pokemon black and white love 8pokemon black and white love 83 years ago in Romance More Like This
As Luna was resting on the grass "hay there finally found you" some said Luna woke to it was N "what the N!" she said surprise with her face red "what are you doing" Luna ask "I can ask you same here but this Pidove said you got lost and so I came to help to" N said "oh thank you" Luna said with her heart beating fast "but before we go I what you to let out all your Pokémon out" he said "why?" Luna asks "I just think they will like it and you keep your Snivy out all the time" N said "well didn't think about but ok" Luna said as she let out her Pokémon. All her Pokémon where playing and happy running around "see now I can hear them being all happy" N said "ya I see that" Luna said thing became quit for awhile "sooo I what to talk to you in Nacrene city but I couldn't find you" N said "how you know I was in Nacrene city" Luna ask "Pidove told me when got in the city" N answer "oh I did see you coming out from gym" Luna said "oh you did you didn't come
How are you?"Hey! How are you?"How are you?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Frozen to the core,
Ready to cry some more,
Life is just rushed...
In so much pain,
Life has no gain,
Not good enough,
Life is just so rough,
No one could care less,
Sorry for complaining so much,
Sorry for being selfish and such,
"I'm fine, thanks for asking! And how are you?"
Miltank ReportMiltank Report4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Miltank (the Milk Cow pokémon) is a well known and plentiful pokémon; they are bred in their tens of thousands all over the country each year. The reason for Miltank to be bred in such quantities is mainly for their well-known and delicious milk and their succulent meat which is only out-classed by Tauros's. Every farm in the world can be seen with plenty of Miltank on them and I doubt this species will ever die out. Also Miltank are the, in my opinion, female counterparts of Tauros, which many other of my colleagues believe also.
It seems, due to scientific research, that Miltank has only recently begun to stand on its hind-legs. We have found that only over the last twenty fifty years have Miltank begun to stand in this odd way, especially for an animal of the bovine category. We have found this surprising information in two ways, both very different from each-other; the first clue we had to this was the ancient cave paintings of quadruped Miltank running with the Tauros (t
Love Is - ItaHina - Capitulo 5Love Is - ItaHina - Capitulo 53 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Love is always patient and kind; it is never jealous, love is never boastful or conceited; it is never rude or selfish; it does not take offense, and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins but delights in the truth; it is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes. Love does not come to an end.
LOVE IS NEVER CONCEITED
(El amor nunca es ególatra)
- Eso es lo que diría un perdedor. ¿Acaso darse cuenta de lo que no podemos hacer, no es lo mismo que darse por vencido?
- No. Significa perdonarte a ti mismo por lo que no eres capaz de hacer. Tus camaradas están ahí para suplir lo que tú no puedes hacer y para prevenir que ignores las cosas que si puedes lograr. Si quieres saber quién eres tienes que mirar muy dentro de ti y aceptar lo que ves. Yo no fui capaz de hacerlo, engañé demás y a
KageKao Creepypasta Part 1KageKao Creepypasta Part 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mark sighed and looked out at the night sky. He was standing on the roof on his apartment building, four stories up. Sometimes Mark just liked to stay up here and reflect, it was quiet and peaceful. Looking down you could see the normal hustle and bustle of city life but if you looked up you could see the beautiful sky, and sometimes even a full moon or some stars.
Mark walked along the border of the roof that helped keep him from falling to his death. It was pretty late; he should be going back down to his apartment soon. Then he saw something waving in the wind a few meters away. Mark walked over to it and picked it up, seeing that it was today’s newspaper, he began to read the front page:
YOUNG MAN FOUND DEAD NEAR WOODS
Earlier today John Parker, age 20, was found dead near the northern woods. His family stated that he never had any real enemies, but he was a bit of a trouble maker. Still they di
Random Sexual Offenderman short storiesThis is just a collection of small stories about smexy, most involving him interacting with Arc in some humorous way, a few of which were even released on his tumblr account. I figured these little stories had been building up in my notes long enough, so i might as well release the lot.Random Sexual Offenderman short stories8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Before I was named as a “proxy”,
(heck, i'm not even sure if he had really known much about proxies back then to begin with, and if he did, i know he hadn't really been considering it)
Smexy had made a different sort of offer to “claim me” within the boundaries of our deal.
