Master and slaveKneeling silentlyMaster and slave9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Arms resting palms up on her knees.
Hair caressing her cheeks,
It is for Him she awaits.
Standing tall, walking proud,
His power surrounding Him
His eyes deep and captivating
It is for her He has come.
She reaches up and touches her neck,
Feeling His collar around it.
She knows she is owned.
He enters the room,
Sees what is His
Moves toward her,
Places a hand on the back of her head
Breathless, heart racing
She leans against his leg
She is where she belongs
At His side.
He leans down and whispers,
'You are mine'
softly he kisses her lips,
before he takes her hair into his hand.
Knowing what is to come,
She looks up at him
'I love you Sir', she speaks softly
It all seems like a dream
Floating on the sensations of His pain
A sadistic smile upon His face.
Where He begins and ends,
Where she begins and ends
Unknown and unseen,
They are Master and slave.
Sleep talkSleep talk4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jack Harkness smiled softly as he watched his young lover sleep;
watching Ianto was fast becoming one of Jacks favorite hobbies.
Ianto shifted in his sleep, squeezing himself closer into Jack's hot body,
away from to cold concrete wall beside the small bed.
"Dim, peidiwch â lladd bod arth Panda!" he mutters into Jack's chest, Jack could feel Ianto's warm breath on his naked skin, and chuckled quietly. He might not have be able to speak Welsh very well but he could understand it. He was also used to having bazaar conversations with a sleeping Ianto, it would range from how to get Janet into a dress to whether or not there are parallel world's where another pair of Jack and Ianto's were doing the same thing.
"which one, Yan?" Jack whispered to his lover, his lips brushing the pale, soft skin on his forehead.
"Mae'r Melyn un"
"why don't you want it hurt?"
"mae'n gwybod y ffordd i Narina" Ianto answered with a child like innocents, but Jack got the impression that had Ianto been awake
This Is Our Sweet Blasphemy 007With my newly found promise to Ashley I was actually feeling sort of good about tonight. Normally I hate losing, in fact I more than hate it, I despise it. It makes my skin crawl, but someone I seemed to be okay with losing this time.This Is Our Sweet Blasphemy 0074 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I'd actually been thinking about the game since last night. I did semi want to go, because well he'd be there. I just didn't have an excuse to actually go, without looking like some love sick stalker. None of my friends ever attended those games, they had no reason to. I'd just end up sitting there looking dumb.
I mean I'd still be sitting there alone, looking dumb tonight, but at least I'd have a reason to be. It was lunch time now, although I was a bit late to my normal seat I still managed to get there. I sat down, a smile still plastered on my face.
Scout took a bite of her pizza, before looking over at me.
"What's got you smiling so bright?" she asked.
"Oh, nothing" I said, trying to keep from showing my excitement too much. She rolled her eyes, catc
Fall of ManI remember thinking: if this were a story, it would be alright. Even tragedies have meaning when someone else holds the pen. But this is not a story. Unless it is.Fall of Man1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There was me cradling you in the wreckage of a building; and in the distance, the sounds of running and screaming and alarms of ambulances, everyone calling for help, and there, another building collapsing.
A snowflake fell on your forehead and for a moment it seemed more important than the blood, more important than bombs falling from the sky, the war that had begun. Blocks away perhaps a television was somehow still on, perhaps it screamed propaganda. All I knew was you had no reason to be punished.
People can’t run with broken legs, and you also had a broken arm, and when I heard another woman scream for her beloved to come back to life, I knew you would die.
I should have remembered what you whispered to me, but the planes above were too loud. If I had heard your last word
Pray for TurkmenistanTurkmenistan is one of the six Turkic states in Central Asia.Pray for Turkmenistan4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
It is bordered by Afghanistan to the southeast, Iran to the south
and southwest, Uzbekistan to the east and northeast, Kazakhstan to
the north and northwest and the Caspian Sea to the west.
The population is over 5 million
Ashgabat is the capital.
