Daddy, is that you??Little Girl, you should take my hand.Daddy, is that you??5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'll show you what you've never gotten to see.
I'll buy you toys, and give you love, I know its what you need.
Your mommy doesn't seem to love you, drugs are her bestfriend.
Your daddy's already dead and gone, sweetheart he wont be coming back.
I know the world is hard to face, but I promise to help you through.
I'll take you to the park, and swing you round and round.
I'll tickle you til you cant breathe, squeeming and giggling, begging me to stop.
I'll tuck you in at night, and give you what you've always wanted.
Don't be afraid sweetiepie, I wont hurt you.
I know you miss your daddy, but cant I be him for you?
I think your the most beautiful girl in the world, and I wish to make you shine with
I see the tears well into your eyes as you look into mine.
You tell me you miss him, and ask when he's coming home.
I pull your fragile body against my warm chest.
You quiver, and shake until your body falls asleep.
I kiss your forehead, and you
Zava: The UnexpectedZava: The Unexpected2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Author's note: Setting is Zack and Ava's first mission, way before the group even started.
A midnight blue shade colored the sky, with stars shining far in between. The night grew quieter - too quiet for Zack's liking. He had been waiting in the alleyway between a few abandoned warehouses since dusk. He was tipped off earlier that the ominous dark trade had chosen that spot tonight. Much like a black market, the items offered for purchase were illegal and often times dangerous. The underground affair wasn't of Zack's interest though; instead, he was pursuing a possible suspect whom he believed would be there.
Zack heard three loud plops, much like water dripping that echoed through the alleys. All of the sudden, people appeared from different nooks and crooks and began to fill the once-deserted pathway. Each of them adorned some sort of guise: be it a cloak, fedora or a fake mustache - as long as they appeared unrecognizable. A buzz of excitement rose as the trading started. Zack pulle
Shakespeare's LoversMeet me, my love, at evening's tide,Shakespeare's Lovers5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Behind the rocks where children hide.
Bring us a perfect storybook
Of noble birth or suicide.
But wait! lie back and upwards look,
Until the moon shines bright and wide.
Until the grass with dew is shook,
Your passions to the stars confide.
Then read to me the words of pride
From lover's lips, until I've cried
And squeezed your hand, for mine you took
In yours, our fingers intertwined.
Until the morn' is undertook,
Remain with me, love, just beside.
We're two young souls and one old book,
A bond too strong to e'er divide.
My Hero LoveMy Hero Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A beautiful being
Bloomed with every handsome feature
Dusting away all of my tears
Defending me from all of my fears
Whose to say you're not my savor?
Filling that hollow void in my heart
I want to be with you, Never apart
Together forever, What a fantastic dream
But in the end, We can never be
Our worlds they differ, they do
Even so, That won't stop me from loving you
The Witch HunterThe Witch Hunter:The Witch Hunter2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The morning is cold with a solemn chill
As the black wagon rolls into town.
The people are silent, like a funeral wake;
Their eyes never leave the ground...
The choked rasp of hindered breathing
Can be heard as he emerges from within.
The priest bearing the book of executions;
It is bound with the blackest strings...
Let evil be destroyed on this lovely day
The priest growls with a twisted grin.
He signals to his companion, who steps out lightly
This man shall purge this town of sin!
The priest then opens the book and waits;
His companion simply gazes into the crowd.
He looks as though he is listening;
And apparently the sound is loud...
With a movement as quick as a bolt of lightning
He reaches and grabs the arm of a boy.
The boy struggles and hisses violently
But the man controls him like a toy...
He places the boy on a special table
Forged and smithed from blessed iron.
The shackles keep the boy in check;
As he thrashes abo
FMA OC - Benjamin Cooper Freshman ProfileFMA OC - Benjamin Cooper Freshman Profile2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Benjamin Cooper
Date of birth: September 6, 1881
Place of birth: Central City, Amestris
Residence: Central City, Amestris
Occupation: Baker (owner of the store)
Elementary school (6 years old to 12 years old)
Apprentice in his father's bakery (until 22 years old)
Height: 1,82 m (5'9")
Weight: 74 kg (163 lbs)
Hair: Dark chocolate colour, a little wavy, mid-length, kept slicked back with hairspray
Eyes: Pistachio green colour
Skin: Dark skinned
Body type: Trapezoid body shape: shoulders and chest are quite broad, waist and hipsare medium-narrow, upper torso is bigger than the lower torso; anyway, he is not a muscular man.
Style: Regular and simple style. Shirt, jacket, trousers (mostly in brown-beige-white tones). He often has a silver watch in his jacket pocket.
