Dans med MigDans med Mig5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The young Norwegian boy shuffled his feet. Anxiously, he shifted from one side to the other. Right. Left. Right. Left. Despite this, his face showed no particular expression. He waited patiently at the front of the room, near the door, for the kindly older woman who was his teacher to call for his attention, and subsequently, that of the rest of the class. He stared out at their bright faces, as they smiled and laughed, and got lost in his thoughts. They knew what was happening. Scouting the students, he found the two that mattered to him. His younger brother -- as quiet as he, though sometimes hot-headed, and unusually bright for his age, the reason why he was allowed in his elder brother's classroom once finished with his own work. The other was his self-proclaimed best friend, a friendly student that had moved to Norway from Denmark. Søren took immediately to the quiet Norwegian boy, for reasons beyond his own understanding. The Dane lavished him with attention often and was al
DifferencesHe was brash and dangerous. He was full of energy. He was bursting with happiness, pride. He smelt like the ocean with a tint of beer. His voice was low and smooth, with the heavy accent smothering every word he said. He could kill a man with his bare hands. Then later that day, could hold a fairytale in his hands, flipping the pages, and reading the story aloud as if he was a child. He was confident, his confidence practically oozed off of him. You could feel it in the air. His attitude could change at the drop of a hat.Differences5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Yet, the younger nation he had known since he was a child was completely different.
He was reserved and calm. He rarely spoke out of place. He wasn't outgoing; he wasn't as gleeful as his counterpart. He smelt like the smell of fresh leaves and the rolling oceans of the Norwegian seas. His voice was soft and feminine, his accent was smooth. His hands were soft, not calloused like the other nation's. He believed in fairies and trolls. He was far less emotional than Den
LuciferLucifer8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A misunderstood angel,
Thrown from his home of heavens beyond,
People bow before you faithfully.
Some slit wrists hoping to glance you as they die.
Some cry bloodied tears and curse your name,
As they watch friends die
In sickness, starvation and war.
To some you're a myth,
You are a legend, not even close,
To being real.
But here lies the truth
Under old marble walls
Hidden from all humans
Not to be discovered till death.
Why does the bible not say words?
The truths about him and his four.
The Four brothers that live and reign.
Over all of Hell.
God does not move to save his children,
I used to love him.
But even Lucifer would not be this cruel.
Lucifer has better sense even then God.
Since he knows suffering as we do.
And God knows nothing of our pain.
Move On Ch4 - FMA EdWin FanFicChapter 4Move On Ch4 - FMA EdWin FanFic5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Edward decided to go take a shower and change in to something cozier; he was a soaking mess at the moment after all.
The alchemist started to undress and put the mud covered clothes in a corner of the bathroom
'I am SO going to get Benny back for this the next time I see him...'
Meanwhile, he turned the hot water knob on in the shower and let it run for a bit so it could warm up.
When steam started to form, he walked in, letting the warm water wash away his thoughts for a bit. But his right shoulder caught his attention; he noticed he still had some screws and metal stuck in it from when he used to have an automail.
He was glad to have his arm back, but sincerely, he kind of missed having metal limbs: it was very useful in battle, but then again, he didn't need to fight anymore... but that wasn't the real reason he liked wearing automail; he would never admit it to anyone, but deep down, the true reason he used to like to wear them was that he would always have
Move On Ch3 - FMA EdWin FanFicChapter 3Move On Ch3 - FMA EdWin FanFic5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Winry sat down on the bed and yawned.
It had been a long day, and within 24 hours she and Edward had been mistaken for a couple twice.
It was a bit too much for her.
'It's not that the idea of being Ed's lover bugs me or anything, actually...' she blushed at the sudden idea of being Edward's 'lover', thinking about what lovers usually do when they're together...
She blushed furiously.
'Winry Rockbell! You shouldn't even be thinking about certain things! Especially THOSE things! To him you're just a childhood friend; nothing more, nothing less!' this thought saddened her though.
'...yeah... he said so himself earlier today at that house we were checking out...' the young mechanic sighed 'But I said so too, and I didn't mean it at all... So is it possible, even vaguely, that he too-'
Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden knocking from the door 'He couldn't possibly be bac
A Letter to you-GerItaDear Feliciano,A Letter to you-GerIta4 years ago in Romance More Like This
I don't know why I am writing you this letter... It just seems like it is something that I must do. There are so many things that I've been meaning to say to you. I probably will never send this letter to you, or ever give it to you by hand because of the contents, but I feel that I should write these words regardless...
I-Ich Liebe Dich.
