TheLastFlower2Night fell,so Rapunzel came to Daffodi's room to say "Good Night",only to find it empty."How?"Rapauzel's heart nearly stopped when she saw the open window."My baby."tears started roll down her cheeks."Eugene!Eugene!"Rapunzel shouted.Her husband came running up to see the problem."Our baby is gone!"Rapunzel weeped.Eugene put his arms around her comforting her."She is gone"Rapunzel repeated quietly.Eugene smoothed her hair."Don't wory baby,we'll find her."TheLastFlower22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They didn't know Daffodi was a mile away.She turned to see the castle one last time, her hair braided and cloaked with a black blacket.
TheLastFlower3"What sould I do now?" Daffodil though out loud.TheLastFlower32 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She honestly didn't think this plan would work but still she was glad.
"I cann't just walk around the world .I would be rather tired.I could take rest stops but it take very long."
She want to be out of the state by tomorrow.
"There must be a hot air ballon service somewhere but first a rest."
She found a tree,sat down,close her eyes,and sang to herself a quick song she remember her mother sung to her when young.
Sweet flower of mine,lay head in your warm bed.Mother is with you don't you cry,
I'll be by you, so close your eyes.
"Oh mom I still love you."
Some times her dad would come up and sing.
Me too,do ta do
That allows make her giggle.
Few hours later.
"Well,Well,Well what do we have here?"
Daffodil eyes opened wide.Please be a nightmare ,she thought,but it wasn't.
"What is a girl doing sleeping by a tree?"
It was the Stabbington Brothers,Daffodil heard her mom and dad talk
TheLastFlowerPrologueFew years ago,Rapunzel gave birth to a healthy baby girl.Rapunzel thought the last of the flower's magic wore off but really she gave the very last to the child which we named Daffodi and I(Eugene Fitzherbert)got super strengh like I wanted.(but that is another story.)Anyway,by age 5,Daffodi was growing beautiful,long,blond hair like her mother had.Mother(NOT!)Gothel isn't a problem anymore but still we couldn't help but to worry,for anyone could take our Daffodi.TheLastFlowerPrologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
PerspectivePerspective1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The looking glass extends throughout
All splatters of pure clear
A reality that hasn't begun
All innocently of mind
The stares of the unknown
Are stepping stones across
The bridge of perspective
The perspective from within
Redden streaks merge with white
Staining all lies inside
Bringing them all out into the surface
Over the edge of the terrence
Crossing over that gap
With the sharpened demons below
Waiting to devour
Waiting only to steal
The planks upon which they walk
Creak and fall with every step
With steps further they take along
A new perspective of reality
FearFear is when a child asks you to keep the light on because he thinks there are monsters under his bedFear2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fear is when you wake up in sweats from a nightmare
Fear is when a teenager hits his father's car and doesn't know how to tell him
Fear is when you're sitting in the examination hall waiting to see the paper
Fear is when when you lose your family in a crowd
Fear is when you pull your sleeves down so nobody can see the scars
It's when you turn the music to full volume so that no one can hear you cry
Fear is when you're forced to face a person who wants to destroy you
Fear is when a girl is afraid to lose the guy she loves
Fear is when a guy can not sleep at nights when he knows his girl isn't fine
Fear is a distressing emotion aroused by danger, evil or pain
Fear is the emotion that makes you weak on your knees
And can overpower you in seconds
Fear is just an emotion
Overcome it and you're the strongest and bravest person alive.
- DECEIT. -chapter 1 DECEIT- DECEIT. -chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Koushi sat in the corner of the horse-drawin carriage. She was in some sort of extremely large crate with so much room a whole familly of raccoons could live in it. She stared down at the ground and sighed. What had she done? She had just murdered her best friend. He was pretty cool. You even share a last name, even if it was just a joke. You decided to keep your real identity hidden.
You blink and temporarily wash away memor
Writer x Prussia x Reader: Lab Rats (Preview)Writer x Prussia x Reader: Lab Rats (Preview)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Writer x Prussia x Reader:
Lab Rats (Preview?)
This is just something I came up with.(dunno why.)
There are gonna be two of these.