VampireI never could refuse a drop of redVampire2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to wash down evenings thick with stress and strife -
I never did believe that love is dead,
but love can never quench my thirst for life.
Warm lips are fine, and roving, needy hands;
there's satisfaction in a single night.
I never cared much, though, for one-night stands,
when hundreds of forevers hover right
beneath your skin. Before the sun appears,
I'll hush your frantic heart and drink your fears.
Love is WarLove is War2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
La journée s'était envolée aussi rapidement qu'un oiseau effrayé, plongée en pleine effervescence et joyeux préparatifs. Les bonnes nouvelles du front avaient redonnées du coeur à la population. L'envie de s'occuper des préparatifs du rituel d'été ressurgissait, maintenant que Lliane était de retour au palais. Nombres de soldats profitaient d'un peu de repos pour jouer les héros et se trouver une amie d'un soir, avant que bientôt les hostilités ne reprennent, et que les hommes se battant encore sur le front Est ne reviennent pour se faire remplacer. Pour ceux qui reviendraient.
Calé contre le dossier de son siège, Will jouait avec son verre depuis un moment. Il regardait les allées et venues, les serveuses de l'établissement perchées sur des escabeaux pour accrocher fleurs et lampions, se faisant chahuter au passage par les clients et les soldats dans une bonne ambiance décomplex
Letters to England - America 2Dude! (Again!)Letters to England - America 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I wondered why those chefs chased you down... cause of your disgusting scones probably... -3-
I dont know bro, I like to keep my stuff confidential from others, especially you. How about just do what France wants and he can leave ya alone? o3o
Daddy England huh? Your getting too kinky for your own good, dude... you were probably hanging out with France too much! I'll like to keep my nukes, might nuke you someday~. And bro! I dont give a damn about what I owe! Suck on it! XP
P.S. Independence, remember? I can talk however I feel like, Iggy.
My scones recipe has been passed down from my Mumsie! How dare you insult her cooking--remember, YOU like my scones, and not to mention everything else I make!
Oh, like I couldn't use your nuclear weapons more effectively and without causing mass death than you! Remember the Cuban Missile Crisis? Thank God
Terror of the Red WorldTerror of the Red World:Terror of the Red World2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When we first came to conquer Mars
We uncovered a darkness sealed in stone.
For endless years it waited here
On the world that we would call our own.
Through the darkest days the evil festered
Becoming a womb where the demons spawned...
And by the time we learned of them;
We were forced to greet a bloody dawn.
Men and structures
Like foetid art...
A horrid chant
On chilling winds
That broke our will...
Awaken, Awaken, Awaken, Awaken
She who sleeps beneath the sand.
Awaken, AWaken, Awaken, Awaken
Queen who was made to rule this land.
Awaken, Awaken, Awaken, Awaken
The terror that binds the night.
Awaken, Awaken, Awaken, Awaken
Devourer of the light!
With fangs of blood and claws of steel
She rose from the stony depths.
A giant like we have never seen
She quaked the world with steps!
No man nor beast could hope to face her
She was a living engine of malicious might.
But then we heard a heavenly voice
War effort Ch 4War effort Ch 42 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Johnny just could not keep the scowl off of his face. He hated him. He hated him so much. He had been sitting offstage, coughing and sneezing, for three hours now. THREE! The audience just could not get enough of the band onstage. The band he was a part of. He balled his hands into fists as he watched the group begin to finish their sixth song.
Actually, he was watching the lead singer, Arthur Kirkland. He just couldn't stop staring at him. At his messy blonde hair. At his beautiful emerald eyes. At his luscious pink lips and his fine tuned ass. He closed his eyes and forced himself to stop brooding long enough to listen to his beloved's amazing voice. He could feel himself beginning to smile.
That is, until he heard another voice harmonizing with his. A voice that didn't belong to the other band members. His eyes snapped open and rested on the tall blonde that was singing alongside Arthur. He scowled.
He just could not stop hating him. Alfred F. Jones. Th
My Eternal CurseMy Eternal Curse:My Eternal Curse2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Since the time I was awakened,
From the dawn I lived and breathed.
I have always walked alone,
For I carry a dark disease.
No matter where I go,
No matter where I'm born.
Always it will reveal itself,
Always I am torn.
The moon will shine from cloudless heavens,
And soon the change will take it's place.
My fangs will grow and fur will sprout,
It is my deep and dark disgrace...
Silverback, they called me,
Bane of men and beast alike.
Knights and templar, each and all,
Sought to have me on a pike.
