Carry My LoveCarry My Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Carry my heart, not because you need to, but because my heart found you.
Carry my dreams, not because you understand, but because my dreams were only about you.
Carry my blood as it was yours, not because I depend on you, but because our blood is sealed.
Carry my body as it was yours, not because I'm gone, but because I will always be with you.
Carry my love through eternity, not because I'm the only one, but because I will always love you.
Roman Templars Part FourChapter Four: "Friends In Strange Places" with Teodor Viscardi and Faustina Collari.Roman Templars Part Four3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Those were the first two words that came to Teodor's mind as he watched the sight before him and in all truth, it was a large understatement. The entire police guild was currently going up in flames, courtesy of Cesare's enemies. Every single room of it was set alight and it was likely not even the fleas inside were going to survive. He could feel the heat even in the alcove where he was standing and he considered it a miracle the hungry flames hadn't spread to other buildings.
With all the Assassins standing around, eager to see if someone was still inside and tried to escape the sea of flames, watching the event was incredibly dangerous. Still, the Officer found himself unable to leave just yet. He couldn't turn his eyes away from the spectacular side and continued to quietly observe how his former home was consumed by fire. This went on for several more minutes and it was with an
My BoyMy Boy.My Boy3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I'll just call you that, if you don't mind. I know it's not your real name, but your real name hard to pronounce for me. Impossible, practically. I'm not particularly proud of that. After all, I am your father and it would be fair to call you by your actual name. But it seems few people around you have a feel for the Mohawk tongue, so like them, I will call you by a simpler name.
It's been three days since you left. Three days since you walked away from me in Valley Forge. You threatened to kill me should I follow or stop you and I have not seen you since.
Frankly, I wonder if I should have gone after you. Should have helped you. I should have simply ignored your threats and followed you anyway. Maybe then, you'd see things my way. Maybe you would finally listen to me. Maybe then, you would see reason and finally trust me.
Still, trusting is a hard thing for you to do, isn't it? After all the idealist nonsense that that senile fool Achilles put in
The MasqueradeThe Masquerade.The Masquerade4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Another night. Another party. Another banquet hosted by the Borgia family within the walls of the Castel de Sant'Angelo. Another chance for the Spanish family to show off their wealth and power, to indulge in decadence and splendor while the rest of Rome is starving.
Il Lupo doesn't like it here. He never does. It has been two years since he was drafted into Cesare's service and those additional years have done nothing to change his opinion about the man.
He doesn't care much for the offered excesses that his master provides. In fact, he doesn't come to this part of town often, much prefering his humble home in the Campagna district. It's a simple house that can nowhere near compare to that of many of his brethren, but it is good enough for him. It's bad enough already that he owes Cesare his loyalty; the last thing he wants is having to be thankful to this man for a roof above his head.
Still, there are times that he simply cannot avoid having to be in his maste
Measure of a ManMeasure of a Man.Measure of a Man5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Fiora braces herself as a hard fist impacts with her face, crying out as she swears she can hear her jaw crack. The force of the blow is great enough for her to lose her balance and she finds herself tumbling to the ground, hissing at the pain of her body colliding with the cold, hard tiles. She barely has the time to recover as a boot is planted in her stomach, knocking the wind out of her, causing her back to reconnect with the surface in the most painful of ways.
She fights to bite back another whimper of pain and swiftly tries to get back onto her feet again. The next incoming punch to her face is quickly deflected and she immediately responds with one of her own. Her attacker lets out a furious growl as she hits him in the nose, managing to draw blood in the process, and responds with another swing that she can barely dodge.
The Courtesan isn't fazed in the least and lunges for the man again. She's blind to his face contorted in anger, blind to the tensed
Roman Templars Part FiveChapter Five: "In The Forest" with Il Lupo and Fiora Cavazza.Roman Templars Part Five3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"This can't be happening!"
A shrill, angry female voice echoed across the Apennine mountains, no doubt causing countless forest critters to scatter and look for refuge in their burrows. Said sound came from a young courtesan standing by the roadside, stomping her feet and gnashing her teeth. It wasn't long before she also added kicking a rock to her list of irritated behaviors, only to curse loudly as it proved far less capable of feeling pain than her toes.
