Forever NeverlandGrace disliked Tinkerbell. She disliked her because she had wings and she could fly whereas Grace stayed on the ground, catching fireflies. The fireflies, in turn, made it easy because they knew she would let them go. She would stare at their radiant light in awe and try to understand how something so little could shine so very bright.Forever Neverland2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She tried to pretend the bread she had in the mornings was ice cream flavoured, and even imagined her little brother had never been taken from them but had been enthralled and forever lost in Neverland. When she tried to explain this to her mother, her mother would look away quietly, and sometimes, rise with a quiet shudder...and leave the room.
For a little girl who had the hope of the world resting quite easily on her head as a crown, she knew. She knew that one day, he would come for her and maybe, maybe they could be together again like they were in her dreams.
As she grew older, she slept on a bed of green, with a desk of wood and a massive window t
Prussia and Germany"Ok Master Ludwig, they'll be ready now." The maid smiled as she informed her young master. "Yay cookies!" Ludwig ran into the kitchen giggling as he gazed through the stove's window at the cookies. "Can I take them out, can I?"Prussia and Germany4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"No Master Ludwig, it will be safer if I do. Master Gilbert wouldn't forgive me if your hands got burnt." She placed on the oven mitts and carefully took out the cookies and placed them on the side as her child master pulled a chair to the side and climbed onto the counter. "It's Gilbert's birthday today, the cookies are for him." He smiled proudly at the first piece of baking he'd ever helped with. "Oh, that's nice I'm sure he'll love them. How about we get a nice basket to put them in?"
"Yeah!" After the cookies were safe in the basket Ludwig thanked the maid and ran back out the kitchen with the cookies. He raced down the hallway and up the stairs giggling all the way to Gilbert's room. Pausing at the door he shushed himself as if some one was with him and q
Werewolf Guidelines: My MythosWerewolf Guidelines: My Mythos4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This write-up is meant to clarify my own ideas about werewolves and lycanthropy in the context of my individual realm. These parameters define lycanthropy in my own characters' universe, and are not meant to be definitions for other opinions on the mythology.
In the Vengeance canon and later (The Pursuit and later fictional works), Versa Novak, age 17, is the 'world's only werewolf.' This is an assumption made by both Versa herself and her father (for Versa's mother and grandmother, her only other two female relatives, are both deceased). Other overlapping werewolf packs or existing real werewolves have not been discovered, or are at this point irrelevant to her storyline. I open the possibility of other werewolves existing, but proof of other lycanthropes is non-existent, canonically.
This being said, purely "Novakian lycanthrop
Fallen.It had been a two years since Gilbert had died. Prussiathe once noble and strong, no longer existed and neither did Gilbert. You were beside him when he died. You were covered in blood, and so was he. Only difference, you weren't staring death in the face like he was. The bullet went straight through him... And you could do nothing to stop it from happeningFallen.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When he was lying in your arms, his red-violet eyes silently leaking tears, and his near white hair drenched in dirt and dried up blood, he weakly caressed your face. "You-," He struggled out, "Will keep Prussia alive When people forget who the strongest was . You tell them."
You felt tears fall from your eyes only to have them land onto his face, washing away a streak of blood. "Gilbert " you whispered. "D-don't leave me "
"Long-"he whispered, "live Prussians." He smiled weakly at you.
You were the first woman he ever truly loved. He took you on real dates. He hung out with younot b
FractureKnowing nothing of this other land,Fracture9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
yet told to embrace it and call it mother,
We grew up with this phantom at our bedside,
hearing its oceans, its lost words, and its many
falling leaves. I thought that
I knew where my home was, here,
on the other side.
Yet I have known my whole life
the little ways it has denied me: Not always
skin, not just a facet
of color. But a face,
a book of names and dates,
a little house full of gods and saints.
So many words and among them
a few or five I recognize, most of them
expletives, a greeting for lunch, a cult-
ural equivalent to a high-five. Longing
for words of my own, I turned
to you and you
to soothe anger, poem
to ease pain and smooth cracks.
Let the poem know your fractures,
let it run fingers across hills and chasms.
Let all selves combine, intertwine
to one: let all the leaves fly upward,
crossing the bridge of air, back
into the world they fell from.
