Sprinting Towards DemiseSprinting Towards Demise3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By burning waters, and smoldering bridges,
I await the genesis of our animosity.
Make the move that gives me permission to strike,
make the move that will bring about your end.
Near draws the line that which I advise you to never cross.
Though to my eyes comes the image of your sprinting legs.
It would seem, that through your veins flows pure pestilence,
and that you wish to bring upon me, nuisances by any cost.
Good God, such a fool bound for my throat,
knowing not the patient blade that waits.
Honor averts it's eyes, as your charge draws to an end.
It wishes this good and done, just as I.
A swift jerk of my arm to your direction,
and make you, a last descent to the ground below.
Then burden leaves my shoulders,
as life outward, pours from your filthy heart.
Top 50 Batman Quotes50.I believe in Jim Gordon. I believe in Harvey Dent. I believe in Gotham City.Top 50 Batman Quotes5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
49.I made a promise on the grave of my parents that I would rid this city of the evil that took their lives. By day, I am Bruce Wayne, billionaire philanthropist. At night, criminals, a cowardly and superstitious lot, call me... Batman.
48.You and I... with what we do... what's at stake... we can't fail. Others don't understand, but even if it's... impossible, we still have to succeed.
47.Your life could end here, now, and nobody would ever know. Would anyone even miss you? Tell me, what's your life worth, punk... ?
46.I've known Commissioner Jim Gordon for more years than I'd care to admit. During that time a friendship has grown that I thought was as solid as a rock. I would have trusted my life to the man.
45.You can never escape me. Bullets don't harm me. Nothing harms me. But I know pain. I know pain. Sometimes I share it. With someone like you
44.My life has been a crusade to save this city. But as Ba
His memories: Ch.2His memories: Ch.24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We were surrounded by our little cousins, who were arguing over this little problem which caused me and him to just stare at them and than I turned around and stared at him. He looked at me and saw me laughing at my little cousins, he just winked at me and had this smirk on his face.
After 10 minute of me and him staying with my little cousins, he said to me "We need to talk about that subject."
I nodded my head, knowing what he was talking about. We went into his room and we started our long conversation about what was happening.
Somewhere in the middle of the conversation, he said "It's my duty to protect you, we might be relatives, but we are also best friends. You can't depend on friends, they might not be there one day, but me, I'll always be here."
My heart beat increased, and I nodded my head like I knew this things before.
Peppermint [Takao Kazunari x Reader]Peppermint [Takao Kazunari x Reader]1 year ago in Romance More Like This
[Y/N] trailed absently through her apartment, the soft material of her long-sleeved shirt brushing the bare skin of her thighs as she did so. Though, it was not her shirt, hence why its hem reached her mid-thigh and the sleeves reached past her fingertips, snugly enveloping her hands like warm gloves, a must-have during these chilly winter nights.
Padding down the hall like a sleepy cat, [Y/N] reached the kitchen and flicked the switch to her left. She winced as the overhead lights turned on, the brightness harsh against her darkness-accustomed eyes. As though following a routine, she made a beeline for the kettle, filling it with water and switching it on before reaching into one of the many cupboards for a mug. This wasn’t the first time she’d woken up in the middle of the night, and then found—no matter how exhausted she was—that she couldn’t get back to sleep again. There wasn’t any particular reason for it; she wasn’t under any horr
GA fanfic 3-Walkthrough Part 1GA fanfic 3-Walkthrough Part 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ghost Adventures Title sequence
My name is Zak Bagans. I've never believed in ghosts until I came face to face with one. So I set out on a quest to capture what I once saw onto video....
With no big camera crews following us around, I am joined only by my fellow investigator Nick Groff and our equipment tech Aaron Goodwin. The three of us will travel to some of the most highly active paranormal locations, where we will spend an entire night, being locked down from dusk until dawn....
These are our Ghost Adventures.
Old Wyoming Penitentiary, WY
Walkthrough Part 1
While Zak got ready to introduce our lockdown site, I watched Aaron and Nick set up their cameras to film him.
