This is not art! Ch.5This is Not ArtThis is not art! Ch.53 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Five: One step forward
The movie has been on for a good twenty minutes now, the pizza is all gone, and already Johan is squeezing the hell out of Alexis' hand. Sure, his hand hurts like hell, but it will go away soon. Besides, it's worth it to see Johan leaning on him when scared. It suddenly makes sense to him why men insist on bringing women to scary things.
"Oh look she's putting her hands in the garbage disposal who knew they were around so long ago?" Alexis mumbles as the woman's hands are devoured by the electric device and Johan tenses up.
"H-how are you so calm about that? THIS IS INSANE! HOW COULD SHE SO CASUALLY DO THAT?" Johan yells and Alexis looks at him curiously.
"Huh? What do you mean? She's crazy, it's only natural." Alexis answers and Johan twitches.
"You worry me." Johan says, making Alexis smile.
"You're cute." He replies, ignoring the statement. A
This is not art! Ch.4This is Not Art!This is not art! Ch.43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Four: Slowly Falling
Johan sighs in exhaustion. The other week he decided to watch movies with Alexis. He thought he was safe with choosing non-romantic movies, one of which was Sweeny Todd. Boy was he wrong. Since that day he KNOWS he can hear Alexis, under his breath, singing 'I feel you Johanna' with a little amendment to the name. So now, not only does he have to deal with Alexis' love but now he has to put up with the boy singing a stalker song to him.
"You look annoyed again, Johan." Alexis observes from his bed on the other side of the room. "You need to take it easy, stress is bad in school."
Johan glares at the typical blank-expression on Alexis' face. "Sometimes I wonder if there's anything he's passionate about aside from art " He mumbles to himself and Alexis looks over to him.
"You're talking to yourself out loud again, Johan. It's creepy."
"No creepier than you singing stalker songs ab
This is not art! ch.7 :FINAL:This Is Not Art!This is not art! ch.7 :FINAL:3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Seven: Acceptance
Johan pulls away from the kiss and looks down to Alexis' surprised expression. "U-um sorry about that "
"Do it again." Alexis says, moving closer. "Kiss me again."
A deep shade of red tints Johan's cheeks as he moves back. "M-maybe wh-when we're alone " He stutters out before taking his hand. "Let's go eat now."
"I love you." Alexis whispers, receiving no awkward responses from Johan, or even a scolding, just a light squeeze of his hand.
"Come on." Johan mumbles, walking faster now to the restaurant.
"Someone's anxious." The smaller teen teases before catching a glimpse of Johan's flustered expression and deciding to keep quiet. They go the rest of the way in a tense silence, only broken when they arrive and speak to the waiter.
"Th-this place is even nicer than I thought " Johan mumbles, staring at the restaurant menu intensely in an attempt to ignore the fireplace, candles, and roses at the table.
"It's very romantic
This is not art! Ch.1Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.This is not art! Ch.13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This is not art!
Chapter One: Childhood Love
Johan Oxenstierna is twenty and has held onto the ideal of his first crush for ten of those years. A few days after his tenth birthday Johan's fathers brought him to the Swiss Alps. Here he met his future wife. Well, at least he hopes it is his future wife. She was absolutely beautiful, standing with her two fathers, her long braids blowing in the cold wind. Her name was Alexis and she was perfect. They spent the whole month together playing and talking, bonding over their love of arts.
After that month when both returned to their homes Alexis agreed to go to an English college to reunite with Johan in ten years, when she graduated. Today is the start of the new semester, the start of the tenth year since that day. Johan is excited, of course, and doesn't even pay much attention to the dorms
Switzy's Little EdelweissOut of his parents, Kugelmugel had always been closer to Austria.Switzy's Little Edelweiss3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Switzerland never even wanted a child. He hated kids with a passion, wanting the only one in his life to be his little sister. His and Austria’s honeymoon would have been incredibly bland if the Austrian hadn’t persuaded him into making love; although it prevented their honeymoon from being the worst one in history, it left Switzerland expecting a baby. And that made him very angry.
He would have gotten rid of the child before it was even born if not for Liechtenstein’s enthusiasm and Austria’s acceptance. They convinced him to commit to the 9 months of torture, not to be happy about it. And for the first few months, he couldn’t have been unhappier. He was snippier than ever (which is really saying something) and called Austria a “stupid piano prick” at least twice every day.
However, something changed. For the first time, he actually felt the stirring of life inside of him. It w
Chinese Treasures (England X China) (Reupload)Chinese Treasures (England X China) (Reupload)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
English is not my first language and I don't have a beta anymore..
Grammarnazi's will hate me..
A sigh passed Yao's lips when he stared at his empty inkstone. Of course he always ran out of ink whenever he had to sign a pile of paperwork.
