Innocent ObsessionI love moments like these. He’s asleep. My love. Whenever I cant sleep he’s dreaming, always, all night thru. He never had problems sleeping. I love it. Yes sure, I have to wake him every time so he gets up at all before the evening but Its way better than having him being awake all night, not able to find rest. He needs rest, he really does. He’s so nervous and scared when he’s awake, it must be so exhausting, no wonder he needs so much sleep. Being awake always just meant stress and uncomfortable situations for him. But never ever in his sleep, he could probably happily sleep thru the apocalypse.Innocent Obsession1 year ago in Sketches More Like This
So relaxed and calm, it’s the time of the day when I can observe his gorgeous form without making him uncomfortable or trying to hide or look different than he does. He’s so wonderful the natural way he is. Since I moved in here we keep the windows closed at night and he usually sleeps without any blanket, no wonder, he’s super warm, he even warms me
The Mask With A CrackThe Mask With A Crack3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have a mask, but you can't see
I have used it all day, even for my family
They think they know, they think they see
They hope they know the real me
But they don't, and they won't see
Because I'm too emotional, to be me
I'm afraid to get hurt, afraid to open up
I'm not a book, you can't open up
They have told me, '' You're a great actor ''
They don't know why, they don't know how I learned to act
I'm an actor all day, and a wear a mask
I can't get hurt, they can't touch me
I let one in, I let her see
I was told, that she loved me
And we were happy, young and free
Now she hates to even think about me
After she left, my mask got a crack
It's not completely intact
And behind it I'm crying, I'm dying
But they just can't see, the crack is small
It gets bigger every day, I'm hurt and they can soon see
They can soon see the real me
When someone pressed on, teased me about my ex
I spat on his goddamn face, I'm falling apart and I keep breaking
This crack, this crack is making me lose control
Old TricksYour lonely collarboneOld Tricks3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
whispers of destruction,
and flowery obituaries.
it sings of has been stories, and
But, only when I
dare open my eyes.
You weren't the pixie goddess
I painted with pretty words.
You were hard life pains,
and those nasty little pleasures
[ we never dared to talk about. ]
But, I'll save you the trouble
of a halfhearted denial&
Echo of the past 17 [ENG]Echo of the past 17 [ENG]3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Note from translator and author: this chapter took 6h to translate. I know my translations are not perfect. Try it yourself. I'm no genius. Just a fan ; )
Before you start reading the second part [starting with words: "three days..."]
please listen to the soundtrack, link to which you can find down below under the first star.
- Ohhh...You look terribly awful - said the light haired man as a means of saying hello, standing in the opened door, that only a few days ago were a gateway to freedom.
In the newcomers voice you couldn't actually find an ounce of pity, that the words said in Norwegian, might have suggested. The man pretended a false worry for a moment, but in a matter of seconds it changed into a wide unpleasant smile.
The flat owner frowned seeing that face and gave the man a disdainful look full of animosity. Without saying a word, with a tilt of his head he called the newcomer in.
Not waiting with a slight limp he went slowly to sit on the sofa, tha
Getting Into Character TG zapEiri shifted on the bed, letting the mattress absorb his weight as he considered what to do next. He could turn on the TV, but nothing good would be on; he could get up, but he wasn't sure what he would go too. "Maybe I'll just get another beer from the fridge," he muttered after a moment.Getting Into Character TG zap4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Wouldn't," muttered a voice. "Messes with your liver like hell, and would wreak havoc with the story."
"What?" He spun around in the bed, feet fishtailing across the surface as he looked for the owner, eventually pushing himself all the way up as he looked around. "Where ?"
A finger tapped him on the forehead, the bod behind it slowly materializing in a soft grin as Ethalia looked him up and down. "Not my best prospects, but I've had worse Good measurements nice bone structure " She glanced at his groin, smirking softly. "I don't think we particularly need to touch that area, but thank you for the visual."
His fingers scrabbled down, touching cloth in relief than looking up in
Emergence 2. Late Night (tf)Emergence 2. Late Night (tf)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Same deal as yesterday Sis?” Ollie grinned and looked at her, rubbing his black hair like he was up to something. Which the eleven year old was, she supposed, proposing a joint truancy. It didn’t seem like such a big deal after yesterday, it’d keep them both trouble and boredom.
