Within My Eyesthe gazeWithin My Eyes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
within my eyes
holds all the tales
that fairies tell
AwayawayAway2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of we go and far away
we dream ourselves airborne
feet leaving the solidity
of touched ground
the grass springing back gently
as our body floats upwards
eyes travel to new stars
nebulae bursting with colour
comets trailing sparkling debris
from both cold and warm hearts
that gracefully navigate
the entirety of solar systems
taking years in their slow travel
to come around and be seen again
stars fade away
the spaces between
becoming something more
the dreaming mind travels
further than before
where darkness is peace
with beauty hidden somewhere inside
we see something so beautiful
unseen hands reach out to caress
a new light we have rediscovered
warm flickers and brightening glow
the smile of all is sure to know
that we have found the place
where we were born
and we know
is just a step closer
Jury DutyI choke down the thingsJury Duty2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you wouldn't understand
so I don't have to shrink
under your judgement.
My third eye turned inwards
is jury enough;
never experiencing anything but
playbacks of bygones
of a girl no longer here.
All I know is hate for my past,
so I'll never let you see it.
All you know is love for my present,
so you don't understand
why compliments make my gaze
can't fight the current,
into the depths
of my own Mariana Trench.
Through these lies,
my past infects who I've become;
sickly purple veins
climb my limbs like ivy
till they reach my heart
and shut it down.
I'm so sorry I haven't been honest,
but if I didn't give myself a fresh start,
Act Your Age Germany -one shot-I saw this prompt and I couldn't resist.Act Your Age Germany -one shot-3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
To make Germany younger then he is, I'm going with his age since he stopped being an empire and became a nation (he became a nation in 1918).
A lot of the micronations and microstates are real, though most don't have Hetalia characters so I'm just making them up. I felt that Germany would need to speak with a more then just Sealand and the others who have characters (which most of them aren't even in Europe to begin with!). And yes, Nova Roma is a real micronation and yes, it is based off the Roman Empire.
Also, warning, Germany ended up being OOC in this, but then again, this is fanfiction and everyone in fanfiction becomes OOC at some point.
Act Your Age Germany!
"This... this is demeaning Bruder!"
"Sorry West, but all young nations and micronations HAVE to sit at that table over there."
"B-but I'm 94 years old..! I'm not that young!"
"Again, sorry West, but you have to be over 150 to sit with the adults."
"But if you count my years as an
BackrubGetting Jon to take his shirt off was a chore. And who knew that better than Eddie? It hadn't taken him long to realize that Jonathan was self-conscious about his appearance, particularly his scars. Particularly the ones on his back.Backrub3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Eddie drove his knuckled in between the shoulder blades, his eyes lingering on the network of scarred tissue. He traced his finger along a nasty looking claw mark, one of the worst. He bent down to kiss some of the fainter ones before going back to massaging him. For his part Jon, who in general hated being touched, was actually enjoying himself. It was...nice.
new moon: edward's storyNew Moon: Edwards Storynew moon: edward's story7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I didnt even bother running. Time meant nothing to me anymore. Not that it had meant much before this. Now it seemed like a burden; a constant pressure against me, pushing me forward even though I felt too tired to move. And exhaustion was never something a vampire encountered.
I was hollow. My heart had stopped beating little less than a century ago, yes. But now it wasnt there at all. There was a hole, of sorts. And each time her beautiful face filled my mind, that hole burst into flames. The pain I had felt in my throat when I smelled her would have been gladly welcomed compared to this tearing, ripping, scorching I felt now in my chest.
That face. Every fiber of my being yearned to see it again. A force seemed to pull me toward her. Yet I worked against it, fighting every hour. This was good for her. She was safe now. Safe from danger, harm, pain. Safe from me.
I drug my feet across the dirt. Tracking was becoming more and more frustrating.
Chapter 1: Odyssey into 2012It's static --Chapter 1: Odyssey into 20124 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
trapped between her fingers, buzzing in her ears.
A heartbeat lost in the echoes of her rib cage.
And yes, of course: the intermittent pounding, the thundering, the rush of blood through her veins.
Was that fear?
