In Peeta's Eyes 3: Girl on FireIn Peeta's Eyes 3: Girl on Fire4 years ago in Drama More Like This
We are on fire. Completely engulfed in wavering flames of red, orange, gold, and blue. But there is no heat, only a slight tickle. My burning cape ripples behind me, brushing the backs of my knees and occasionally touching Katniss' cape.
Cinna, Katniss' stylist, reaches up with a torch and lights my crown-like headdress and then Katniss'. He says something to her, but I can only hear parts of it over the blaring music and cheers for the other tributes: " Heads high. Smiles Love you!"
Then he jumps off the chariot and yells, "Hold hands, you two!"
I stare at him. Is he serious? He wants me to just reach over and take the hand of the girl I've loved since I was too young to know what love is? The girl who is on fire beside me, the one out
I'd Give Anything: Part 2Part 2: Percy's POVI'd Give Anything: Part 24 years ago in Romance More Like This
My head hurts. There is a strange yet familiar pain behind my eyes that comes whenever I try to remember anything about my life. But I ignore it and struggle harder to remember every little detail about her. There's so much missing.
Annabeth. I know that her name is Annabeth, but no middle or last name exists in my mind. I know that she has eyes the color of storm clouds, and when she catches you in her gaze, it is practically impossible to look away. You feel like you're under a microscope whenever she looks at you and strangely, I love that feeling.
She has honey-blonde hair that curls wildly around her face. Even when she pulls it back into a pony-tail, it refuses to be tamed, much like her.
I know that I love her wi
Unwanted ( a kid!ock/wholock fan-fic)The young london school boy walked down the street as a dark cloud covered the last bit of sunlight. Then it started to rain. At first there was a tiny bit of sprinkle but then it started to pour heavily onto the surface of the earth. People ran for cover as they tried their best trying not to get soaking wet. Unlike the others, the boy just walked quietly on in the rain.Unwanted ( a kid!ock/wholock fan-fic)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"For once in your lifetime Sherlock, can't you just run for cover like the others?" A voice mumbled behind him. He turned to see who was behind him. "The death of that boy wasn't an accident, he didn't drown. The killer just wanted the public to think that he did." Sherlock grumbled. His brother sighed, then walked forward to shielded young Sherlock Holmes from the rain.
"Come on, let's go home. We can talk about the case if you like, wasn't his name Carl Power?"
The dark clouds started to scatter as the rain slowed down then eventually came to a stop. The Holmes brother walked on. After a long pause of silence, Mycro
I'd Give Anything: Part 1Part 1: Annabeth's POVI'd Give Anything: Part 14 years ago in Romance More Like This
I sit silently on the same bench I sat on with Percy exactly one year ago. The sunrise turns the sky pink and orange above me, but I don't look at it. Instead, I stare out towards the canoe lake, where Percy and I shared our first kiss exactly one year ago. A blue cupcake that looks more like a blue brick sits on the table beside me, just like the one that sat there exactly one year ago.
Why am I sitting by myself at sunrise with only a deformed cupcake for company? Because the one person in this world who is supposed to be sitting beside me right this second is on the other side of the country, turning 17 without me.
Today is my boyfriend Percy Jackson's birthday. I couldn't sleep at all last night, so I snuck into the kitchen and spent two hours perfecting my blue brick. As
In Peeta's Eyes 4: In My CaseIn Peeta's Eyes 4: In My Case4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Truth be told, I have a hard time keeping a straight face when she spins in that dress. I'm pretty sure a smile flickers across my face. She's dazzling again, capturing the audience, and I hesitate with my plan. How can I go through with this? Haymitch told me that it will help us both, but I don't want to help myself. I just want her to make it out of that arena alive. If I die, no one will miss me, but if she does What will her mother and sister do? I'm sure they are having a hard enough time with her being here. What will they do if she dies?
When she sits back down, I realize that it's my turn now. I walk as steadily as I can to the seat beside Caesar, and I try to compose myself so I don't look like a child.
