Time Heals Nothing..in MeTime Heals Nothing..in Me3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Time Heals Nothing
Your sprit passes threw me like a cold breeze on a warm day,
no physical being left to see,
but I know you are with me.
TIME HEALS NOTHING!!!!!!!!!.....in me
I've gone to all the places you would be,
still I cant except your not with me.
your grave is so lonely,
like two staring eyes in the night.
TIME HEALS NOTHING!!!!!!!!!.....in me
Decembersville Ch. 16Decembersville Ch. 166 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Chapter 16 - A freaky make-over by the freak Nutty Jimmy
His name is Nutty Jimmy and hes my older brother. Ive told him you are in need of assistance and all depending on his mood, you may or may not make it out in one piece because lately that brat has been whining about not getting too many brains in his stomach because he ran out of friends to chew on. Dont argue with him or ask him questions because half the time you WILL NOT understand A WORD hes talking about. Hes an idiot too, so dont expect him to understand what you are saying as well. Just shut up and dont argue and if hes doing anything that makes you uncomfortable, then that means hes in a happy mood. Oh, and just accept your fate when I mean IF it comes. Its useless to run from this guy. He refers to himself in third person most of the time and if he begins to dance, then that means hes a
Decembersville Ch. 10Decembersville Ch. 106 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Chapter 10: A very anxious circus freak called Pendulum Tin
In the name of all that is expensive and worth something, you clowns get your tin cans out there NOW! the ringmaster screamed backstage to all the performers. Many of them emitted sounds of whining and one of the performers under the name Juliza Star said, Aw, cut us some slack, boss! We went on about fifteen times in thirty minutes!
Carvel Hare, the small pink bunny plush doll with broken button eyes and a mad sewn up mouth mocked her words, Cut us sum swack, boss! Wah wah wah wah! This is why were going out of business! Now you, you, you, you, and you get out there and make those people happy!
All ten performers groaned and slinked out the curtains. The bitter ringmaster screamed at them through his gritted sharp sewn teeth, HAPPY! As in SMILING, you buncha saps! SMILING! SMI-LING!!
Decembersville Ch. 6Chapter 6: Craziness is not on the streetsDecembersville Ch. 66 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Chimabell! For gods sake, answer me you little brat! screamed Campara, a foul-mouthed thirty-year-old woman with a long black dress and a vulture-like walk.
She forced open the metal door before her with a kick and glared down below at the gear-infested factory in the underground chamber. Sparks of ember glided across the smoky channel and she could see the many prisoners in white masks and chains pounding down on iron objects going down the industrial line.
Campara frustratingly flew down into the smoky, fiery unit and began scanning the entire occupied area until she finally found her little brother Chimabell sitting at a high level watching boxes get thrown into the furnace. He laughed cutely each time a box went in and got burned. Then his small attention was finally caught.
Ello, sister! Ooh. Are you mad at me?
What happens to escapeesThe cogs in her head accelerated as she thought. There could not come anything good out of this. The girl bit her lip as she went over what to do. She wanted to, no, needed to get out and away from the circus. There was no one between her and the way out, but the ringleader had his head turned to her. She waited.What happens to escapees5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She had to wait, or else she would miss her chance.
As the ringleader turned his head away she got the chance. Quickly and quietly she got out of her seat and silently tried to sneak away without being noticed. It went good at first, and she was just about to leave the tent as she felt someone watching her. Looking over her shoulder she saw the ringleader, watching her with his grin. She froze a good couple of seconds, before dashing towards the exit.
Unfortunately, the artists had suspected it would happen. Before she could reach the free air a snake tail wrapped around her leg and a Lamia picked her up, smiling a little.
"Think you can get away, kid?", she giggled, kissing t
Losing WonderlandIve always been grateful that despite my stupidity, Ive had a good sense of imagination. It was the one thing I could count on when I wanted to prove myself to someone, the one thing that was able to comfort me when I didnt.Losing Wonderland5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Was, at least.
Things do not always stay the way you want them to. Sad yes, but true. We all grow up at some point, and soon what little child-like innocence we had left is eaten away by the cruelty of life. These days it is only getting worse; childhood seems to last only for a few years and soon children are no longer children, but smaller versions of adults, walking around swearing and spewing and talking about topics too old for them. And when they get older, they regret it for the rest of their lives, and regret ever saying I want to grow up.
Some are lucky. Some can escape the world for a few moments and wander into the recess of their minds, where all dreams and fantasies seem to come to life. Imagination is the on
The Clockwork cities - intro Not many people know of the Clockwork Cities, but the truth is, they've always been there. For every time and place, there was a clockwork counterpart, and behind every ticking clock, was a door that leads there. All it took was to find a big enough clock and search for the passage. Easier said than done, of course.The Clockwork cities - intro5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Finding a big clock was one thing. A tourist, for example, would have a hard time trying to convince those seemingly nice people in white coats to let him inside the Big Ben so he can visit another world, and that he hadn't bashed his head against the wall after missing yet another tour bus.
However, those who were lucky (or more likely unlucky) enough to end up in a Clockwork city would tell you that it was the worst possible name you could give to it, as Time made absolutely no sense there. The whole city operated like a broken clock, which is to say, it hardly operated at all.
Letter to Certain CharactersThis has to end. NOW.Letter to Certain Characters5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You two used to be best friends. You shared laughs, caused mischief together and were practically brothers. But now... look at what's happening to the both of you, and everyone you care about.