I've killed so many countless men,
They are faceless in my waking dreams.
Bones shall litter the depths of my lair,
As I wash the blood away in streams.
I seek not an end to my torment and pain,
But leave me now in peace to die.
Or come into the den of evil,
And your head will be the first to fly.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 26th February 2012
RyRy: A Fluffy Tale.RyRy: A Fluffy Tale.1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Make your choice, Ryan."
Ryan felt Rylie scrutinized his expression as he faced her, irritation simmered silently beneath her blue-grey irises. Her usually kind voice had wearied into exasperation, as she repeated her question. "Well, which is it?"
"Right," he spoke thoughtlessly.
"Your right or my right?" Rylie asked, irked. She lifted her arms and shook the shirts, one in each of her hand.
"Mine." Ryan answered. There wasn't an erroneous reply to that question; it was made clear that he would return to their apartment that day with a few new clothes he hadn't asked for. Whether the buttons were made of clay or rubies, or if the shirt's color was green or more of a turquoise, he definitely couldn't be bothered.
"Really?" It was apparent that Rylie was more attentive. Her attention had diverted, annoyance transformed into a slight, but genuine, wonder. "You don't mind the flowered dots at the cuffs and hem of the shirt?"
Ryan hadn't noticed. He just wasn't too keen on selecting a blac
War effort Ch 5War effort Ch 52 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Alfred walked into the living room, searching for his lover.
"Arthur?" He called as he searched. He smiled after recognizing his boyfriend's messy blonde hair in the couch reading a book while drinking Earl Grey. He snuck up behind the Brit and blew into his ear.
Arthur immediately covered his now red ear. He turned around with a look of surprise on his face. "Why would you do that?" he asked him. Alfred smiled.
"I wanted to get your attention." He replied. Arthur frowned at him.
"Well you've got it now," the Brit retorted. "What do you want?"
Alfred put a finger to his chin. He thought about what he was about to say before grinning. "Hi!" he answered cheerfully.
Arthur stared at his boyfriend intently. He tried to hide the smile threatening to cross his face, but it was of no use.
"Hi?!" the Brit managed to reply before bursting into hysterics. "You came all the way here just to say hi?"
Alfred took a seat beside the hysterical man. He wrapped a loving a
The Stained Marble Chap. 8 ConsumedThe Stained Marble Chap. 8 Consumed2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Warnings: none... you should know by now, but yes, this is yaoi.
Preview Line: "Because I just don't like the way you treat him. He deserves better," Zero said, his self-confident, egotistical nature shining through.
The Stained Marble
"What the hell did you do to him?"
Aido stirred. Distant voices roused him from his blissful slumber. The voices seemed urgent and irritated. What was so important?
"Shut up, Zero. This is all your doing." The voice sounded calm but with a dark edge, a familiar edge that sent a shudder down Aido's spine, forcing him to wake.
He opened his eyes to a world of pure darkness, and a wave of vertigo rushed over him. Disoriented and slightly terrified, he moved his head and realized the front side of his face was buried in the pitch-blackness of Kaname's satin pillows.
He turned his head to the side, letting in the light of the room, and tried to get h
Letters to England- America 3Dude!Letters to England- America 32 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Uhh.... When did you get the idea that I liked it in the first place? Everyone else just wanted to make you happy by eating them... then vomit with poison once they got out of the room.
You did want to nuke France, how will that not cause huge deaths, dude? And don't blame me for not knowing what France wants! I didn't know he wants to get in your pants, jeez bro... And it doesn't look like you have a slight dignity left anyways, especially when you told me what happened after France so-called 'tried to marry you' problem thingy. Looked like you lost it. o3o
I don't have a filthy mind, you just wrote that out of nowhere, eyebrows! France is a nice dude, we just hang out and eat at his place then watch games later. Even if you try to get away from him, you probably got some stuff rubbed off onto you. XP And who's Canada...?
You can't take a small joke in your life, Iggy... I rather keep my nukes then use them or give it away. Everyone just has to go into battle while I'll be th
Letters to England - America 1Dude!Letters to England - America 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I saw that you finally let people stal- I mean talk to ya! Finally opening up to others, eh? Your always inside that shell of yours, you need to go out more!
And maybe you might have to get France away from you, dude, starting to creep me out too... o3o
Fuck off! Of course I go out! I've even gone out of my way to make friends in the past, but all I got was a door in my face and some very angry Italian chefs chasing me down the street with their carving knives! You wouldn't know this because you were a mere glint in the milkman's eye at the time! And you wonder why I stay indoors...the cheek!