Fall was just starting to really come into its own, the leaves in the process of changing their colors and the college campus humid and muddy from a recent rain. We were just kinda hanging around in the dorm room. I sat on the floor with my laptop, while Smexy was draped across the bed like some sort of big lazy cat, looking over my shoulder to watch the cartoon or whatever that was playing o
Kagekao Creepypasta Part 2Kagekao Creepypasta Part 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Link to Part 1 in Description)
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Mark left the bar he was at. He had come to this bar to have a little bit to drink before he faced Beatrice but he didn’t feel like drinking at all and hardly touched what he had bought. Mark told himself that he would go and apologize like a man and set off towards her house.
Mark reached out his fist and knocked on the door loudly. He waited. No one answered. He pressed the doorbell several times, and could hear it ring through the house. Still no one answered. Getting worried, he knocked on the door and shouted her name, still no one answered. He tried the door knob, and it opened. That was odd; she usually kept the door locked.
The first thing he noticed when he entered was the open window, the wood bordering the sides of it seemed to have a lot of claw marks on it, like a cat had been there. He walked into the dining room, calling out her name. He paused when he saw the bottle of champagne on the table. It was
Whispers of the MadWhispers of the Mad:Whispers of the Mad2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your lips remain painted with the scars of torment
Carved so as to split with every word of speech
The glass that slices through your softened flesh
Bears the marking we know as 'Vinashuka'
And now he lies beneath the falling sand
Drowning in a world that is sinking away
Though his feet will seek the stability of ground
He finds himself caught by 'Vinashuka'
A disturbing word that rings hollow at best
For it carries the tone of a tainted solitude
A heart that has been corrupted by physical pain
Can only scream 'Vinashuka!'
How does a man know when he has gone insane?
To descend into a world where logic is naught
A moon that carries the colour of blood
Shall paint my skin with 'Vinashuka'
I have lost all sense of meaning in this place
There is no where else for my soul to flee
Caught within the whispers of delusory madness
I can only repeat Vinashuka...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 13th July 2012
The Fate of FenrirChild of Loki, giant's spawn,The Fate of Fenrir11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Odin's doom in wolfish form.
Evil-born or betrayal turned?
By the Gods and people spurned.
Judged, tried, convicted through their fear,
of the threat you might be some future year,
They chose to bind you strong and fast,
though they knew it could not last.
They told you it was just a game,
something to test and prove your name,
they'd tie you up in every fetter,
but none could hold you any better,
Like silken threads you snapped each one,
steel and stone were soon undone,
finally they brought a ribbon, frail and thin,
yet some dwarfish magic sparked deep within.
Your suspicion roused, you tried to refuse,
they taunted you, "Afraid you'll lose?"
Angry, yet sly, you gave your permission,
on one firm, final, bloody condition.
One of the Gods, to prove it's in fun,
must place in your jaws, from wrist to thumb,
their own precious hand to prove it a jest,
before you'll fulfil this final test.
Without hesitation, Tyr volunteered,
the God of War seemed not a'feare
PlaygroundPlayground2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All that autumn her ghost haunted the playground;
no wisping phantom, but strident bits and pieces
clamoring for attention - a pair of black patent
leather shoes waiting expectantly by the teeter-totter.
And Sister Teresa had to pry red woolen mittens
off the jungle gym every morning.
Jimmy Boyle kept seeing her sweater at the swings,
its green wooly arms daring him to go higher
and trying to tag him "it".
And her best friend, Jenny Black
could see the flash of her pigtails
throwing copper across the kickball field
where recess waited to swallow them.
The toys vanished from the sandbox every evening
leaving nothing but a soft trail of disappointment
in their wake -
their accusations of neglect
and longing crouched under the
maple trees, swarming with the bees.