1.) A crack version. xD
2.) A basic story
It is my first but I won't be writing these often.
*Reader comes in later*
The dim lit room finally brightened. The sounds of machines can be heard throughout the silent halls. A young man, by the name of Gilbert, had just woken up from his 'awesome' nap.
He looked around for a moment knowing the absence of his yellow friend. He had a worried look on his face and dashed out the small room in the back of the hallway.
"Alright, frau, what have you done with Gilbird?!?!?" he yelled in an annoyed tone, running out in the halls with only rubber duck underwear on.
"My name is not 'frau' Mr. Beilschmidt," said a voice that echoed through the halls,
"And the answer to your question is classified, until you co
. perfect . by kendrick .. perfect . by kendrick .5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
I suppose that words are useless now that we've come this far
After all how can I express how much i love you from the pit of my soul?
I'll admit...in so many ways i feel incompetent when it comes to you
I feel I've treated you so wrong
For every time I've snapped...
I would give my life for you...disgrace myself in any way
To keep you always and forever
You wonder why everyone loves you...I have no clue
But I know that I've never been so devoted to anyone thing
A wave of depression washes over me when I think of our past...and that awful medicine
But I wish so desperately to have you all to myself
I wish it were only us but so many more people invade my life with you
It rips me apart but they'll never see me shed a tear
My human face is for you to see because i trust you with that sacred knowledge
That I hurt more than anyone thinks...
You were the one who had an impassible barrier at first
I broke it down, but at the same time you broke mine as well
You are the only one on this earth
And She Remains No MoreAnd She Remains No More4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A frightened glance
A saddened look
In pain, in shame, in fear.
A girl who cries by windowside
Knows not why she is here.
Her candle drips
And drips and drips,
Her pen, it does run dry
From overuse and her abuse;
She writes, and wonders, wonders why.
Wonders indeed of her young life
And the love she chose,
Wonders why he could not stay.
"I've plans elsewhere, must disappear"
And from her he did stray.
Now must she find her repose
In this, a nunnery,
Where hearts learn to be tame?
What if he should return while candles burn?
Oh God, oh God the shame!
She knows she cannot speak of it;
A sinner still;
And chastity not within her dwells.
"He keeps my sickly heart," she weeps,
Her impurity, she knows, will tell.
Her skin, it is true, is without blemish -
True corp'ral purity -
"Nothing is wrong," she will say,
For the bruises she hides are buried deep inside,
And those will stay, yes those will stay.
A victim of his cruel cruel heart
No more no less
She tries not to let it show.
She wants h
Bioshock 2 Short StoryAndrew Ryan mentioned me once, in one of his voice diary recordings. The Alpha series Big Daddy, crouched by a Gather's Garden, crying. Epsilon, that's what they branded me, the last of the official Alpha series. They stripped me of all my memories from the surface, and bonded me to a poor little girl, an orphan, and forced a Adam Slug in her stomach, making her a little sister.Bioshock 2 Short Story4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I loved her like my daughter, though, and I was her Daddy. Mr. Bubbles she'd call me, though all Little Sister's called their Big Daddys that. No one got near her, and I was critically injured many times for her, and even died twice, but with the miracle invention called a Vita-chamber, I'd come back over and over. However, that wasn't the same for my little one.
The Splicers overwhelmed me, pinning me down momentarily, but it was too late once I broke free, and Oh god I can remember it so clearly, the bastards killed her right in front of me! They killed my little one, and broke our bond. Oh god, it
At last My Dream Came True Even as I sit here cryingAt last My Dream Came True2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In my arms I hold you dying
Though your breath comes quick
And the end draws near
I have something to tell you my sweet love, my dear
You were my new dream
One I wished for more than the rest
So if this is the end I say
No end, do more I detest
Good-bye dear dream
I'll see you soon
I'll think of you in light or gloom
Even as you lay here dead
There is still one more thing to shed
A single tear, a final good bye
As it fall a light explodes
Soon I'm wrapped in your strong arms
And I see to you there is no harm
At last My dream has come true.