She'd once been foolish enough to believe that no one could lure her in to this. A ribbon of smokescreen smiles, flashes of deceptive lies, and she was sold for the price of forever. As the cold air smacks into her face and turns her hair to tangled strands, she struggles to maintain her hold on the tattered calendar. It's ripped from the wall, December 2011 in bold Serif typeface filling the upper left corner. Eight dates circled in red. Eight trials, none of them easy, and her mouth runs dry at the thought. She folds the calendar and slips it into the right pocket of her jeans.
The scribbles of "Zephyr" and "Tokyo", etched so hard onto t
ScentsJonathan sighed in his sleep, curling tighter around his stuffed snow leopard. Arkham had given it to him three days earlier and at first he had rejected it. He didn't need some toy he was a grown man. But on the third day something changed. He came back and something about the leopard was different.Scents3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was the smell. He recognized Eddie's cologne in an instant. Out of habit he curled around the toy and held it close, breathing in the scent. The smell calmed him at once and he let his eyes drift shut as memories of his Eddie filled his mind. He sighed, curling tighter. He had all but nodded off when his cell door opened.
Jonathan groaned, unwilling to move and resolved kill his new cellmate when he wasn't feeling quite so tired. He heard a noise and felt the mattress shift. Eyes narrowing, he pulled out a knife he had carved from a spoon and sat up, blade ready. But when he saw those cheerfully green eyes, he froze.
"Hey Jon," Eddie said, smiling. In his hands was a stuffed dog with cl
BondtimeBond2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
has finally come
the colours of life
from this world
as the pain of ink
the last colours
to my skin
new moon: edward's story twoNew Moon: The Endnew moon: edward's story two7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I took Bellas bag and dropped it onto the seat of her truck.
Come for a walk with me, I said, keeping my voice even. I didnt give her a choice; I grabbed her hand and dragged her along the lawn, eastward.
I put the mask on.
I tried to keep my breathing even, but the two parts of myself were battling viciously; it felt like my superfluous lungs would split with the force of it.
The one half of myself, the sensible, responsible half, was winning. It was finally strong enough to leave her. I would make her safe. I would take every precaution to rid her of the dangers that hung over her head daily. The most significant of those being myself.
I had planned everything out.
I would make my leave, and she would grieve, like any human. I loved her a thousand times stronger than she loved me, but it would still hurt. Time would heal that, though. Yes, after time it would lessen and finally fade away. My face would disappear from her m
The Cat, The Crow and The RoseSelina Kyle dropped down masterfully from the trees and onto the ground outside of the green house door. She stood up and strolled up to it, opening it and walking inside. Now, walking through the front door wasn't really her style, but when you were dealing with Ivy, it was better not to risk sneaking in. Her plants tended to attack anything that moved and Ivy assumed everything was an invasion.The Cat, The Crow and The Rose4 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Hey Red!" She called. "I need to talk to yo " she stopped talking when she saw a mass of vines with someone tied up in them. Someone she knew. "Jonathan," she said.
"Selina," he replied curtly, nodding his head slightly in acknowledgement. He was in costume (a delightful little piece Selina had deemed Black Nail Crow because of the nail polish he wore while in it) but was missing his hat and mask (though oddly not his glasses). His hands were restrained up above his head and him legs were held rigid beneath him. The fact that there were no vines around his neck and ches
The Night Will Last Forever 11The Night Will Last Forever 113 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 11: Old Wounds
A voice called out from somewhere in the distance.
Celestia, get up. Come on, don't do this to me. Get up Princess.
It was far away but right next to her.
Do I seriously have to drag your sorry flank through this whole valley?
Celestia's senses came back to her. Everything was black and faded. Her eyes were useless and her ears could only hear a faint scraping sound.
Someone like you doesn't die this easily. Come on.
"Stop just lying there...you don't have my permission to die yet."
Her body was still out cold but her mind began to process sound. She heard the sound of something being pulled through dirt. And the sound of Fate's voice.
"F..." Celestia could barely speak.
"There you are..." Fate said. His voice was strained. He struggled under the weight of carrying Celestia on his back, her legs dragging on the ground.
MorningEddie watches from his window as the lead Jonathan up the scaffolding. His Jonathan. Try as he might Eddie cannot keep his emotions in. His face is streaked with tears. Jonathan, in contrast, is calm. He walks to his death like a hero, a martyr. Eddie wishes he could be that calm; that brave. There's something he wants to tell Jonathan, something he's always wanted to tell Jonathan, but he's been too afraid to. Now, he needs to deal with the fact that he can fess up or let Jonathan die without ever knowing the truth. He watches as the guard goes to cover Jonathan's head with a bag and makes his decision.Morning4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Wait!" He yells, reaching out to Jonathan. He turns and looks at Eddie, their eyes locking. Eddie swallows and finds his voice at last. "I love you." Jonathan nods.