"Within the town of Rawlins, Wyoming lays the notorious Old Wyoming Penitentiary. Known to the locals as "Old Pen", it was the former home to 13,500 of the worst inmates that the state ha
GA fanfic-EpilogueGA fanfic-Epilogue5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After the Lockdown
The experiences I had Halden Mansion were truly something I'll remember for a long time. The Ghost Adventures Crew were great; not only were they doing a great job as Paranormal Investigators, but they were great people to hang out with.
I knew that a lot of fans would be jealous that I had that chance to spend an entire lockdown with them and became their official Junior Paranormal Investigator. I felt the spirits' wrath while locked inside, but all I have to say is that no matter what occurred there, I was glad to do it with the best team.
Now I will continue watching the show and keeping an eye on where t
GA fanfic-Review the EvidenceGA fanfic-Review the Evidence5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Reviewing the Evidence
A few weeks after the lockdown, the Crew invited me to meet Debby and Mark Constantino, specialists in EVPs.
We all grouped by their analyst computer that will decipher the EVPs we caught. Aaron and Nick filmed the whole thing.
Zak went first.
"I caught this while investigating the second bedroom in the Halden Mansion."
Debbie listened with her headphones and drowned out the white noise,
"Me. It sounds like Me."
"Yeah, that's what we heard." Zak replied.
I went next.
"This one I caught while down in the basement by myself, looking at the pentagram."
Debby listened close.
"I heard It's not safe. It also sounds high-pitched like a female or child's voice."
A sudden chill zapped down my spine,
"It must've been Emma Halden, she's the only female spirit in the Mansion."
We all shared expressions of wonder,
"Did Emma warn you about the pentagram?" Zak asked
"That's the only way I can explain it." I turned to Debby to share my experience.
"When I turned back to the
10 Reasons To Buy Toilet Paper1) To stuff my bra in hopes that you'll see me tonight10 Reasons To Buy Toilet Paper3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
2) To dry the tears from my eyes when you don't
3) To blow my nose and try again tomorrow
4) To keep in my pocket just in case
5) To dab my lipstick before our date
6) To fix my mascara after you say you love me
7) To clean my glasses and see the truth on your collar
8) To wipe the crap off of your lips when you swear I'm the only one
9) To use every roll to cover your house in blankets of white
10) To replace the toilet paper I wasted on you
Gamers ARE the Industry!Gamers ARE the Industry!11 months ago in Settings More Like This
Without us (gamers).. none of these devs or journalists would have jobs. It's time to
stop complaining and saying "I'm not interested" or "I just wanna play games".
We have to start working together to fight the corruption in the industry and shove
out the Social Justice Nonsense that's been plaguing our games.
you have seven days to live.1.the news doesn't hurt:you have seven days to live.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's his eyes that hurt you,
the glimmer of his past
creeping in just like
his father used to creep in
at three a.m.
with a sin on his mind
and rage on his hands.
he waits for you to react,
but you don't
because he's suddenly seven again,
while mommy cries
in a ball on the couch.
2.you think time
is a funny thing.
people talk about it
like it is an object:
"I need more time," they say,
like they will go to the store later
and buy more.
but you know that time
is more like an ocean wave,
with an endless
pounding that continues
long after we greet the dirt,
and we want more time,
but time doesn't want us.
3.he tries to force you
into his wrists,
his ankles, his collarbone.
he thinks that if he
loves you enough,
he can save you.
you know that he can't,
so you cut through him
night after night,
searching for an exit.
4.sometimes death scares you.
you remind yourself that
no matter how much you want
A pencilA pencil3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A pencil is a small thing
Irrelevant to most
But it can create anything
It can create images of a beautiful coast
It creates images that can change your life
It creates images that will withstand time
It creates words that make you feel alive
It creates words that can describe a crime
It tells a story of the past
While looking forward to the future
A pencil shows you a world which is quite vast
It can create images that are quite obscure
A pencil can defeat a sword
But it can also create a sword
So if you're ever down
And you are sitting in your room with a frown
Pick up a pencil
And let it guide you to a world
Beyond your wildest dreams
Lipstick Stainslipstick stains on my coffee cupLipstick Stains3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from a process of thought
as the coffee runs cold
from each sip from these poisoned cold lips
each sip hesitates
a slight procrastination
to avoid the topic of thought
to avoid the cold taste
to avoid the long nothingness of a new day
allowing my thoughts to flow out the window in to the sound of rush hour...
