ConfusionConfusion3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Life; stranger than I ever imagined.
That one momentThat one momentThat one moment1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
When everything seems a blur
When everything seems lost
When you can't remember who's fault it was
That one moment
When chairs are strewn across the floor
When glass is the new wood's lamination
When your favorite picture has a hole
That one moment
When all seems bleak
When hope seems lost
When failth has failed
That one moment
Where you want to take it back
Where you want it to end
When you wish it had never happened
And they come back
The two of you hug
And they say "I'm sorry."
That one moment.
Wonder.Do you fear your own death?Wonder.11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it hard to conceive?
Draw in your last breath, then-
Your last breath will leave.
Isn't it strange to think,
That there's a timer above your head?
A countdown you can't see,
That finishes when you're dead.
Don't you ever wonder,
What it'll be like when you're gone?
I bet the world will keep on spinning.
There will be another dawn.
But the harsh reality behind it-
We're all going to die.
There's no reason to try to fight it
Not even to question why.
It makes me wish that I could have a little more to give,
Because I'm not afraid of how I'll die...
I'm afraid of how I'll
Awakened AgainLong and cold were the winter nights,Awakened Again2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When the stars shined out across the dark night sky.
I screamed and I turned to face the wall,
Sitting, awake, on my sweat-soaked bed.
It wasn't long, the days that passed,
Since that morning I awoke to see you gone.
I remember the note, left out on a table,
Whispering, hoarsely, that you were there no more.
I awake then, in that cold winter night,
Still thinking about that day so clear like ice.
The clock struck ten, I was late again,
But then, I found, that I paid a bigger price.
The wall stared back, blank and gray.
'Just like my mind,' I thought.
I looked out to the foggy window,
And stared, perplexed, at the mass of shape.
There was a tree, maybe, or was it a pole?
Sticking out from the view, black, and alone
In the vast canvas white.
I touched the glass, and felt the chill of a cold winter night.
I pushed again, harder now, at the frosty window,
And slowly turned my hand into a fist.
Slamming, slamming, and pounding uncontrollably,
At the mem
Weird Dreams V3: Hurting For a Hurtful Pain 4Weird Dreams V3: Hurting For a Hurtful Pain 41 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Izaya had been thinking about those three words (F/N) had said to him before she passed out a few minutes ago. They repeated over and over again until he began questioning his sanity. (If he had any to begin with.) He had never thought anyone would say that to him; especially after he took advantage of her. Did she enjoy it when he took advantage of her? Her words raced through his mind once again.
"I love you."
Izaya Orihara thought nothing scared him but those three words made him shake when they were directed directly towards him. He couldn't handle someone loving him. He had to do something. One of his pawns was moving every direction without his interference.
Suddenly something hit him. Izaya's Cheshire grin returned once again.
"I know what I have to do."
Fruits HetaliaLook. Yeah...Fruits Hetalia1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I'm talking to you, conscious. Pay attention.
You see that tent.
That is where the reader, will be staying.
Let me tell you the story. It began like this...
The branches of the trees moved with the wind. The tent was undisturbed and motionless until a young teenager, opened the flap and walked out into the arising forest.
"Take care of the house while I'm gone Mom.",she said with glee.
Hello. My name is ___. I didn't always live in a tent. Since my mom passed away in May, I lived with my grandfather on my father's side. But... His house was being renovated and I couldn't stay with my friends. So...
I began living in a tent. Sure, it isn't the best life,but I won't let that bring me down.
Sorry for disrupting you...
But this is the end of my prologue...
Here's a for riddle for all to ponder...
For I care to yonder...
Why is a raven like a writing desk?<
His Master, Deceit 3His Master, Deceit 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Setting: our time, actual time, currently the time and space era we inhabit this very moment. Or, as some may call it of this very moment 2011.
"Young master," I call softly into his hear, raking back some of his hair from his pretty face, "It is time to wake up now, you have a big day ahead of you."
Victoria's eyes pop open in shock, her body still draped across mine, her arms encircling my chest. She peers up at me, retracting her hands in embarrassment, crossing them under one another over her stomach. Due to my slight seduction technique her blonde bangs are shoved away from her face displaying her lovely face and single exposed eye.
"Did I did I fall asleep on you last night?" she demands, the disgust in her tone might as well have been a slap in the face.