“Let’s see who’s in first, if it’s too quiet for lessons then fine.” Karen suggested, striding beside him down the early morning streets. It was a nice cool day, slightly overcast, but clear, and not too cold.
“Alright, fine. How was yesterday? Those new kids?” He asked. Oh yeah, he’d seen Maddie and Lorcan, she remembered. Or seen their appearances anyway, he had no idea of what they said, or the weird monsters that played and scampered around Lorcan’s house, nor the horrible serpentine tail that extended from the naga’s body. He was completely oblivious. She envied him slightly.
“Hey! Hey, earth to Karen, what’sa
Eye of the Storm: Chapter 1 (UndertakerxWilliam) It began as a warm, sunny day boasting a crystal blue sky, which led many to believe that it would stay this way. Alas, according to the cold hands of fate, dark rumbling storm clouds rolled in at breakneck speed. After a mere half hour the sun had been muffled by black and gusts of wind swung the trees around in a mad dance.Eye of the Storm: Chapter 1 (UndertakerxWilliam)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
This and the sudden ocean falling upon their heads caused the many groups of people to flee their pleasant outings and seek shelter before they were left looking like packs of drowned rats. Fear of bad weather was such a human worry. A few clouds and a bucket or two of rain did nothing to scare reapers such as William T. Spears.
Spears, such a proper name for this stoic, as they seemed to come jutting out of his cold green eyes whenever he was displeased. The mere adjusting of his glasses, or straightening of his impeccable suit, meant doom for the unfortunate reapers near him. Nothing was ever helped by waving a red flag
That's not meI'm carrying a light, a light that's about to vanish,That's not me5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But this light I'm carrying, that's not me.
I'm wearing a mask, a mask that's breaking,
But the mask I'm wearing, that's not me.
I'm playing a role, a role that's faking,
The role I'm playing, that's not me.
I look in the mirror and what do I see?
I see a face - that's not me.
GillsIts raining.Gills6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Thats what we called it, remember?
She is sitting there on the floor while they poke, prod, and analyze. Well, I suppose shes laying. Shes sleeping. Laying means fucking, and shes really not up to that right now. Shes not up to much, really.
I know why she did it. I wont tell them though. She wouldnt like that.
She couldnt breathe anymore. The air was too light. It wouldnt settle anymore, in her lungs, I mean it was the smog. She wanted to move to Georgia or Seattle or somewhere with air so light it made the people prefer their accents over our lack thereof. She wanted to see how long itd take her to drown.
Thats why she did it. See the lines along her throat? She was drowning in air. She was born wrong. She needed gills. She died breathing.
Id trace her body but the Rent-A-Cops would get cross and thats not on my list of things I want to do today. I mean, seeing Machelle naked
MaaheWhen the Maaheseum wore off, Onteia knew she was close to death. Her hair had gone white, her eyes were sunken and glassy, her flesh had receded. Those in her pod were the same: decrepit old men and women, none of them older than twenty-five. Outside, the blueshift had pushed every black hole, every brown dwarf, every burst of cosmic radiation from every pulsar in the Galactic Center into visibility. In hyperspace, even someone who never saw the shining beauty brought out by Maaheseum could see what lay beyond the cursory glance that was their lifelong perspective.Maahe10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The pod was nearing its final destination--the spectacular, unmatched glory of a collapsing star. This was what all Travelers longed to see before their inevitable early death from the drug. Onteia reached into the small container at the center of their pod, where there were enough green-tinted black shards to last a hundred Travelers a decade. She took a piece just over an inch long, and set it on her decaying molars, and b
Gateway"Do you know what victory is?" asked a soft voice behind her.Gateway4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The girl with the broken eyes didn't look up. She couldn't. She didn't want to. Her whole body was tattooed with the rain that had started hours before, her hair dripping with the sky's tears. She hadn't wanted to dry the sorrow of the weather from her skin; for fear that someone would see her own.
"I asked, do you know what victory is?" The voice was soft, but strong. And there was something about it that reminded her that she needed to pay attention.
She still didn't speak and a disappointed sigh came from the voice. It was as if the rain had stolen her voice.