He carefully placed his brush next to the inkstone, making sure that the ink drenched tip would not touch the important documents on his desk.
The Chinese emperor pushed his chair back quietly and stood up. With quick steps he walked to a black wooden cupboard that stood against the wall. He opened the drawers one by one, searching for a last jar of ink, but he seemed to be out of luck.
A little bit irritated he looked through the room, unwittingly seeing the red walls and the golden symbols that were drawn on them. The palace was already dynasties old, created and protected by his ancestors.
While Yao's thoughts drifted off to his ancestors, he forgot the pile of work he still had to do for a moment. His eyes slide over the symbols t
This is not art! Ch3This is Not Art!This is not art! Ch33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Three: He's Not Yours!
Over the past month Johan and Alexis have become good friends. They spend their extra time hanging out in the art studio on campus or Johan will show Alexis tricks with the computer in one of the computer labs. Marcello has joked that Johan is falling for Alexis again, which annoys Johan to no end. It doesn't stop him from doing these things though, like today with him and Alexis in the art studio alone again.
"Johan, what do you think?" Alexis asks, holding up a statue of an angel he has been working on. It's a young girl with long wavy hair holding a small fox in her hands. The faces are unfinished, along with the fine details of the clothing and fox's fur, but as always it is impressive.
"Amazing like usual." Johan says, working on his own clay statue for fun. He doesn't take art classes anymore, having taken all the ones he wanted last year, but he still
SugarMoldova/RomaniaSugar4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ion thinks his heart must still beat, even though he can't feel it through the thick scar tissue on his chest.
For all the explosive arguments, there is also the quiet bickering over simple things like who drank the last of the milk and whose turn it was to traverse down the long trail to fetch the post.
(In the end they went together, hands brushing against each other but not held.)
Those were sweet and peaceful moments Ion knew he was supposed to cherish but couldn't quite bring himself to. Those kinds of moments were supposed to give you a warm feeling in your chest and bring a faster rhythm to your heartbeat, if all the books he'd read had any basis in reality whatsoever. He couldn't cherish those moments if he couldn't feel them, and the reason he was so numb was the same reason that kept stealing glances at him from beneath pale blonde eyelashes.
Still, in the name of the charade and keeping the (relative) peace, he never protested (overly much) to the suggestions
This is not art! Ch.2Kugelmugel: Alexis... Niko Niko Republic: KaoruThis is not art! Ch.23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ladonia: Johan... Hutt River: Noah
Wy: Rae ...Norther Cyprus: Xever
Seborga:Marcello ...Molossia: Michael
This is not art!
Chapter Two: Snapping
It's been a few days since Johan's first love turned out to be a guy, but to him it feels like years. Every day with Alexis seems to drag on. Maybe because of the looks he will give Johan. Those expecting, yet strangely vacant, looks. Today is going to be different though, he's going to be hanging out with his friends and not see Alexis for the first time since they moved in. It will be great.
"I'm not coming back til later tonight." Johan says and Alexis nods, staring at his sketchbook and drawing.
"I might stay at Peter's tonight."
"You don't get along with Peter enough to stay the night." Alexis points out and Johan sighs.
"Ugh why did I have to tell you everything about me?" He mumbles in distas
Smile- IceKongChina looked at Hong Kong in a mixture of condescension and mild annoyance that the territory had gotten to know well. He ignored it studiously, and kept his expression impassive as China said, "I don't think that you really have to be at this meeting, you know."Smile- IceKong6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"It's an economic summit," Hong Kong said flatly. "It's very important for all of us."
"I could speak for both of us," China reminded him gently, as he continued putting on his tie in the mirror. The two nations wore immaculate black suits and plain ties.
Looking around the plainly Western decoration of China's hotel room, Hong Kong wondered ruefully to himself exactly which one of them had spent the better part of the last two centuries as a British colony.
His eyes narrowed a sliver of a centimeter, and he leaned forward slightly on the bed. "We have separate economies. One country-"
"-Two systems," China finished. "Yes, yes, I know what I said. You're perfectly free to your own economic system." His eyes met Hong Kong's in
Taylor Swift...I should've said noTaylor Swift...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you asked me if I'm okay.
But I had to lie to myself
When you apologized
Because I couldn't help but think
You're not sorry.
You didn't know
That you're the reason
For the teardrops on my guitar.
You'll be just another
Picture to burn.
And you'll never know
The way I loved you.
I thought you would come riding
Your white horse
To save me from
This love story
That is oh so complicated.
Is it just because I'm fifteen?
Please tell me why
All this happens to me.
I wish these
Things would change.
But no, they just make me
Thinking we'd last
Forever and always.
I hate remembering those
Christmases when you were mine.
When I think of them
I cannot breathe
Because I think of how
I hate to live
Without my superstar.
