menshe liked her menmen4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
spare and sparse
lean of words
without flowers in their hands
their shirt sleeves rolled up
to show the world
how hard they lived,
their legs tucked into boots
as thick and dark as calluses
she liked them sprawled
elbows on the table
their forks demanding her attention
spearing the meat
like clean kill
chewing with the gusto
of young rams
their teeth reminding her
of how devouring was
a holy act
and she would dream
of those hands
curious beasts of prey
skin freckled with the grit of stars
and gravel from wrong turns
making paths across her blouse
pulling her skirt up
to meet their questions
and of how her throat
like it had no will
at the whisper of her name.
C2 - Doggish Tendencies-Doggish Tendencies-C2 - Doggish Tendencies8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Carl sat at his computer. His parents were out...somewhere and Chloe was also....somewhere. Though it was probably not the same 'somewhere' as where Janet and Barney's 'somewhere'. Chloe's 'somewhere', Carl decided, was definably more dark and depressing then where ever his parents would have taken her. She was probably out with Damien, praising the dark lord or something. Perfect freezing rainy weather for it. So skateboarding was out.
On the bright side, this meant that Carl had the house to himself. Well, beside Rex and C2. Carl was free to do whatever he wanted for the next memorable stretch of time. Absolutely anything his little teenage brain could concoct. Anything at all...
So, Carl sat as his computer. He clicked over this and that, never really settling on one thing glancing at the rain outside and shivering, he finally settled on opening his blog and as he signed on, he pulled his headset on. He repositioned it so it would sit more comfortably
Hollows mate-11When they got to Urahara's shop, Yoruichi was in her human form, sitting on the table, and Urahara was sitting down, his fan in front of his face. "My, my, to what do I owe this pleasant visit?" he asked.Hollows mate-115 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"You're the one that called us here... to talk about a rescue plan." Ichigo crossed his arms.
"Ah, yes, and whether or not you should stay behind, Ichigo." Urahara smiled.
"I think he should..." Renji stated.
"Problem with that is that he can't control his Reatsu, so it's always leaking out..." Yoruichi teased.
"Stop making fun of me for that... I've been trying..." Ichigo pouted. Hichigo wrapped an arm around him.
"We know... and you've gotten better." He soothed.
"Really?" Ichigo looked up.
"Yeah..." Hichigo smiled.
"Anyway... while that is true, He would be in more danger in Hueco Mundo." Urahara reminded.
"And if he goes, by hell am I going to let him get hurt..." Hichigo seethed.
"While that may be true... he is three months along..." Urahara stated, fanning himself.
Sky's The Limit pt.1Sky's The Limit pt.14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
One Saturday morning, I was sleeping peacefully in my holy sanctuary, my bedroom.
My hair was shining like a golden coin, cause of the morning sun light, when suddenly the alarm went on beside my bed. I got shocked; I jump off of bed and hit the snooze button sluggishly.
'Damn, I forgot to turn off the alarm! It's Saturday today.' I lifted the covers with my hand and looked at the alarm. It was already 7:00 AM I moaned, got off of bed and stretched his arms. I yawned as I walked up to I bedroom window. Opened it and smelled the fresh air from the trees
"Hah! What a wonderful, sunny day." I sighed happily, then, I heard noisy chattering sounds out of the blue. As I went to the dining room, I saw my friends, eating.
'W-Why are they here early in the morning?!' I just greeted them with a big fake smile
"Hey, sleepyhead's finally awake!" a red haired guy called me out,
"Morning, Roxas!" the brunnette boy called me out, cooking. It was, So
Pileup - 50 HH sentencesPileup - 50 HH sentences7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Summary: 50 sentences (some are related, most aren't) - Hedone High
Theme set: DELTA
Warnings: Swearing, violence, character death suggestiveness etc etc
Disclaimer: I own all. No srsly.
POTENTIAL MURDERER, Izm yelled, sucking in a much needed lungful of air as he pointed a finger dramatically in A.E.Ds face; the prefect rolled his eyes and smacked the delinquent with the pillow he had previously been using to half smother him, Well I told you to stop singing that fucking song!