.when i look back at.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the past, she looks
right back at me
she points at the
future, glint in her eye
[Halloween] Vampire!Reader x Prussia: Artefact[Halloween] Vampire!Reader x Prussia: Artefact3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was sitting on the sofa drinking some red wine. My wonderful black dress matched my dark room.
"Oh, dear wine, how marvelous you are." Looking at the glass with admiration, I took a sip and looked at it again while gently shaking it.
"You're so red, like my prey's blood" I cynically chuckled and added. "You're so tasty, like my victim's neck."
I giggled and took another sip. "I wonder who will be this Halloween."
I closed my eyes for a little and opened them again. My precious red eyes looked around my dark room. I looked throught the window and smiled at the moon. "The moonlight it's so sad tonight."
I kept taking sips of my wine as I admired its colour and its shine. "You should be considered an artefact."
I spent some minutes alone describing the wonderful drink I had on my hands. All my thoughts and memories were interrupted when someone knocked at the door. I looked at the door and dropped the glass on the floor, making it to break.
"Miss Van Hellock?"
"Who dares to b
OCDI count the cracks in between the blocks of cement beneath me as I walk. Two. Two. Four. Four. Always four sets of that. Always two, two, four, four. Four times each. Look up. Blink 8 times. Two sets of four. Then back down. Two, two, four, four.OCD3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Safe. Those numbers are safe. Even, not odd. Odd is bad. 'Odd' is what people call you when you're different. Bad. Wrong.
Two, two, four, four. I try to focus on something else, not on how many steps I'm taking, because there are people behind me. Person. One set of footsteps. Bad. Half of two. I think of it as two feet, and that's better. I feel better.
I round a corner, looking for my goal. Always a goal; always a pull. It's getting stronger, so I'm getting close. I have to hurry, I have to lose the person behind me. They kept walking straight. Good.
It's raining again. It's been raining every three days for the past week. Three and Seven. Not good, but not the worst numbers. They add up to ten. Even. Safe. I duck into an alley, and stop sho
Yes, I am a teenage girl Yes, I am a teenage girlYes, I am a teenage girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No, I don't squeal over One Direction
No, I don't wear mini skirts
No, I don't curl my hair everyday
No, I don't need my phone 24/7
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I prefer Edward Scissorhands over Edward Cullen
Yes, I like violent video games
Yes, I like action movies
Yes, I listen to Rock
Yes, I am a teenage girl
No, I don't draw hearts all over my homework
No, I don't spend 20 minutes trying to make myself resemble a porcelain doll
No, I'm not afraid to cry
No, I don't party every weekend
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I hate reality shows
Yes, my hair is short and messy
Yes, I'd rather walk in the woods
Yes, I am okay with mice
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I'm different
Yes, I'm strange
Yes, I'm my own person
Why is that bad?
Why do you hate me for that?
Why can't I just be myself without your criticism?
Why is it horrible if I'm not just like you?
I don't have a problem with it
Maybe the problem
Hetalia ScotlandxReader - Stuck In a BoxHetalia ScotlandxReader - Stuck In a Box3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Oy, _____!" called a familiar voice.
_____ turned around to see her friend and long-time crush, Allistor Kirkland, standing with his hands in his pockets. "Oh, hi, Allistor. What's up?"
"The ceilin'," he replied curtly, his shoulders rising slightly as he spoke, then relaxing back to their original position. "Gilbert's havin' a party tonight. You comin'?"
"A party? Sure! I'd love to!" said _____ with a wide smile. She knew that Gilbert's parties were the best around, despite how crazy and out of control they became.
Allistor nodded, making a half-smile. "Great. You want me to pick you up?"
A light shade of pink dusted _____'s cheeks. "Uh. . . sure. Okay. . ."