Yes, my little Italian friend. Not only do I love you...but I'm afraid that I have fallen in love with you. That is why every time you are near, I act so...distant. Ugh! I sound so terrible right now, I'm aware. I just...
I just don't know how to say it...I've never felt anything for anyone as I feel for you. Your idiotic spacey nature, you're inability to focus, you're nonsensical nudity, you're shyness, everything.
UGH! I sound so idiotic! Forgive me...Like I said...I don't know how to say these words correctly. You, on the other hand, roll them off of your tongue as though they were nothi
Move On Ch5 - FMA EdWin FanFicChapter 5Move On Ch5 - FMA EdWin FanFic5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The rain didn't stop, but Edward and Winry continued sleeping peacefully. After a while, lighting and thunder came along.
It woke Ed up quite abruptly.
He never liked rainy nights, for his automail always ached insanely when it rained. He tried to ignore the pain, and it didn't take him much effort because to his surprise he heard some whimpers and sniffs coming from his left. Ed turned around and found that Winry was crying.
Hearing Winry cry was thousands times worse than any automail ache. Edward would rather lose another leg and go through rehabilitation again, rather than hearing her cry.
The young man slowly pulled off his blanket, and tried to make as less noise as possible while walking up to the bed that his beloved was occupying at the moment.
She was facing the window, which was on her left, and didn't notice Ed's arrival.
He stood there for a while, unsure of what to do at the moment, and hoping that he could be of any help.
Winry's eyes widened in
Susurros en PotenciaSusurros en Potencia6 years ago in Horror More Like This
SUSURROS EN POTENCIA
Aún cuando los aullidos encharcan el aire con su quebrado dolor, intento alzar la vista con la esperanza de ver por última vez la luz que en su día envolvió nuestro pequeño planeta...quiero llorar pero sólo sangro por dentro. Conseguí caminar sin rumbo, guiado por el sendero de la cordura y ahora, a mi alrededor sólo existe un oscuro vacío cuyo color no distingo...se perdieron aquellas lágrimas que una vez alumbraron la inquieta soledad del espacio...la noche se ha apagado, pues los astros han muerto.
Recuerdo que todavía quedaban hombres que soñaban con el sueño de no despertar y yo no entendía el porqué de esa
Move On Ch1 - FMA EdWin FanFicChapter 1Move On Ch1 - FMA EdWin FanFic5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A few months had past since the conclusion of the Promised Day.
Once Alphonse had started to regain weight with Mei's help, he had left Amestris with her to go to Xing to learn how Alkahestry worked. It was kind of hard for Edward to accept at first, but then he realized that both of them had to take their own ways sooner or later; and besides, maybe with Xingese Alchemy it would become possible to help people that ended up in Nina's situation.
So once Al left, Ed decided to leave the military for good. Even if Roy had become Fuhrer and Amestris was now under democracy, he still didn't want to be any part of it. Instead, he stayed in Resembool, with Winry, Den and Pinako, who passed away later in July. Ed sent Al a letter to let him know what happened but only got a little response a month later, he figured that his little brother was too shocked to write back sooner.
The funeral was very sad, and all Resembool came to say farewell to the old mechanic. Winry, on the other han
Mermaid in the SandMermaid in the SandMermaid in the Sand5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(see comment for image an tribute)
Yesterday morning walking on Fingal Bay beach,
the sun on my back was also playing with sand and sea.
Some waves bigger than others got me wet to my knees,
forcing me to jump and move aside to protect my camera.
Then after the ebb, in front of me, naked on the beach,
the sweetest creature I'd ever seen, even in my dreams.
Her back was so perfect, her color was that of the rocks and sand,
the most beautiful and strange legs I've never shot.
By the time I pressed the trigger the tide had pushed me down,
rolling down, rolling up, swallowing sand and salted water.
Getting out of the curl, grabbing my broken camera,
I discovered that I was alone. The beauty was gone.
This morning, a miracle happened, only one image was saved,
the last I took. The mermaid I saw, goes out from Silicon.
Léa, for Andre and Bronii
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
Sweet Dreams GerItaLight footfalls sounded through a darkened hallway. Brunette locks swayed languidly as a lithe frame walked into an even darker room. Halting at the doorway, the tan figure closed his caramel-honey pools and took a breath to help further hush his on edge nerves. Feliciano hadn't had a night terror to this extent for some time and he knew the only way that his mind and body would be at ease was if his body was lying next to his best friend, Ludwig.Sweet Dreams GerIta4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Now, the young Vargas knew that Ludwig looked at him as a bother, but a friend nonetheless; but this didn't alter, nor pause the Italian's growing connection with the older lad. So he willed his feet to move closer to the bed of the snoring man. He chose his steps carefully, not wanting to step on a loose plank of the worn out wooden floor. He knew that if he were to make the slightest noise before crawling into the bed with the German, he would be scolded and sent away within seconds.