I nod, buttoning a few buttons I had undone for comfort in the night, "You did, sorry for being so rough but you insisted. I'm amazed no one got onto us, you are quite loud."
Red consumes her face,
His Butler, Hosting*Setting: Ouran Academy (yes I thought this would be a fun crossover) with our same cast with the temporary additions of Sebastian and Ciel. Just to make things clear.*His Butler, Hosting2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Seven months, that's how long I have to live in this hell that I've been shipped to. When the offer to expand my family's toy company outward to Japan I thought I'd just be in fancy hotels eating raw fish until the seven months were up. But no, somehow I managed to be enrolled into the apparently prestigious high school academy, Ouran.
Now the school itself isn't bad, the aesthetics are fairly decent although not to my taste and the academics seem fairly good. It's not a bad place to spend four years of your life but seeing as I am a business man and not some silly high school student, this place may as well be a primary school with finger paint on the walls. Even then I'd stand a better chance on talking my way out of that situation, but sadly I have one set of eyes on me at all times.
My butler, Sebastian Michaelis, i
It Will Rain [EnglandxReader]It Will RainIt Will Rain [EnglandxReader]2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Written for: Sebastian's Servant Felicia
Warnings: England's head over heels for the reader. And he's a tiny bit depressed. You've been warned.
If you ever leave me baby,
Leave some morphine at my door
'Cause it would take a whole lot of medication
To realize what we used to have,
We don't have it anymore.
Arthur had loved you ever since kindergarten; but he only told you that he loved you approximately two years ago. You only realized that you also loved him back roughly one and a half year ago, after your first kiss that he gave you when the two of you took part in your school's play, a modern interpretation of Romeo&Juliet. Obviously enough, you had been Julia and he had been Romeo; you still remember perfectly well how nervous and anxious you had been during the whole play. Only half a year before said play, you basically dumped your best friend and friend zoned him. The two of you hadn't been able to overcome the 'incident' b
OS SasuHina. Otono en mi CorazonOS SasuHina. Otono en mi Corazon1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Autora: DarkAmy-chan, Amy-chan, Amita-chan.
Género: Hurt/Confort, Romance
Pareja: SasuHina (SasukexHinata)
Los personajes de Naruto, no me pertenecen. Son Propiedad del Maestro Kishimoto.
Otoño en mi Corazón
El Otoño es la época del año en que se acaba algo, para dar paso a nuevos brotes y oportunidades de renacer en primavera
Otoño, época del año que no se trata solo del caer de las hojas de los arboles tras ponerse de color amarillo, sino más bien de cambio, de nuevas oportunidades.
Por eso mismo una chica de cabello azulino observaba con clara nostalgia dibujada en sus facciones, el descender de las hojas, intentando quizás, que sus amargas experiencias fuesen transportadas por la suave brisa que esa época regalaba.
Creo que...solo cree en mi, una falsa esperanza ─ Con un suave suspiro dejó caer sus facciones a su regazo. En éste se había posado una de aquellas de colo
Our Little Secret LukaXGakupo- Part 2After the doctor's, my mind was a haze. I was pregnant? I felt too shocked to take a taxi home; well too shocked to even go home. My mind seemed to be empty, the same words echoing again and again. Before, the thought that I might be pregnant made it seem so . . . not real. Now that I knew a final fact, I didn't know what to think!Our Little Secret LukaXGakupo- Part 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Was I ready to have a child? I'm only 21! Would Gakupo be okay with this? Does he want a child? Would he still want me?
"You're only in your first trimester, merely 9 weeks into it, so there still is the possibility to abort it if requested. While we don't recommend it, I want you to know any choice you can make it, right now. Although in here, we only allow abortions until the 16th week or about 4 months into it. If you choose to abort your baby it will cost about $300-$800. You still have 5 weeks until that is no longer possible for you. I would go home and talk about it carefully with your partner if I were you. We suggest not rushi
His Butler, ApartHis Butler, Apart2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It wasn't so much that he wanted to leave; it was more of the fact that he had to leave. His gloved hand curls around the handle of the door, the weight on his heart threatening to crush the small organ as he pulls back inviting the bitter air inside. One foot extends itself into the approaching winter, cold seeping into him through his thick coat his master had gifted him a long time ago.
"What are you doing?" a voice inquires softly, halting him in his tracks.
