ResentResent4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
September 2nd, 1974
David came close to throwing his guitar across the room. He'd been tuning it and retuning it for the past hour, and not once did it sound right. It was extremely frustrating, as the man never had any issues with the standard procedure. He growled, gripping the guitar with shaking hands. Breathing in and out in a meditative manner, David was able to reestablish his usual calm demeanor. That was until the door to the sound-proof studio room opened, and in came Victoria. She had on a wildly patterned sun dress, flip-flops, and her favorite floppy, sun hat.
"Hi, Dave!" she grinned big at him, closing the door. "I'm not interrupting you, am I?"
David blinked, shaking his head. "Not at all! How'd you know I was here?"
"Heh, Nick told me you were practicing up in the studio somewhere."
"Well, is there something you wanted to tell me, or were you just here for a listen-?" he played a fleeting note as a sample, wiggling his eyebrows.
Operation: Goodbye (chapter 1)Operation: Goodbye (chapter 1)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I told her to meet me upstairs for this will be our last,
I don't have enough time, so I had to make this fast,
Since her subjects is waiting for her on the bright side of the contrast,
I shrugged, "Guess our relationship will only be a thing in the past."
The door opened, and there stood was her,
"What are you doing?!" she asked in anger,
I trembled knowing it will not make me any braver,
Guess no matter what I'll do, I'll always be the loser.
Sighing I said, "I'm here to tell you that I would be leaving,"
I saw her face and for a minute I thought she would be grieving,
But in the end, she ended up smiling,
I wondered, "When will I ever learn that looks can be deceiving?"
"Goodbye," was what she said,
It was the last word that's stuck in my head,
The very word that I dread,
Will be the last I'll hear since I'm going to be dead.
Gathering my things, I realized this would be my last poem to you,
Reminiscing memories especially when you said you loved me too,
I shed a tear can't believin
LM: Red Silk VestLM: Red Silk Vest10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
In May he turn 21 on the base at Fort Bliss
"Just a Day", he said down to the flask in his fist,
"Ain't been sober, since maybe October of last year."
Here in town you can tell he's been down for a while,
But, my God, it's so beautiful when the boy smiles,
Wanna hold him…" - "Breathe (2 AM)" by Anna Nalick
February 14, 1832.
The café is silent save for the scratch of a quill on paper and the occasional clink of a glass. Only two figures haunt the silent room, both of them hunched over their respected tables. A candle casts a dull, flickering light over the room, adding slight color to the figures at the tables and making them visible in the evening light.
One of the figures, a tall, pale blond, leans back and stretches, arching his back off the chair. He closes his eyes, wincing slightly as some of the muscles in his neck protest. The other figure across the room shifts slightly, his attention captured by the movement of the other man. A bottle is lifted to chapped lips, and a
Building FortsJake soon learned that his girlfriend was incapable of sitting at a desk and writing, like a normal person. He noticed this when he went to Brielle's apartment to surprise her for lunch and found her sitting in her bedroom, on a floor, under her bed comforter. Brielle had successfully constructed herself a fort.Building Forts4 years ago in Humor More Like This
"What are you doing?" Jake asked. Brielle jumped under the blanket.
"I'm working on my book," she said innocently, crawling out for under the blanket. He saw she was still in her pajamas, compete with a Winnie the Pooh tee shirt.
Jake knew she was working on the sequel to her successful first novel, and had been for the last few months. He had never watcher her write; Brielle hated anyone watching her read or write. Now he assumed this was why, no doubt she was in fact, writing her book in her little fort.
"And you're in a fort for what reason?" He asked,
"I'm really not sure, but ever since I was a little girl, I've written stories in a fort I would build in my room. I think I
NightmareRakghouls. Thousands of them. Flashy and Sparkles spat fire at them, cutting them down one after another.Nightmare3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Zavvi kept firing, just to keep them at bay; they seemed to be thinning, and it helped that Corso was by her side. He seemed strangely silent, however, but there were more important things.
