PhantasmPhantasm.Phantasm4 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
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
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
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.
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
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."
My BoyMy Boy.My Boy2 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
Measure of a ManMeasure of a Man.Measure of a Man4 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
Youi can't imagine any hands but yours touching meYou1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
with leather-softness, the practiced strokes of artists
on their masterpieces- eyes like the watching stars
blessing those exposed below. and i cannot see a way
to trust my core to other arms- you envelop me
as snowbanks wait for their falling sisters; silent
and the same. and i could not give my lips, my voice,
my budding words away to anyone who does not have
your ears- you hear me just right. i don't know how.
i don't know how you see me with the lights off,
how you hear the sighs of my soul when i am
holding my breath, how you can feel the places
i am bruised right through the blankets-
i don't know what i could have done
to deserve you; but i do know
it has saved me.
You Meant the World To MeWhen I was with you, the pain seemed to vanish,You Meant the World To Me2 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.
Carry My LoveCarry My Love3 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.
The Bleeding RoseThe Bleeding Rose3 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
Abandoned Rue [a hunger games poem]The boom of the canonAbandoned Rue [a hunger games poem]3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Another tribute dead
The blood and screams
To kill is what I dread
I was stupid and selfish
I left her all alone
Facing stronger tributes
The future was unknown
The worst decision made
Was to abandon her
I keep thinking of Rue
And what happened after
Her fragile body
Entwined in a net
Pierced with a spear
Her screams, I can't forget
She fell to her knees
The blood on her torso
The beauty in her eyes
Yet filled with sorrow
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."
Her Butler:Renewed ContractHer Butler:Renewed Contract4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
'Twice now this manor has been burnt down yet here I am, back again, to rebuild the place that kept me imprisoned for so long.' I thought to myself. I looked at the ruins of the place I once called home, 'the last Phantomhive, alone once again.'
"Hey, you there, what are you doing here," A voice yelled behind me.
I glanced back and saw three people running toward me, each had a weapon of some sort, I smile to myself, "Looking at the remains of a home I hated, wishing my body had been destroyed along with it," I replied.
"Your home, I think you're mistaken, this was the Phantomhive manor," The voice said again.
"I know that! I spent half my life locked away hidden from the world!" I snapped.
"Wait I've heard of you, yes I have, you the late Mister and Miss Phantomhive daughter, but you are suppose to be dead, you are," a woman's voice said.
"Yet here I am; you three must be my late brother's servants, right, I am here to rehire you, I am going to need your help once the ma
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.
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
What You Can't RememberWhat You Can't Remember:What You Can't Remember3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You know that something's wrong inside
But you will try to hide it.
Far away from prying eyes;
You say you don't remember...
What is this memory inside.
You feel like you've forgotten.
A part of you decides;
To say you don't remember...
How long will you deny
The bitter truth behind it.
The day you lost yourself;
But now you can't remember...
When first you took away the mask
And looked back at the mirror.
You thought you saw another man;
But you simply don't remember...
The times when you were not yourself
When you forced yourself upon her.
It was a day like this;
But now you won't remember...
The past is locked away for good;
Now hide it with a key.
Smile and carry on in life;
In time you won't remember...
"It's easy to forget a monster..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 10th April 2012
windfallI would gather allwindfall1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the seven seas for you.
for me, you would not
spare a raindrop.
We Were Only PretendLook me in the eyes,We Were Only Pretend3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
& Tell me the truth.
I'm sick of all the games,
& I'm tired of all the lies.
I know you're hiding something from me,
& I know that you don't want me.
So I don't see the point in staying,
Especially when I'm not worth your loving.
Don't make me promises you
Ways to Annoy Akatsuki: Deidara1) Call him a girl.Ways to Annoy Akatsuki: Deidara3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
2) Commentate everything he does.
3) Agree with Sasori when Deidara and him are having an argument about their veiws on art.
4) Mock him by saying "un" and "yea".
5) Call him Dei-Dei-chan.
6) Call him Dei-Dei-chan in front of the Akatsuki.
7) Ask him if the mouths on his hands are for self pleasure. Whatever his answer, tell everyone over and over again that they are, until you get beaten.
8) Call him sexy and kiss him in front of the Akatsuki.
9) Ask him what shampoo he uses.
10) Read him SasoDei yaoi as a bedtime story.
11) Dye his hair pink and blame it on Sasori.
12) hide his clay and blame on Sasori (again, i think I'm picking on him? XD)
13) Knock on his door when he's trying to sleep,when he answers and asks you what your doing, say "trying to see ifyou'd answer."
14) Stare at him, when he asks what your staring at, shout "YOUR MOM!"
15) say you agree with him on his view of art and if he says "REALLY 8D?" yell "NOT!! >8D LMAO"
16) Get him a frilly, girly dre
Actualitywhen I was young, I wantedActuality2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to be a punk rocker
metal holes lining my body like
trophies of war, hair teased
and bleached and styled for hours
on end until it looked effortless,
inked up with words and symbols
I swore were profound with
a cigarette hanging lazily
from my fingers, lonely
for a reason
(and he told me, sweetie,
you are like a fucking eclipse,
the bloody dawn
God plagued us with
I always wondered
if mistakes understood
the reason they
came to be in this world
I guess not).