True Love"I don't Love you because I need you, I need you because I Love you."True Love3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
The Immortal Regret.The Immortal Regret.1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I see upon a hill,
the setting sun, fleeing from the night...
The moon coming above that horizon for the kill,
to rise and banish to darkness all light.
Though time brushes over creation,
I live on, a slave to immortality.
Though I was the choser of my own damnation,
Twas humanity that was the cause of my brutality.
Now the world around me decays,
unlike my flesh and mind...
Time has left my future in a haze,
and the changing world has been unkind.
I see upon a hill, but another slope downward,
where the pointless journey continues on...
unto to no end is my existence forever moving forward
Nostalgia is dead, as my past is forever gone.
MudLord,Mud3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you see this glob of mud -
sinful, wicked, difficult.
What use is it,
this dirty speck?
How can it glorify Your Name?
look how I take this mud,
and mould it gently with my hands -
look how I give it what it needs,
and cleanse with fire to make it new:
to build my City with.
Imperfectly Beautiful.Imperfectly Beautiful.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is something that is never achieved.
People are insecure, and go out of their way for it.
They should know they are all being deceived,
Because even if something is imperfect it still is beautiful.
SpeechlessSpeechless3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Should I be glad I ever met you,
And say thanks for these last few years?
Should I be happy we were friends,
And accept that we no longer will be?
Or should I give into these feelings of anger,
Of hurt and of sadness that you've chosen
To toss away something so treasured for
Reasons so trivial to my eyes?
Four years of your life wasted on me,
Four years of my life I'll remember
It hurts to see you walk away from
The memories we share, the good times
We saw rolling by like stones under the tires
We were driving in the fast lane, shading the sun
From our sensitive eyes and letting the wind
Dance across our smiles; and now here is a fork
In our path, and which way will you go?
Will you rattle away from me through the gravel?
I'll take this suitcase that dreams of adventure
I'll wave goodbye and hope you reach your
Destination, because I know I will find mine
And the last thing I'll say is, if we ever cross paths
Again; wherever, whenever that may be:
I hope to see a smile on your face,
Wat als je niks meer weet? - Deel 1Een verhaal in drie delen. Waarom drie? Literair verantwoord, schijnbaar.Wat als je niks meer weet? - Deel 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Een goede anderhalf jaar terug, op een woensdag in, ik dacht, november, wist ik helemaal niks meer. In mijn beleving werd ik vanuit het niets wakker op een tafeltje. Een tafeltje waaraan ik kennelijk een toets heb zitten maken, maar waar ik niks meer vanaf wist. Überhaupt wist ik niet echt veel zaken te benoemen. Sterker nog: ik kon nog praten en ademen, en dat was het ongeveer. Ik wist helemaal niks meer. Nul komma nul.
Wat als je helemaal niks meer weet? Denk daar nu eens goed over na.
Kan ik me voorstellen.
Stel je om te beginnen voor dat je de volgende zaken niet weet:
Waar je op dat moment bent.
In welk land dat is.
Welke taal je spreekt.
Wat je tien minuten terug nog vol overgave deed.
De namen van de personen die over je heen staan gebogen, terwijl ze je behandelen alsof ze je jaren kennen.
After 'Ever After': Pt. 8After 'Ever After': Pt. 82 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Eight: "Wait For Me"
Rapunzel usually spent much of the weekend of with her parents, but that particular weekend, she didn't leave Eugene's room once since two a.m., when she woke up in a cold sweat from a nightmare of her love being hung and crawled into bed with him.
Pascal was sleeping on the bedside table next to her, so she let him be, and tiptoed to her door. It creaked open slowly, and she poked her head out into the hall dimly lit by candlelight. The guard her parents had assigned to sit outside her door out of sheer paranoia had fallen asleep, and was slumped over on a chair opposite her door. Rapunzel closed the door with a soft click, and turned left as she made her way down the hall.
Rapunzel hugged her arms around her chest the castle got awfully chilly at night, and her nightgown was barely a thin sheet of pale blue cotton. She tried to ignore the cold searing through the soles of her feet with every step she took on the marble tile.