Eventually all that was left were corpses, but they seemed to fade away as her attention moved.
"Glad we got out of that, Corso." He didn't answer. "Corso?"
She turned to him, and suddenly everything else didn't matter.
His eyes were a solid yellow; no pupil, no iris, just yellow. His body twisted, contorted, mouth baring wide as his teeth lengthened and sharpened, dreadlocks twisting like serpents. Bones cracked and whined as his entire body was bent into something utterly terrifying.
Her vision was rooted to this horrific scene, spines cracking through the armour, fingers curving into talons and it wasn't Corso anymore. It was a monster.
Run. She had to run. But all she could do was move backw
Jake and OC Proposal 3ComitmentJake and OC Proposal 34 years ago in Romance More Like This
Jake sat on the couch of his girlfriend's, Brielle, apartment. Her head rested on his shoulder at eleven at night listening to the thunder break the silence of the night and the rain hit the windows as they watched Lord of the Rings. They were Brielle's favorite movies, and Jake was willing to sit through a twelve- hour movie marathon just to spend time with her.
Brielle was a daughter of Athena, two years older than Annabeth, but had not been at camp for as long. She was quiet and read when she wasn't training. Brielle attended Cambridge and studied literature; she had big plans to become a novelist.
Jake and her dated through college and grad school, it was a miracle that they made it. They spent most of the four years separated by the Atlantic, with Jake at MIT and Brielle all the way in England.
Jake loved every moment that they were together; it's why he was willing to sit through extended editions of movies that, in his opinion, were already too long.
He held he
What a Doll"Do you like it?" Gran asked, leaning forward slightly in her rocker. She smelled of Bengay and stale cigarettes, her white hair pulled tightly back from her wrinkled face.What a Doll4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I found her at an antique store down in Arlington."
"It'sshe's" Fay stammered, staring down into the glass blue eyes of the porcelain doll that Gran had sitting on her lap. "Thank you Gran," She said finally.
Fay took the doll cautiously, it's moth eaten dress rough beneath her fingers.
"You know I had a doll almost exactly like that one when I was a girl," Gran said as she lifted her knitting, her arthritic hands moving with surprising speed as she worked the needles.
"She smells funny," Fay grumbled, attempting to hold the doll further away.
"It's just from age and sitting in the back of a musty antique store," Gran explained without glancing up from her knitting. "Maybe if you're good today we can go and buy some fabric and make her a pretty new dress."
"Okay!" Fay said happily, though her smile fade
Dr Combeferre, Mother Jehan" What?" Courfeyrac asked Enjolras.Dr Combeferre, Mother Jehan5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I said, 'So what are you going to call her?' Jehan? She needs a name."
Jehan paused for a moment, before replying, "Nicolette."
"Nicolette," Enjolras repeated nodding. "People's Victory, correct?"
"Yes," Jehan beamed.
"Well, if you two are done discussing Nicolette's newly-found name, I should probably make sure everything's alright with her," Combeferre stated.
"How much experience do you have with cats?" Jehan asked, holding Nicolette protectively.
"Enough not to kill her."
Jehan gasped and began backing away.
"Nicolette's going to be just fine. We've been studying cats...for some reason. I know what I'm doing."
Courfeyrac rolled his eyes. "There's nothing right about you."
"I know," he smiled. "Which is more than you can say with this little affair."
Combeferre raised an eyebrow. Courfeyrac just smiled. The medical student shook his head before nodding to Jehan and taking the cat to the back room. Jehan knew he was onl
Courting a CaptainZavvi strode through the Taris spaceport, grinning to herself. As much as she hated the planet, the Twi'lek could not turn herself away from the Republic's cries for assistance and the promise of credits. The glory and praise for helping Governor Saresh carve some civilisation into this death-filled planet was also worth it.Courting a Captain3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Captain had to head to Nar Shaddaa now, though, and the Governor had no more work for her to do, so now was the time to leave.
