Ride in the rainI love to ride in the rain,Ride in the rain3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On my bicycle with greasy chain,
It's a feeling I cannot explain,
Ride on my bike in the rain.
Though the rain floods the street,
The muddy roads are not very neat.
Again, there is the wind to defeat,
It can also cram my feet.
Yet the rain is quite a treat,
It is better than the scorching heat.
The rain cools me down,
Though, I may look like a clown,
It doesn't bring me down,
Cause I love to be the rain soaked clown.
It is like a toiling break,
Often makes me shiver and shake,
Sometimes my health is at stake,
Yet I love to take this break.
I ride on my bike in the rain,
You may think, I am insane,
It is a feeling I cannot explain,
The joy of riding in the rain.
Still in the Friend Zone"What are you trying to figure out?" Garrus asked as he saw the look of concentration on Shepard's face. He'd seen it all too often on the battlefield, but rarely when they were just talking.Still in the Friend Zone3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"How did you...?" She asked before smiling and shaking her head. "It's nothing... just wondering something..." She trailed off, returning to her drink. He followed her gaze to find that she had been looking at the turian and quarian couple who were still at the bar, just as they were.
"What?" He asked and she sighed, still smiling and shaking her head.
"Doesn't matter..." She muttered and he nudged her shoulder with his own.
"Come on." He said and she sighed.
"I was just... wondering about them again..." She admitted and Garrus raised a brow plate.
"Wasn't the point of this to get your mind off romance?" He asked and she sighed.
"I guess... I was just... Never mind." She said, shaking her head again.
"Okay, now I'm officially curious." He said and she downed her drink before continuing.
"I was jus
When My Little Pony Meets Horny TeenagersYou remember the My Little Pony from the eighties, don't you? Even if you didn't grow up with it, you most likely know of its existence. Those pudgy plastic collectable figures and the nostalgically bad kid's TV show to accompany them were very much a product of the times, embodying the consumer Zeitgeist of the period. And now we look back on their evanescence with misty eyes, firmly believing that they deserved the 'young-girl' tag that went with the product.When My Little Pony Meets Horny Teenagers3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
It must largely be the visual appeal of the 2010 re-boot of the franchise, "Friendship is Magic", that has made a whole group of older individuals into fans. Those old, chubby ponies are now slender, beautifully animated characters with big, jewel-like eyes. And we must focus on the visual superiority of these ponies, and the popularity of "Friendship is Magic" with an older demographic, in order to understand why there has been such an influx in pornographic content regarding these equines.
Undoubtedly there was My Little Pony
1The moon and the stars13 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Are extremely lovely, but
You are much brighter
3If Death comes tonight32 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
For me, for you, for us all
Why try to stop it?
Enter MeEnter Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Enter me at your own risk
While I slide my fingers over your disk
I'll kiss slowly down your neck
As you give my shoulders a peck
Just remember there is no way back
Enter me slowly as our bodies smack
Do not stop but go, go, go as you fingers move down low
For if you move real fast, I will move real slow
Enter me now if you wish
For I will eat off you like a dish
2Wings flap, desperate22 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Try to escape this world, they
4Legs, running towards42 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
an uncertain future, brave
not knowing danger
Thus was the night before Soul Eater Christmas...Thus was the night before Christmas,Thus was the night before Soul Eater Christmas...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And all through the house,
Black*Star was yelling,
Disturbing the mouse!
Tsubaki tried all she could.
She gave him a toy,
Even made him a food dish,
But nothing could silence the young boy!
It woke up the partners Soul and Maka.
Maka was the first to try.
But even with a book to his head,
He just passed it by!
Soul tried next.
With his scythe right arm,
He gave the boy a blow to the head,
And he suffered quite a bit of harm.
None the less,
Black*Star continued to yell,
About how Santa wasn't going to come,
Then he stopped when he heard a bell.
In came the jolly man,
Through the door with his big sack,
He told Black*Star to go back to sleep,
Or he wouldn't get his video game pack.
So the boy went to bed,
And all went back to silence at last.
Tired Soul, Maka, and Tsubaki looked at Santa,
Wondering how he was there so fast!
With a red cheeked grin,
Saint Nick pulled down his beard,
And with his hat falling off,
Death The Kid appeared!
Who are you?Who are you?Who are you?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you know how to answer that?
I know I am me.
And nothing more.
Are you kind?
Are you brave?
Are you strong?
Are you noble?
Are you greedy?
Are you a coward?
Are you weak?
Are you selfish?
How do you answer to this?
To be claimed as one of these.
I have been called one.
But not all.
I may not be strong,
but I do what I can.
I may not be selfish,
but I can see the noble.
Can you answer me this?
This one small question.
That no one thinks of themselves,
yet they ask this many times.
Who are you.....
Snoggletog Special, Chapter FourMidday sun broke through the clouds. Stoick the Vast left quaking footprints and villagers as he stomped. Icicles broke from his bristly beard. Toothless curled around him.Snoggletog Special, Chapter Four3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"A Monstrous Nightmare carried off Hiccup, and you did nothing?" he roared at the cowering Vikings. They held their Snoggletog decorations to ward off the accusation. "Will someone tell me why? Or has Odin stripped you of tongues as punishment?"
