Just Be Friends -English Ver.-Just Be Friends -English Ver.-6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Just be Friends English Adaption
Just be friends All we gotta do
Just be friends It's time to say goodbye
Just be friends All we gotta do
Just be friends Just be friends...
Late yesterday it came to mind, just a simple matter
Like trying to pick up glass that already broke and shatter
Something red is dripping down from a small cut in my hand
Is this really what we had both wanted in the end?
Even though I knew the answer deep down in my heart
The choice that was better had to be the one thats most hard
My selfish side refuses and repeats contradictions
When will I be able to tell you my emotions?
In the world that Im in I see it slowly decay
Im struggling but it is the only way
Carving your fading smiles into my memory
I pulled out the plug
And I scream with my hoarse voice
Rebounding, resounding; it echoes only in vain
There is nothing left of me now I am unchained
I have never felt emptier than right now
The accidents that had kept us together
Are breaking d
frollo esmeralda fanfic. Placed in the year 1482frollo esmeralda fanfic.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Aimer Votre Ennemi (Love Your Enemy)
"Choose me or the fire," said a deep registered voice from a gaunt, tall man with sharp facial features that almost resembled knives.
The man was holding a torch in front of a gypsy girl about the age of 16 by the name of Esmeralda. She was tied to a stake in front of a huge audience to see her execution, where she wore a white dress made of bad quality cotton. The man was a court official, a judge, and he was well associated with the Notre Dame Cathedral which made him a very religious man. He was the most powerful man in Paris and everybody knew it. He wore a long back judge robe with some red and purple that was made from the finest cloth, he also wore a hat that was of triangular shape and also had the same colors. His name was Claude Frollo and he was 36, but he had silver hair and his facial features made him look like he was in his 50's.
"You," the girl s
No Turning Back "You're sure you know what you're doing, young lady?"No Turning Back3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"And you're certain you want to go through with this?"
". . . Yes."
A sly grin. "Right this way."
The tall, wiry man steps out from behind his desk and motions me to the back of his dark, dusty shop. I'm only slightly hesitant in following, wondering suddenly if this isn't the kind of situation in which a girl might be taken advantage of. But amidst the shelves and shelves of ancient objects, I catch a glimpse of a thin-bladed samurai sword to my right, and reassure myself that, were Mr. Beanpole here to try anything funny, I could lunge for the sword and wield it for all its worth. I nod, pleased with if not proud of my plan of attack.
"Come along, come along! You haven't much time!" As we near the back of the shop, he flattens himself against a shelf, motions me to pass. I hold my breath, doing my best to avoid contact wit
Coffee and SmokeThere she sits. A cigarette between her fingers with smoke lethargically floating up and disappearing. Occasionally she will take a drag and slowly let the smoke escape from her mouth. Her mouth framed with pale red lips, thin, yet curved. She leans back in her chair, legs crossed, head leaned back. Her eyes flutter closed then back open again. A kind of olive colour, but with some reminisce of the sky she is staring up at. Her pale, angular face shows no sign of tension. Black as the dead of night with faint hints of red lights, her hair short, choppy, styled in a messy sort of way in stark contrast to the smoothness and lightness of her skin. Her collar bone protruding framed by her white button up shirt and loose black tie. Her long, thin arms covered by the fabric of her white shirt, one relaxed on the table she is sitting beside, the other making periodic trips up to smoke. Her chest was flat, and her waist was lean. Her black pants hung loosely, but emphasized her plaiCoffee and Smoke4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
TMNT Ch 1The wind blew for the first time in a couple of days. It just made an eerie sound every time I blew my way. It wasn't so bad, ever since school started, I've been having a bad feeling about what would happen later on. My friends have told me to ignore it, but it got a little fuzzy as my home came into view. My eyes had then glued themselves to these unfamiliar trucks parked in front of my house. 'This doesn't seem right' Creeping up the steps, every inch made my hear race. The front door had been left opened, but it looked like it was forced with it's broken hinges. Now my question was, who was in my house? I slid in the broken door frame, being as quiet as I could, to reach my dad's home security system. The smell of something salty had reached it's way into my nostrils, it was nauseating to say the least. The second I took another step, my foot was drenched in this goopy liquid, it looked black. At a different angle, it looked blood red. 'Oh .oh my god .this iTMNT Ch 14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Say You're SorrySay You're Sorry1 year ago in Drama More Like This
"You're going to love being dead, Sherlock."