As she and her companion Corso made their way to their hangar, she noticed he seemed a little unsure of himself, and thoughtful, and this made him lag behind somewhat. She paused, looking to him.
"You alright, Corso?" She asked, and he appeared to be startled out of his thoughts.
"Hm? Oh!" He shuffled a little, looking shy. "When we get back on board, I, I'd like to have a word with you, Captain."
"Can't you say it here?" He shook his head, unwilling to venture further. "Alright. I'll just have a word with Risha and make sure the Sky
For HerHearing your nameFor Her4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Makes my heart feel aloft.
Seeing your smiling face
Fills my ashen cheeks with color.
How your eyes shimmer
When I grasp your hand in mine
And twine our fingers together.
You ignore my rough exterior;
Look past that to see
The fragile, delicate soul I hold
With fumbling fingers.
How you steady them with a calm voice,
A brush of lips.
I will never take your love for granted.
For I fear I will lose myself
If I ever do.
These Feelings || Gamzee x Reader Part 1Words just couldn't express how you felt about him.These Feelings || Gamzee x Reader Part 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
Yeah sure, he was supposedly a crazy murderer..or so you've heard.
But that didn't make you feel any different about him.
You loved everything about him.
From his crazy hair to his Faygo and pie addiction. That he seemed to drink and eat all the time.
His eyes..how you got lost in them every time you looked right at him.
You were happy as could be really.
The thing was..he didn't know about 'These Feelings' whatsoever. But that suddenly all changed one day.
Sitting on your bed you lied there on your stomach while reading a book/magazine. You were just wasting your time. Doing nothing at all. When suddenly you heard your Pesterchum go off. Well who could be pestering you now? It was probably Vriska again wanting to mess around with you, you two didn't have the best relationship together.
You found her very annoying, and rude. Including many other things
The Wolf and his deal .:PrussiaXReader:. ch2Gilbert lifted you up from the ground. Your nightgown now covered in dirt and teared in some places. You looked up to his blood red eyes, this man really wanted you as his mate?The Wolf and his deal .:PrussiaXReader:. ch23 years ago in Romance More Like This
"What's the matter frau? Impressed by my awesomeness or are you terrified of waht I might do to you?" He said in a low husky voice.
You stayed silent, refusing to answer. You looked up and saw that he was smirking at you. His red eyes held a devious smirk. He dropped you in front of a tree. You got up and looked at him ready to scold him, only to have him pin you to the tree.
"You know frau, you are a peculiar girl. Most would have fainted or begged to be released." Gilbert said into your ear. His voice sent shivers down your spine as he leaned in and took another kiss. His lips were suprisingly soft and the kiss was passionate but held a rough edge to it. His arms were gripping at your waist. You found yourself kissing him back.
Suddenly he pulled away you involunterily whimpered wanting his lips on yours once
Chasing the Lark: Part 10 The Republic was very happy to let Zavvi settle into one of the hangars in Fort Garnik and send a few soldiers over, to stop her ship being stolen again, but they warned her that the volcano on Avilatan was starting looked like it was ready to erupt, so not to linger. The Twi'lek grimaced as she heard the news; it had been rumbling and shaking when she and Corso had ventured through it, so it wasn't a shock, but the mountain was huge and if it went off, she had no doubt the entire place would be buried.Chasing the Lark: Part 103 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
She shook her head of the thoughts, and accompanied Corso back to Rendia Freight, the soldiers nodding to them as they passed. The Republic had cleared out the bodies from the warehouse and some of the cargo, but personal affects had all been left in the sudden realization the volcano was playing up.
Corso said little as they walked there, and paused outside the door, the soldiers moving aside so they could pass.