The apple (and subsequent relevation) met Newton after falling on him similarly, Izm met A.E.D when, in Year 8, he fell out of the tree .D happened to be under.
Since the beginning theres always been one compassionate, forgiving, true God thats what his parents had told him and he had believed right
PlaygroundPlayground3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All that autumn her ghost haunted the playground;
no wisping phantom, but strident bits and pieces
clamoring for attention - a pair of black patent
leather shoes waiting expectantly by the teeter-totter.
And Sister Teresa had to pry red woolen mittens
off the jungle gym every morning.
Jimmy Boyle kept seeing her sweater at the swings,
its green wooly arms daring him to go higher
and trying to tag him "it".
And her best friend, Jenny Black
could see the flash of her pigtails
throwing copper across the kickball field
where recess waited to swallow them.
The toys vanished from the sandbox every evening
leaving nothing but a soft trail of disappointment
in their wake -
their accusations of neglect
and longing crouched under the
maple trees, swarming with the bees.
But winter proved a discordant grave -
the protest of frozen ground
an errant melody in the schoolyard
and her shoes kept shrinking
and stumbled down the slide,
leaving a thick crust of frost
like somber tracks that said good-bye
Whispers of the MadWhispers of the Mad:Whispers of the Mad3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your lips remain painted with the scars of torment
Carved so as to split with every word of speech
The glass that slices through your softened flesh
Bears the marking we know as 'Vinashuka'
And now he lies beneath the falling sand
Drowning in a world that is sinking away
Though his feet will seek the stability of ground
He finds himself caught by 'Vinashuka'
A disturbing word that rings hollow at best
For it carries the tone of a tainted solitude
A heart that has been corrupted by physical pain
Can only scream 'Vinashuka!'
How does a man know when he has gone insane?
To descend into a world where logic is naught
A moon that carries the colour of blood
Shall paint my skin with 'Vinashuka'
I have lost all sense of meaning in this place
There is no where else for my soul to flee
Caught within the whispers of delusory madness
I can only repeat Vinashuka...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 13th July 2012
Tiny Lady (Loki x Baby!Reader)“I vow that everyone here shall suffer if someone does not remove this fiend from my person!” Loki growls as he tries to untangle your curious fingers from the silken edge of his pants.Tiny Lady (Loki x Baby!Reader)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Thor’s laughter is booming as he steps forward to pick you up and hold you in one of his large arms.
“Now brother, this tiny lady is no fiend,” Thor coos playfully, stretching out a single finger to tickle at your belly.
You laugh giddily, small fingers wrapping about his finger, a large grin on your face.
“Yes,” Sif says in that gentle baby voice everyone seems so keen on adopting when in the presence of an infant, “She’s a lady.”
Sif wiggles her finger over your stomach and you watch her silently before laughing and reaching out to take one of her fingers in your hand.
“Agreed!” Fandral throws in, sauntering over to peer down at your face.
You trill delightfully at the addition of third face, hands on a new mission as they stretch
An artistAn artist3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Staring at a blank paper
Is an artist's worst nightmare.
The artist is the shaper,
Their thoughts somewhere up in the air.
They are searching for inspiration,
Sometimes they are even searching the skies.
It takes a lot of concentration,
But you can always see the passion burning in their eyes.
Being an artist does not always mean you're creative.
It just means that you want to create something,
And never want to give up.