Only, there is no other
at the end of the path. The branch
is hollow, the roots
APH: Gilbert's InfernoNo amount of holy water could wash away the blood from my hands.APH: Gilbert's Inferno3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No prayers nor penance could make God forgive me for the lives that I ended
by my sword's sharpened blade. How...old was I when I took part in such a battle?
Where the Hell was my mind? Was I not conscious?
"I assure you my son, I will appease your sins. You are doing God's work by converting
the non-believers and killing all who appose! Fight on Gilbert, your grandfather would have wanted that."
"He would have wanted me to fight "
The man in the cloth had lied to me. For a young man, I was expected to fight,
not only because I was able bodied, but because I was a Teutonic Knight, I had to fight for God.
I needed to save the souls of the non-Christians, and kill all those who dare turn away from God!
I was his messenger, I was his vessel
Gilbert screamed his battle cry and charged forward towards the waiting troops.
This was it, he would be helping God by converting the non-believers and killing those
Germany x Italy Christmas timeIt was that time of year again when everyone got all festive for Christmas, each country with their own special ways and traditions. Italy was currently outside in the front of the house him and the others shared, it was just himself currently; the other two countries out doing their business and plans. He was decorating the house and he had a fuzzy little snow hat on his head as he was just putting lights everywhere for now. He smiled a bit at himself, he would go all out, and he was excited for this holiday like anything else that was all cheery. He was always this way, when the holidays came around he was ready for it and decorated but this was his first time with Germany and Japan...it would be special.Germany x Italy Christmas time5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As he hung lights around he heard boots behind him squish in the snow and he looked back with a smile already knowing who it was, "Germany!" He said happily. "Do you like the lights?" he asked laughing a little at all the ones he had already finished. "Italy...what are you doing? De
Real MenThere ain't no real men anymore. I remember when men looked like men. They had the hair on their chest and they weren't afraid of it. These days men wax like pansies and all the girlies go chasing after the hairless fairies. Ha! My girl, she likes me the way I am, she likes the way I never use any of that sissy deodorant and come home smelling manly.Real Men5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I think Dwight might be leaving me for a man. He keeps going off on these rants about real men, and I've caught him looking at my vintage Playgirls a few times. And he keeps mentioning this bodybuilder guy Barry, who apparently is the epitome of a "real man." I don't think I'm masculine enough. I think I read somewhere that scrawny men like Dwane like masculine women.
I kept thinking this old geezer was gonna make a pass at me, the way he was staring. Then he tells me his wife started lifting weights. But chicks ain't supposed to do that! And then she stopped shaving her legs. I tell ya, the days of real women are long gone. Now th
SnappedSnapped4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Who're you?" Matthew's eyes snapped open when he heard a voice. He looked straight ahead to see his pet polar bear nosing him in the cheek. He seemed un-phased when his pet, that he took care of everyday, didn't know who he was.
"I'm your caretaker, Matthew." He answered quietly. He was used to this by now.
Everyday, Matthew would go through life never being noticed by anybody. People would even bump into him like he wasn't even there. He was convinced that he must be invisible.
There was a meeting at his job today, and everyone was fussing around, while he just sat and watched the chaos. Alfred was bugging Arthur about his heroism while Arthur just repeatedly called him a "bloody wanker." Francis started harassing Arthur, so he had to turn around and bash him on the head with his teacup, knocking him unconscious. Ivan was holding a part of a faucet in his hand and laughing to himself.
"I wonder if I'll get a turn to say something today." Matthew pondered. "What do you think, Kumiji?"
TogetherI lay dying in your arms.Together9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I broke the one promise I swore to myself I'd keep.
I look up at you with dimming eyes.
You look back with tear filled ones.
"You can't leave me" you whisper brokenly.
"I'm sorry" I reply barely able to breathe anymore.
"I can't live without you."
"You're going to have to."
"But I'm so in love with you."
These are the last words I hear.
There I die in your arms.
I broke my promise to you.
You sob tears falling on cooling flesh.
You take the knife that ended my life.
And with it's blood coated blade end your own.
You said you were in love with me.
You said you couldn't live without me.
Obviously you told the truth.
