Shukaku's Fun 3Shukaku's Fun 38 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Gaara woke early the next morning....
As the sun was rising.
He groaned as he sat up, his body sore....
From both the long fall he had endured...
Displeasing treatment he had received from Shukaku.
He sighed shakily as he rose to his feet....
Feeling as though splinters were stuck in every part of his body....
But he slowly trudged back home.
He could feel tension building.....
He could feel a sense of menace from the demon.
It was more murderous than usual.
As Gaara entered his home....
He got ambushed by his worried sister.
Where were you? Are you okay? Did you- did anything happen? she asked quickly...jumping from one question to the next. Gaaras eyes narrowed at her corrected question. He knew what she had been about to say.
No, I didnt kill anyone. he replied coldly, walking past her....
Ignoring the other questions.He was sure...
She wouldnt want to know the truth.
That he had left the village....to avoid hurting anyone durin
Gaara.His name is Gaara, and he loves only himself.Gaara.7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Gaara; a name spit from the lips of the woman who bore him, a woman who died bringing him into this world as he was ripped from her body. She named him Gaara: A demon who loves only himself. She named him Gaara so that he would not only be reminded of the thing that he was by the fact that the parasite inside him wouldn't let him sleep or feel pain; he would be reminded of his mother's hate and pain everytime someone said his name. She planted a seed that he could never claw out, a seed so deep that he would spend the majority of his life trying to dig his fingers around the roots of the parasitic plant.
Gaara has his mother's hate, her soft features and her large eyes, his father's hair and his uncle's tendency to lie. Gaara is six years old and has no friends. He's never fallen and scraped his knee or been careless with scissors and with every inch of his body he longs to feel pain that will eventually h
MerNinja- prt 13MerNinja- prt 137 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Lee groaned pathetically as the kazekage groped the leaf while still fast asleep. His hand moved over spandex stealthily until it found the spot it was looking for. Lees groin then got squeezed and pulled on punishingly, and he yelped in shock. He twisted as much as he could in Gaaras lap and stared at the ivory features. He had an urge to slap the redhead....
But instead settled for grabbing onto the shoulders and shaking viciously.
G-Gaara....wake up, dammit!
Lee watched Gaara for a moment before bursting into laughter.
But a hand abruptly slapped him.
Shh...the syrup will catch us....Mmmm.....ohhhh, that feels good."
Youre forgetting about me to screw a waffle? Im hurt...
Lee was playing along...it was just too damn funny.
What? No. I-Im not screwing a waffle. Im...uh...sitting on it!
Uh huh...then whats it doing up your ass?
There was a pause.
Truth Or Dare (YAOI)Knock.Truth Or Dare (YAOI)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR."
"I'M SORRY. I'M COMING!"
The door opened, and the four saw Emile smiling brightly.
"You don't have to cuss at me," He pointed out, causing a huff to come from Josh.
"Not unless a person won't come to the damn door," He mumbled out, causing Tyler to snicker in the back round.
Reese rolled her eyes and smiled brightly after she punched Tyler in the shoulder. "Hey, Emile!" She greeted.
At that moment, Tim appeared out of no where and smiled brightly at the group. "Hi, guys!" He said, happily. (But, then again, Tim is always happy.)
"Hi!" Reese also said happily.
Jon was in the backround, watching them come in. "Hey guys," He said.
Tyler smiled brightly. "Hi~!" He said rather loudly.
How the ended up on the floor yelling at each other while empty cans of soda were being thrown at each other, were beyond them.
One minute, they were playing Just Dance, the next Donna yelled at Tyler, Tyler fell someh
Shukaku's Fun-2:REWORKEDShukaku's Fun-2:REWORKED8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Temari and Kankuro successfully chained Gaara down....
In a steel room....
Gaara started shaking when left alone in the cold, dark chamber.
Im not going to kill unnecessarily anymore. he promised himself fiercely.
The inner demon asked in shock.
Gaaras aqua gaze drifted to the ceiling....
His expression blank as he conversed in his head....
No more. he answered Shukaku flatly.
Yes, I think you will. the demon warned him dangerously.