Sitting down to grab her now sore limb, she cast an annoyed look at her companion. Her protégé, a hooded man she simply referred to as Il Lupo or the Prowler, stood there motionlessly as he leaned against a tree, regarding her and the road with complete apathy. This only served to worsen her mood, as she shouted at no one in particular.
"I can't believe those bastards just dumped us out here!"
Again, the comment seemed lost on her indifferent companio
It's That Easy"You're beautiful."It's That Easy4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"... Wait, that's all? You're not going to deny it?"
"But... but you're not going to tell me that I'm blind, and that you're not all that beautiful?"
"Oh, well that was easy."
"... You're weird."
The Bleeding RoseThe Bleeding Rose4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know that on this day
That I'm not okay
I thought about you
And the pain just grew
Last year, oh I loved it
And oh how I loved you
The end of last year, and the start of a new
God I hate myself, I wish I could pull trough
I hope your happy
I hope you're in love
I hope you hate me
I hope you move on
But I'm stuck here
All alone and cold
Hating myself, so much fun
Loving you, that pain goes on
Last year I held you
In my arms
Nothing could be better
god my heart was warm
But this year
I'm sitting on the stairs
holding a single rose
And that rose is bleeding
That rose, the rose you took
you promised to keep it
and cherish it all of your life
But those days are forgotten
That rose, was my heart
It's bleeding, it feel apart
I can't go on without some love
And when I read what you sent me, I just, fell apart.
The rose has its thorns
and they do sting
But I can't throw it away
I want a new rose, and someone who stays!
On this Valentine's Day
I learned that for me
And I love you
LoveLove4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love is important in all it's essence,
The power of love is immense,
It can create and destroy.
Love gives us happiness,
And makes us feel complete.
Peace is granted to those who follow their love.
Power while an awesome thing,
Could be the destruction of all,
Over greed and self-pity.
As the power of our love flourishes,
We will be at peace with all
But if our hearts choose something less,
We might fall to ashes
In wars of words and lies,
As the love of power grows.
HipbonesShe’s carved out, hollowHipbones3 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Spaces for the ocean to wash between your shores for her
You’re sure of her, you know
Her weakness, they say
Love is blind but through the sockets of her eyes you’ll make her whole,
Climb into her skull and settle in her bones like sentimental sediment,
The empty bowl of her hipbones an offering
A shot at life
She’s got nothing to give and you’ll take it gratefully.
She won’t like to be touched the way that you like to be touched
You’ll touch her anyway, you’ll teach her anyway
You’ll show her how not to be afraid, when she pulls away
You’ll say you’re afraid of her, her tides, the times
She is a siren pulling you out into the middle of the sea, you’ll say she strands you
Can’t stand you
When she cries she will rust the silver of your heart:
You just want her to love you.
You’re terrified that she won’t love you
PhantasmPhantasm.Phantasm5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Fiora Cavazza cannot sleep.
It's once again with great annoyance that she takes note of this fact. She has tried everything to fall asleep now, to have just a moment of peace to ease her tired mind. Still, no matter what she does, what she tries not to think about, the concept of rest is beyond her grasp. It has been a problem she has been dealing with for a while now and one that refuses to go away despite her best efforts.
She lets out some more frustrated sounds, trying her best to close her eyes and get comfortable. She can feel her feet and hands tingling, her stomach tying itself into tight knots. She can no longer stand on her legs, as her dizziness makes her feel as if she stands on a swaying ship. Pure fatigue has taken over every single part of her being and her mind is screaming to be released into the realm of dreams as she's hoping, praying that she can finally sleep
But how can she? After all that has happened over the last few weeks, resting is abo
Law and CrimeLaw and Crime: request by HC-IIIX.Law and Crime4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Let me go, roticulo, maledetto figlio di troia!"
Teodor Viscardi fought the tremendous urge to snicker as these vehement words echoed through the otherwise empty police guild. It was quite late in the evening, a time in which most people already slept, and the only light in the building came from the many candles on the tables and stands along the walls. Their pale light gave the room an almost ethereal feeling and along with the almost reverent silence of the night, the late evening had quickly become the Officer's favorite time of day to be at his base of operations.
The aforementioned silence, however, was now painfully shattered by the other occupant of the room. Ever since he had put her behind bars, Faustina Collari hadn't stopping screaming and, in addition to banging a bowl against the walls of her cell, had now taken to insulting him and every last person that would ever be part of his lineage.