"Victory is, when you lay awake at night and pray for the sanity of others rather than yourself. It's when that broken heart which has tormented you, heals you instead. It's when you learn to forgive yourself for your past and look forward to the future."
The tears hadn't stopped yet. They made their way down her face like lifeless little
RaindropsMove quick now, here come the raindropsRaindrops5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Run now run, fast and they won't stop
Down they come, straight through the cold air
Watch them fall, crash while we all stare
Stop don't stand, still in the silver light
Please don't test, the quake of this velvet night
Quick they come, swift on tangled feet
Bounding fast, down that broken street
Now they shine, bright from all around
Listen for, the ring of that crimson sound
Watch and wait, here in the crystal rain
Blue thoughts flash, trying to stay sane
Spinning round, now in a copper stream
Stuck beneath, the shade of an emerald dream
Purple eyes, watch like a blind seer
Draped in white, soon the end is near
Don't despair, soon it will be all right
Burning low, cling to that golden light
Feel that flow, stop and wonder why
We've never seen, the color of the sky
Move quick now, we are the raindrops
Fall now fall, fast and we won't stop
Down we come, straight through the cold air
Watch us fall, crash while you all stare
Forms and FortunesA brown telegraph machine fastened to my left legForms and Fortunes5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A body lifeless of blood, white in the pure light of the waning sun (while the sun is waxing simutaneously)
I pluck broken faces from the black heart of yesterday
Grey hands cover my eyes in the midst of a purple night
(while the sun goes a waxing)
A weatherleaf in the corner of my eye
(God sits in the corner of my eye)
Make an entrance? No, I'd rather wait in my three legged chair
Then FallShe looks into an empty mirror beneath the sun.Then Fall5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She places six tapes into a box, the seventh hangs from her neck.
I'll Be YoursI'll Be Yours2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll be a friend if you want;
long walks in the park,
cuddling up on the couch when it's dark,
playing catch or chasing you around.
I'll be a hero once I am found;
maybe I won't save your life today,
but give me a chance, it'll be ok
I'll make you happy, you'll want me to stay.
I'll be a listener when you need one;
I'll never interrupt, just lean my head
on your shoulder to listen closer
Or lay with you all night and day on your bed.
I only need a small few things from you -
a gentle heart, a caring soul,
someone who will take care of me even when I'm old
I promise you for my whole life
I will be there for you.
Losing Myself To Find YouMissing you was never enoughLosing Myself To Find You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(Sorrow is another form of art, but my art washes away and I take your hand in mine instead)
Jillisa Mermaid Transformation StoryThe weekend had finely come for Jillisa. It had been a long hard week at the office and she needed a escape for the weekend, so she went to the beach. When she got there she found the beach crowded with people. Turned out that she was not the only one thinking of the beach this fine beautiful day in California. The boardwalk was not so crowded, and long the boardwalk were small shops or vendors with portable stands selling everything from cool pop to trinkets, to jewelry. Bored and disappointed at not finding a good spot in the sand to just lay out and enjoy the sun she browsed along checking out the different sellers, and what they had to offer. Jillisa stood out in the crowd of people walking along the boardwalk. Sure she was attractive with full breast, shapely legs, long brown hair, and soft blue eyes, but what made her stand out was that she was one of those that loved the color pink. It was her favorite color. She wore a 2 piece pink bikini, pink flip flops, and carried a pink puJillisa Mermaid Transformation Story3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dreams - A Dragon TF by JargonHello there, dear reader! It looks like you're about to start reading this story ^.=.^Dreams - A Dragon TF by Jargon4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
While I'm honoured that you'd like to read my works, I regrettably have to inform you that this story has been discontinued after eight chapters and a sidestory merge. There won't be any more chapters in this story, sadly.
I am however working on a new project that will hopefully outshine this old gal - it's going to be released some time in the future, and I hope you'll be there to read that was well.
If you can deal with this story ending abruptly with no end in sight, then by all means read on, and dream.
People dream. It's natural. Daydreams you usually control and you can make them whatever you want. Sometimes they get forgotten, sometimes they spring back to life after a long time, or just a heartbeat. Sometimes, they come true.