NO!Gaara battled back....
He was determined not to shed more blood...
It was so useless...
He was insistent on putting his murderous past behind himself....but....
I dont think you remember what happened last time. Shukaku started threateningly.
Oooooh....it felt so good too..... he purred pleasurably.
His memories of that specific incident still haunted him.
S.T.A.B. M.E. TEASER CHAPTERS.T.A.B. M.E. TEASER CHAPTER4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Late one evening, a man sat in his office at a desk absently signing some paperwork. The small lamp next to him provided just enough light for him to see what he was signing. He was forfeiting his ownership of a building that was left to him in his father's will. His father's words in the will instructed that he should continue running the establishment as a boarding school, but the man grew up there under his father's strict rules. He did not want a part of it. He hated the place and he hated the memories. He tried selling the old school, but nobody wanted to buy it. It was too large for a house, but too small for a hotel. The man had spent a good year and a half trying to find a Real Estate agent that was actually helpful, but had no luck. So, as a last resort, he was just going to abandon the building.
The man loosened the collar of his crinkled, white shirt as he continued reading the will. He never really noticed how messy his father's handwriting was until now. Most children grow
immortal enemyi heard you whisperimmortal enemy2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
my name tonight; you're buried
eight miles away.
june fifteenthtoday isjune fifteenth1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and your fingers between mine,
warm and damp in the heat.
my legs stick to
plastic lawn chairs,
my body sticks to yours
like bubblegum-fresh paste,
melting into you
and liking what it becomes.
black asphalt boy,
you are sizzling leather
and suffocating air
in an overheated car.
we walk across the shore
and the soles of my feet
yearn for the cool damp sand
struggling for breath
between the waves.
"I don't want to
forget this," I say,
and you smile and
close your eyes
like the sun setting,
slowly, streaking down
the sky of your face.
the sun is so far but
you're right here
and I think I might
be in love with you.
I'll move on to autumn
but you'll still be
in summer, forever,
living and living
until the day you die.
10 Positive Quotes1."Sometimes you have to kind of die inside in order to rise from your own ashes and believe in yourself and love yourself to become a new person"- Gerard Way10 Positive Quotes5 years ago in Drama More Like This
2."Suicide is a serious thing. And if you know anyone who is suicidal, you need to get them help. No one should be in pain. Everyone should love themselves."- Gerard Way
3. "There was a moment in my life when I really wanted to kill myself. And there was one other moment when I was close to that. But even in my most jaded times, I had some hope"- Gerard Way
4. "Drugs are a waste of time. They destroy your memory and self respect and everything that goes along with your self esteem."- Kurt Cobain
5. "Heroes are ordinary people who make themselves extraordinary"- Gerard Way
6. "Be yourself, don't take anything from anyone and never let them take you alive."- Gerard Way
7. "No matter how ugly the world gets or how stupid it shows me it is, I always have faith"- Gerard Way
8. "One day your life will flash before
teethmy mother used to say,teeth1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
"never fall in love with something
that can leave you behind."
now I understand, now I know
that humans were
given legs for a reason,
that moving on
is a state of mind on migration.
if I told you I loved you,
would you cut out my tongue?
I can still hear your voice when you said
you could never love anyone else,
and now all I can think is
Unreserved ch. 1Unreserved Chapter 1Unreserved ch. 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Harley grumbled to herself as she walked through the desert, kicking the dirt and stirring up little clouds of dust with each step. She hated being the one sent off to fetch more supplies.
"Bitches can get their own shit," she mumbled to herself and wiped her forehead with the back of her hand.
It was hot in California, no doubt about it. The sun beat down on her relentlessly. She didn't mind being out and about, so long as she was kicking some draculoid ass or doing some other activity to put an end to BL/ind., but being errand runner was not on Harley's list of favorite things to do.