Glancing over his shoulder he sees the housemaid, Mey-Rin, a slight hatred rippling through him. Ciel has grown more attached to her lately, for reasons unknown to him. He's seen them taking leisurely strolls through the white rose gardens, the empty corridors and he's even seen her sneak his young master sweets now and then. Exhaling he turns to address her, the door still open.
"Mey-Rin," Sebastian says, his voice low as if Ciel may hear in his bedroom nestled deep within the mansion, "Why are you out of bed?"
The maid fumble
His Butler, Sorrow- Part TwoHis Butler, Sorrow- Part Two2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
His cold ice blue eyes burn into the two, the beloved pair of master and servant. An evil smirk possesses his features as he inhales, ready to give the newest order. "Claude, steal Ciel Phantomhive," he begins, his voice like a death sentence as Sebastian's blood runs cold, "Take him from his butler and make his butler suffer." The grip around his young master tightens, "Make Ciel Phantomhive mine, do you understand?"
Sebastian's chest tightens as his eyes survey his surroundings, ready to attempt an escape. Although his master's last orders were to find blackmail on Alois Trancy due to the terms of their contract Ciel's life is above any information on a disposable piece of paper.
Alois Trancy's butler bows, his narrow yellow eyes trained on the opposing demon, the fire Alois had started in creating Ciel's person hell filled with bodies mirroring his parents', glowing behind him casting ugly shadows over his face. He shoots Sebastian a look that reads, 'It's an order, you understand,
Machine-Part SincerityShe once said to me,Machine-Part Sincerity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Come. You be a gear right here,
and I'll be a pulley over there.
Together, we'll both obey
the lever's dream."
I lied to her when I said,
"I want nothing more."
His Butler, AlwaysHis Butler, Always2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A soft light filters through the curtains, casting a milky glow about the room making the usually dreary mansion look less. He stretches his arms out with a slight yawn; it's been so long since he's actually slept well. Not that he slept much at all last night, being on his toes watching for enemies to take his love away.
His eyes drift to the small body beside him, his sides rising and falling at a steady rhythm. Smiling fondly to himself Sebastian brushes back some of Ciel's hair from his face, the boy's expression completely peaceful. He makes a face in his sleep, his ski slope nose wrinkling slightly as he murmurs something, rolling on his side facing Sebastian. Exhaling Sebastian sits upright raking his hands through his hair staring at his clothes on the ground. Silently he dresses, fixing any imperfections in the mirror before wrenching open the curtains allowing more sunlight to blare into the room.
Ciel's eyebrows crease as he plunges under the covers emitting a slight moan. "
His Butler, SorrowHis Butler, Sorrow2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Finally, it is finished. Ciel Phantomhive expels a great sigh of relief as his head falls into his hands. The paper work is done and in many neat piles atop his desk all ready to be mailed back to their original owners. Beside him sits his butler, a loyal demon who happily flicks the very last of the paperwork into its designated spot atop the oak surface. His eyes shift down to the mentally exhausted earl beside him. Smiling he ruffles the young boy's hair, "See? That wasn't so bad."
A tiny glare greets him, "Not so bad? Are you daft? That was three days of paperwork! How in any way was it not so bad?"
Sebastian chuckles, kissing Ciel gently on the cheek, "You were there, that's good enough for me."
Rolling his eyes slightly Ciel sits upright, surveying the masses of paper before him, "Well I suppose we can mail it all out tomorrow, and by we I mean you."
"Of course, my lord." His eyes scan the desk one last time in search of any bits they missed so they may retire for the evenin
Tick TockTick Tock1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who Would Know
What I have to show
who would know
how to grow
cup of tears
tears of joy
please borrow my sorrows
and forget to return them
are going crazy
Until Now, I Still Love You |Prussia x Reader|Until Now, I Still Love You |Prussia x Reader|1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
"(name), do you love me? Because "
My face falls then I glanced at her, her (color) eyes full with unreadable thoughts, those same eyes that I made to fell in lovesame eyes that I had hurt.
She look up in my eyes and in a moment, I sense her pain. "You made me go there." Her tears flowed.
Why did I let her heart be shattered?
(name), brushed past me, her hand on her mouth, trying to hide the emotions I watch her walk away. I tried to follow and comfort her but I stopped myself. I gulped.