Anyway, about Frog-face...what, you don't think I haven't TRIED?! Of course I have! I've tried every trick in the books ('Sherlock Holmes' and 'How to Catch Your Stalker Red-Handed', respectively), and literally nothing will keep that damn Frenchman from royally trol
Love at First SightLove at First Sight2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The smallest look in your direction,
And I knew you were the one.
The way my heart stopped when my eyes met yours,
How I speechlessly gazed at you,
When I couldn't even blink an eye,
In fear of you disappearing
In that one second,
Becoming a figment of my imagination.
The sparks between us flew instantly,
And I knew it all pointed to love.
I was a victim of Cupid and his toxic arrows.
You were the one,
My angel sent from above,
My prince coming to save me on his steed,
My sould mate who would stand by me everyday,
My other half who would love everything that I am,
The keeper of my chipped heart,
Who would make it whole once again.
Filled with every shade of green,
Like a beautiful, peaceful forest,
And flecks of gold,
Oh- so- gorgeous,
They mesmerized me.
The color of the darkest night sky,
Mysteriously covering your face,
As if attempting to hide in the shadows,
Tempting me to uncover what secrets were hidden deep inside.
It was like not
War effort Ch 9War effort Ch 92 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Arthur sat alone on the large couch in the living room he used to share with Alfred. He stared blankly at the television screen, not moving, waiting for the American to casually waltz into the room and turn it on. New tears fell from his forest green eyes as he realized that Alfred wouldn't be there to turn on the TV anymore.
Matthew stood in the kitchen with dried tear stains on his cheeks. He didn't say anything; he only stared out the large window at the playground outside. He could remember the time Alfred had dragged him there and forced him to have some "fun". Even though he'd been angry at his brother for taking him there against his will, he couldn't help but realize that he'd enjoyed himself. Alfred could bring out the joy in almost anything.
He chuckled to himself quietly. It figured. The minute he'd found out that his brother was dead was the minute he'd felt his entire world crash down around him. He could feel new tears begin to sting his eyes once again while he rem
War effort Ch 10War effort Ch 102 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A watch group.
That was what Matthew, Gilbert and Johnny had become. They were constantly watching over Arthur.
At first they had come to the house in order to comfort him, but as soon as Arthur had turned suicidal, they made it their mission to watch the man twenty-four/ seven.
Yes, Arthur had gone suicidal. He just couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't deal with the fact that he was alive and Alfred was dead. It was too much for his feeble heart.
So he tried to kill himself.
The first time had ended in failure. He had gone into the kitchen and pulled out the biggest knife he could find, then he had pressed it against his throat, ready to slice his life away. It was Johnny that had stopped him. He had gone into the kitchen for a snack when he'd witnessed Arthur about to cut his throat. He pulled the knife away (much to Arthur's dismay) and forced him to sit down.
The second time was in his bedroom. Matthew had walked in on Arthur trying to set up a noose. When Arthur
War effort Ch 3War effort Ch 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Arthur cursed under his breath. He crossed his arms and sat back in the leather seat. Alfred continued to smile though, completely forgetting about the traffic around them.
Alfred was smiling, alright, but it wasn't his usual smile. It was a smile that reached his eyes. It was a smile that made him feel as though his face was splitting in two. It was the type of smile a proud parent gave his teenager when they had done something amazing.
Alfred had just come to learn that Arthur had accomplished his dream. He had become a rock star (or maybe he should say a pop star because that's what he was). Arthur had always bragged about becoming a star and Alfred had to admit that at some point, he didn't believe that he could do it. But after he had slapped himself multiple times for doubting Arthur, he gave him his full support. He grinned again.
Arthur looked out of the corner of his eyes at his lover. He smiled at him when he thought he wasn't looking. The truth was, A
Tale Of The ForefathersTale Of The ForefathersTale Of The Forefathers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sun rises to shine over the green lands.
The warm light revives the sleeping plants.
All that is now sleeping starts to wake up.
The birds start to sing the morning songs of joy.
The forest animals start to come out of the dents.
The air is filled with the smell of fresh grass.
All starts to come to life as spring arrives.
The forest now is full of life.
Young ones now learn how to live in this world.
Parents guide them through the unknown.
Their footsteps are at first unsure but later they become full of life.
The voice of happiness of the young ones now echoes across the lands.
A father wolf shows his son the lands.
The young wolf gazes upon the endless green field.
All the animals run through the grass with grace.
The young ones follow their parents step by step.
Around the river all the forest animals are gathered.
They enjoy the fresh water of the mountains.
The youngsters are afraid of their reflection in the water.
A feast is happening around the rive