Turkmenistan is the second largest country in Central Asia
Turkmenistan's possesses the world's fourth largest
reserves of natural gas resources.
Turkmenistan was one of the last of the Soviet Republics to secede.
9% Eastern Orthodox
In antiquity Turkmenistan was controlled by a succession of empires:
Persian, Macedonian, Parthia, Mongolian and Afghanistan.
By 1894 Russia gained control of Turkmenistan
Turkmenistan declared independence on 1991.
Many remnants of the old Communist system remain.
GolemWe remember when you dug us from the riverbank, but we forgive you. The water was cold and the people had need of us.Golem3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We remember when you divided and shaped us, but we forgive you. We were without form and the people had need of us.
We remember when you put us in flames, but we forgive you. We were soft and the people had need of us.
We recall the day when you sent us against swords. This we forgive. The people had need of us: we would not desert them when foes were near.
We remember when you broke us with hammers. Even this we forgive. The battle was won, and the people had no more need of us.
But though shattered, we remained on the hillside, for no people came to sweep the shards away. This too we forgive, for our eyes remained littering the ground and it allowed us to see.
We saw you crowned and we rejoiced though our own heads were shattered. We saw rings on your fingers and we applauded though our own hands were lost. We saw robes on your shoulders and we were glad, though our o
Guards Of The Independence DayMy, Miss, do not neglect theeGuards Of The Independence Day4 years ago in Settings More Like This
We guard these streets, pastures and fields
Dogs of war... we will watch over you tonight
Oath sworn to you under attention rest and gaze of steel
We sport armor covers; your love keeps our flame of life
We carry swords to slay; praying to God they come to no use
We store photos of our lovers; those whom we fight for the most
We march these streets; we Guards of the Independence Day
A pang of sadness is dulling in my heart as I remember
I fight for my loved ones and for my country; doing my job
Freedom ain't free and I will stand in harm's way for you
Regret shall not be had if it is my blood shed in defense
They will bury me in an open field under my waving flag
Songs of praise and pain will carry in the wind that day
Fellow Guards can attest there was no regret and shall never be
And that I still stand watch over all of you tonight
My, Miss, do not neglect my brothers and me
All of us returning with smiles into open arms
We shall return every rotation to
Unlikely SaviorThe young girl stumbled slowly through the freezing rain. All she had for protection from the elements was a ragged dress. She was so cold, but she was too weak from starvation to try to warm herself. She did not even have the strength to shiver. She could barely stand, but she somehow managed to keep walking and walking and walking . What else was there to do? She walked on aimlessly; almost in a daze. She did not know where she was going. She had no place to go. She only knew that she had to keep moving. She was afraid of what would happen if she stopped.Unlikely Savior5 years ago in Settings More Like This
As she walked the dark streets, she would lean on a building for support every once in a while. She would take a moment to catch her breath, and then continue on. Every now and then, she might give a weak cough. She had been fighting a bad cold ever since the Great War had ende
046. FamilyPrussia peered down at the small boy in his arms; his pale eyebrows were furrowed together in thought, but his mouth was quirked up in a slight smile.046. Family5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"You came across him alone and sleeping?" Old Fritz asked, smiling at the still resting boy.
"Yep, and I haven't heard a peep from him since," Prussia replied, very cautiously rocking the boy; he wasn't used to holding kids. "I think he's the same as me, Fritz; a nation, you know?" he asked.
Fritz nodded, "Then you are best equipped to raise him," he said, smiling.
Prussia laughed, "You're joking! Me? Raise this kid? Ha! No way, I'm too busy beating up that lousy aristocrat to-"
"Things between this country and Austria's are settling down, Gilbert; now please, quiet down, lest you wake the child." Fritz ordered.
Prussia hushed and looked down again at the toddler in his arms; he was still sleeping so peacefully How could he feel such peace and safety in the arms of an awesome warrior such as himself?
Germany cooed softly and wiggle
A world without DJs - Ch 1A world without DJs - Chapter 1A world without DJs - Ch 14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
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The world tends to change under different circumstances. Sometimes it seems that everything is okay under a proper, perfect order. But inside it is like a massive chaos.