Now you join me in the depths of hell.
Together you thought we'd make it through.
I guess I should have thought before I died on you.
Together we can make it through hell.
Make through everything.
Now I see when I'm with you.
I can make it through it all.
IcelandxReader MistletoeIcelandxReader Mistletoe4 years ago in Romance More Like This
You Danish friend, Mathias, was hosting the Nordics' annual Christmas party. Everyone was having a blast. Except for you. You were on a whole new level of bored. You never were the party type. Infact, you pretty much hated being around a huge crowd in general. You growled in frustration as a drunk couple ran into you. You were about to lash out when you saw their intimate embrace. You blushed and looked away. "Why did I even agree to come to Mathias' party?" You said under your breath. You walked away from the lustful couple and into one of the empty rooms. Or so you thought it was empty.
You saw a bed on the other side. Yawning, you walked over to the comfortable looking rectangle. You flopped over onto the sheets. You pratically lept out of your skin when you heard a voice. "[Name]...what are you doing?" You sat up and looked around. You spotted a figure in the shadows. "Emil? Is that you?" You heard a grunt. "Who else would it be." You sighed in relief. Emil was your long time frien
The Girl Who Was Afraid To BeShe speaks to me fondlyThe Girl Who Was Afraid To Be10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
of passions and talents,
of guitars and stars,
with such breathless intensity
then stops short and
for speaking at all.
All because somewhere in her life,
someone she loved broke her heart
her beautiful words
and telling her to
keep it down,
People aren’t born sad.
We make them that way.
Get OutGet out Emma and let me healGet Out4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Let me heal without you
I needed you as a friend before
But you still found a way to hurt me more
I missed you almost everyday
But then you told me about the secrets you hid from me
You lied to me when you said you were honest
I trusted you and you lied to me
I lied to you too but I've always told you
You kept secrets from me for so long
You made me feel like the break up was all my fault
But then I attached the pieces together
I wanted to be your friend if I couldn't be your lover
I didn't want to loose you again
Turns out that you are still lying to me
I should have seen it coming
Get out of my house Emma
You are no longer welcome anymore
You have overstayed your welcome
And look at the mess you have made
I treated you like a guest
I treated you like a friend
But the lies you have told me bit my neck
I can feel the venom from the snake's fang
I am on a path of redemption
To heal myself when you said you would help
That is bullshit Emma
I'm always doing it
Southern GirlsA Southern girl is beautiful. She doesn't know it, but it's there, in her slightly crooked teeth, in her freckled cheeks, in her sun-streaked hair. A Southern girl is slightly chunky, fed on Mama's good home cooking, curvy in everywhere it counts, including nice wide birthing hips. A Southern girl has an accent, ranging from a light lilt to a heavy slathering, which is endearing. A Southern girl knows how to please her man, and knows how to run him out of town with Daddy's shotgun if she needs to. A Southern girl is tradition and innovation, barefoot and pregnant in her office. A Southern girl is hospitable and sweet, knowing when to sugarcoat and when to tell it straight with a polite "bless your heart." A Southern girl knows her heart inside and out, and tackles the world with faith and a prayer to her Lord and Savior. A Southern girl can handle heat and humidity, but shivers in cold and snow and makes sure her family gets a heaping of the hot breakfast she made that morning. A SouthSouthern Girls5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
FrUk - Leave me alone..."Ah, mon amour, you're always so feisty~"FrUk - Leave me alone...5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Just get the hell outta here you bloody pervert!"
"I will, but I will come back as I am yours forever!"
"Leave me the fuck alone!"
The door closed, and the angry Brit was left alone to pull the phone out of the wall, grab another beer and sit down, cradling his head in his hands.
Arthur sat on the floor with his back against the couch armrest, trying to remember what had happened last night.
'Okay, he teased me, I got pissed off, we fought (okay, well Arthur yelled and Francis made lewd statements) he left so I got drunk off my face and watched four hours of reruns of Black Adder.'
Well, that's what he assumed, from the carnage, empty beer cans and DVDs lying everywhere. And unfortunately, it wasn't an unusual setting.