Sweat dripped off of her forehead, she felt it sliding down her back. Harley thought about the words she had forever inked onto her neck. She swept her white blond hair, their tips freshly dyed a bright red color, out of the way and slid her fingers along the words "one day I'll fly away". They coincided with her wings that she also had tattooed, one on each shoul
Sticks and Stones:Chapters 7-9Chapter 7:Sticks and Stones:Chapters 7-94 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
One of the cool things about photography is being able to pause time and preserve it forever. A sunset right at its peak, an ocean wave crashing onto a beach, a dear friend jumping with joy, forever frozen in midair. Each image, each memory, is eternally contained, only threatened by the wrath of deletion.
And as I walked though my front door that afternoon, I unleashed that wrath, my camera noisily and mindlessly agreeing with each merciless choice. Beep. Too blurry. Beep. Erase photo? Beep. Yes, please. Beep. Photo erased. Beep. Didn't even mean to take that. Beep. Erase photo? Beep. Yes, please. Beep. Photo erased. And the process continued until only the good, non-blurry, meant-to-capture memories remained.
I always felt slightly guilty about deleting pictures. Even if they were just a duplicate of another or a finger blocking the lens, still, they were moments of reality I had been lucky enough to keep, now lost forever. But sometimes, I suppose, it's best to
treasureI watched beauty die today.treasure1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
She said, "I've lived too long
and now nobody knows
what I really am."
olivearmies march in time,olive1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
shouting and stamping
into Vietnam swamps
with booming voices
and dirty boots.
a soldier can't keep up,
falls to the side in tall jungle grass
and vomits out his homesickness
into the damp shrubs.
while the American girl
giggles and taps her nails
on the grimy paint of the bar,
chewing the toothpick
of her martini.
outside, leaves curl into mulch,
and summer shrivels
like a rotting pea pod.
HCoaRS Chapter 13HCoaRS Chapter 135 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Velcome back child. Velcome to zhe city vhere you vere born. Now you know zhe truth."
"What ? What happened ?"
"Jack! Oh my god, I'm so glad you're alright!"
"Clara? What's going on? Mrs. Tenenbaum?"
"You sent the little sister."
"Yes. I did."
"I sent Clara to find you and Faith vhen you vere in Fort Frolic. She vas vonce a little sister as vell. Faith's best friend to be exact. You three vere almost inseperable."
"But we Faith and I were genetically engineered to grow older faster. How did you ?"
"Sometimes I would sneak into the treatment sessions. I would act like I was Faith. The lab hands didn't know the difference, so they just gave it to me. And when they wouldn't give it to me, I would steal it myself."
"She vanted to be vith her friends."
"You and Faith were the only friends I ever had."
"But you vere sent up to zhe surface. You are Fontaine's sla
they say his bark is worse than his bitethe lime green telephonethey say his bark is worse than his bite2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
demands to be answered,
its bell-biting voice
a wolf in sheep's clothing.
she picks up, yawning,
invisible to prying payphone eyes
in her blurred lipstick
and last night's dress.
"who's there?" she asks,
and the man just laughs
because he knows she's already
caught in his fishing net,
the poor discounted mermaid
flopping in the moonlight.
she can't remember the last time
her mother called, or the last time
she rode a bike.
one day her childhood got fed up
with her wicked ways and left
without a trace.
for some reason, she keeps looking for it,
the convict joyriding down a nostalgic road
closed off by orange cones.
the phone call lasts thirty seconds
at the most.
she bites her lip and stretches,
slips into stilettos by the bed.
her joints creak as she stands,
warning her, telling her
she's too old
to be breaking her own heart like this.
she pretends she doesn't hear,
purse noisy with quarters.
outside, a mosquito
hits the bug zapper
she shakes her h
Merry Fucking Christmas'Twas the night before ChristmasMerry Fucking Christmas7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And all through the house
Not a sound could be heard
'Cause the family was out
Except for the girl
Who had curled up to cry
'Neath the boughs of the tree
On that cold winter's night
Now, a Christmas tree
With lights all a glow
While the windows outside
Reflect falling snow
Is no place to mourn
No, its no place to weep
When the parents arent home
And the households asleep
But her heart's like a candle
Of old, melted wax
That's held not a flame
Since two Christmases past
So while the next day would dawn
With festivity and cheer
She would paste on a smile
Like she had every year
And with the giving of hugs
She would receive of their kisses
And partake in the granting
Of little kids wishes
All the while thinking,
Merry [fucking] Christmas
lunarWhen I was six years old,lunar1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I decided I wanted to
eat the moon.