Nightmare: The Secret KeeperNightmare: The Secret Keeper3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nightmare: The Secret Keeper
I know, I know; I've asked too much of you already
Up until today I've asked for what I don't deserve
I hope, I hope; you will always be able to put up with me
Because everyone else chooses to ignore my words
So please, please; I want you to take me, and hide me far away
I need you to do this for me; I never, ever want to be found again
Take my will, take my heart, take my tears, take my name
Take my life, take my soul, take my fear, take my pain
Pull me into you, and keep me close to your void of a heart, so I can lose myself
Hold me in your arms, and keep everything in your palms, I yearn to be held
I can no longer stay
So please take me, and hide me before it's too late
I never wanted you to know that I don't care about myself anymore
You need to know up until this day I still feel so, so hollow
It's okay, it's okay, feel my peace, I'm giving it to you, so don't worry
Because you need it more
I Pinky PromiseI Pinky Promise3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let us talk for a little while
And let me make you smile
Let me take you out every night
And you will be the best sight
Nothing can compare
Because I love you I swear
AnonymousI am the girl who hides between moth eaten paper backsAnonymous3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And slips into bookstores and devours leather bound spines
I am chloroform lips bitten down, red and rosy
Ink stained finger tips that fold book pages between my pupils
I'm the girl who drowns herself in coffee and cough drops
While remaining curled between Tennyson and Steinbeck
Wasting days wondering why grass is green
And how it can be greener for others and not I
Then I realized its all artificial food colouring
And polystyrene picket fences
Sticky notes yellowed at the edges reminding myself how to smile
I've pasted them on my skin in makeshift paper Mache armour
But like all mangled words I will be thrown inside a wastebasket
Saved for a rainy day
A Star Trek Christmas CarolA Star Trek Christmas Carol3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
(I must say, I don't own Trek, Goodies or Ghostbusters, because Trek belongs to Paramount, Goodies belongs to the BBC and Ghostbusters, and I don't know who it belongs to.)
Still, here's my story.
It was a cold Christmas evening on the Holodeck. Everyone was happily putting up decorations and hanging baubles on their trees. The Goodies, Tim, Bill and Graeme, were going round as elves, putting presents through the letterboxes. The children ran round, trying to catch each other. Malcolm Reed and Trip (Charles Tucker III) were helping Travis Mayweather with the Christmas Dinner, as Hoshi Sato had cooked it. T'Pol was laying the table for Jonathan Archer, as he was putting presents under the tree with Dr. Phlox. Porthos was chasing a handkerchief. Everything was normal, until
Scrooge (Jean-Luc Picard) came out of the shadows and commanded everyone to get back to work.
Scrooge was an old, selfish man, and everybody didn't like his behaviour. Everyone was sad th
Kankri x Grub!Reader - CaughtKankri x Grub!Reader - Caught2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Kankri slipped into one of his bright red sweaters and laced up his plain black converse. It was early morning, about 6 a.m. to be exact, and he was readying himself for a morning walk, just as he did every morning. As he stood up and headed for the door, something stood in his way. Your tiny little body was sitting in front of the door, your big [e/c] bulbs looking up at him curiously.
“Oh, good morning, [Name],” Kankri said with a smile. He bent over and ruffled your baby locks. “Could you kindly move out of the way? I have to get going.”
You simply shook your head.
Kankri frowned. “Now, [Name], you know you must respect your elders. If you would please scootch over just a bit and I’ll be on my way.”
You waddled closer to the door and nudged it with your forehead. Kankri finally understood. You wanted to come with him on his morning commute. “I apologize for not understanding you before, [Name].” He scooped you up and sat you on t
Who Needs Friends?Dear Loneliness,Who Needs Friends?4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Will you be my friend?
Because I seem to just be a trend,
That the world has put to bed.
Will you make me smile?
Because Happiness has run a mile,
Just like everything else I need.
Will you help me hope?
Because Optimism is a slippery slope,
When you've seen the world.
Will you make me care?
Because I hate Interest's flare,
In a place too dull for life.
Will you make me content?
Because you're the one that'll prevent,
That which I long for.
Will you make me feel alive?
Because I don't even want to survive,
In a world that cares too much.
Will you make me a saint?
Because I don't deserve a heavenly taint,
Due to the sinner that I have become.
Will you make me your sob-story?
Because you want all of the pride and glory,
Of surviving where your buddy fell.
Rainbow DustRainbow Dust4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stars made of nightmares and skies made of fears
Hearts made of glass and a home built of tears
Cries made of silence and words made of knives
Dreams of the struggle to simply survive
Souls made of paper and minds made of flames
She is a piece of their loveliest game
No longer can she feel more than disgust
Even a rainbow does turn into dust
ALONENo one can see the pain that we hide,ALONE11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They're happy for us to keep it inside,
Our fear is our own; they don't want to know,
Why sould we involve them; why should it show.