No one answered. Trader Johann's rusty bells rang from the docks.
Gobber marched forward. "No one else is going to say this, Chief, since it means giving you the hatchet with no honey, but we all remembered the last time a Viking got between Hiccup and a Monstrous Nightmare. We didn't interfere for a good reason."
Stoick fell silent. That fateful day in the Kill Ring hung like an ugly wool blanket. If he hadn't banged that iron rail-
"If the Nightmare were going to eat Hiccup, it wouldn't have taken the trouble to carry him off," Gobber said glibly. "We practica
Ep 7- High School DaysEpisode seven- high school daysEp 7- High School Days6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Do you remember when we used to be normal? Mike asked Billie Joe.
Billie Joe looked at Mike and said with complete honesty, Weve never been normal Mike.
Mike sighed, Well do you remember when we were more normal than we are now?
Billie thought about this for a moment then replied, I think the day we changed from weirdos to freaks was the day we met Tré.
Mike nodded in agreement. I think youre right... He sighed, That was a tough day.
BEGIN FLASHBACK OF EPICNESS!!
Afternoon classes dragged on as they usually did for Billie. He sat in math class, or was it geography? He was too busy doodling on his arm to notice.
He was just about adding the finishing touches to a heart-shaped grenade on his arm, which was accompanied by a missile with the word Dookie on it. Mike was sitting at his desk next to Billie, twanging a ruler on the edge of the desk.
Hardly Love At AllIt's quite strange how we met. The patter of electronic signals passing through the lines. The sound of the computer fans buzzing by my ear. The moaning of the woman I was currently having sex with. Across from us was her husband who was having sex with a much younger girl. She was closer to my age than the couple was.Hardly Love At All4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We stood outside the doorway to the apartment building fully dressed. "Got a ride?" I asked her. She seemed too innocent to be meeting strangers on the internet and having sex with them. She just nodded her head no. "Neither do I," I said and she smiled. She was quiet when I first walked in the apartment. She sat on the couch next to Greta, the married woman. Greta played with her hair as I approached them. I knew their would be another person there but I didn't expect anyone as young or as fragile as she looked.
"Catching a bus?" I asked her. She nodded yes.
"Do you live far?" I continued to attack her with questions. She took some time to answer and she kinda wobbled h
FreakFreak3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are seen as abominations among humanity
I'm a another stereotype labeled by society
Even though I'm trying my best to just be me
I may not walk the same
But I still have my own path
I have my own footsteps to make
And my own happiness to grasp
You see me how you want to
I am who I am
You have your own narrow point of view
But I am just another human
So many words to be said / So much hate to be meant
Lash out towards the difference / Guilt trip my already-clouded conscience
I am not the one who is typical
I choose to look a different way
You need to look in the mirror
And ask what does a dictator always say?
I don't want to be like anyone else
Divide the bland similarities in between
I need not your help to be myself
Separate the judgments from belief
Will finally see
That I'm not a freak
I'm just unique
One Who Masters Magic: PrologueOne Who Masters Magic: Prologue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A Prophecy Worth Blood
Prophecy is both a gift and a curse. It can gift a man with insight into the future that can benefit all of mankind, but it can also curse him with knowledge that others will kill to obtain or to silence.
Terrand of Malorez, Master Prophet
429, Third Age
The sound of iron shod hooves clattering against cobblestones rang out as three dozen men rode hard toward a drab monastery nestled in a small grove of trees miles down the road. The men ignored the cold winter wind that bit at their cheeks and the looming darkness from the shortened days. They knew the way to their destination well and the simple road guided them even in the dim light. All of these men were dressed in expensive heavy plate armor with mail beneath and carried spears in their hand and a sword on their belt. Each wore the crest of their emperor upon their chest plate. The silver mountain and the four golden stars
I'd Like Food, Please [RomanoXReader]Romano really didn't like Italy all that much. So what could be worse than having him over for a visit? Having two Italies over for a visit, of course! His 'idiot brother' had insisted on bringing his friend as well. It was easy to see why he liked her. The woman was just like him, minus the pasta obsession.I'd Like Food, Please [RomanoXReader]3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Romano had sent his little brother upstairs to ask their guest what she would like for dinner, after Italy had suggested they eat pasta for the sixth night in a row. Not that he minded pasta of course. And he certainly didn't mind what she thought! He just felt that a change would be good. Yeah...that was it.
Speaking of which, Italy was taking an awfully long time to ask a simple question. There were two obvious explanations for this. The more probable of the two being that Italy simply forgot. You know, after getting distracted by a tear in the wallpaper or something. The other one, not as likely, but still possible, was that she started talking about something else, and BOTH of
Dancing With Dreams'I'm back.'Dancing With Dreams4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The fragile silence collapsed. Slowly, the Other looked up, 'I thought... I thought you'd gone....'
'For longer...' Came the murmured reply.
The Speaker swallowed, 'I'd never leave you.'