This chaos begun just a year ago when there still were popular DJ's in the world and they all were friends, they never tried to compete with each other. They accepted each other.
But then, something happened. There was someone who wasn't happy about how everyone was equal with each other. This man's wrath and jealousy turned into a huge chaos after he got what he wanted.
All the music was soon gone. Forbidden. There was only one artist whose music was free to be listened.. Actually, everyone was forced to listen to his music. He joined the whole world together and built a massive city just to keep everyone close to him.
And everyone had to wear the well-known symbol of him. If there was someone who didn't, he was either taken
012. Insanity Pt. 2"It is my fault."012. Insanity Pt. 25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Pardon?" England snapped, raising an eyebrow at the pale Prussian.
"Germany's Nazism and the death camps they're my fault." Prussia said in a tone that was devoid of any emotion. His red eyes were underscored by shadowy circles that were as dark as bruises; they had been acquired by sleepless nights and unending nightmares, and of days filled with inerasable sights.
"I caused him to be this way " he continued, swallowing to aid his scratchy throat in speaking more clearly.
"So, please, dismantle me, not him; I deserve to be punished for this," he finished, his voice ending in a raspy whisper.
Let me be the one who is punished for our sins he mentally pled.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Germany nod, "What my bruder said is true," he coldly agreed; his boss wanted to see Prussia dismantled.
The Allies' faces grew thoughtful as they pondered over this turn of events; what should they do?
Finally, after taking a deep breath, England spoke, "All in
039. DreamsFrederick II, also known as Old Fritz, was quietly watching out his window at his young charge; the boy was waving around his small sword and chanting things like 'Praise me!' 'Kneel to me!' and so forth.039. Dreams5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sighing in quiet amusement, he stepped outside and headed towards the young nation, "Gilbert, what are you doing?" he asked, smiling.
The albino child whirled around in surprise, "Old Fritz! I was, uh, just practicing," he explained, sheathing his weapon.
"Practicing?" Fritz questioned and Prussia nodded solemnly.
"Someone as awesome as me has to be the best at fighting!" he declared and Fritz inwardly chuckled at the boy's enthusiasm.
"Is that so?" he asked, kneeling down to Prussia's level.
Gilbert nodded; he wanted to become strong so he could protect the man that had become his father of sorts, but he was way too awesome to ever admit to a thing like that. He had become the Kingdom of Prussia in 1701 and it was now several decades later; Old Fritz had just taken the throne and was
005. Seeking Solace"I thought I'd find you here praying away, as usual. You know, if you'd just behave yourself; you wouldn't feel so guilty," Hungary quipped, kneeling beside her fellow knight.005. Seeking Solace5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Prussia looked up at her, his eyes even redder than usual, "I don't know what you're talking about; you're so weird," he said in a hoarse tone.
Hungary sighed, "Of course you don't," she said simply, knowing his ego wouldn't let him open up, or 'be weak' as he preferred to call it.
"Does this have to do with today's battle?" she asked, trying to get him to talk anyway.
Prussia looked away, but his head barely moved in a nod.
"It was your first time killing someone, I'm guessing?" Hungary gently asked.
"Yeah it was." Prussia admitted in a very quiet tone.
Hungary blinked, she wasn't used to him being so quiet and well, normal; he was usually shouting about how great he was and waving his sword around.
Shifting nervously, she put a gentle hand on his shoulder, "I don't know if this helps or not, but uh, i
Aph: If Your Name Is... Ch. 8Chapter 8: America, then I would choose the 'run over' optionAph: If Your Name Is... Ch. 84 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Bloody hell! Stay away from me, you frog!"
"All I want is compensation."
"For this lovely mark that your toy left on me."
"He's not my toy! And you deserved that! You shouldn't burst into people's hotel rooms!"