"I know," he whispers. With that, the guard covers his head in with the bag and places the noose around his neck, tightening it before walking over to the lever. Eddie watches as he pulls and the trap door gives out
RetributionsAaron Cash did not consider himself to be an overly complicated person.Retributions3 years ago in Humor More Like This
He was a guard at Arkham Asylum, working to subdue and rehabilitate the infamous rogues gallery of Gotham City.
Although, sometimes he wondered why he bothered.
Take, for instance, that wonderful day when Killer Croc had decided to bite his right arm off, just below the elbow.
It had taken weeks of intensive physical, as well as mental, therapy to get him back to his usual self, and even then he'd needed to learn to write with his left hand and use the hook the doctor had given him for his right. Not to mention that when he finally became convinced that he needed to go back to work he had to constantly face his fear of Croc.
Still, it was what it was as he often told himself.
He was a guard. A family man. He may be missing most of his right arm, but he was definitely not a cripple by any means.
Another plus was that he was popular. Not just with the staff, but with the inmates as well. Most took a universal liking
Vogue Vengeance"CASH!! CASH!! CASH!! CASH!! CASH!!"Vogue Vengeance3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Cash raised an eyebrow at the man jumping up and down before him.
Most guards would have simply ignored and/or yelled at the inmate to shut up.
Maybe even hit him.
Aaron Cash was not most guards.
"What is it, Ed?"
Edward Nygma looked up at him, huge green eyes almost frantic.
"Your collar is crooked!"
Aaron nodded, fixing it and turning to Dr. Joan Leland, who had just entered the room with a distant-looking Jonathan Crane.
"I thought you gave him some new pills for his OCD?" he said, indication the Riddler who was now completely focused on adjusting and readjusting his jumpsuit.
Joan sighed, nodding. "I did. Though it seemed to be having the opposite effect."
Cash nodded back, then pointed to Jonathan with his hook. "He ok?"
Jonathan stayed completely still, only his electric blue eyes following the path of the hook.
Joan nodded again. "He's under new medication as well, although-"
Before she could finish, however, the Scarecrow suddenly moved, wal
SeventeenIt was winter, it was freezing, but I, Jonathan Crane, wasn't cold. Why wasn't I cold, you ask? Well, the answer was simple. I was staying at Catwoman's apartment. What's so special about that, you may wonder. Is it the heating system? No, I would say. Oh, well is it the blanket? Nope, wrong again. Was she making warm food? Well yes, but that wasn't the reason. No the reason was one very special thing about Selina's apartment. Something that everyone who stayed there knew they had to deal with. Something that was currently making the Master of Fear very warm indeed. What is this magical thing you're thinking? Well, let me tell you.Seventeen4 years ago in Humor More Like This
The Night Will Last Forever 10The Night Will Last Forever 103 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 10: Sin of the Ages
Daily Log #528343
Date: 03-14-0005 - New Lunar Calendar
I suspect she will be here soon. She only has two options at this point, one of which would result in only failure. I don't know how, but somehow she is going to find out about us, and she is going to come for us.
Nightmare Moon was a fool to let her go. She had Celestia right in her hoof, but she let her desire for revenge get the better of her. She just wants to toy with her, make her slog through every bit of misery she can conjure up. And it's because she knows Celestia can take it.
If anything will be her downfall, it will be letting Celestia live. She thinks she can keep Celestia down forever, but this is foolish. Celestia is a threat to her, and she does not take it seriously.
But I do. And I believe that soon I will find out how much of a threat she can be. The path of fate will lead her right to my doorstep.
Then I will find out if she is capable of doing what so many others ha
The Night Will Last Forever 8The Night Will Last Forever 83 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Night Will Last Forever
Chapter 8 The Estranged Stranger
New Lunar Calendar
-29 Days After The Return
Celestia stared into the face of the striped zebra, their eyes glowing a deep yellow. The light from the burning library showing their grey face. Celestia wondered how they could see her.
"Who are you?" She yelled over the flames.