When you were by my side
I was fearless.
But now you're gone,
And I'm invisible to you.
You broke a perfectly good heart
Who just wanted
A place in this world.
The GoddessWhen she walks her hips sway like a hypnotist's watchThe Goddess3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All the men stare and follow her lure wherever she goes
When she turns to them her perky breasts call out
Instincts take over, friends become foes before her
The men tustle to get their chance with the goddess
Standing before her gaze they see wanton eyes
Her lush lips say hello and ask their names
The men tell her all about themselves
There is little truth to the stories they tell
They must stand out above their rivals
They must taste her sex appeal
They must continue talking
They ask her nothing of herself
They feel they've seen all she has to offer
They'll never really know what's held within her body
That the heart behind her bosom is filled with love and poetry
Taylor SwiftTaylor Swift is on that stageTaylor Swift5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish I could do
Singing like an angel
Playing a shining guitar
Taylor Swift is writing songs
I wish for
Singing them like an angel
Playing a shining guitar
I tell myself
Maybe I'll get that someday
A love without a heartbreak
And a smile to show me
How everything turns alright
The Journey of Infinite DistanceThe Journey of Infinite DistanceThe Journey of Infinite Distance3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I’ll search and find that answer to your question, of the warmth you sought so desperately for. No one bothers to see the light that so shining in front of them, they walk by it so uncaring and stupidly. They will repeat their ill fated passage, but for you I give you light to guide you home. Site to show you the way to what is right. Life to give purpose to strive within the darkness the other's bleed. Love to give you will on your perdurable journey. Hope, to allow you a shine that cuts away the lies; within the old laws we will decree to that light, what you have found.
Lets us find that answer to the everlasting question. To the others, who will be the repeating story. Find the light, to guide us to the world of bliss and no regret. Let us never apologize for the past. So come and take my hand and we’ll answer this question, through the journey of indefinite size and shape.
No one notices that light that is here. Never again will they g
Ib Fanmade Story - Together, Forever [After Story]Ib Fanmade Story - Together, Forever [After Story]3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Hey, Ib! We're here now. We can't be late for class!" Mary said as she tapped Ib's shoulder, waking Ib up from her daydreaming as she looked out the window. Ib has been spacing out a lot lately. It was going on for the past few weeks. She didn't talk as much, like how she used to. She didn't seem to want to talk to anyone. Not even to Mary. All she's said were simple replies like "yes" and "no".
Ib and Mary arrived at class the moment the bell rang. Class began with the first period, like how every day did. Ib took out her notebook and opened it to a blank page. All the previous pages were filled with words and drawings of things no one would expect Ib to write or draw. It had a man with a tattered coat, roses, paintings, vases, macaroons, and statues in dresses. The day proceeded normally, like how every day did.
Ib and Mary got home and greet their parents. Ib skipped that night's dinner again and got ready to go to bed. Lying in bed, Ib stared at the ceiling with an expression of a
Meme thingy - filledRules:Meme thingy - filled3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
1) Choose one of your own characters.
2) Make them answer the following questions.
3) Then, tag 4 people.
4) Feel free to add some questions of your own.
I answer this with the mindset of the one who is the narrator of my ongoing story:
http://meoagcat.deviantart.com/gallery/38578304#/d56ong5 who is actually one of my oldest chara if not oldest. This one have been around since my late primary school days.
1) What gender are you?
Can you guess?
3) Do you want a hug?
4) Do you have any bad habits?
Depend on what you consider bad habits.
5) What is your favorite food?
Spaghetti with no cheese.
6) What is your favorite ice cream flavor?
Icecream is not my thing.
8) Have you killed anyone?
Yes. And where is question 7?
9) Do you hate anyone?
Everyone and no one.
10) Do you have any secrets?
*chuckles* I'm a man of secrets.
11) What is your favorite season?
I like Autumn, when
Family Life chat dialogue episode 1 fullangels: -throws mushrooms at Mari- Attack, my minions!Family Life chat dialogue episode 1 full3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
[8:36 PM] angels: ...-makes my mushroombabies attack Mari-
[8:37 PM] angels: Btw, one of my nickanmes is neon mushroom. XD
[8:37 PM] sadielizyy: lol
[8:37 PM] sadielizyy: i call you punky
[8:37 PM] macmari left the room.
[8:38 PM] angels: Attack Mari, my little color changing mushro-
[8:38 PM] angels: Dang it.
[8:38 PM] guest-277473 entered the room.
[8:38 PM] guest-277473 changed nickname to macmari
[8:39 PM] macmari: Lenalee defends me.
[8:39 PM] angels: I dunno XD
[8:39 PM] angels: ATTACK MARI, MY LITTLE COLOR CHANGING MUSHROOMS!