"No one ever bothers you."
Eyes, that's all he saw in his mind palace. Images of Moriarty and Mycroft floated through his mind as the bullet sheared through his flesh, but it was a pair of brown eyes that held his attention. Brown eyes filled with pain, and anger, as her hand rose and whacked him across his cheek.
"How dare you..."
"How dare you throw away the beautiful gifts you were born with..."
He reached out for her, trying to grasp the flying hand as it slapped him again, and again; trying to stare into the eyes that refused to soften and comfort him; trying... trying...
"How dare you betray the love of your friends."
He takes a stumbling step forwards before the hand pushes him back. The big brown eyes shift and change, turning into another pair of eyes: eyes which looked at him with love and longing, but he didn't want them. He wanted the others back. He wanted hers back. Only hers. Always hers.
Today I DiedToday I died and I never got to tell my parents how much I love them, how glad I am that I was theirs.Today I Died3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Today I died and I never got to tell my best friend I am sorry for everything I've put him through.
Today I died and I never got to tell my boyfriend that I want us to be the cute old couple walking down the street holding hands.
Today I died and I never got to tell my future children how much I love them.
Today I died and I never got to say goodbye.
If I had survived for ten minutes longer it may have been the most painful ten minutes of my life, but I beg to have them. The pain is nothing in comparison to the agony of not saying everything I should've said.
Mom, I love going to bingo with you during the week. You have the biggest heart, a generous soul, and a loving nature. Life hasn't been easy for you, and I know I sometimes I ignore that. I'm so sorry Mom. You've given me such a warm and caring upbringing that it's hard for me to remember that you had to do without when you were
StatementLet’s start offStatement2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With a taste of truth
That I refuse to sell
But I’ll share with you
For the price of
That hearing crap
Won’t do here
Buys that at full price
I’m going to marry a poet,
One with a quiet voice,
The flavor of happiness
In his every breath.
I’d like to get drunk off
Of kisses like that.
But ideal love
Doesn’t exist without reason
Much like a cricket
Can’t help but to make a sound
Since it loves its silence alive,
Rather than dead.
Of jumping onto scales
And seeing how much I weigh
For the things I possess
Instead of solely
Measuring my heart.
Is it so bad
To crave the title
Landing the Argo...Again: Chapter 1Landing the Argo...Again.Landing the Argo...Again: Chapter 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Leo wiped his forehead for the 5th time in the past...20 minutes? Maybe he was getting to excited. The others just looked nervous. They weren't sweating. Something tickled his hand and he looked down, half expecting some sort of wind nymph to be flying past his hand. That had happened a few times.
There was no nymph. It was a flame dancing in his hand. The rushing wind blew it out before it could cause damage, but Leo jerked his hand away. They were on a wooden trireme...
He shuddered to think about his ship plunging...however high up the were with all his new friends on it.
Percy had uncharacteristically used his newfound power to get to the front of the group. Reyna was standing beside him, and a little back, perfectly calm. But out of the corner of his eye, he could see her hand clenching and unclenching. They both had people on that ship that they wanted to see again Percy had his girlfriend and all of his friends.
Nicholas of MainStreet Ch. 1 It felt weird stepping through the tunnel. Not that he hadnt traveled through it before, heck, he could have chosen its twin. But this time was different. He wasnt here just to visit like he used to. No. He was here for a much longer stay. A much, much longer stay. He came here to live.Nicholas of MainStreet Ch. 18 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Brushing aside a stray lock of hair, the boy gazed at the small square that had opened before him at the end of the tunnel. It wasnt a very bright morning, with the heavy autumn fog lurking about, chilling everything in the early hour. He turned up his coat collar and peered at what he could make out in the haze. Straight ahead stood the lone flagpole in its little park, Town hall to its left, the opera house and bank to opposite at the right, and above, sitting on the two tunnels was the local train station.