Mom with her pink frayed bathrobe
and tired eyes
told me to go to sleep,
that I had school in the morning.
Dad with his stacks of books
and prickly beard
told me that it was impossible,
the moon was too distant.
Well, guess what?
I ate the fuckin moon.
And it was delicious.
Bitches can't tell me shit,
I'll eat the fuckin moon if I want to.
Clear WristA clear wrist, barren of scars,Clear Wrist1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
as opposed to skin sauntered in marks,
tells a trickier story than it's soiled and raw,
uncaring, unkempt counter part.
Bravery, I think it holds,
the strength to bare unimaginable loads
of pain and suffering through endless times,
and withstanding the agony of sleepless nights.
Some think it is fear, the reluctance to cut,
but I believe it opposite, it show courage and guts.
To bear your pain without a nick on your wrist,
is like a solider braving his terrain while being torn limb from limb.
Agonizing as it is, to hide your pain,
you do it so well, and no attention you'll gain.
At the end of the day, it's not cry for attention,
rather a cry for the victory that's silently mentioned.
Your scars are those not self inflicted,
and despite the gnawing intention,
to harm yourself and ease your pain,
the scars you earn are rightfully gained.
In a room of those who have jumped the gun,
and left traces of blood deep in their arms,
do not be tempted to do the sam
Remember me.We were seventeen when we met.Remember me.1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The first thing you said to me
was "Open your eyes
You were a collection of
skinned knees and your
father's broken promises,
holding onto your fears
like miniature phantoms
clinging to the bit of skin beneath your eyes,
the indentations of muscle in your chest.
You taught me how to make
You taught me that every little
every pop of pain,
was God's design,
and if he was a painter,
you said I'd be the Mona Lisa.
You said I was a work of art.
You made big towering claims
like your hopes for San Francisco,
you piled me up like cities and skyscrapers
and buildings tourists flocked to
just to take a photograph,
capture a single memory.
When I broke my bones,
you laughed it off and said,
"People, we're just like
big versions of dolls,
snapping limbs and
cracking under pressure
the way anything does,"
and after getting pissed and
nursing my cast,
Epectase(French version below)Epectase1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Free the frail captive bird from this gaol
Of my entrails; with this drum striking with all its strength,
Make it violently beat to the small of my back.
Pour your poison into the phial of my body, inflict me
A deliciously slow death and let me leave,
Fly and be out of my mind, bewitched by your charms.
I thought I was sentenced to live a vagrant life
Until our gazes knock together on a battlefield
Your smell against mine and your curves finishing me off.
From your ardent and punitive lips, atone me for my desire
Make me feel alive again,
Libère le frêle oiseau prisonnier de cette geôle
De mes entrailles ; avec ce tambour tapant de toutes ses forces,
Fais-le battre violemment au creux de mes reins.
Déverse ton poison dans la fiole de mon corps, inflige-moi
Une mort délicieusement lente et laisse-moi partir,
Voler et délirer, ensorcelée par tes charmes.
Je me croyais
powerless, and reaching."He's the kind of personpowerless, and reaching.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
who tells me to 'cheer up'
when I'm depressed,"
he says, scoffing,
and I shake my head
"What a useless comment."
He chuckles, agrees,
but I keep thinking about
about all the "cheer up"s
and "just be happy"s
he's heard in his life.
I want to say "cheer up,"
I want my words to magically
cure him, heal him,
crush his depression
in a way that no pills ever could,
but I know it doesn't work like that.
Happiness is not an item
to be obtained with quarters
it is not a country to travel to
in airplanes and sailboats.
Happiness is a change in the wind,
a flicker from east to west
that cannot be upheld permanently.
For him, it is a road
blocked by people who roll their eyes
and tell him to get over himself.
When I wrap my arms around him,
he laughs again,
sinks into my body.
I think about hollow rooms,
sound echoing off the walls.