Dear DiaryDear diaryDear Diary6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Wait, why the hell is the whole Hamada-residence shaking from terrified screaming? Why is there a teenager trying to jump out of the window? No, wait, he's not trying to jump someone is trying to throw him out okay, we should probably start from the beginning.
Nishiura's baseball team had had their usual practise in the evening. Everything had gone quite well until a big, damn angry dog passing by the court had scared the shit out of Mihashi, who had been just about to pitch, and caused him to accidentally throw the ball straight to poor Mizutani's head.
Not needed to say, Mihashi was crying and shaking as Mizutani held his head and cursed out loud. He needed to be taken to doctor, since there was this slight possibility of him getting a concussion. Just in case, you know.
So, Izumi promised to take care of that, though Mizutani insisted there was nothing wrong with him and he wanted to keep playing. But since it was almost half an hour bicy
I'm WorthlessI'm Worthless3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't tell me I'm worthless
Don't tell me I'm nothing
You can't change me
Because I used to be something
I used to be
But I lost my ways
Instead of helping
You double my pain
Don't tell me I'm worthless
I already know it
Jackunzel: Forget MeJack slipped silently into the tower and closed the window behind him. Rapunzel lay asleep in her bed, more beautiful than ever. Her long golden hair was strewn about the room, as usual.Jackunzel: Forget Me2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Jack's heart broke when he saw her and tears stung his eyes. He rested his staff against the windowsill and sat on the edge of her bed, watching her chest rise and fall with each steady breath she took. Her face was peaceful, her lips parted slightly, and Jack longed to see her smile again; to hear her bubbly laughter one last time.
His heart ached. He loved her more than he'd ever thought possible, but he was immortal. He couldn't bear the thought of watching her grow old and die while he remained the same. She deserved someone she could grow old with, and that was his reason for returning to her tower.
He lay beside her, studying her painfully beautiful face.
"I love you, Rapunzel." he whispered before lightly pressing his lips to hers. He searched her mind for her memories of him -- the day they'd m
Esteemed - DenialEsteemed - Denial2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A/N: DA user SqueakyE did a sketch commission for this chapter. You can find it in the description.
-119 ASC; Winter-
-Toph's age: 31-
I don't want this. I never wanted this.
How did I let this happen?
Is this real? If this is a real thing, what am I going to do?
The brain of Toph Beifong was being flooded from both sides that evening: one side by a stream of dreadful thoughts, the other by a steady trickling of saké. Her mind's meanderings ran ice cold while the saké was piping hot. The rice wine stung at the edges of her throat on the way down, a masochistic delight in her self-loathing state.
Her home was just as quiet that evening as it generally was. Its thick stone walls shielded her ears from the usual torrent of noise emanating from the nearby city streets. But this didn't stop her sensitive feet from feeling the hundreds of thousands of vibrations in any given minute. She had kicked
The Angel Within 2-2The Angel Within 2-25 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
John numbly sipped his glass of water while looking out of the window of the London hotel. His twin brother Edward couldn't bring himself even to do that, he hadn't eaten more then a piece of fruit a day since it happened and John found himself more and more worried about him each moment that went by. He sat slumped against him on the sofa in the reception area; he hadn't left his side ever since it happened. He looked at John every now and then, occasionally giving him a squeeze of the shoulder, as if to check he was still there with him. Now he just seemed to be in a state between sleep and consciousness, his hair laying flat, the only difference between him and his twin who had his hair up in the trademark quiff. John felt he needed to act normal, to carry on as if nothing had changed. They both knew that wasn't true, it was all over the papers, "Young fan sacrifices herself for Irish twins, Jedward". He couldn't bear it. Every time he closed his eyes he saw her face, the bloo
Copperwing's .:Calm Before The Storm:.Copperwing's .:Calm Before The Storm:.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Copperwing gave a scowl as he dragged his paws across the dusty camp, "why can't mysticclan send the flood all ready!" he grumbled, then stopped in his tracks. breezewind and the tom had to fill snake holes, before the flood happens "Thank you for that blindstar!" he spat at the ground, "Breezewind!" he called for the golden she-cat, it was going to be awkward but he was going to get threw it.
Breezewind's head slowly shot up, but it crashed right down and she coughed out a puff of dust. She hadn't had freshkill for days, hadn't bothered to groom her coat. Had only been living off of tiny droplets of water. She was weak and feeble, not having the strength to get up. "I'm in here," She croaked. She was rested under the open roots of a small tree, which provided some shelter and freshwater towards her.
copperwing scrunched up his nose at the smell radiating from the she-cat "Where's ghostpaw? we need to fill snkae holes before the blood, come on" he motioned his tail towards the entrance
Not Too DeepNot Too Deep6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Dont believe in this fallacy,
Its just my mind playing this game.
I want to forget, but I cant let go,
Of the feelings fallen upon me.
Infatuation is a silly thing,
A drug for my desperate mind.
Still, the departure hurts me so,
And the reunion brightens my world.
Why cant I leave it be?
Why cant I abandon my care?
What is it about you,
That has me skipping beats?
Why do you tease me, now?
I didnt want it like this,
But now its far too late.
I think Im falling for you, now-
But, I shouldnt go too deep.
I can sink into the pools of your eyes,
Id like to sleep in the wrap of your arms.