"Why don't you find out and see? But to do that you must first catch me!" The zebra taunted and ran down a street faster then Celestia had ever seen a pony run on foot.
"Hey! Come back here! Please, you have to tell me if you saw somepony leave this library!" Celestia yelled and ran after the zebra.
The zebra ran through the charred streets of Ponyville, leaping over piles of charred wood and debris. Celestia followed them, her legs picking up speed. The zebra lead Celestia through ruined homes and burned parks.
"Stop! Just tell me if you saw somepony else!" Celestia shouted as she ran after
NapJonathan Crane lied sleeping in the rec room of Arkham Asylum. He had just been brought back the day before and really it was the mercy of the staff that he was even allowed in the rec room. Not that he cared. He was sore and tired from his run in with Batman and he would have preferred solitary. It would have been quiet in solitary. He was only napping for ten minutes when the noise of his fellow lunatics woke him up. It was at that point he realized something was lying on top of him.Nap4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Whatever it was, it was warm, and was completely covering him from the base of his ribcage down. He could feel something soft and warm pressing against his stomach as well as something wrapped around his legs. Someone was sleeping on him. Someone in this blasted asylum had the gall to use him, The Master of Fear, as a pillow. With a growl forming in the back of his throat, he sat up; ready to see just who it was he had to gas into oblivion. But when his eyes caught sight of a familiar set o
Melt-8-31-13-Steamy AffairsThe door was unlocked. My mind first jumped to thoughts of burglary, but then I remembered that Jazmine had forgotten her phone yesterday. She had probably stopped by to grab it and forgot to lock the door, but when I saw a pair of her shoes lying by the door, I soundly guessed that she was still here.Melt-8-31-13-Steamy Affairs2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I shut the door behind me and dropped the keys on the kitchen table, then opened the kitchen cabinet and withdrew a large glass which I proceeded to fill with water. I chugged it and refilled it again. I had been working out and as a result, I was tired and very thirsty.
Wanting to see Jazmine, I left the kitchen and searched the living room. No sign of her there. I guessed that she was upstairs, and a small part of me hoped that she was in the bedroom. A guy can dream.
I walked towards the staircase and noticed another pair of shoes at the base of the staircase. They were a pair of white flats. I did not remember Jazmine owning anything like that, and besides they were too small for her
Loneliness of Lasting Petalsthe loneliness of lasting petalsLoneliness of Lasting Petals2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in a field somewhere
with only a poppy behind
to lament for days of coloured horizons
before a summer wind
carried his friends away!
The Night Will Last Forever 12The Night Will Last Forever 123 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 12: Selfish Ambitions
Explosions rocked the air like violent drums. A white blur and a grey stallion atop a moving platform of stone danced around each other, dodging and returning powerful projectiles and beams of magic.
Celestia's wings flapped and twisted to avoid the missiles that were exploding in the air around her. She flew towards Greed between his barrages in an attempt to reach him. Greed's weapons glowed blue after every shot, constantly teleporting more ammunition into the weapon.
A missile soared towards Celestia and she instinctively put up a magic barrier. The projectile exploded on impact with the shield and sent smoke around her. Celestia charged out of the smoke towards Greed.
Greed's platform backed up as Celestia flew at him full speed. Celestia gathered magic in her horn to attack Greed when a smaller weapon appeared in front of her, it's short barrel aimed straight at her head.
She teleported out of the way just as
Mr. PillowJonathan Crane chuckled to himself as he slipped into the Riddler's lair. He was going to scare that man so badly, he'd never want to break into the Master of Fear's lair again. Walking silently into Eddie's living room, Jonathan spotted a green blanket lying on the couch. Sneaking up to it, the Master of Fear picked it up, curled up on the couch and covered himself entirely with the blanket. Staying silent and trying not to breathe, the Scarecrow lay in wait.Mr. Pillow4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Minutes later, Edward Nygma entered the room, yawning. It was nearly time for Wheel of Fortune to come on and the Riddler flopped down on the couch, picking up the remote. Jonathan was about to spring when Eddie suddenly reached over to the blanket. But instead of picking it up and revealing his would-be ambusher, the Riddler touched the blanket and felt something rather un-blanket like beneath it.
"Hmmm " Eddie muttered to himself, poking the blanket again. "I must have a pillow under here oh well! All the bette