"Corso," Zavvi asked, "do you want to go in alone?" He
Punishment - Reader x Loki - Chapter OneThe music in the club was pounding loudly in your ears and deep within your heart. You and your friends were here, dancing to the rhythms. It was hot in here, over some hundred people on one flashing dance floor. A lot of you already had at least one drink and people were stumbling over others. The air was heavy with the smell of sweat, alcohol and perfume. Bodies were bumping everywhere as you all danced, but it didn't matter. You were somewhere in the center of the dance floor, a song you liked had just ended and you were parched so you walk through the waves of people bouncing to the fast, upcoming beat of another song. You were half way out of the crowd, when you noticed a man looking at you from up ahead. He looked very different, but different in a good way. He had long, black hair combed back with a lot of hair gel and a smirk painted across his face. That smile, it was as if he was just testing you. Testing your sense of will which was already dulled down by the drinks you hadPunishment - Reader x Loki - Chapter One3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Imagination Loki x Reader Pt 3A/N: There is some swearing in this chapter, so if you don't like it, tough shit.Imagination Loki x Reader Pt 32 years ago in Romance More Like This
You started with the dreams a year ago.
“It started with some really vivid dreams.” You waved your arms around, as you began to narrate your story. “They started quite normally, walking down a random street with lots of people. Eventually I noticed that one person kept popping up.”
“Loki?” Director Fury interrupted. You nod.
“I didn’t recognise him; I’ve never seen him before. Anyway, he became more noticeable. After about two weeks of the same dream, I was bored and decided to approach him. The first time, he kind of brushed me off, so I kept trying. Eventually it got to the point where I was holding short conversations with him. I learnt a little, but he never gave a name. I assumed that was because I had thought him up and I couldn’t think of a decent name. This was about 2 months in. It progressed until we were able to have more personal conv
OverActive ImaginationLike verbal synesthesia,OverActive Imagination3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in my head.
bang bang bang
and all I think are flashes.
Computer fans are white noise
and clicking keys a melody.
I sleep on piles of books
and tell myself bedtime stories
that never, ever end.
It's the same one, every night.
I edit, even in my head.
One color brings four hundred synonyms to mind
and the feeling of fabric is like a burst of light.
Looking at a photograph is often over whelming,
and all I want to do is know what
they were thinking,
not what I am.
It's a curse and a blessing,
on a wing and a prayer,
and a hundred other cliches
that will never go away.
Here's to the over active imagination
that won't stop finding the meaning in everything.
Venomous: Part 6 (EnglandxReader)Venomous: Part 6Venomous: Part 6 (EnglandxReader)3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"You lied to me." His words were cold and dripping with anger as he threw you out of his grasp.
Shrinking back into the wall, you stuttered out your words, "Wh-what do you mean?"
Arthur stepped closer to you, just as slow and calculating as Antonio had. Your breathing became heavy with fear and your (e/c) eyes widened.
He stopped at the edge of his bed, only a few feet of space remaining between the two of you, and fingered his sword's hilt. "You lied to me," he stressed the words, sounding disbelieving.
He tried to keep his tone in check. "Sit down." His words were staccato and threatening.
Gulping, you made your way over to the bed, where you sat on the edge farthest from the captain. His movements were comparable to a snake striking it's prey. He snatched your hands off of your lap and snapped them together. Taking a heavy rope from his desk, Arthur tightly bound your hands together, the pressure enough to bruise.
You winced, but made no o
Thedas Academy - Modern!Dragon Age x Reader IntroTitle: Thedas - Modern!Dragon Age x ReaderThedas Academy - Modern!Dragon Age x Reader Intro1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Game: Dragon Age
characters/pairing: Dragon Age x Reader
Disclaimer: Bioware owns anything associated with Dragon Age. You own you. I only own the plot.
(l/n)- Your Last Name
The Thedas Academy. A beautiful, pristine, boarding school that housed hundreds of students from all over the world. You stood there, only inches through the front gate of the school, frozen still in the middle of the walkway that lead to this castle-like building before you, staring up at the towering white spires that seemed to pierce the endless blue sky above. Butterflies filled your stomach to the brim as you tried to muster up the courage to take that first treacherous step forward. People walked by all around you, chittering about with friends as they sent strange looks in your direction, but you didn’t care; you hardly even notice them at all. You just stood there, ment
Fragmented Thoughts - Chapter 5 (Reader)"Okay, now try to read my mind again," Banner says to you, his hand holding a pen to a paper notepad he set in front of him. You concentrate, trying to read his mind.Fragmented Thoughts - Chapter 5 (Reader)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"...A blue cat?" you say, confused. Banner shakes his head, scribbling down on his notepad. "Not even close...Something is preventing you from using your telepathy willingly."