But winter proved a discordant grave -
the protest of frozen ground
an errant melody in the schoolyard
and her shoes kept shrinking
and stumbled down the slide,
leaving a thick crust of frost
like somber tracks that said good-bye
Creepy Pasta: The PuppeteerCreepy Pasta: The Puppeteer1 year ago in Horror More Like This
I had this doll for quite a while now.
It was a beautiful porcelain doll. You know, the way that most porcelain doll looks like. I was just like that. Wavy, long blonde curls. Black eyes. A beautiful pink and red dress with a typical headband with lace around the edges. It was a doll I received from my mother at an early age. At that age I always thought it was such a pretty doll - A perfect look. My grandmother had almost fifty dolls of that kind. All of them beautiful, perfect porcelain dolls. But this one in particular, the blonde with the red dress, I will always remember.
Because this is the one that would be the death of me.
I lived alone for quite awhile, had now. I had just gotten into college, seeing my whole life lay in front of me and all I had to do was to just go and pick out what I wanted. Easy as that. I was aiming for Psychology - A subject I had started to respect and enjoy the last three years. Seeing as my mother was a nurse and my dad a therapist, It was
AnonymousI am the girl who hides between moth eaten paper backsAnonymous2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And slips into bookstores and devours leather bound spines
I am chloroform lips bitten down, red and rosy
Ink stained finger tips that fold book pages between my pupils
I'm the girl who drowns herself in coffee and cough drops
While remaining curled between Tennyson and Steinbeck
Wasting days wondering why grass is green
And how it can be greener for others and not I
Then I realized its all artificial food colouring
And polystyrene picket fences
Sticky notes yellowed at the edges reminding myself how to smile
I've pasted them on my skin in makeshift paper Mache armour
But like all mangled words I will be thrown inside a wastebasket
Saved for a rainy day
I Pinky PromiseI Pinky Promise2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let us talk for a little while
And let me make you smile
Let me take you out every night
And you will be the best sight
Nothing can compare
Because I love you I swear
DawnDawn2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How dawns the morn so very bright and bold
that night's dark face can only turn away;
and all our dreams in sunlit skies are sold
as eventide gives pardon to the day.
She feels the cloak of dreams unclasp their sway
and fading softly spun into the gold,
that she will rise from sleep and make her way
ere morning grows another second old.
An artistAn artist2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Staring at a blank paper
Is an artist's worst nightmare.
The artist is the shaper,
Their thoughts somewhere up in the air.
They are searching for inspiration,
Sometimes they are even searching the skies.
It takes a lot of concentration,
But you can always see the passion burning in their eyes.
Being an artist does not always mean you're creative.
It just means that you want to create something,
And never want to give up.
Creepypasta x reader. Under the mistletoe.Creepypasta x reader. Under the mistletoe.1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Creepypasta x reader. under the mistletoe.
you were friends with the creepypasta's for a long time and tonight you were going over for a xmas party. (outfit:
after you got dressed you heard a knock on your window. You open the window and see masky and hoodie. "hey guys I'm guessing
that you are here to take me to the party?". you ask. "yep come on". masky says and takes your hand and pulls you out the window
and down onto the ground. When you got down hoodie and masky started walking you to the party. When you got there you were
greeted by slenderman. "hello child you look lovely". he tells you. "thank you slenderman". you say bowing your head to him. after
you got greeted my him the rest of the creepypasta's greeted you too. you were just standing around when someone tapped you on
the shoulder. You turn around and you see........
(Comment down below of who you want and I'll see what i can do )
Our Numb TearsOur Numb Tears2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our Numb Tears
Something deep within me / Is longing for relief
A haunting aura around me / Reminding me of the grief
Scratching at the core of my soul / Hope is swallowed by a black hole
Locked in the center of my heart / All that is left is the traumatized part
Laugh, smile, blink, and focus. You just need to act as normal as possible.
You cannot let this pain get the best of you. Don't do anything irresponsible.
The damage you do to yourself also effects everyone else, so don't let it become irreversible.
You're being too hard on yourself, no one is perfect in life, you're only human, you're not invincible!