"I just wanted to join in on the fun~. He didn't have to throw a lamp at me "
"France, shut the hell up." A voice threatened from the other side of the table. Both France and England turned to see America glaring intently at the Frenchman. America was not happy. He was hungry and pissed about the prior night's events. All America had wanted was for him and England to spend some quality time together. More specifically, the American had wanted the Brit panting and nearly screaming his name on top of the bed sheets that would forever be stained. And he had been so close. The older male had been prepared and everything, but a certain tipsy Frenchman just had to jump in and ru
Kuroshitsuji : Yes, my ladyNotice! In this story, Ciel Phantomhive is a girl! ( to make it more interesting )Kuroshitsuji : Yes, my lady5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The early morning arrived and the butler silently opened the door to the chamber.
"It's morning, young lady." he said and opened the drapes, letting the sunlight float in.
He walked up to the bed and watched Ciel Phantomhive slowly open her eyes.
"Sebastian..?" she mumbled, still half asleep.
"Yes, young lady." Sebastian started preparing the tea. "For breakfast, I have prepared a minted potato salad, served with toast."
Ciel got out of bed and walked up to her closet. She chose a vermillion dress with pastel laces and a linen robe to wear underneath. She took of her nightgown, completely ignorant of Sebastian, and put on the robe and the dress. She then walked back to the bed, took the tea from her butler and turned around, allowing Sebastian to tie the behind of her dress.
"Today's plans, Sebastian." she said.
"Yes, young lady. After breakfast, madam Rodkin will visit regarding the ball next
W. Romania - Sweden Speaks? I always wonder what Berwald Oxenstierna has to say. I always thought of what he sounds like or if he could actually communicate. He's rather mute and seems to have an expressionless face day in and day out. However, people are bothered by this trait. It really puzzles me how people would be so intimidated by this man. He doesn't look so frightening; I'd say he's pretty handsome. His appearance is simply tall with blond hair and a set of deep blue eyes that gave his face more meaning. His voice must be a fine one, too. I would assume his vocal chords portray more of a lower tone.W. Romania - Sweden Speaks?5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I wish to find out myself.
I always loved meeting new nations and me meeting this one would be a great achievement. To know different countrys is amazing to me, getting to understand them and become good friends is even better. I have created my mission to talk to Berwald.
We Who Are SilentWe are the ones you ignore,We Who Are Silent1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The girl with her hair over her face,
Who hides in the back of the class,
Who veils herself with anonymity.
We are the victims, the wreckage,
The boy, beaten and broken,
Tossed aside, for another bully to abuse,
The child who never had a friend.
We are the ones you pity,
The girl who cuts her soul,
Every time she looks in the mirror,
The face looking back her nightmare.
We are the ones who were worthless,
The boy who never liked sports,
Who mused on words, who crafted poems,
Who was the pariah for not liking violence.
We are the ones you never hear.
We don't fill the world with endless chatter,
We don't speak every idle thought.
We bide our time, let it simmer within.
We are the ones you remember,
The girl with striking eyes, wise yet young.
The boy who never could stop the music,
The person who composed symphonies of color.
We are the ones you hate.
We are different, the children of Creation.
We are the ones you bully, the ones
You can't bear to see success
APH-Not How it Should've BeenAPH-Not How it Should've Been6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was the Ninth of November, 1989, a remarkable day in the history of Germany in which the Berlin Wall was pulled down. That morning, a young man of barely over 20 hovered over the counter in his kitchen, obsessively keeping it spotless. His blonde hair was slicked back and he wore a plain black T-shirt with jeans, blue eyes watching warily for anything in the house that he could clean or rearrange. Once he realized that everything was in order, he sighed and wiped the sweat off his brow. He had spent many sleepless nights that week thinking of the Wall finally being brought down and being able to see his older brother again.
"You have finally finished cleaning after months of work, Germany?" Austria asked jokingly as he took a moment to pass by.
The blonde man straightened up and gave the brown-haired man a stern look. "I am just making sure this house is in perfect condition before Prussia comes home," he stated.