What have I done?
Then as if on cue, I run to her and embraced her in the empty hallway. Just her and me. I kiss her hair and cradled her in my arms. She just continued to cry.
"Please, (name) sshhh I'm here. I'm sorry."
"Because you needed the truth."
"Because it makes me hurt that he's lying to you "
"He loved me."
"I'm confused. Why did you love me when I told you the truth? I brought the pa
Izaya X Reader Chapter 1"Bye Shizuo I'm heading out for errands. Be back later!" You slip your messenger bag over your head and fix your hair in the mirror hanging by the door. Shizuo nods lazily as he flips through TV channels on the couch.Izaya X Reader Chapter 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Be back before dark okay? And watch out for the flea." Shizuo puts his feet up on the coffee table as you nod and open the door.
"Will do bye!" You walk down the stairs from your 5th floor apartment and breathe in the Ikebukuro air as you pull out a list of errands and start walking to your first stop. You need to buy groceries and find a part time job to work for money. You and Shizuo aren't rich so paying bills becomes tough sometimes. It doesn't matter the job, you just want a well-paying one. As you walk to the convenience store, you spot a familiar van parked with four people hanging around it. You smile and run over to them excitedly.
"Hey guys how are you!" You stop in front of your best girlfriend Erika who squeals and gives you a gigantic hug that mak
The WandererMy world dissolves into autumn,The Wanderer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the shade and the fire draped about my throat
like so many jewels.
I met the mist as an old lover,
let the dew paint my lips
with the scent of harvest.
In a white memory, you are still walking away,
down that same road.
Your hair was shining like the fall.
Your shape in the fog beckons;
ghost or vision, I care not.
I lose myself.
His Master, ForsakenHis Master, Forsaken2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Prolouge: Sequel series to His Butler, it's written to that the reader doesn't have to have read His Butler but, this makes it a bit more fun if you have read. This is a new and continuing series.
POV: Ciel Phantomhive
That's what he said, that last word whispered to my mouth before I felt my entire being leave me. It was as if the air from my lungs was being sucked from me, but instead of that feeling being in my chest it was throughout my whole body. As if somehow that air burned hotter than any fire and more painful than any wound. I was lost in that pain, without a body without a sole mind, without myself.
But somehow I found it, that tiny life line, that little thread just barely there and hardly recognizable. How I did it I'm not so sure, all I am aware of is that I'm alive. That's what I wanted wasn't it? Life? To keep my soul?
No. that's not what I wanted and it's not what I want now.
I need my butler, Sebastian Michaelis.
RaveRaveRave8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The pulsing beat of the music hums, caressing each body, lulling each thought. The colored lights flash, making the sweat shine and the glitter sparkle. The throng sways from side to side, each body perfectly in tune with the whole. A sweet escape, filled with techno and glow sticks.
Standing in the middle of the crowd, she found her peace. Crushed in the mass of life and light, she found her reason. Surrounded by fake grins and giggles, she found her release. She's found everything she wanted, and lost what she never had.
No one knows her name. No one knows her life. No one knows why scars line each milky white arm. No one knows why her neck is covered with finger tip shaped bruises. No one knows why she's crying. They don't ask either. And she likes it that way.
For now, she doesn't remember. She doesn't remember the pain, the blood. She doesn't remember his face, his name. She doesn't remember their sneers, their hatred. She doesn't remember dying inside, over and ov
You Won't Control MeYou Won't Control Me1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You strangled me
As I snuggled into your hugs
I remember your joy
Toying with my lungs
I remember the excitement
The bruises you left
Told me to "look at the concept"
As you sneered at me, you never left
Oh I smiled as you burned my flesh
There I go thinking of the past, it's dead
Here I go feeling no peace, just dread
You'll never get to break me
Emotion's ran me deep
They had prevented me from sleep
I looked elsewhere ignoring them
And yet the emotions tried to brush my lips again
I want to tell you, my sweet emotions,
I used to be yours
The past is, the past
And little by little, I don't know you anymore
I remember how you buckled me
The ground felt so heavenly
Your needle pierced me deep
You held on tight
I waited on you; you never gave me the time
I remember the dead silence
The hard stop, as everything slipped
And suddenly all was balanced
The nothingness ringed
Your silence made me scream
There I go thinking of the past, it's a