'Then where did you go?' asked the Other, indignation making cold words hot.
'I went to chase that happy ending,' answered the Speaker, 'I danced with all the dreams in the world and tried to discover perfection.'
An icy glare, 'So, what did you find...?' The question was bitter.
'I realised that the dreams I danced with were mere imitations of you and I brought my happy ending back in a box.' The Speaker held out a small wooden container.
Taking it, the Other opened the box, 'It's empty.'
A small nod, 'My happy ending. It's you.'
Wait for meWait for me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You pulled my body to yours
Your lips taste like June
And your skin like summer rain
Wait for me,and I'll come-soon.
I want to know your dreams.
The ones on the inside of your eyelids
Those wrapped into the smell of my lashes
And the purple dust I'll always need.
I live for the touch of your fingers.
Then,our bodies start to burn.
I need you close,so close.
Wait for me,and I'll return.
Don't let the snow take our love.
Without your love,there is no me.
Cause I have no ordinary lucks.
And I have no ordinary sins.
You should know I'll always be there.
We left marks on each other's skin.
For us,there is no end.
I'll stand beside you when you leave.
WaP - 67. Playing the MelodyWaP - 67. Playing the Melody3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Perrin had enough of all of them. Nobody listened to her. Her father always took action too late. Willow always thought they shouldn't do anything. And Rivek. Rivek was the worst. He just agreed with anything Willow said.
She wrapped her arms around the branch above her head and hoisted herself upward. Let them find her here, she thought, as she lifted herself up by another rung. If they actually wanted to listen to her - or maybe even apologize - they would have to come looking for her.
As she brooded, nestled in the broad arms of the oak, she heard music. She should have picked a tree further away from the castle. A boy with sand-colored hair sauntered down the road below, whistling a spirited tune while accompanying himself on a beaten guitar. He would reach her hiding spot well before she had the time to climb down and find a new one. At least she coul
For YouCome rain, do come shineFor You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One day, you shall be mine
And the hurt and tears
Shall turn to smiles and cheers
Let me be your strength
Let me be your shoulder
To keep your pain away, at an arms length
As we grow older
My heart, for you, my love
Give me yours
Safe keeping's my middle name, little dove
It's no chore
I shall keep it hidden and locked away
Just promise you won't take it back someday
My Love to be...
MistakeTrust is such a delicate thing,Mistake3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a new bud,
Bursting out of the snow,
Fragile and easily broken.
The winter's wind taunting it so,
The snow about it threatening to encase it within its icy grip,
The bud holds on.
Till the sun's warm rays vanish,
The warmth that gave the bud such shelter and strength,
Ripped away from it,
Leaving it with no hope.
The frozen fingers within the snow reach,
Surrounding the new born bud within its tomb,
And with one flick,
It could break within a million frozen pieces that cannot be mended.
I give you this image to depict how easily trust can be born,
And how it can be shattered.
Take care of the trust you have,
And that is given to you.
You may give it to the wrong person,
Who holds your trust within their own icy grip,
Taunting it with mockery,
And letting it slip through their fingers,
Shattering that fragile part of you.
When we trust,
We are making ourselves vulnerable to someone,
It takes a strong and good person to appreciat
Mushrooms - Piece 1For being a basement, it finally started to feel like home, Ryan thought to himself. He had spent the last two years of his life becoming an artist, while he was kept in the darkness in the bowels of his captor's house.Mushrooms - Piece 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He wasn't alone. Lorena was about his age, sixteen, but she was still far from trying to make the best of the situation. Ryan didn't blame her.
There were a few positives to living like this and Ryan tried to take advantage with what he had. The basement he was kept in was much bigger than his old room and, more importantly, he was surrounded by all the art supplies he needed. He was currently painting the farthest wall from the stairs into a beautiful blue sky when Lorena returned with Uncle John. It was his best piece of work - his masterpiece.
The locks clicked one by one - there were a total of seven. One light lit the room - it hung, and it swayed. Ryan always became blinded when the door opened, but through that blinding light he could see Lorena's return.
Pinky Promises [ChibiRomanoXChild!Reader]"ROMAAAANOOO~" A cheery Spaniard yelled through the doorway of the house. "Come and meet someone!"Pinky Promises [ChibiRomanoXChild!Reader]3 years ago in Humor More Like This
The little Italian muttered various curses as he stumbled down the winding staircase, finding it difficult to move around in the dress he was forced to wear, before finally faceplanting at he bottom. After he picked himself up and dusted himself off, he turned to glare at his tanned caretaker. "What do you want, bastardo?"
Spain pouted slightly. "Language, Romano!" The pout faded as quickly as it had come. "Look who I brought home!"
Romano blinked. "I don't see anyone."
"...What?" He looked behind him, and then reached behind the doorway. "Come here, niña!"
He pulled you out of your hiding place. You nervously looked down at the floor, wondering what on earth these people were saying. You
honestly couldn't understand a word of their language!
"Remember that little island kingdom I told you about?" Spain continued, "Well, this is her!" He finished, somewhat lamely, and flashed his tra