At least the stairwell
A Bit of ColorRapunzel, age 13, sat on her bed, reading her books for what was approximately the fifteen billionth time. Her one and only companion next to Mother Gothel, a little chameleon named Pascal, was snoozing on her pillow. Mother Gothel had been gone for three days, searching for something. She hadn't told Rapunzel what exactly it was, just that it was a present especially for her. While curious, Rapunzel was sure that it could never compare to going outside.A Bit of Color3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Rapunzel!" a voice called. "Let down your hair!"
Rapunzel jumped up and opened her window. There was Mother Gothel, carrying a basket at her side. Wondering what could be inside, Rapunzel let down her honey-gold hair. Gothel held on as her "daughter" pulled her back up.
"I have a surprise for you," Gothel chirped.
"Really? What is it?" Rapunzel asked.
"Open the basket, darling."
She did so, and found several jars of paint, in every color of the rainbow. There were also several paintbrushes.
"Oh, thank you, Mother!" she said brightly,
Gone is WinterGone is the white,Gone is Winter3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sparkling ground.
Here comes the sun.
Here comes the bright blue sky,
almost overcome with brightness.
Here comes the blue, the orange,
the pink, the purple,
the red, the yellow
of new life in the ground.
Gone is winter.
Here comes the sun.
Make No SenseWhy can't I have another try?Make No Sense3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why can't I have another life?
'Cause this one's burning to the ground
Like no one's ever around.
I'm the one sad when everything's happy,
I'm the one glad when everything's crappy.
I know I make no sense,
but trust me,
I'm the best of the best.
ConfusionI look upon this canyon,Confusion3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
great, dark and deep.
I see others falling,
I watch them as they weep.
I scramble down the canyon wall,
just a little bit,
and find a tiny cavern,
and so there I sit.
I see the people falling,
and cower at their screams.
I wonder why they jump off,
all I see are little streams.
I can't understand their motives.
Why do they do this thing?
I see some reconsider,
and grab branches to which they cling.
I try to see the bottom,
for which my eyes do strain.
The people there are smiling,
even after the blood and pain.
But some stand out at the bottom.
They continue to cry out in pain.
It seems like, for some of them,
the jump was all in vain.
So I return my attention
to the ones standing at the top.
Their faces look like a little kid's
who just saw a giant lollipop.
They seem not to know
what will happen when they leap.
They're oblivious to the world,
as if they're asleep.
This love, as you can tell,
is a dangerous thing.
But don't leave it behind.
Don't just cling.
Top 17 Disney villains-----------------------Top 17 Disney villains1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Hi there, Monstermaster13 here with another one of my lists. This time it is of my list of top 17 Disney villains, this includes female villains.
What more is there to say about this one? He doesn't have a voice because he doesn't need one - he's a giant demon on top of a mountain.
This is the first pixar villain on this list and it's not who you would expect it to be. You'd think it would be Hopper or Syndrome but in my opinion it's deffinitely this bear.
Look at him doesn't he look so big and cuddly like you could hug him? Well think again, Lotso may look cute but his personality is anything but cute.
15. Captain Hook
The first comedic villain on this list and boy is he funny. He tries to be menacing but he just comes across as well...a cowardly goof.
Or as Peter himself puts it..."a codfish".
I agree with what the Nostalgia C
On Top of a Ferris WheelThe amusement park is just about ready to sleep for the night as I look over the fair form the top of the rickety, old ferris wheel. The midway is still dotted with people in the distance, and the cheerful sounds of a carnival ring in my ears. I can slightly catch the scent of my favorite fair foods in the air; cotton candy, funnel cakes, everything and anything on a stick. The rides all flash and dance, with such color and brightness that it's almost dizzying next to the deep cobalt sky. The summer night, one of the last ones we'll have this year, is comfortable and warming. The wind slightly sways the ferris wheel cart back and forth, like a pendulum on a grandfather clock. The colors of the cart are transparent versions of their former vibrancy, in pastel blues, reds, and yellows, and are slightly rusted and chipped. The fair-goers finish their last trip on the high and mighty roller coaster, and start making their way toward the exit. Tomorrow, I sadly recall, this would all be gonOn Top of a Ferris Wheel2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This