Shock waves of guilt enter my system / While a deathly peace is in the distance
And aftershocks of regret strike me down / I can't show that I'm hurt when they're around
Tremors of anxiety / Infest my entire body
CreepyPasta: Bloody PainterCreepyPasta: Bloody Painter1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
This is Helen, 14 years old. His dark circles feel as if he has never slept enough. He doesn’t care about his messy black hair, since he doesn’t like to put too much effort on tidying himself up; it’s unnecessary.
His seat is at the back of the classroom, next to the window; he always sits there drawing quietly, as it is like everything to him. He doesn’t like to socialize with people, making him a lonely one.
There was a person being pushed to the floor after school. That’s Tom, who is always the victim of bullying, not because he did anything before, it’s just the dislikes of people around him. These things happen often, and Helen is used to it. Though he does feel bad for Tom, he doesn’t want to interfere, as it is quite bothersome.
During recess, Judy says she’s missing her watch as she searches for it. Helen doesn’t help her, since it’s none of his business. Suddenly, someone sees something flashing in Helen’s bag.
Nightmare: The Secret KeeperNightmare: The Secret Keeper2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nightmare: The Secret Keeper
I know, I know; I've asked too much of you already
Up until today I've asked for what I don't deserve
I hope, I hope; you will always be able to put up with me
Because everyone else chooses to ignore my words
So please, please; I want you to take me, and hide me far away
I need you to do this for me; I never, ever want to be found again
Take my will, take my heart, take my tears, take my name
Take my life, take my soul, take my fear, take my pain
Pull me into you, and keep me close to your void of a heart, so I can lose myself
Hold me in your arms, and keep everything in your palms, I yearn to be held
I can no longer stay
So please take me, and hide me before it's too late
I never wanted you to know that I don't care about myself anymore
You need to know up until this day I still feel so, so hollow
It's okay, it's okay, feel my peace, I'm giving it to you, so don't worry
Because you need it more
smexy x reader chapter1 ((your about 19 in this story))smexy x reader chapter11 year ago in Romance More Like This
About four years after being relocated to a small town in the middle of nowhere. The house that you lived in was on the only one on the edge of the woods. The woods to you always had an ominous look and feel to them. This caused you to never go near them. The nearest house to yours was about a five minute walk to get to. The house was owned by your best friend 1st friend and her family. There was a park across the street from were you lived. The park reached from one side of the town to the other.
Your alarm clock went off causing you to roll over and glare at it, it read 5:30pm. you let out a grown then hit the off button before sits up for a bit while rubbing your (E/C) eyes. You get up slowly then stumbled over to your closet and pulled out (F/C) t-shirt,
A true heroA true hero3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
don't back down.
You can win
if you only try.
Sword in one hand,
shield in another,
he stands over his charge
ready to die.
He was the person
that you told everything to.
The one you went crying to.
The one who never ran out of hugs.
The one who soaked up your tears.
The one who you carried around everywhere.
The one who always slept by your side.
He's your teddy bear.
He guards over you at night,
because while you might not believe,
the monsters are still there.
They come at night
when you don't expect it
to take what they want.
you don't run to him anymore
your teddy bear remembers.
He remembers the endless love.
He remembers everything.
Every night he stands
sword in one hand,
shield in another,
ready to fight.
All for the person
who loves him the most.
smexy x reader chapter2((sorry its not that long, and sorry it took so long to post. I had to fix my laptop cause my cousin dropped it.))smexy x reader chapter21 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
A few days passed and you haven't seen the man in the fedora, who you now you referred to as Creeper, since he kissed you. You were kind of worried about that something happened to him. You leaned on the desk with your right hand supporting your head and the left holding on to your right elbow. "_____, what's got you so worked up?" You turned to see Mrs. Kate looking at you with a sweet smile. "Nothing, grandma, I was just thinking." You let a faint smile creep across your face. "Well if you could spare a moment from your thoughts, I would like to do something for me." She said holding up a dress. You let out a soft giggle and nodded, "What is it?" "Would you to try this on, please?" She handed the dress to you. All you could do was smile cause it took your mind off of him.