[8:40 PM] macmari: Lenalle: I'll defend you Mari!
[8:40 PM] macmari: ooc: Thank you Lenalee.
[8:40 PM] angels: mushroom 1:glompattack Mari
[8:40 PM] macmari: Lenalee stomps on the mushrooms and destroys them.
[8:41 PM] angels: mushroom 2: Nooo! My brother!
[8:41 PM] sadielizyy: lol lenalee for the win
[8:41 PM] angels: But I'm a mushroom too. ;^;
[8:41 PM] angels: You destroyed my babies~
[8:41 PM] ange
SandcastlesI love sandcastles. Not small little ones that people didn't put much effort in. Ones with moats and seashells decorating them are the ones I love. The reason? It is because you get sand down in your fingernails not to mention the rest of your body. You always end up taking hours trying to find the perfect seashells and then you carefully take your finger to make doors and windows. Then high tide comes in and washes it all away until it is just sand again. That's the best part though. Even though it is not there anymore, even though your hard work is probably on the bottom of the ocean floor it still is the best step for me. Why? Because it is just like life. If you work hard and aren't just a lump of sand even after high tide has washed you away you will be remembered. So take hours finding seashells. Don't be afraid to get dirty. You do want to be remembered, don't you?Sandcastles3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
A New Fairy Tale (Chapter One)A New Fairy Tale (Chapter One)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Araa, wake up dear.” The voice called. The young girl simply squirmed deeper into her sheets and tried to block out the sound. “Araa, I’m not going to call you again.” Araa, of course, doubted this very much. Knowing her mother, she would call at least two more times before she came upstairs and personally pulled Araa out of bed by the strands of her long reddish brown hair. With that said, Araa also knew that it was best to simply do as her mother said rather than push her…may that be a word of advice to all children.
“Alright, mother!” Araa shouted back. “I’m getting up!” Araa rolled out of bed and placed her feet on the floor, trying to wipe the sleep from her eyes. The window across the room allowed the sun to shine in all of its glorious light. It blinded Araa for a moment, but she recovered and scrambled to her feet. She stumbled across the wooden floor and stopped in front of a mirror by the wall. She looked at
Wrong Words (a Naruto Fanfic)Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.Wrong Words (a Naruto Fanfic)4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Sasuke Uchiha didn't like loud girls. Too bad quiet ones didn't know the right words to say…
Sasuke Uchiha didn't particularly like girls. Not the ones he knew anyway…
"Sasuke-kun! Won't you go out with me?" Sakura screeched. Sasuke glared at her, growled out a "no." and kept walking on his merry way.
Yes, girls were not Sasuke's most favorite creature on the planet. Although he supposed they were an important detail in his "Restore the Clan" plan…
"Oh, Sasuke-kun~! Let's go on a date!" Sigh. Ino was no better. She was just as bad as Sakura if not worse.
"No." Sasuke once again stated harshly. Ino watched him continue walking and he was surprised she hadn't opted for following him.
Tis a shame these girls all seemed to drive him nuts. How was he ever going to reproduce? But he supposed it was important to be picky when choosing a wife. He didn't want to end up wit
Critic vs Writer: A Conversation of ReconciliationI am a book blogger.Critic vs Writer: A Conversation of Reconciliation3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Since not everyone is familiar with the term, I'll go ahead and lay it out for you. I read, analyze, and write about books. I give my opinion on characters, setting, genre, style, and sometimes even covers. I say what works, what doesn't, and what I'd like to see.
In short, I criticize.
Back - back foul demon! Burn the witch! Don't come anywhere near me!
Yeah, I know you're all thinking it. What gives me the right to rifle through someone's hard work and put its flaws on display? Who do I think I am, slandering authors with false interpretations and quotes made out of context?
I'm a writer.
Yeah, of nothing but muck and lies.
No, no, I mean I write my own fiction. Or at least I did.
What, couldn't take some of your own medicine?
Yes and no.
Like most writers, I crave exposure. I want my work out there, read by the masses and enjoyed. DeviantArt, my blog, they're both small outlets where my writing can be seen.
But, as most writers
Good-ByeTime has gone, time has past.Good-Bye3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Lovers made, lovers lost.
Beauty gone, through all I've seen
Moments made, in soft seam.
Journey travailed, though and through
No more time, for me and you.
Seasons where, I wish I could
Hold your hand, like we would.
Friends I've lost, ones I've gained
Nights where, my eyes rained.
Holding hands, where lovers slept
Remember now, just how we met.
Want more time, the clock is on
Turn it off, no more gong.
Seconds zoomed, minutes faded
All this time, never wasted.
So many things, can happen now
I think it's time, just take a bow.
All in all, it's been fun
You and I, the show is done.
Glad we've played, it's all won
Time for us, to just move on.