You live your whole life in confusion and fear,
The need to feel something unbearably near,
Half of you living, Half of you gone,
And inside you know what your doing is wrong.
The thing's that can help, the thing's that may heal,
Are the flame or the blade and the sting of the steel,
The destruction of skin means the death of your soul,
But there's nowhere to run when your living alone.
PallorI cried myself sane and thenPallor6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
moved on. How strange, that a man
can split open like a rotten peach and find,
at last, nothingness. How strange to realize:
only then can sunlight enter his veins.
Death dissolves us. Nothing has changed
but everything is different. I spend an hour
pressing my fingers against a wall, the skin
whitening as blood retreats.
There is no regret, no fear. Only a man
who whitens against his final four walls,
the empty chair, the selfish and wandering grief.
Only a man whose face slowly unravels and the way
I wash my face, make dinner, let myself forget.
The Search for Paradise (1) ch.7The Search for Paradise (1) ch.73 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Latios carried Blaze on his back and I carried Ralts on mine as we headed up the mountains, where Flarewhip, the keeper of the Flame Sword awaits us and Blaze's battle. Blaze leaped off of Latios and started to jog quickly. I have no idea why he's doing that. Then, as the top reaches our sight, Blaze stops in front of a small oasis. He looks down at his refection.
I slowly look over his shoulder to see his reflection, mine, Jen's, and another. It's weird, but I think the Legendary Pokemon Jirachi is here. I jerk my head backwards to see him floating in fron of us. Lstios heads over to my side. Blaze turns around to see him.
"You seek a wish, don't you?" Jirachi calmly asks Blaze. Blaze nods. He reaches his hand out and holds a star peice. Jirachi stares happily at it and accepts it from him. "Ok, what is your wish?"
"I wish to find Flarewhip and battle him," he says back. Jirachi's head jerks up with eyes wide open. He's completely shocked by his answer.
"Ok. You'll fight a warrior who
The Human Species 45 - Restless Thunderbird ZapdosThe Human Species 45 - Restless Thunderbird Zapdos4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mewtwo glared at Lucario, eyes so ferocious he was certain he would go blind if he did not look away from them. Supposedly the powerful psychic had the ability to kill him before he could even blink, and so he sharpened his reflexes as much as possible and was ready to leap away at the slightest notice of an attack. Meanwhile, the dark radiance grew so thick and hopeless that Lucario wondered if maybe he had already been attacked, life fading away from him as he was slowly dying.
Instantly, everything let up as Mewtwo turned his back to them through a swaying motion, Lucario falling forward in surprise.
"Farewell," he said, bending his legs to the ground and getting ready to take off.
"Wait, Mewtwo!" Mew shouted in surprise as she flew towards him, "You came all this way for nothing!?"
"Silence, original!" Mewtwo roared ferociously, stopping himself but still not turning around, "I tolerate your presence under protest. If you wish me to mingle with other legendaries, regular Pokém
Homestuck x ReaderTrolls and humans had been living together for some time, and you loved it. But your parents had not, "Now either you stop hanging out with those bad kids, and those good for nothing trolls or you are out of here!" Your mom yelled at you, you just stared that floor getting angrier by the minute. "There is nothing wrong with any of my friends!" You yelled glaring at her, "They are a bad influence." Your dad said slamming his fist on the table, "They are not!" You yelled storming up stairs, "Where are you going?" Your mother asked, "to pack my stuff, I'm leaving!" You yelled.Homestuck x Reader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You sat at the park, tears falling down your face stupid stupid STUPID! You had no money, and it was already dark and cold out. As you sat on the bench shaking, an idea popped in your head, why didn't I ever think of this before? You pulled out your phone, "Hello?" "Yeah it's me, do you mind coming to get me at the park by my house?" You asked, you smiled happily, "thanks."