Last year, I stayed home from school two days because of stomach pains. My mother thought it was some kind of odd flu, mainly because she had it t
.Falling, closer and closer to the ground with every step I take.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Falling, closer and closer to the ground with every thought I think
And I'm falling, into the dirty streets of New York City
She swept me away from that hotel
Carrying me away with the legs I always knew she had
And we died there to the rest of the world in each other's arms
Not in a grotesque way, but in the romantic kind of way, turn the tv off, we're here and we need no other.
YouBeautiful, captivating. Watchful, transfixing. When I look into your eyes, I see beauty. I look into your eyes and I see a world of wonder, I see a worl of magic. You are a gift, an angel sent by God. I sit in darkness, I am engulfed in pain. But an angel came to me, an angel tried to save me. I look into her eyes, and I start to see another way. the darkness started to go away, pain started to slowly fade. She brought new wonders with her, she helped me understand. She is an angel, she is something with magic. Magic in her eyes, magic in her touch. She brought me to the light, she replaced the pain with joy. She is a gift from God, she was my savior. I love her, we are happy together. It was you, you saved me. Saved me from pain, saved me from suicide. You, you saved me. I thank you. I love you, I will always love you. My girl, my love. My angel, my Jyoti.You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My SacrificeMy Sacrifice7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter one: out like a light
Be kind this is my first FMA fic
I will only say this once I don't own full metal alchemist!!
Light filtered through the grand window panes in the back of the bright and stuffy office, the rays lazily bouncing off the polished hard wood of the semi-clean, paper strewn, desks, to hit the pale walls, forming peculiar silhouettes on the pastel painted areas they touched, showing the dust that danced an imperceptible ballet in mid air. Black eyes looked over the room slowly, unenthusiastically; well used fingers occupied by doodling on some oddly important work, which needed t
NightmareI haunt your mind, I haunt your thoughts. I convince you, that you are nothing; that you are worthless. I make you feel alone, unwanted. I, am your fucking nightmare. I am the little voice inside you, your personal demon. I am worse, than your darkest dreams. I, am your personal hell. Destroying you from the inside out. Hahahaha! I'm your fuckin nightmare. As your nightmare cones to life, I become stronger. Taking over your every thought, enhancing your every fear. I love to twist your mind, God ain't on your side. I'm your fucking nightmare. Hahahaha! Destroying your resolve, stripping you of reason. Leaving you hurt, and tormented. Leaving you, more afraid than ever. None of them care, all will abandon you. Your are a worthless, useless, hopeless mother fucker. Your trash, you piece of shit. Hahahaha! I'm your fucking nightmare!!Nightmare4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stressed Selkie- TFJennifer dipped a toe in the water, withdrawing it again with a shiver. The water was colder than normal. She placed her toe in again, suppressing the shivers until she managed to slide her entire foot in. She placed her other foot in next, sinking the skin in one centimeter at a time while she fought to keep her teeth from chattering.Stressed Selkie- TF4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
With another deep breath she ran forward, fighting off the urge to squeal when the rest of her ankle was drenched and sprung forward, flying over the water. She landed on her bottom. There was a round rock digging into her bottom through the second skin of her bikini. "Ow!"
"If it was going to hurt, why did you do it?" A head of brown hair bobbed up in the surface in front of her, a light brown face greeting her with liquid eyes. The mouth was barely above the water, down downward in a frown that threatened to dunk the lips beneath the waves.
"Because I didn't know it was going to hurt," she shrugged, pushing to her feet. She rubbed against her sore bott
My name is...My name is Ashley Blaire Peters. I am seventeen years old. I have my mother's brown hair. I have light green eyes. I am a girl who doesn't like shoes and I like relaxing with my friends. I've always been curious of my surroundings. I live to dance.My name is...6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I still remember what I was wearing the day I decided to enter the cave. How can I not? I had a white spaghetti-strap shirt with little pink splotches of random shapes. I had a new denim jacket that I had just bought from the mall a few miles away. In fact, we were planning on heading over there that day. Anyway, I wore a pair of jeans: high-waters. They were comfortable and fit just right. Finally, you guessed it: I had my trusty pair of flip-flops. I never liked shoes. My parents told me that I would always take them off when I was a little kid. When forced, I much prefer sandals, especially flip-flops. They are absolutely amazing. My perfect outfit. I left my purse with my friend the night before, so she was going to give it to me when I