Success was his. He had managed to avoid the floorboards
Races Chapter 5Feliciano stifled another sob and looked up at the German who still had the broom in hand. There were so many thoughts racing through his mind at that moment. Mixed emotions crossed his face and he couldn't decide if he should smile or continue crying. His mind was made when Ludwig sat beside him and pulled him into his strong hold. Feliciano pressed his face into the German's bare collarbone.Races Chapter 53 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Shh, Feliciano..." Ludwig cooed as softly as he could in his harsh German accented voice. His coarse hand traveled through the Italian's hair soothingly. On the inside, he was doing everything in his power not to cry. It was something that he hardly ever did, but he could feel the burning sensation of tears forming in his eyes and he bit his lip. "I'm here," he reassured as he ran his hand down Feliciano's arm. Ludwig could feel the body in his arms slowly begin to calm and his sobs died down to a ragged, unsteady breaths. Ludwig gave a sigh and looked down at the tan form in his arms.
Darkly seduced.Darkly seduced with the pleasure of painDarkly seduced.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sinful acts, my good side now slain
Tempting evil wonders with a burning desire
Willing to be consumed by this dark erotic fire
The light has now left me so empty and alone
Dark rises to power and takes its wanted throne
Blood mixed with drops of a sexual love
Fits my soul like nothing from above
Hot wild passion from deep within
Take control and I want it to win
Nothing needed now but to just embrace
This truly evil feeling as I hide my face
When the deed is done my power holds your soul
To do as I want no matter how foul
Opening up your darkest fears
Turning them to blood soaked tears.
Poetic TherapyLife eats it way into me,Poetic Therapy4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as I become pregnant with terror.
Fanged hopes and clawed dreams
attacking from the womb of broken promises,
sorrow leaks from weeping wounds,
while the cries of fetal futility mewl mournful tunes.
It is a world of burnt offering we are born into
with edges crisped and souls cooked through,
and in our desperation of isolation we find solace,
peace in whispered soliloquies,
internal conversations we dub art, poetry.
When in reality it is but well worded emotional vomit.
The bile of our psyche
voiced in black and white-
With scratching quills and red-tinged ink,
we etch our pain into the minds of those who read.
We do this in the hope and in the dream
that we can lessen what rips us at the seams.
Races Chapter 4"Alfred!" an accented, and quite exasperated, growl came in the middle of the night. "Wake up you bloody twit!" Arthur found himself in a place where he really didn't want to be, underneath a sleeping, pretty much dead to the world, American who was snoring and drooling all over his English counterpart.Races Chapter 43 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Hmm?" Alfred blinked himself awake as he heard Arthur's voice pull him out of his slumber. "Dammit, Iggs! Can't you let me sl-" he was getting ready to protest but realized that he was on top of the Englishman. He removed himself from England and rolled to his side of the bed. "Heh, sorry dude!" America sighed as he turned on the light that was on the end table by the bed. He looked over to see a marvelous, beautiful image. There was Arthur, laying beside him in bed, flustered, hair a mess, cheeks red with frustration, and eyes tinted with annoyance. America couldn't help but smile dumbly at the English lad in his bed.
"What are you gawking at, Alfred?" Arthur hissed haughti
No more being bulliedDon’t you get it, this is your warNo more being bullied3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have no beef with you I’m not counting the score
I just want to be me without playing this fight
But you can’t let it rest you have to be right
I just want to live without this time consuming game
But you turn this to shit again and again
Can’t you leave me be to live my own life
Without being a asshole and giving me strife
I have no quarrel with you or your group
Please take me out of this self-played loop
For fuck can’t you leave me to grow on my own?
Disown me then try to make me your own
To many games you play to make yourself real
How many hearts and minds will you steel?
It’s all for your games the people no care
Dear man when will you ever try to play this game fair?
Peaches Breath deeply. Aim. Steady. Follow the sight.Peaches4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The explosive crack of Celine's rifle shattered the air. Outside among the horde, Mrs. Venna, Celine's English teacher from high school, fell back with a hole in her forehead. Around her, the swarm didn't notice. It just continued to lumber around mindlessly.
"Try to fail me, huh, bitch?" She muttered, rising from the walnut stock of the gun. Standing before the window of her apartment living room window, Celine looked out at the scene below.
