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
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
Dans med MigDans med Mig6 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
LuciferLucifer9 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.
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.
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
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
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
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 44 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
Move On Ch2 - FMA EdWin FanFicChapter 2Move On Ch2 - FMA EdWin FanFic5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
They started walking along a path, not speaking or looking at each other. Edward was still blushing, thinking about who knows what. Winry just sighed and looked ahead at the orange sunset right behind the yellow house on the hill she once lived happily in.
It wasn't the same anymore... that house used to be a place she proudly called home, full of wonderful memories, and it was also the place she would go to when she felt lonely or hurt. But now it only brought her pain, in fact, her eyes were already getting watery again. She tried to hold them in: she didn't want to cry in front of Ed again, she knew how terrible he felt when she cried, so she wanted to be strong. But it was too hard.
She stopped walking and looked down "Um, Ed? Do we have to go home?"
He turned around to look at her "Why? It's getting dark; it would be dangerous to stay out any longer"
She started shaking and her voice cracked "I-I know... but..."
Edward looked at the house, and then at the cemetery which
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
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
If you were the water.If you were the water of life, I would never thirstIf you were the water.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If all hunger could be fed by you, your food would be enough
The joy of time, would have no seconds without you
A true mystery of love ,so well felt when I'm with you.
A caress of a touch, leaves my heart feel new
Times I spent lost without words to say
A breaking heart that longs for everlasting love
Precious moments stolen, but my love for you will never die.
A Kiss in the Rain"You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better then your dreams." - Dr. Seuss.A Kiss in the Rain5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The school bell hollered. It shattered every thought racing though your head. This time the bell announced the end of a long dreary day. It was the type of day that would last an eternity. You picked a hold of your pencil and shoved it into your backpack. You pick it up and swing it over your shoulder and twist and turn until you are in the halls.
Thank god this day has finally come to a close, is all you can think. You weave through the halls with the crowds of people. You exchange hello's and the occasional high-five. They always make you smile, you think to yourself that you choose good people to submerge yourself in.
As you finally make it to your locker, you begin to untangle the code that is your lock. As the door swings open a small burst of air hits your face because of you throwing it open. You reach down to grab some additional things to put in y
SS - Llora conmigo...SS - Llora conmigo...4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
- Oe, put#madre Ya deja de moverte, caraj#.
El vaso, intimidado ante la orden del moreno, se detuvo. - ¡Por fin! - su temblorosa mano pudo finalmente alzar el vaso con cuidado para no derramar una sola gota y tomar, de una, todo el líquido que desprendía un exquisito aroma que, para ese momento, Andrés ya no podía percibir.
- Demasiado bueno Demasiado BUE-NO ¡Tenía que ser peruano! (HIP) ¡Mi pisco peruano! Mi pisco de PISCO, ICA!
De pronto el repique de guitarra daba inicio a un clásico vals que Andrés amaba con el alma. "Cuando llora mi Guitarra" de Augusto Polo Campos.
Cansado de llamarte, con mi alma destrozada, comprendo que no vienes; porque no quiere Dios.
- Y al ver
y al ver que inútilmente te envío mis palabras, llorando mi guitarra, te dejo oír su voz
- y al ver que inútilmente te envío mis palabras, llorando mi guitarra, te dejo o
KnowledgePhantom fingers trace deathKnowledge3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ghostly kisses upon my brow
I listen to the creak of the rope
my gallows, they do call
I unlike others
I will know the why, when and how
For in those creaks
those faint little squeaks
I hear the spring of my mortal coil
Soon my feet will dance above soiled soil
oh, how the children will laugh
and the faithful sing
The clocks chime
Forever will mark the time
I will be released
To swing in the breeze
Free to die
To die as they please
Let Me See You"To hell with all of it!" spat a voice behind a closed office door. Inside, a blonde head came crashing to an oaken desk in defeat. Mitzi was seething, her glasses pressed tightly between her face and the wooden surface below. She lifted her head and slammed her laptop shut. She gave thought to throwing it out of the window behind her, but that would have just been idiotic of her, so she sat and fumed. Her lithe fingers wrapped on the desk, her nails coming down in a fast repetitious rhythm, and the features of her face scrunched as thoughts rushed to her mind.Let Me See You4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I thought for sure that I was close to finding out who he was," she muttered, her voice soft, a complete polar opposite to just moments before. She spun around in her chair, looked out the window, and replayed all of the research that she had just done in her mind. "I could have sworn that Jack was Sir John Williams...Damn..." Mitzi sighed as she rose from her chair. One of her hands rested at her hip, while the other positione
A Sparrow's WayA birdsong reverberates,A Sparrow's Way4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
as one girl of peculiarity
mounts over one gate;
The angels will look after her.
A lonely door bemoans,
as one girl looks for a story
in one lonely house;
The angels will look after her.
A birdsong silences,
as one girl finds her story,
her adventure has started;
The angels are coming.
Not a blackbird, nor a waxwing
is here to congratulate;
As one girl finds her name
written on the wall of lost ages.
Beware the angels, Sally, it reads
as one Sparrow skedaddles.
Waiting For You--Ch. 1 Delena"Right here, below the ribcage, next to the spine; That's your way to a vampire's heart..." Damon's voice came to her ear in a low, sturdy purr with his hand pressing against the bare skin from the opening in her shirt. His hand stayed for only a moment, and she didn't have trouble admitting that she felt like she was being deprived of a wonderful thing. Before she had time to protest, his hand left her side, and his voice picked up again, closer, slower. "I'll do whatever it is you need me to do, Elena," his lips barely brushed past her ear and the back of her head, but she felt everything.Waiting For You--Ch. 1 Delena4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Elena's lips parted and a shaken sigh escaped her mouth as she turned to look at him. "No one's going to hurt you," he meant the words that were coming from his mouth. He would make sure that no one would ever bring harm to Elena. She just wished that she could say the things that have been on her mind for awhile now. Elena felt herself drawing nearer
Inner PeaceSkeletal fingers creep across my spineInner Peace3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Playing their xylophone lullabies
Deep inside my mind
Dead men stare with marble eyes
Glassy and cold with tears unshed
While their forget-me-nots
Slip whisper soft, breathless
From frozen lips
Decayed women dance on bone tipped toe
Humming still-born songs
Full of untold woe
They dance their funeral dance
With heads hung low
And I sway here
In this land of the dead
In the warm safe blackness
Inside my own head
Listening to the xylophone melodies
Played by the dead
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 54 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.