aristocrat was, he probably rarely ever leaves his house, and if he ever did, it certainly was NOT to go out running or training. What a sissy…True, he had offered to help me save Holy Rome, but if he can’t even keep up with me, what use is he in a fight?
A few times I tripped over tree roots that were sticking out of the ground, but I saw most coming and kept my balance, continuing running as fast as I could.
I had to find them; I had to save Holy Rome before…Before something terrible happened...
As I ran, I could also hear Hungary’s voice in the background, calling out to me. I couldn
Bunny!England x Reader- Easter from the HeartBunny!England x Reader- Easter from the Heart2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This is the second part of the Easter story I made from 2013- if you wish to read the first part before getting to this, part one can be found in the description. Thank you, and Happy Easter!
"Happy Easter, _________!"
Indeed, today had been April nineteenth, the day where children all around the world would hop out of bed to go in search of the baskets the well known rabbit had hid for them the night before- their little hands dunking hardboiled eggs that had been prepared that morning into cups of colored water, instantly drawing little faces on them afterwards to give the appearance that they had been alive. Today was the candy filled, egg hunting day known as Easter, a national holiday that had been a tad more refreshing than that of Valentines, where everyone showed their love for others by buying stuffed animals and chocolates that would be neglected and eaten, or St. Pactricks day, everything you can possibly think of being decked out in shades of green,
Leaves From The Vine (Extension).Leaves from the vineLeaves From The Vine (Extension).3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Falling so slow
Like fragile, tiny shells
Drifting in the foam.
Little soldier boy
Come marching home
Brave soldier boy
Come marching home
Ash in the snow
Falling so slow
Like fragile, broken hearts
With no place to go.
Little soldier boy
Come marching home
Brave soldier boy
Come marching home
He thought he knew
What he was fighting for,
But the sight of blood
Made him question war.
Poor soldier boy
Cold and alone,
Bombs fall like rain,
He's all alone.
They're all alone.
Those leaves did grow
From branches overgrown
Drifting slowly down
Resting in the snow.
Little soldier boy
Taken from home
Forced to fight a war
That is not his own.
Leaves from the vine
Changing so slow
Like empty, fallen souls
Looking for a home.
Little soldier boy
Thought that he could soar
Brave soldier boy
Died in their war.
Blue Flowers- AfterlifeLying flat on his back, Alfred groaned and squeezed his eyes shut tightly. Where was he? Was he lying in grass? That came as a shock to him. The last he remembered was being in a dirty alleyway in New York City. Now he clearly felt the sun beating down on him and the cool wind blowing gently across his face. Was he in some kind of field? The American was very confused until he was hit with a sudden revelation.Blue Flowers- Afterlife2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The last thing he remembered was hearing two loud pops and feeling searing pain in his chest.
Sitting bolt upright, Alfred opened his eyes and saw that he was in a beautiful field, greener then Central Park and a lot cleaner too. It was lined by woods and in the distance he saw a small country cottage. Alfred blinked and then pinched himself, there was a small bit of pain and he didn’t know what to feel.
“Damn…I musta died.” He said quietly to himself.
No sooner had the words left his lips and began really take root in his mind, he heard
How to be a better writer!How to be a better writer, orHow to be a better writer!1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
Even a better artist.
“Trust me”, I have experience,
I’ve been at it for years.
Let me give you a few simple guidelines,
Some that I myself go off of,
And I’ll pretend that my style,
Choice of words, will work for everyone else.
And let’s not forget to mention that
I am a premium member! A beta tester!
A senior member!
Till hell freezes over!
I must know what I’m talking about?
In all my greatness and glory!
I have the authority,
To tell others how to make their art better.
Let’s cut the bullshit here and now,
And ignore those people who tell us our style.
One person, so skilled and great,
With art that all tend to appreciate,
Does not have the right to lead ‘his’ flock,
To determine whose art is worthy or not.
You write one way I write another,
My thoughts are calm, while yours are loud as thunder.
She strokes left, but he’ll stroke right,
Her art his peaceful, but his depicts a fight.
A pencil i
We have one Earth, We have one ChanceThings are going down,We have one Earth, We have one Chance1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and they know it’s true,
just take a long look
see what other have been through.
This world is terrible,
I’ve heard it all before
and the problems we face
are like a stone locked door.
War in one state,
death in another
Good God, I’m surprised
we haven’t killed each other.
Ebola is a virus,
you’ve all heard it I know,
It’s serious isn’t it,
yet people joke like it’s a comedy show.
People are at odds
with what’s a sin or not
But loving whom you choose
is just a wishful thought.
And what is this ISIS
who claims to do right?
When poor, terrified families
can’t even sleep without fright.
And let’s take a step back,
look at western feminism,
which is a pitiful joke,
compared to right-stricken women.
And what about men,
people turn a blind eye,
to rape, murder and abuse,
feminist alike still deny.
Children are poor,
in some of the richest countries,
they beg in the streets,
in wealth filled cities.
Ed's Short RantsHey, don't call me puny.Ed's Short Rants6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Would you stop calling me puny?!
Stop calling me a pipsqueak, it puts me in really bad mood.