Damn Hogwarts Rules~~~ Things I Am Not Allowed To Do At Hogwarts ~~~Damn Hogwarts Rules7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
1. Any resemblence between Dementors and Bin Laden is coincidental.
2. It is a bad idea to slip Professor Snape a powerful love potion.
3. Growing marijuana or cannabis plants is not an extra credit project for Herbology.
4. I should refrain from putting on Death Eater robes, a Death Eater mask and suchlike and go up to Professor Snape, and say, "Dude! Voldemort wants to kill you, he's found out!"
5. I am not allowed to lock Gryffindors and Slytherins in the Room of Requirement and see who comes out alive and who looks like theyve had a right shag.
6. Professor Flitwick's first name is NOT Dobby, no matter how short he is!
7. "OMFG!" is not a spell.
8. I will not refer to Professor McGonagall as 'My Goggly Goo-Goo!" or "McGonalds! McGonalds!"
9. I will not arrange an Aurors meeting in Malfoy Manor OR Nettos!
10. I will not begin Care of Magical Creatures class by singing, 'Can you dance the hippogriff' by the Hobgoblins in a bold voice,
Luna's Excellent Adventure"Biomass to biomass! Hoof to hoof! Magics of the ancients, show me the path, I command you!"Luna's Excellent Adventure4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Luna raised her hooves high and cackled loudly as lightning flashed above her, a spectral wind blowing up as if from nowhere and snatching away the loose pages of parchment that she had carefully laid out in front of her. It didn't matter; she knew the spell off by heart. It was nearly complete.
"Soon!" she cried. "Soon it will be my time, I will eep!"
She stopped, wide-eyed as the door to her room flew open and in stormed Princess Celestia, looking quite annoyed.
"My dear sister!" Celestia snapped, looking around the messy room disapprovingly as Luna tried and failed to cover up the chalk markings she had scrawled on the floor. "The entire palace can hear you cackling like a madmare. And what have I told you about using lightning indoors; it's a nightmare to get the stains off the ceiling.
Luna pouted back at her sibling. "You're my sister, not my mother!" she snapped back finally. "It'
Landing the Argo...Again: Chapter 3Landing the Argo...AgainLanding the Argo...Again: Chapter 33 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
After Annabeth's initial spasm over New Rome, she agreed to let Percy give her a tour.
They were done with the little tour, and now they were waiting for dinner call.
After about 15 minutes of idle chit-chat, Annabeth sat up, looking intently at the Colossiuem, which lie directly in front of them. Percy had chosen this spot in particular.
"Annabeth...?" Percy asked, almost worried by the look on Annabeth's face.
"We need something like this at Camp," Annabeth declared, "I'll talking to Chiron about it."
Percy just laughed, standing and stretching.
"Yeah, I agree. Now let's go eat."
Leo wasn't sure what was happening to him, but all he knew was that after joining the mythological world, he was falling for more and more girls.
This time, it was Reyna. The Praetor. Of the Romans. And either the ex-girlfriend or almost girlfriend of one of his only friends, Jason.
Well, scratch that. He had made plenty of friends at Camp.
Landing the Argo...Again: Chapter 2Landing the Argo...Again.Landing the Argo...Again: Chapter 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Coming Annabeth!" a female voice that Percy knew well came from the boat, "We just had a little trouble with the chair."
Percy looked at Annabeth, a question in his eyes. She just gave him a knowing smile. Then a redhead and a middle-aged man in a wheelchair (with the redhead pushing the older man) appeared from the cabin and came off the boat.
Percy's just dropped.
Near identical grins spread across their faces.
Rachel got the older mentor of demigods down to the rest of the group, where the Greeks parted respectfully for their teacher.
Reyna gazed at Chiron with a critical eye. The man was obviously disabled in some way. As a Roman, she looked down on disabilities. The Legion was much more flexible now (no longer would they abandon disabled children on a hilltop to die) but they still frowned upon weakness.
And then Rachel and Annabeth started to herd some of the crowd away. Chiron smiled at them.
The Patakis - PrologueThe PatakisThe Patakis - Prologue3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Touch down football head.