Your smile has caught me weak,
And your touch has whipped my heart.
But now I think its gone too far,
Its given me feelings I didnt desire.
I dont deserve this love and care,
You dont deserve my worries and despair.
Every time you leave, I feel so empty and hollow,
Anytime we meet, my chin perks high with joy.
One Voice: Chapter 2You fixed your hair in front of the mirror again. You just didn't know what to do with it!One Voice: Chapter 24 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Maddie! I need your help!" you wailed.
Maddie stood in your doorway.
You looked at her and asked, "What should I do with my hair?! I have a date for once!"
Maddie's jaw dropped. Her blonde curls danced as she shook her hair in disbelief.
"You have a date with who-?"
She cut herself off and started giggling. "You're seeing that Ludwig guy from New Year's aren't you?" she laughed.
"Maddie, seriously I need help!"
She giggled again and walked over to you. "Well, we want to frame your face, ja?"
Maddie did your hair and said, "What do you think?"
You looked in the mirror and you smiled. You looked great. You hugged her.
She smiled and clapped her hands with glee.
"You're going on a date! When did he ask?!" she said as she sat down on your bed.
You tried to get your shoes on. You wanted to wear your strappy sandals but it was too cold to do that. So, plain old shoes had to work
.:Blind loyalty:. Blindstar trudged through the warm sand of Scorchclan slowly. Her paws felt like stone and her chest felt no better. It was as if everything about her body had become stone. She remembered a similar feeling when she'd been drenched out at sea. Unable to get dry the water had slowly began to weigh her pelt down and consume her until she'd found her live saving piece of drift-wood. Without it Blindstar knew she would have never survived out in the open water as she had. But there was no live saver this time. She was on her own. I must be strong. she thought to herself, gritting her ivory white teeth together. I am a leader so I must be strong. This is for my clan..:Blind loyalty:.4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Almost too quickly the leader found herself at her destination. Lifting he
I Had Feelings...My feelings for youI Had Feelings...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Were no doubt there
And you shared them with me
Thank God, I swear.
But not too long later,
As I think over,
I slowly lose the emotion.
I don’t know what to tell you,
I surely don’t know how!
It was never a one night stand,
We still haven’t held hands,
And my lips are still a virgin to others.
Though I know how this goes
Yet I don’t I don’t remember
How to let you know
I want us to be over.
So soon it happened
It will be.
My feelings to you
Ode To Lil' HornToday you made me cry,Ode To Lil' Horn6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I made you cry,
And we held each other,
Shaking with the same affliction,
Hoping it will rot our bodies to the point of no gender.
And when the doctors tell your parents,
It's a boy,
It's a girl,
That's the role your expected to fill.
And even if that role is broken,
There's only one or the other.
No in-betweens are aloud,
Everything must be neat and categorized,
To the point of humiliation,
And of suicidal wishes,
Until your mind may snap.
Today you made me stronger,
I made you stronger,
And we held each other,
Shaking with denied dreams,
Hoping they will rot into bitter memories.
Broken WingsBroken Wings3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They tell me that I should get over it
That I should be fine
But with broken wings
It's hard to fly
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,
Regret and a friendHollowheart was in the medicine den asleep, or so it seemed. He was awake but he kept his eyes closed, guit seeping into him at what he caused the day before, and shifted to his side. A cut covered in cobwebs ran from his mid-stomach to his left cheek, he knew most of it could, and would, scar. Haha Blindstar didn't know how far she cut... he thought tiredly. He placed his tail over this nose and shut his eyes tighter closer.Regret and a friend3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Ivystep was sitting silently in camp, total worry covering her face. Worry for Blindstar, worry for Copperwing, for Hollowheart, the wellbeing of the clan. She was not used to so much stress. It was difficult on her sanity. After a long moment, she got to her paws and decided to visit Hollowheart and check up on him. Sneaking silently into the medicine den, to not wake Driftcloud, she gazed inside. "Hollowheart?" She whispered.
Hollowheart twitched his ears at his name and looked up to see Ivystep there, worry evident on her face. Pulling himself into a sit
I Hate ItI Hate It3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate it, when the reason for my depression
Is the person I love the most
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.
Internet FriendsInternet friends are fake, unreal, untrustworthy.Internet Friends7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Parents say , “Don't give your information
to someone who may do something dirty!
They're liars, evil and rapist in waiting.
Their compliments and gifts
are just another form of baiting.”
I'd like to think that we judge without
getting to know,
what happens on the other side of the mouse.
Internet friends are there when we're alone,
till 2 a.m on weeknights,
chatting with us until the pain is gone.
They're always there to confide,
when we're sometimes
on the verge of suicide.
Pulling us through our depression,
begging us not to relapse,
not to succumb to our regressions.
“Get help, not attention,” they'll tap in chat,
as a response of a picture,
that'll show our wrists all hatched.
Sometimes it's the little things they do for us,
like sending “You're amazing” “You're beautiful”,
“You're so full of love.”
They encourage us at times when our “friends” don't,
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
My lifeMy life8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's nothing in the world that I hate expect my life,
All my life I've been beat up, cheated on, blamed on, and hate on,
All I want is to be loved and someone that I can care for,
But people don't understand me or my feelings,
I wish one day upon a star that,
I never had a life to begin with.