'If Francis were here, he'd bring me panadol or something, and probably would have his arms around me, stroking my hair- dammit!' Arthur gripped his hair in vain, tying to forget the Frenchman,
Dragon's Eye Sneek PeekIt was 10 oclock at night at the Toddson residence. Crickets were chirping cheerfully in the warm summer air, quietly playing their soft, familiar tune. A cool night breeze occasionally blew past, ruffling the leaves on the trees for a moment before continuing on its way. A golden retriever sniffed about, looking for some small furry animal to harass. Inside the faded white farmhouse around which all this was happening, a sleepy Maddy Toddson was watching TV.Dragon's Eye Sneek Peek6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
While her eyes were glued to the screen, she absent-mindedly fingered the pendent around her neck. She felt the cold silver of the necklace rub across her fingertips; a stark contrast to the strangely warm gem trapped beneath the cage of silver. The gem was about an inch around, and seemed to contain all the colors of the rainbow, and yet have no color at all. She had received it from her grandfather for her birthday; there w
100 things, I Arthur cannot do1.I shall stop referring to people with degrading racial and ethnic slurs.100 things, I Arthur cannot do5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
2.Such as frog.
6.I shall stop treating America with distain.
7.Even if he is a complete and utter idiot.
8.I shall stop coming to world meetings under the intoxication of alcohol.
9.Only in my waiter apron.
10. I am no longer allowed to offer Prussia beer.
11. Even if it is hilarious to watch him beg at Hungary drunkenly.
12. I shall no longer be allowed to reminisce about the good old days.
13.Even though Britannia rules the world.
14.I will stop trying to poison nations with my cooking.
15.Even though it is delicious, thank you very much.
16.I shall stop telling America exactly why the rest of world does not like him.
17. Even if he is an ignorant child with delusions of grandeur.
18. I am no longer allowed to ask Sealand whether he would mind if we DNA tested him.
19. For I know he is not mine and Alfred's child.
20. He looks much more like Francis than Alfred in any case.
One Word -- 1Flowers RussiaOne Word -- 14 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ivan sighed heavily, staring into the monochromatic world of cold and death. How long would it be until he could see flowers outside again, before his beloved would return the sun to him? How long until the sun melted away the chill of loneliness he felt, finally letting his happiness bloom?
He wished he knew.
The midday sun shone brightly through the window, causing Lovino to grumble a few curses and pull his pillow over his head. Next to him, Antonio began stirring, the light seeming to interrupt his siesta as well.
"Loviii... close the curtains..."
"Do it yourself, moron."
"Y-Yong Soo, what is this... this thing, aru?!"
"It's a dress, of course! Geez, Aniki can really be dumb."
"Why did you give it to me?"
"Because Aniki is so moe, and the dress is so moe, and everyone knows that Korea invented moe, daze!"
"That... makes no sense, aru..."
a lie that tells the truthplease don’t write me as a ghost girl,a lie that tells the truth2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all blurry lines and faded features
that caricature themselves into the minds
of those that think they see me--
i am not a canvas.
my life is not a blank sheet for you
to paint your vision across,
and i have no wires in my bones--
you cannot pose me so i’ll catch the light
like a kaleidoscope of clever quirks
and tragic backstories;
i am written in the words i discard
when i write bad poetry at 3am, and if you look,
you can find me echoed back to you
in my all time top five favorite movies.
i am the way my hands hurt
when i get nervous;
i am the urge to speak italian,
even though after a year of classes, i can barely
i am the calmness that hits
when i smell cigarettes, even though
i’ve never smoked,
and i am the grudges that have lingered
because i forget to let things go,
and i am the passive-aggressive comments
that i should be sorry for, but
never really am.
if you want, you can trace your pen along
You are someone's reason to liveShe had skin like a cactus-You are someone's reason to live7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
could only hurt
anyone who got
she held what
Desolateif you are parched tonight,Desolate4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the pale of your lips cracked
with thirst for that which
will not claim you;
if you hunger -
the deep and shallow collapsing
into slivered vibrations;
if blindness rejects you, says
no, watch now.
this is the way of it;
if you are breathing the world
into cinders, inhaling each poison
on purpose, striving
toward an apocalypse
because that is chaos
we can categorize,
then you may understand.