Recuerdo bien ese día, fue justamente después de que termináramos el tercer año de secundaria, las aves trinaban alegremente mientras el ruido de las personas que trabajaban temprano comenzaba a llenar las calles, unos días atrás celebramos el baile escolar, la graduación y la entrega de diplomas. Era un día común para todos aquellos que no estuviesen en nuestro curioso, extraño y diverso grupo de amigos. Las palabras de aliento y emoción por la finalización de un ciclo escolar más llenaba cada pequeña partícula de polvo que se encontraba en el aire, los mayores gritaban de emoción expresiones como "Ese es mi hijo" o, "Soy su madre y estoy orgullosa", era el punto y el lugar adecuado donde se podían desbordar las emociones más grandes de aquellos que concluían un ciclo de su vida.
Para nosotros era un día diferente, este día sería
Teeth on BonesI don't believe in heaven,Teeth on Bones5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I do believe in Hell.
Lips pressed tight against bone.
Not so innocent. I'm afraid.
Like smears on a windshield.
And Hell hurt like heaven,
Like heaven never knew how.
Teeth on bones,
Lips on teeth.
And there shall be.
In the last days.
Gnashing of teeth.
Teeth on bones.
Bones on teeth.
Anna and her Swan SongAll birds die and Anna is not the exception to the rule.Anna and her Swan Song1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The exception is out there somewhere though, Anna is sure of it. Perhaps it is living on a secluded strip of land, knock-kneed and feathered in grey and white; perhaps it is in the middle of a bustling city, bright-eyed and clad in shades of summer blue. Anna does not know the details but she believes, and that is enough.
Today, Anna's life will serve its purpose: today is the day Anna will die. It is a week early and a little unsure of itself, but it's here and there is no sending it back now. There is only one thing to do: choose.
Anna looks at the world with thunder-storm eyes for the second to last time; she smiles. It has been a life, if not a happy one, and she thinks that people can't ask for more.
This small thought is all that Anna has time for: she must choose.
Oddly, Anna only has two options.
The first is an old scarf that may or may not have held a bright, floral print sometime in
i collect certaintiesloneliness will be my first death.i collect certainties7 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Gone, yet still lovedWHY do I miss you? It's not just you though. It's everything about you. I miss you special laugh, I miss your sweet voice, I miss your beautiful smile, I miss that sparkle in your eye, I miss your warm touch, I miss your soft hair, I miss those heart warming conversations we had early in the morning. I miss your loving words that made everything right, I miss your kiss that made me forget how to breathe, but most of all I just miss YOU.Gone, yet still loved7 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Why dont you laugh that special laught anymore? Where did that sweet voice of yours go? Why aren't you smiling that beautiful smile anymore? Why is your touch so cold? Where is all your soft hair? Why dont we talk in the morning anymore? Where did all those loving words go? I sit by your side all day and all night hoping you'll come back to me. I have a feeling your not coming back. I hold your cold hand as the tears stream down my face. Your eyes are so lifeless. Now I know your completely gone.
Why didn't I get to hear one last laugh? Why didn't I hea
If Half-Bloods never existed - Percabeth - CH. 1Just a quick summary for those who don't understand (:If Half-Bloods never existed - Percabeth - CH. 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Well, like the title says, this is a story of how Percy and Annabeth would meet if demigods never existed, or camp half-blood or the gods. So there isn't any monsters or killing, just a classic love story
~ PERCY ~
"I know, mom." I said into my cell phone.
"Listen, Percy, I'm serious." My mom sighed on the other side of the phone. "You're nineteen, and you've graduated" - I could help but notice how relieved she sounded when she said that - "I think its time you get a job."
"Yes, a job. A new bakery has opened up just around the corner, and they need new employee's. Why don't you go there?"
I breathed out heavily. "Alright."
"Good. Bye, Percy."
I hung up and stuffed my phone into my jacket pocket, then wandered down the street to the new bakery. Sure enough, a sign attached to the window said 'Employee's wanted!'
Reluctantly, I opened up the door and a bell jingled, then a man came out of a room at the back and
Make Me FeelAnd there are times that I love youMake Me Feel7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(( So much ))
That it's not even
It becomes a c.r.e.a.t.u.r.e.
That lives in my insides
Up my throat
out into the world
With fingers like branches
And it feels
All the things I