For the beginning of the interview, I compare the oth
GoneGone4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It doesn't matter that he's spent the past year learning to suppress his conflicting feelings for her. It doesn't matter that Brutus will spit in his face at the disgraceful lack of composure he shows as he screams her name. All that matters is that his worst fear has come true. Clove is lying on the ground in a heap, and it's his fault. He was supposed to be covering her. He was supposed to protect her, especially now that there was a chance that they could both go home alive. He'd never let himself acknowledge his tenderness toward her, knowing what they were training for. Twenty-four in. One out. That was how it went. Even with the rule change, there was still a very good chance that one of them wouldn't make it. Although they were power players, things could always go wrong. And as the weight of losing her crashes down on him, he remembers every tightening of his chest during their years of training. He remembers every stupid, foolish butterfly that filled his stomach when she'd wa
Kiss In the Rain I still remember when Finnick taught me to swim. Not just me, but all of the sixes. It was a cloudy, rainy, gloomy day. He was so graceful, even at eleven. He moved through the water like magic. As I watched him dive beneath the foamy crests, and felt the steady push and pull of the waves against my body, I could almost forget the reason I was there. I say 'almost' because none of us can ever forget what we were doing. We were in training, as each of us had been since reaching the age of five.Kiss In the Rain4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Being an orphan in District 4 meant being responsible for preserving the innocence of children lucky enough to have people to miss them. We were fed and clothed and taught to survive. We were given the best chance possible. Then, when we were old enough, the strongest volunteered for the Games. It was a cruel reality that we faced, but it was better than letting everyone live in fear. We were respected, honored even. In some districts, we were called Careers, i
The reaping- Prims POVI smoothed down my white blouse and looked in the mirror. The blouse was a little too big, but it didn't really matter. Katniss said that the chances of my name being drawn in the reaping was one in a million. At that moment, Katniss walked through the door, sighing and throwing her game bag on the table. When she saw me, she smiled and walked up behind me.The reaping- Prims POV5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Tuck in your tail, little duck," she said, tucking in the back of my blouse into my skirt.
"Quack," I gigged.
"Quack yourself," Katniss laughed lightly. I liked it when Katniss laughed. I didn't her it often, though. Me and Gale were the only ones who could make her laugh even slightly.
"Come on, lets eat," Katniss said, giving me a kiss on the forehead. I didn't have much appetite. Katniss didn't either; I could tell by the way she just poked her food with the fork. She left when my mom called her into another room, so I just sat there, poking around the plate with my fork, lost in mt own thoughts. I wasn't worried about me being
Mias and Elle - Chapter 2Recovering from the shock that the slamming door sent through her body, Elle immediately began to push and pull tentatively at the doorknob. The door and the knob would not even budge, no matter how hard she tried, and the frustration was building quickly inside of her. An animalistic panic took over and she began to shake the handle with enough force that her entire body shook with her movements. Growing tired, she gave the rigid handle one last ferocious expulsion of strength that she could muster before giving up with a violent scream.Mias and Elle - Chapter 24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Elle stared at the closed door, her short fingernails digging painful crescents into the palms of her tightly clenched fists. Having already tried repeatedly to pry it open with all the strength she could muster, staring at it was all that she could do. She blinked rapidly to keep her eyes from welling over with tears again and cursed loudly before giving the door a swift kick. It felt good to relieve herself of some anger, but she still instantly reg
If Peeta Had Remembered He says he'd like to see youIf Peeta Had Remembered4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Haymitch's words ring in my ears and echo from every cell in my mind. He wants to see me. Peeta. The crazed boy who has been rescued from the Capitol by the rebels. The boy who has been hijacked and taken from me by that inhuman form of torture. The shell that used to hold the boy with the bread, but now only houses a mentally and physically scarred young man who believes that I am a mutt. That I am trying to kill him.
I am torn. Should I refuse and retreat to one of my hideouts, or should I go see him and risk exciting him so much that he hurts himself. Or me. If I am honest with myself, I am afraid to see him. Afraid that Peeta will hurt me. Not as he hurt me when he was first back and he tried to strangle me out of pure fear.
Mias and Elle - Chapter 6With breakfast set hastily on the end table, Mias' eyes scanned the bedroom and in to the washroom through the open door; both were empty.Mias and Elle - Chapter 64 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He was quite sure by this time that he would not receive a reply, but it helped to temporarily sooth his temper in a way that he could not understand. Perhaps she was playing a game. It was something in hearing her name; it invoked pleasant thoughts of her face that he could not repress.
"Where are you, my pet?" The amusement was fading quickly, "Elle."
Now stepping across the room slowly, Mias called out to Elle a few more times as he leaned in to give the washroom a more thorough visual inspection. Each step he made with caution, not knowing entirely what to expect. It was hard to contain his amusement when he saw the discarded wet towels on the floor, yet he was also disappointed that he had missed out on a delicious opportunity.