At first, he had been furious about her
Haunted Chapter EightErikHaunted Chapter Eight3 years ago in Drama More Like This
I spent the next several days lying in wait in the old warehouse, in what appeared to be a long-abandoned basement.
Despite the familiar comfort of a cellar, I could not tolerate the gray. The room in which I was obliged to sojourn was gray---impersonal, industrial, mechanistic, hideous gray, from the endless maze of pipes that wove across the low ceiling to the crumbling stones set into the wall to the stained concrete floor. Geometrics, stark, uninspired geometrics; not a flourish of art, not a hint beauty. All was graythe loose hospital garments, the low, rumbling sky, the shadows of the maskgray, gray, gray, and I could not escape from it.
One would assume that an individual in my precarious condition would concern himself with matters of greater importance than the heinous architecture and drab color scheme, yet I was fixated upon it. And by God, I could not abide by it. It was sickening.
For I thirsted for beauty, and yet beauty seemed determined
Haunted Chapter Seven NadirHaunted Chapter Seven3 years ago in Drama More Like This
No one died.
They were bruised and bloodied, all, particularly the doctor who had been on the receiving end of his wrath, the one who had dared to try to touch the mask. He was sprawled inelegantly on the floor, his throat purple and inflamed from where it had been nearly crushed beneath skeletal fingers. He was silent but alive. They were all alive.
Perhaps that was attributable to his wasted condition. Or perhaps it was simply a miraclethat seemed more likely. He had never let little matters like health stand in the way of his bloodlust. It was a miracle.
I had telephoned the emergency personnel after I was sure he had gone. I needn't have waited to be certain of his departure; he was gone, and I knew it. Exactly where to, I hadn't the faintest idea, but I knew what he sought. Whom he sought.
While I waited with the injured until the paramedics arrived, one of the women, the nurse who had been with him before the crowd's arrival, began to stir. A little
7: Beauty and the BeastIt was nearly dawn when Edmund finally managed to get away from Mrs. Gibbs. The old cow certainly liked to talk, going on and on about her childhood as though Edmund cared in the least about who her parents were and where she had grown up. Mr. Gibbs was no better, prattling on about all manner of things, from horses to hunting to the weather.7: Beauty and the Beast3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After sitting through several grueling hours of their mindless blather, he had excused himself, saying that the exhaustion of his ordeal and the anxiety over his wife had given him a dreadful headache, and so he was going to retire to his room for a few hours to rest.
Edmund took the hallway towards the guest quarters, glancing back to be sure that Mr. and Mrs. Gibbs weren't following, then he turned and headed down another hall which led through the dining room and into the foyer.
He crept up the stairs, darting quickly into the darkness of the hallway for fear that he might be spotted. The wind howled outside, making the heavy windows rattle.
Haunted Chapter FiveAntoinette gave me an indefinite amount of time off. Or, more accurately, demanded that I stay in bed until I caught up on years worth of missed sleep, and so help her, if I so much as stepped within fifty meters of the storefront, she would have Meg and Raoul forcibly remove me from the premises and strap me to that bed.Haunted Chapter Five4 years ago in Drama More Like This
"I mean it," she said with extraordinary firmness. Her already thin mouth narrowed to near invisibility and her sharp brows arched in an austere warning. "No more of this, Christine. You're working too hard--too, too hard, and it's taking its toll."
Even I didn't believe my automatic, hollow assurance that I was perfectly fine.
"Of course you're not, don't try that with me," Antoinette snapped. I sighed, running a hand through my errant curls and then wincing as the gesture sent a spark of pain shooting through my still smarting head.
She must have noticed, because her tone softened considerably. She placed a gentle hand on my shoulder and squeezed lightly.
What If?What would you do if you were dying, and you knew it?What If?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you had one year to live...
Would you ask out the girl
that you fell in love with
You Meant the World To MeWhen I was with you, the pain seemed to vanish,You Meant the World To Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You were my song of healing,
Your radiant smile shone through the darkest storm,
Your presence chased away the demons in me,
Your touch gave me wings to fly,
We were perfect, you and I,
Even though we never shared it in words, that deep yearning love was there,
To me you were more important than breathing air,
I was a shattered mess,
Broken and bleeding and in distress,
You made me whole,
You glued and stitched me together,
You breathed life into my soul,
Lessened the strain of each endeavor,
Each night was restless waiting to see you again,
I couldn't wait, but finally the time came and then?