What he said was true, but it was mostly to appease his anxiety of thi
_OC_ APH: Valentine's... x2_OC_ APH: Valentine's... x24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ha, Valentine's Day. What a joke, seriously! Romania thought as she was sitting on a bench in one of the pretty parks in Bucharest. Her white, simple dress was smoothly covering her body, accentuating her curves without any hidden meaning, really. Chin in her palm, hands on her knees, she let out a long, unhappy sigh, as her eyes followed the couples walking past her and whispering sweet and occasional disturbing things. Oh how she sometimes wished so bad that she couldn't understand Romanian because those people were just driving her crazy. Jealous-crazy. It wasn't even a Romanian holiday, for God's sake! Why were they so keen on showing their love to everyone?! Then again, she was probably thinking that because she was too selfish to appreciate the happiness of others. True, she was aware, which was probably why she didn't
the eyepatch and the handcuffs his hands have promisedthe eyepatch and the handcuffs3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to wipe off every fingerprint
your last lover left on you
he has sworn he will
wear gloves, when he needs to,
and pay attention to the instructions on the boxes
"this side up"
and you have sworn
you will try to let him
i hear your bodies whispering these things to each other
when you think i'm asleep
and i've seen your nervous window-glances
when he is mumbling oaths into your neck
you still cherish the swirling bruises
because you think they're all you deserve
-Fanfiction?- Bloody SundayJanuary 22, 1905-Fanfiction?- Bloody Sunday6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
St. Petersburg, Russia
A hoard of people. People by the thousandsno, hundreds of thousands. Marching, singing, advancing, shivering it must have been cold. Werent they cold? Even inside, the Soviet winter spared no one; he wore his scarf and full military regalia and still it was bitter.
He brushed his fingers against the window. A sheet of ice. He drew away.
They were getting closer now. What did they want? He could pick up their voices. Some were singing God Save the Tsar. Others were shouting.
Though he did not want to admit it to himself, he could feel it festering in the back of his mind; the notion that trouble was brewing. Watching solemnly as the crowd persevered against the snow, he caught, out of the corner of his eye, a long, greasy barrel propped against the wall.
They were closer now. A few faces on the front lines became more than just the abstract blur of a distant mob. Singing. Shouting. Indistinct. A cacophony of hum
A Battle Cry For RomaniaWhat are we to be?A Battle Cry For Romania6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He asked poignantly
Where do we go from here
a devilish orb of sphere
The root of our misery
stems from a Marxist ideology
His heart weeps dry for Romania's
We have been brutalized
our mind forced to submit
'til all our citadels suffer defeat
The root of our misery
stems from Marxist ideology
His heart weeps dry for Romania's
What is the difference between
capitalism, communism, and fascism?
Is it mere liberty, equality, and prosperity?
or the diabolical class warfare waged eternally?
The root of our misery
stems from Marxist ideology
His heart weeps dry for Romania's
He sees his Romania swaddled in decay
Youth with no direction future in disarray
Ignorance with confusion effused dissipation
yet his soul feeds vision of revival's commission
The root of our misery
stems from Marxist ideology
His heart weeps dry for Romania's
Do not misjudge him as progress' foe
nor a fool fo
WitchA witch is someone attuned to nature, and the gentle flow of life, the passing seasons, and the phases of the moon. She senses the constant flow of energy and seeks to understand and shape it. She sees life and nature as sacred and beautiful, and so she strives to heal and nourish both. A witch is ruled by her heart and intuition, she holds nothing back as she faces the world with courage and a lust for adventure and life. She discovers the mysteries, the magick that lies within her, reclaiming them for women everywhere. She is the embodiment of love and compassion, always giving of herself to those in need. She will be aggressive in defending those who can not defend themselves, the oppressed and abused. Seeking justice for all the wrongs. A witch is independent and free, sexually liberated, and untamed. A witch is one who is inlove with the Goddess as well as herself.Witch10 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I embrace the word witch wearing it proudly for all the world to see. It is a sacred word between those who