But, there was no sign of Elle anywhere. He could feel his blood starting to boil, his cheeks burning red visi
WoundWe are a blade and a bullet,Wound4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And we hurt in different ways.
Let's agree to disagree,
On my flaws, and on yours.
On occasion we were a storm
And more often than not
We rained on our parades.
But then we drowned in the dust,
In the ashes of quick remarks
And shades of misunderstanding.
I do not apologise, and nor should you,
For I am me and you are you
I wish you the very best,
And hope you remember me,
In the days of new black
And silly midnight secrets.
Murder.Conversation can kill you.Murder.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Name it what you will.
Idle chatter is merely another dagger,
To my daydreamer heart.
Maintain the manners,
Laugh in the right places,
Keep your mouth shut,
Yet not too much.
Don't dare to make it bearable.
Refrain from saying what you think.
Don't roll your eyes.
That would be rude, you know.
But then of course you do,
Otherwise you wouldn't agree with me,
Sit and listen
To the yammer of weddings, supermarkets
And reality television.
Just don't let them know,
You'd rather be someplace else
And that they're killing you,
Goodbye PondsThe brittle sheen of cold grey stone,Goodbye Ponds3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The snap that broke sweet Melody's bone,
The three that saw the stars and beyond,
The final farewell, that last "Come along Pond."
The Weeping Angels took the city that never slept,
But Steven Moffat took our hearts, and Arthur laughed while we wept.
The two lovers that whispered; "Together, or not at all."
A fandom's unanimous cry as we watched them fall.
With the final page forced to turn, the Pond's story ends,
Stony hands worked to tear apart the lonely god and his friends.
No more of the Last Centurion, or the Girl Who Waited,
As the Raggedy Man said, once the future was read it was fated.
And now all over Tumblr the Whovians mourn,
We cry and we yell and treat Moffat with scorn.
We let fly with the gifs, the photosets and the feels,
And wait sadly to see what the Christmas Special yields.
Mias and Elle - Chapter 8Elle kept a careful eye on Mias, nervous and quite fearful of what she had just witnessed him conjure in and around his hand out of thin air. He still had not answered her question, and she had a feeling that she would not get an answer or at least a real one- for some time. It was terrifying and incredibly intriguing to think of all of the possibilities of what that answer may be, but for now she would have to go on assumptions, as those were being carried away by her imagination to horrible places.Mias and Elle - Chapter 84 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
As they exited the stag brothers' home, Elle glanced over her shoulder and found that she really had no idea what it was that she was looking at. To the untrained eye in this case, Elle- there was absolutely nothing there but a rather large tree about the circumference of two average human arm spans. There was no sign of a door, or a home or hut of any kind behind it; it was forest, just like everything else around her, other than a feint hint of a path under the foliage.
Mias and Elle - Chapter 5Too flustered from the dream and startled by Mias' sudden appearance to reply, Elle just clutched at her heaving chest and glared at him, detesting his presence more than she ever had before. She looked at him and felt exposed and violated. Even though her logic told her that it could not have actually happened, the surge of terror and adrenaline was causing her to have difficulty deciphering dream from reality.Mias and Elle - Chapter 54 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hugging the sheets up to her shoulders, Elle looked away from him to avoid any eye contact. Looking into Mias' eyes was just something she could not ever bring herself to do, and she hated how it emphasised her fear of him.
"Something the matter, pet?"
"No," She sputtered harshly. "Sod off."
Just don't look at him... Why was it so hard?