We'd spend the day together once more.
With you I lived happier than ever before.
At least, while it lasted.
Pen and PaperTo my dear managers,Pen and Paper8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It has come to my attention that a problem regarding the production has arisen. As you know, I make a conscious effort to keep my opera house running smoothly, and am troubled when I hear that not all is going according to plan. My plan. Because it is my plan that will ensure the further success of my theatre and also guarantee that the two of you wont end up on the streets acting like the drunken, discombobulated dimwits that you are.
So it would really be in your best interests, my kind managers, to follow my instructions carefully. I shall be enormously unhappy if I am forced to repeat them yet again, and the world does not fare well when I am unhappy.
Carlotta Guidicelli is quite possibly the poorest excuse for a soprano and an actress in general that I have ever had the misfortune to hear. She sings as if her intestines are slowly being extracted through her backside. She stomps about the stage like a mad chicken, squawking an
I am damned.I am called to trial for my life.I am damned.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Before a jury of Asir and mortals.
How very hilarious.
You mortals convene to loosely decide the fate of a god.
How very righteous of you.
I, however; cannot be called "righteous." I cannot even be thought to be redeemable.
All hope of reconciliation was lost when I let go.
My brother- he who so claims to be my brother- the oaf, of course, would argue otherwise- that I was and am redeemable.
To call one who has already been claimed with such accusations as I redeemable would be the equivalent of believing that, a monstrous creature set free of its cage, would not bring harm to those who gave him freedom.
I have been given such titles as malevolent, cruel, liar, thief, and murderer.
I stand trial before my subjects with such accusations;
And I am guilty of every one.
Some have even gone so far as to "accuse" me of being death himself.
I, however; am simply a cause of death.
A Sherlock Holmes Top Ten Top Ten Reasons Sherlock Holmes Never Married:A Sherlock Holmes Top Ten8 years ago in Humor More Like This
#10. Getting nagged at every time he goes out on a case.
#9. Coming home to find his entire lab in the trash.
#8. "Stop playing that violin and come to bed!"
#7. The Irregulars not being allowed in the house.
#6. Catching hell for disappearing for those three years.
#5. "Are you and Dr. Watson going to yak all night?"
#4. Tension with Mrs. Hudson.
#3. "Take that nasty pipe and smoke it outside!"
#2. Suspicion about that photo of Irene Adler.
And the #1 reason:
#1. "I invited that nice Professor Moriarty for dinner this evening."
Emotionless KissIt's not like I can even fight it so why do I still attempt..Emotionless Kiss4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To drag myself out of my self created lament..?
I tried to make things right but I can't force out your repent...
You're standing right next to me so why do you feel so distant?!
I only wish
To take your hand
Pull you in close
And do everything that I can
To keep you
I wanted to make you mine
Though I waited and waited
You never gave me a sign
It's not like I try to hide it so why is it that you ignore me?
I've got no one to confide in and you won't even reassure me...
Maybe when I'm gone you'll finally start missing me...
It's strange that when I'm dead how you'll finally start listening..
And I hope
That you're happy with this
We can try to save ourselves
With an emotionless kiss
But it's too late
You've missed your chance
Let your love die
And lost out on our romance
I really wish that you could hear me as I'm crying out in pain..
But in this blanketing darkness nothing ever will look the same...
Karkat x reader - I'm not really angry part 2Slamming open your front door, you burst into your (hive/house) sobbing uncontrollably. You run upstairs quickly before your (mom/dad/lusus) can stop you, and you flop on your bed; curling up slightly while hugging a pillow. He hated you!! He -hated- you!! You thought that, maybe, you two were finally getting along on some level...but the truth was you were nothing more to him than a pile of shit!! How could you be so -stupid-??Karkat x reader - I'm not really angry part 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
You lie there for awhile and eventually cry yourself to sleep.
Meanwhile Karkat leaves his hive full of angry, scolding people in search of you. He felt his heart breaking at the sight of your face when he said those words to you. Mentally, he was hitting himself over and over again- and he knew you deserved better, but he at least had to try and make things right. Plus, if he got one more lecture out of Kanaya, he was REALLY gonna lose it. Sollux had left awhile ago cause he got super pissed and sparked at him...he's just hoping he didn't go to find ____