Bo tak chce Przeznaczenie [1/5][KOMEDIA] [urban fantasy] [bromance]Bo tak chce Przeznaczenie [1/5]2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Tym razem mamy do czynienia z tekstem wybitnie i do bólu własnym, dorównującym gniotowatością wcześniejszemu USUKowi. Po prostu naszło mnie, by napisać coś dla czystej przyjemności napisania tego, bo ostatnio chyba zapomniałam, jak to jest pisać for fun, jak to się mówi. Niech zrypane fabuły i głębokie na dziesięć den postaci zaczekają, pierwszeństwo uzyskała płycizna, przewidywalność, debilny humor i nibybajkowość, ale tak naprawdę z Roszpunką ma to stosunkowo niewiele wspólnego. Pod żadnym pozorem nie traktować poważnie.
[Tak, tak, wiem. Nie nadaję się do pisania notek na tylne okładki książek.]
Długie dzieciństwo Desa upływało tak spokojnie, jak tylko spokojnie może upływać długie d
HypoglycaemicOnly walking along on the dirt,Hypoglycaemic8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Suddenly someone lifts me by the shirt.
They give me heaps of sugar,
They give me a chocolate bar.
When finally I come to,
I can't remember, no matter what they do.
They try to explain how it looks,
How violently I shook.
But no matter what they say,
This memory will delay.
I have to eat a lot more sweet,
Trust me this isn't a treat.
I feel sick but I've got more to eat,
Take me to a hospital and save me from the creeps.
I will be sick, like with every other hypo,
I need glucagon or a drip or again I'll go low.
Everybody's rushing, trying to help me,
Every other hypo they did see.
I feel terrible for a few hours,
While over me people tower.
They don't want me going back down,
Apparently I'm not as amusing as a clown.
Apparently I give a shudder,
Apparently I fall down,
Apparently my body clenches,
Apparently I shake,
Apparently I shiver.
And I know for sure that when I come to,
I can't remember my names, not all three or only two.
I don't remember where
Mass Effect: Goodnight, SihaMass Effect: Goodnight, Siha4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"One ninety seven."
Normally, Shepard got her fair share of heart pounding excitement from missions. But the crew had been so focused on repairs and upgrades that Shepard was starting to hallucinate mining probes in her everyday routine.
"One ninety eight."
Since she was a child, Shepard had thrived on adrenaline. She worked hard, played hard, partied hard and saved sleeping for the dead.
"One ninety nine."
Except now she was dead and she suddenly couldn't sleep.
"Two ... hundred."
Shepard collapsed in a heap on the floor of her quarters. She stared at the ceiling, thin beads of sweat tracing down her face and neck, meditating to her heartbeat. She let her eyes close and her breathing steady. The low hum of the ship seeped into that part of her brain that comforted her.
The ship with the awkward engine timing, and the blinking lights, and the artificial intelligence that watched you while you slept...
It was impo
G: Good Night SweetheartG: Good Night Sweetheart7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Good Night Sweetheart
a Gorillaz Mini-Fic by Sam
The incessant noise of mattress springs being strained was usually music to Murdoc Niccals ears, but things changed when it wasnt the bass-god who was making the racket. The founder of the worlds greatest band slouched lower in the kitchen chair he was currently occupying, groaning. He had journeyed up from the carpark which housed his Winnebago for the soul purpose of treating what was already becoming a colossal hangover, and the muddy concoction in his glass was going to do very little good if he couldnt get any peace and quiet.
He turned his bloodshot, mismatched eyes towards the ceiling with a venomous glare. The squeaking and giggling coming from one of the upper floors seemed to echo through the entire studio, reverberating around the cracked and stained walls with an almost mocking clarity. Murdoc put a hand to his forehead, dragging his fingers down over his face as a guttural growl escaped his lip
Poison d'amour - Love PoisonPoison d'amourPoison d'amour - Love Poison6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Elle est son ombre, elle le traque,
Avec son passé mais sans matraque,
Son cur l'assassine de tous ces mots,
Inéluctable est sa peine, son lourd fardeau.
Amère de la vie, empoisonnée,
Au cur déchu, elle ne s'en remet,
Il est sa proie dans sa ligne de mire,
Son doux poison, son élexir.
Il ravage tout dans son esprit,
Déferle l'amour et le mépris,
Réveille en elle en un tintement guttural,
Des faux-semblants, le bien, le mal.
Je jour elle aime, la nuit elle hait,
Son sang innocent désormais, couler
Elle fait, reflet opaques dans leur miroir,
Lui d'une âme qui souille, elle de déboires.
Conscience fragile d'un dessein inaccompli,
Elle quitte ce monde, berceau de sa vie
Inexorable destin dû à une trahison,
Le mensonge d'un ange sa religion.
She is his shade, she tracks him,
With her past but without bludgeon,
Her aches and pain assassinate him,
Ineluctable is her sorrow, her
Walking Through LoveWalking Through LoveWalking Through Love7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Theres a difference in the air
between us two, a subtle friction
that wasnt there before.
Laughters been replaced by silence,
moments shared together are
fewer and less enjoyable.
Voices seem to be constantly raised
not in praise, but rather
in criticism of one another.
Once we were able to solve
any problem, but not anymore,
somethings died...something inside.
Loves lost the edge in this fight
fought on once-friendly grounds.