The sound of Mias clicking his tongue at her in disapproval was perhaps just, but only served to make her even more uncomfortable. Though he was only being his usual cocky self, she could not help but feel that he knew exactly what was go
love will hold youand here we see a madmanlove will hold you3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with a ramrod wedged between his shoulder blades
sitting in the corner
at the worst party the universe has ever seen --
there are bright lights and plentiful colors
but no people --
he twirls stardust
from his fingertips
and waves at midnight
when she passes by
he is the kind of man
that marvels at the scabs on his fingers
because he has no idea how they got there
he is the kind of man
whose bent back and
shambling stride are only mistaken
for odd quirks
fools who have never seen
a bare spine, devoid of flesh and nerve endings;
fools who do not know
what timeless agony looks like;
fools who read books
all the way to the very last page
people have asked him
why he is always running,
and he will smile the smile
of the brokenhearted and say
"i don't run anymore"
he was the man
with five decks of cards
hidden in his pockets and up his sleeves,
but the stars were never
a place for solitaire
the rules he disregarded
broke a column of stone
AutumnIt would be your voiceAutumn3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would think
Crisp and dark
Tumbling from the heavens
Yet it was only autumn leaves
Void of life
Crunching 'neath my feet
Dead as you are to me
Cloves DeathI glanced through the bushes at the huge golden horn. The Cornucopia. Right at its mouth was a table, and on the table were four packs. One that had the number two on it. That one was for me and Cato. One said five, one said eleven, and one said twelve. I personally didn't care if Thresh and the girl from five got their packs; I just wanted to do what I could to get rid of Lover boy and that Katniss girl.Cloves Death5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I looked around for a second. I wondered where Cato was. He was somewhere near the fields, ready to take out Thresh when he came for his pack. I looked back at the huge golden horn just in time to see someone dart from inside of it- the redheaded district five girl- snatch her pack, and run off. Dang, she's smart. Maybe she's really the one me and Cato are gonna have to worry about later on.
Then I saw Katniss. She jumped from the bushes, taking an arrow from her pack and loading her bow. Here's my chance. I grabbed my best throwing knife from my jacket and ran after her. She was fast
Elle and Mias Chapter 10The days drifted one into another, each passing without much fanfare or pause. She lived with the ghoul, underground in a cave-like dwelling. They shared stories and discussed books they had readLeadbury was surprisingly well read knowing more about Aristotle and Plato than she. He never pried into her past and occasionally she gave him vague details of what had transpired in the lonely depths of the Ágend family castle. That part of her life was past her and she refused to be a victim of circumstance. She recognized that she had made several keys decisions that lead to her misfortune. How could one night of carelessness lead to such tragedy? Never again would she act without reason or out of her better judgment. Never again would she act out of loneliness or from an attempt to fit in. All the philosophers she had ever admired advised against the exact lifestyle she had tried to pursue.Elle and Mias Chapter 104 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Living in the forest with Leadbury had been a great healing to her broken soul. She had b
BerriesBerriesBerries3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I'm almost arrogant enough to take pride in the fact that no one has come looking for me yet. I know that it has less to do with my stealth, and more to do with the simple fact that everyone knows I'm an easy kill. It's a matter of time, really. The Gamemakers must be getting restless by now, with Cato and the pair from Twelve on opposite sides of the arena. I made a point of keeping tabs on them, watching from a safe distance once I had my pack, which held enough food for one day. Considering what was in the packs from Two, I think it's obvious the audience has lost interest in me. I'm not a power-player, so I'm pretty sure they were hoping to weed me out, leaving the real competitors to spice up the show. Cato went after the boy from Eleven. I know that much. He seemed pretty messed up when his district partner didn't make it out of the Feast. I admit I was surprised he cared. But then again, she was his best hope against the girl from Twelve, being the only remaining tribute
Rues DeathI looked up at the sky and sighed. I must me about noon. I looked at the pile of sticks and leaves I was trying to make a fire out of. Me and Katniss had made a plan to draw the Careers away from their camp so Katniss could blow up their food supply. I was in charge of making three fires to draw them away. The first two were done. The third one refused to work with me. My hands were hurting and my fingers were covered in splinters, but I didn't stop. I couldn't. Not now, so far into the games, were I realized for the first time I might actually have the smallest chance of winning. I stopped for a moment to listen to the mockingjays quiet song. The mockingjays!Rues Death5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I completely forgot about my four-note-tune I told Katniss about. I would sing it to the mockingjays and they would sing it back to me. I told her to listen for it, because if shes hears it, that means I'm safe. I stood up, wiping dirt off my pants, and singing the small tune. I waited, listening, and sure enough the mockingjays
DistanceDistant souls on fire,Distance3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hands reaching higher
For another to hold,
For a way to grow,
No time to pine,
Spirits fading fast,
Hoping love will last;
Slow beats of the heart
Quicken when far apart,
Cannot stand to be away,
Do not want to stray-
But what is one to do
When forgetting how to say
I love you?
Dragon Names (update)• TemeraireDragon Names (update)3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
• Night Fury
• Golly Gosh
• Lord Octa