DON'T CALL ME SMALL! I'LL BREAK DOWN YOUR FEET AND STICK 'EM ON YOUR HEAD!!!
You couldn't see me since I'm so short you couldn't distinguish me from all the grains of sand. VERY FUNNY!!!
Shorty?! Could a shorty do this?! What else you want to call me; a half-pint bean-sprout midget?! I'm still growing, you idiot(s)!
WHO ARE YOU CALLING A MICRO-SIZED HALF-PINT WHO DIDN'T GROW UP BECAUSE HE DOESN'T DRINK MILK?!!!
WHO ARE YOU CALLING A RUNT SO TINY HE COULD ONLY BE SEEN WITH
A MAGNIFYING GLASS, YOU JERK?!!!
WHO ARE YOU CALLING A MOUSY LITTLE PIPSQUEAK?!!!
Nobody calls me a pipsqueak and gets away with it.
WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SMALL YOU WANT TO CRUSH LIKE AN ANT?!!!
Who are you calling shorty?
WHO ARE YOU CALLING A PIPSQUEAK?!
WHO ARE YOU CALLING A DWARF?!!! GET BACK HERE AND SAY THAT TO MY FACE!!!
WHO ARE YOU CALLING SMALL?!!!
WHO ARE YOU CALLING THE GUINESS BOOK OF WORL
MidnightersMidnightersMidnighters5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Here's to my fellow midnighters
My comrades in the dark
When all the world is sleeping
We've somehow missed the mark
Here's to the whispered chats we share
The secrets we let run
For there's a silent pact among us
To hide them from the sun
Here's to the panic as no one else knows it
Of work that's yet to be writ
Of things to be done before time runs out
And the horizon's fire is lit
Here's to the clacking of keyboard keys
And the glow of the monitor screen
We know that no one else but us
Could tell us what it means
Siren's SongAlone I drift upon the sea of unknowing,Siren's Song11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lost to all I once knew.
A subtle silence falls upon me,
Singing songs of loss and joy, and all that was new.
A peaceful melody luring me deeper
Into memory, and feeling, and the things I dread.
A lament for those who've gone before me,
And for emotions long buried and dead.
Flashing briefly on the struggles
I must face alone.
Burning tears that trace familiar pathways
Left by all I've done.
In the silence, I hear the laughter
Of all that I hold dear.
Calming harmony to the music
I know I must hold near.
I cling to something, for fear of falling.
The shadows always wait.
Singing their own funeral marches.
Hoping, in their blackness, to hold my fate.
A silent struggle that no one can see,
A fight I know I have to win.
Fought alone so they can be unburdened,
No worries to bring to others again.
A Phoenix falters in her headwind,
Grounded by the siren's song.
Saved by the faint Wolf's howl to the moonlight;
The song that will save her soul.....
Neverlandwrite for childrenNeverland3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there are no adults
Neverland OutcastPeter Pan said "take my hand, but keep your love and keep your kiss.Neverland Outcast6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slip the thimble on my finger, these feelings don't exist."
But I learned my lesson in Neverland, and the shadows that it cast.
I was too quick to trust, and the pixie dust, just never seemed to last.
So I turned my face away from the boy who feared to live.
I took my chances in the past, he had nothing more to give.
So keep my love, and keep my kiss, give the thimble in return.
He taught me something wonderful, but I have more to learn.
Mr. Kirkland's Slow Demise - PreludeMr. Kirkland's Slow Demise - Prelude2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mr Kirkland had just been buried, he had been slowly deteriorating for months, till he was found dead in his home by a young lady he had been courting at the time. She saw him already in the grip of rigour mortis while checking up on him one morning, he was pronounced dead when doctors had arrived that afternoon. A small amount of people had gathered at his grave, the man had no close family so most of the visitors were colleagues and a few friends. The mood was sombre and there was a light drizzle of rain to accompany the solemn atmosphere. There was a young woman, with plaited blonde hair tied by two purple ribbons, she approached the grave. She was crying, a white lace handkerchief wrapped around her index finger was used to wipe her eyes. In her other hand she held a bouquet of roses tightly in a white knuckled grip, like they were all she had of the now dead man who now lay six feet under the very soil she stood on. The breeze was gentle b
Anti-Bullying Fandom Squad [Fandomstuck]It was Hetalia, Homestuck, Adventure Time, and MLP, gathered together, approaching other fandoms, talking to them about something, earning either approval of whatever they were talking about, or indifference.Anti-Bullying Fandom Squad [Fandomstuck]11 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
If Supernatural wasn't in a deep moment of self-loathing (getting hate gets that to a fandom), he wasn't going to miss the fact that these four had changed their usual outfits for a similar attire that looked much like a school uniform.
And of course, you didn't have to be Sherlock to to notice an armband on each one's left arm, and offerning one of those armbands to whoever agreed with them.
And he didn't pay any attention at all, that is, not until the 'day and night' duet, Hetalia and Homestuck, approached.
"Here." Hetalia offered him one of those armbands, earning a what for? look.
"Oh, come on!" Homestuck groaned. "It says right here." and pointed to the piece of cloth.
Anti-Bullying Fandom Squad
"It's more like a support group, really.