That night, _____ sat in her living room. She had on black Converse shoes, a plain white shirt, a black leather jacket, and a pair of skinny jeans with the Union Jack painted across the right thigh. With every minute that passed, she became more and more anxious. She wondered if she would finally gain enough courage to tell A
Child!Canada X ReaderChild!Canada X Reader3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You were walking down the snow covered sidewalk, swinging your arms as you headed home. It was winter in Canada; all you wanted to do was curl up next to a fire... Until you heard very soft sniff and what sounded like quiet sobs, making you freeze in your tracks. Yep, you could clearly hear it; it was from a little boy next to a large tree. He had chin-length hair with a strange curl that drooped from his blonde bangs; but he had a scared look on his adorable face and tears ran down from his light blue eyes, dripping onto his snow white teddy bear. Your heart broke at the sight and rushed towards the boy.
"Are you lost? Where are your parents?" You asked softly, kneeling down to his height. The child jumped at the sudden voice and looked at you with the most saddest expression.
"Pa-arents? W-where am I?" He spoke in a quiet voice as he hugged his bear closer, he seemed like he was an orphan.
You smiled warmly, "I'm (Name), what's your name?" "Matthew W-Williams..." "Well, Matthew, you
.: SILENCE :..: SILENCE :.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I never liked silence.
It's why I leave on my TV while I sleep
Or blast music when I'm home alone.
I'll even sing a tune myself,
If it keeps out the silence.
So why is it so surprising, then,
That I've grown so overly frustrated
With your unresponsive critical hit?
I can only do so much myself---
I've reached out,
Cranked up the volume,
I've shouted and sang and cried and screamed!
But you let the silence creep in,
And now there's just... n o t h i n g.
I hate your silence.
Bully"Stupid," "Ugly," "Useless," "Sad."Bully3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Emo," "Silent," "Paranoid," "Mad."
"Ashamed," "Afraid," "Crazy," "Stuck."
"Disgusting," "Alone," "Pathetic," "Out of Luck."
The words never spoken,
Yet always heard.
Not from people around me,
No, that's absurd.
I've heard these words,
Time after time,
They always pierce my heart,
They continuously cross my mind.
But these words were never said.
Never once directed at me.
Maybe they never became reality,
But I saw them spoken in my mentality.
These are the words of a bully.
The words that can tear me apart.
The words that can no longer be erased,
Because they have entered my heart.
This person who speaks them,
I know them quite well.
They have countless words in their head,
They have many stories to tell.
I don't know why they want me
To take all of the blame.
It might be for vengeance,
It might be from their own shame.
But the owner of these words,
The words that repeat,
Have caused me great fear,
Have led to my defeat.
This person I know,
Whom I d
reasons to love a shy girli. men fear strong women,reasons to love a shy girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but she's far from strong.
this wisp of a girl
doesn't even need a hurricane
to fall apart.
she'd glued and re-glued,
old bonds wearing thin,
but if you ask politely,
she'll let you touch her scars.
ii. her lips are fettered in rusted chains.
you'd need a crowbar to pry up
her whispered secrets.
you are not worthy to hear her voice
just as she is not worthy to give it to you.
she told me everything she knows,
and i shut it away,
kept it safe.
i tied the threads into double knots
just to make sure
they wouldn't curl away from me,
twisted up like a dead spider's legs.
iii. she is hewn from shadow,
woven from grains of sand.
you might think she'd flow,
breeze by on a sparrow's breath,
but she's never been good at
anything but sinking.
she is buried treasure, and all
the things you wish you could forget.
iv. you found her washed up on the shore,
drawing pictures of her flickering soul,
and knew she was too unsteady to love.
when you reached for her heart,
She always fell for boys who needed saving.She always fell for boys who needed saving.She always fell for boys who needed saving.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Giving them kisses in the dark
to numb their headache from
drinking too much and yet
not enough to kill lust.
She was always adored by boys, who,
if given the chance, would rebuild
the world for her.
But she wanted to be the heroine
and refused to see
she needed saving, too.