On the ground, bodies writhed together like a single entity. Men and women, children too. They crowded together, their flesh decaying in the summer heat. The streets were scattered with them as they moved about in disorganized packs. The strongest congregation of them was three stories below her window.
Zombies. That was the final agreement among government and public opinions. That was the name they were given over the television, the
The Experiment A throbbing pain. Agony.The Experiment4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her head ached, muddled and numb. Memories flickered to the what, where and why. She carefully opened her eyes to darkness and struggled to remember. Images, like still frames, haunted her.
The walk home. Unlocking her apartment. Dropping her keys.
The shadow in her living room.
The pain was easing, and her skin felt cool. Cold. She tried to touch herself, to raise her hand.but there was resistance.
She was bound at the wrists, arms tied behind the back of a wooden chair.
She wasn't naked. The cotton of her brassier, and the protection of matching underwear covered her shame. She squirmed, discovering that her legs were also secured to the chair. She struggled, fighting the velvety ropes that kept her immobile. The chair was secured to the floor. The bindings were tight.
She was completely helpless.
Her breath came fast, heart racing the fear o
Confession I: VehnasConfession I: Vehnas3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So you want to know why do I hesitate in taking something I seem to crave so much.
The question is: what makes you think you know what it is that I crave? Because really, I can't figure out how you're supposed to have even the faintest idea.
Do you really think that my biggest, unfulfilled desire is to take her virtue? Do I look so shallow and trivial to you?
If I really wanted to violate her, I could have done it so many time since I first had the chance to lay my hands on her...
But again, why should I brutally take something that already belongs to me? Why should I deliberately spoil my own possession?
Let me clarify this, once for all:
She is mine.
Her beauty is mine.
Every breath she takes is mine.
Her pride and her contempt are mine.
Everything that belongs to her is mine.
All she cares about is mine.
And so is her virtue.
I don't need to rip it off to prove that I own her, and I'm not going to take her against her will just because I can.
She cherishes her chastity, and so do I.
Everyone Has a PastEveryone Has a PastEveryone Has a Past4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
December 19th, 1991
It has been at least a year since I've been outside of this building. My actual name is but a blur to me. The head of the hospital, Dr. Mitzi Adler, gave me an ID number on my first night here. I adopted the first number of my ID as my own nickname, Seven. Dr. Adler is my main supervisor. Her appearance hasn't changed since our first meeting. She still has her short, messy, blonde hair that she had a year ago. The glasses upon her face, held by her pointed nose, are in the shape of the full moon. They are slightly bent to a just noticeable off center, and the left lens is cracked.
It is because of her that I now own this journal. She told me that it was for some sort of mental exercise. Although, I don't really see what good that will do considering that I am in a mental hospital. Yes, the place that a lot of horror films take place in, an asylum. The dear doctor w
boys that want you, boys that love you.1.boys that want you, boys that love you.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there are four kinds of love.
the first is honest.
the first is messy.
it’s smeared makeup.
it’s tears over a martini.
it’s people dancing alone.
it’s off-key singing, at the top
of your lungs.
it’s unmade beds.
it’s the hickey on your neck.
it’s the gasp he gave
when he first saw you,
how he missed your lips
when he tried to kiss you.
after he made you cry.
the second kind is what you feel
for the boy lying next to you.
there’s cigarettes in the ashtray,
panties on the floor,
a lump in your throat,
and he does not love you back.
the third kind is when you'll meet
and that little moment will stretch
into something huge and permanent,
into a month/six months/a year
of a million glances that you'd thought
it’s when you'll say nothing
and neither will he
because there will be no need
because he'll very nearly smile
and you'll know.
031. FlowersFFFFFLLLLLLUUUUUUFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF031. Flowers5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"...What are these, Denmark?"
"Can't you see? They're flowers for you, Norge!"
"You are meant to bring girls flowers, Denmark. Take them to Belgium.... Or Hungary."
"That's the thing that's so sad!" Denmark pouted.
Norway gave him a questioning look, "...What?"
"It's a pity that when you're a boy, no one brings you flowers. But you're pretty than any boy or girl I've ever seen!"
Norway rolled his eyes, "Thanks. Because I love getting compared to a girl's beauty."
"...I MEANT!...." He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly and looked down, "I meant.... I hope the flowers make you happy.... Because, seeing you everyday.... Makes me happy all the time...."
Norway stared at the bouquet of daises Denmark was holding out to him. He looked from the flowers to Denmark, who was staring at the ground (looking a bit... embarrassed