"You mean besides a headache?" you throw in. Banner doesn't say anything, just smiles. You both are in the lab, Banner trying to help you 'develop' your new mind-reading talent. You still felt awkward and rude, invading the minds of others, but Banner assured you he was alright with you reading his mind. "Nothing can undo what I've already done," he told you, "you're not going to be seeing anything you can't already find on YouTube." It still made you a little edgy, but to know he trusts you comforts you slightly.
"Alright," Banner says after a long scribble of words,"I've seen no progress, but I think I know why."
"Does something have to happen in
The Borrowed Cloak. Pt 1 [ Cullen x Trevelyan]The Borrowed Cloak. Pt 1 [ Cullen x Trevelyan]9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Title: The Borrowed Cloak Pt. 1
Game: Dragon Age: Inquisition
characters/pairing: Commander x Nevena Trevelyan
Disclaimer: Dragon Age: Inquisition is the property of Bioware, as is Cullen and any other characters mentioned within this piece. Nevena Trevelyan is my creation, under the Dragon Age: Inquisition player character, Trevelyan.
Cullen paused on the climb to the Inquisitor's chamber, resting his hand against the wall and reconsidering for perhaps then twelfth time whether or not he should be visiting her in her private rooms. After all, they were hers and she had never invited him to visit her there. Not to mention, if any of their companions or the soldiers had seen him visit... there would be talk.
They were worse gossips than a gaggle of fish wives.
On the other hand, he reasoned, he and Nevena got on well enough, and his reason for visiting was innocent and about business. He was her advisor as well as Commander, and their time together was often so bri
~Snefnug~*Viking!Denmark X Reader*~Snefnug~~Snefnug~*Viking!Denmark X Reader*2 years ago in Romance More Like This
*Viking!Denmark X Reader X Viking!Nordics*
Even if Denmark was seemingly the most protected Nordic country out of all when it came to cold - as Lukas told her at least - temperatures dropped low too in there by night,leaving a thin layer of white visible in the morning over both flowing and non moving waters.
The situation wasn't as bad though,as snow hadn't even properly formed,delicate flakes not falling from the greyish silvery clouds which made the atmosphere almost suffocating. There was a certain crisp in the air and people were quite allerted for their own sake,because food seemed to grow scarce,but also a blessing because of their leader sudden leave.
Southern enemies wouldn't have advanced through snow and the whole good thing about the Northen climate was the fact that it kept enemies at bay,especially in winter.
Now wasn't an exception either,as not there mere sight of enemy was to be seen. Only the thin line of the horizon,anemically paint
Pirate!Netherlands X Reader ~The Witness Part 3~Pirate!Netherlands X Reader ~The Witness Part 3~2 years ago in Drama More Like This
In the Nearby Future
You run, down the darkened alleyway, gasping for breath as you glance over your shoulders, and stumble to the ground on the hard cobblestones. The wind is knocked out of you and you cry out in pain; you’ve landed on your favored arm, and you clumsily heave yourself to your feet, your shoes making the same old click on the road.
The cutlass hanging from your belt loop bobs innocently, and you consider pulling it out for a moment, but then look behind you and realize that it’s much too soon to try to teach yourself the fine art of fencing.
“Run,” you think to yourself, and you tear off again, into the night, knowing that if you get caught, it will certainly be the last time, and the last chance, you will ever have at seeing the sunlight again.
Captain Roderich Edelstein was an elegant man of fine clothes and the air of a gentleman. He boarded Abel’s ship from his own, where his crew, as finely groomed as he was, watched. Edelstei