You say if someone has feelings
for someone else,
but before you can finish that
thought I tell you that I
dont feel anything...
Im just walking through love.
Butterflies and Children's EyesButterflies and Children's Eyes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A butterfly is colorful
with gorgeous shades like red.
But a child's eyes
present a hue
of great charisma instead.
A butterfly has freedom
to fly up to the clouds.
A child's eyes
can laugh and love
and go express themselves.
A butterfly can shimmer
reflecting the sun's rays.
A child's eyes
rebound the joy
and live another day.
Tears from the skyTears from the sky4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I will not cry
I simply refuse to
I'll close my eyes
And bid you adieu
You are just a guy
So a tear is not due
And if you look up high
What you'll see is true,
I cry tears from the sky
And they're because of you
Mass Effect: Totally VanillaMass Effect: Totally Vanilla5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Barefoot, Shepard exited the elevator into the darkness of the storage deck. She confidently padded along the cold metal grating, careful not to make any sounds loud enough to alert the skeleton crew of the Engineering department. Most of her squad had retired for the evening and she was thankful for it. She could only imagine what they would think of their new commander, scrounging around the cooling vents for smuggled goods.
The Normandy's state of the art drive core produced an unimaginable amount of heat in day to day tasks, and less than state of the art cooling systems were used to keep it in check. Most people considered the temperature difference in the storage bay an annoyance, but Shepard saw it as an opportunity.
She climbed atop the crates that Wrex normally guarded and pulled herself up toward a particularly inconspicuous vent. Pausing to check over her shoulder, she confirmed that she was alone. She produced a utility knife from her back pocket and pried
Catherine"My goodness, dear!" The elderly woman exclaimed. Although dignified in posture and status, I couldn't help considering her visits being rather irritating. But it's not like I would have any actual say in the matter. "The poor thing has gotten paler since we've last seen her! Hasn't she, Jeremy?"Catherine3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jeremy, of course, didn't care. He was preoccupied with my kitten that was bouncing around. I tried not to smile, lest the woman noticed. Jeremy hardly ever paid attention as he nodded to her questions. Sometimes I wondered why they bothered coming together, when they were obviously so different.
Unfortunately, her next question was plainly aimed at me.
"Poor sweetheart, don't you have the chance to go out and explore the town? You live in Portugal, after all. It's a wonderful place, I assure you." I'm aware of that, I thought, trying not to grind my teeth, I kind of live here. "You really should get out more often. Be grateful that you're not photosensitive or allergic to so many things that
BookwormYou hide behind your fantasy books.Bookworm6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You are more interested in spies and crooks.
I cant help but hate,
You dont even date!
But I like you for more than your looks.
Forever DarkLeave me in the shadows, left to cry. tears of pain and fear left running down my face from when you left her here. forgotten, surrounded by the lies you told. suffering and pain, crying out in vain. the inner silence beacons for me to stay, so i must do what it says. darkness consumes me, laughing at me while i slowly die off again. i feel myself loosing the only grip on my world i have created for myself, the only safety i ever had. all i feel is the pain inside and the warm blood on my skin as it slowly dries. it drips to the floor, feel alone even more. sitting in the dark crying to myself, wanting to talk to somone who understands me, not to be rejected again, wishing the pain will go away, but the closer i get the more the darkness wants to stay.Forever Dark11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
War Is A Human ThingSoldiers duck a flying mortar,War Is A Human Thing9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And watch as their friends are killed.
All they've to drink is bloody water,
While they watch boys die as others had willed.
Their fathers had told them,
To steer clear of this war.
But they'd wanted to help England's problem,
They'd wanted excitement, honor, victory…they'd wanted more.
Mothers are crying,
Fathers are back.
Sons are dying,
Sisters are in black.
Where they'd had a son,
They've now a flag.
The evil is done,
Now there's surrender; a solid binding tag.
A Letter of MemoriamDear grandpa, how are you?A Letter of Memoriam11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I hope that you are well.
I wasn't going to tell you this
But every day is hell.
I wish that you were here with me
Or to you that I could go,
But my life here prevents that,
As I'm sure that you would know.
It's not so much the distance -
That can be covered in a leap -
Nor is it that it costs so much,
But still, it isn't cheap.
It's more the fact that you have left
This world that seemed so fair,
And none of us can see you,
Not weathered face or silvered hair.
I saw a special sight today.
I thought I'd share it with you -
The rolling ocean, flecked with foam
Beneath a sky of blue.
Flowers floated on the water,
Snowy tulips and gold daffodils,
And with these were white roses,
Edged with blood-red frills.
The daffodils for cancer,
Tulips from my cousin and me,
Roses from your children,
And your ashes for the sea.
I won't forget you, Grandpa,
Or the reason you aren't here,
But when I hear the song of the sea,
I'll know that you are near.
Famous -Gift for Haburashi-Famous -Gift for Haburashi-10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I am down
When I am scared
When I am crying
You are there
When I need a hug
When I need some love
When I need to feel special
I come to you
When I was suicidal
When I was blind
When I was in need of a home
Your love showed me through
In my eyes you are famous
In my mind you are beautiful
To me you are always going to be
Even if we live far apart
My love for you will grow
You have changed my life
You may not be online often
And we may not get to speak much
But no matter where you are I will always love you
For as long as I live
I want to stand by your side
And be in your heart forever
Because in my eyes you are famous
In my mind you are beautiful
To me you are always going to be