Admittedly, you two weren't saints to begin with. After all, one of you steals energy from young unsuspecting dreamers and gives them nightmares, while the other is a four-armed Ringleader ghost with an appetite for human flesh. But even when my friends and I got in trouble with you, it was better; at least you were working together.
Now, everyone is suffering because of the war you two have waged on each other. Ringleader, you kidnapped the one person your best friend truly loved. Why? To get some stupid dream secret you didn't even need. After that, you used what he taught you to prove you were better than him at his own game, that you were the one who should be feared the most.
In the process your friendship was ruined, and not only did you hurt your wif
N'eteins pasVoici une nouvelle dont le principe était d'écrire sur un vampire pas comme les autres (donc non amateur de vampire, ne jetez pas ce texte trop vite à la poubelle, et amateur tentez le coup ^^)N'eteins pas3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bonne lecture en espérant qu'elle sera agréable!
Edit: Un des textes gagnants au concours du site Bite me if you can (http://underworld1974.vampire-legend.net/).
Il avait toujours été un homme pragmatique et terre à terre. Un scientifique pur et dur qui appliquait l'adage de Saint Thomas: je ne crois que ce que je vois. Tout ce qui n'était pas prouvé par A plus B n'était que sornettes à ses yeux, des contes de bonnes femmes. Le paradis, l'enfer et l'âme? Des inventions pour les faibles, carottes utilisées par la religion pour forcer les ânes que sont les êtres humains à agir de manière convenable. La vie après la mort? Un mythe. Ce qui les attendait était le néant. Po
Doctor Dandy's Suicide NoteDear cruel, unhealthy world (or whoever out there is reading this. Especially considering you bloody bats dont wanna be friends with me. Uncharming goblins. You only want me for my body, dont you. DONT YOU!!):Doctor Dandy's Suicide Note6 years ago in Humor More Like This
I think its time I was taken from this dying stench-stain in the scab of life because I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU CHEERMONGERS!! You and your adorable-ness and teenagery and your potty-mouthed children that come to me day and night Doctor Dandy! I hab a pwobwem. My pawents hate me. Im running away. Blah blah blah! Jeez! I thought this job would be easy but no! I have to strain my hearing to listen to you brats complain about everything from your bickering parents to your whiny little ruts! Well heres a newscast for you: LIFE. IS. HELL. Thats the problem with you bunch of blooming eejits! You never consider MY problems for the thought! Its always like Doctor Dandy
Decembersville Ch. 11Chapter 11: Car chase Downtown!!Decembersville Ch. 116 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
That early winter morning, outside Carvel's Circus, Zero and Sophia and Pendulum Tin were staring with wide open eyes at the lamp post. There was taped paper on it with a notice:
WANTED!! Human Girl Child; small in stature, whitish blond hair, short, big eyes and a whole lot of bratty attitude! She's a bad person and is to be reported to the nearest member of the Dolls for instant extermination!! Love, your mayor (aw, you know who I am).
Sophia turned away from it and looked at her friendly misfits saying, "Was somebody watching me!? How do they know how I look like!?"
Hell Doesn't Even KnowI want to cry so much...Hell Doesn't Even Know2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe I'm happy,
Maybe I'm sad.
I feel so alone,
Yet I've been with people all day.
I feel so unloved,
Yet I know I have people who love me.
I can't talk about these feelings.
I can't open up when the door is locked.
And the key is lost.
I want to inspire,
But I just recieve empathy.
I want to die,
But I keep on breathing.
I feel so confused, lost and all alone.
The feelings inside me are too strong for my body.
I don't want someone to understand.
I want someone to give me the answers to why I am like this.
And a solution to fix the massacre inside me...
Decembersville Ch. 5Decembersville Ch. 56 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Chapter 5: The City of Freaks and the Ax-Handed Boy
There are one or two troubles with dreams, ladies and gentlemen: dreams are beautiful but could become the downfall of some. Dreams tell the dreamer of fantasies that can corrupt ones imagination what with the absurdities that can swim through them yet at the same time could cure insanity. They told what was real, what was unreal, what was safe, what was dangerous warnings. The possibility of being blinded by the fantasy of a dream is grand but there is a humongous percentage doubting that as well; a win-lose subject, I should say. But, as some times happen, the logic of many could become blindfolded by their denial that what they stumbled across was just totally impossible.
Let us take a haunted dimension as our example.
"This is not real this is not real " Sophia repeated to herself unwillingly as she remained still right at the archway to the city. Body frozen,
Life is too ShortYou have been judged.Life is too Short3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You feel unloved.
Feel the whole world is out after you.
But I'm here, I'm here for you.
And I promise you, we'll see it through.
You need a laugh or two?
Well that's what I do.
So don't be blue.
I'll be here for you.
And I promise we'll see it all through...
Hold onto those dreams.
Let out all those screams.
Because no matter how hard it all seems...
In the end it will all be redeemed...
So hold on.
Life's not done.
So hold on...
Let out your hair.
In the sunlights glare.
Let the whole world know...
That you're here to glow.
Life is too short.
Kid/Reader Part one(Death The Kid X Reader)Kid/Reader Part one2 years ago in Romance More Like This
A/N: OMS= OH MY SEMMETRY!
This is my first Soul Eater reader insert story. ENJOY~!
You walked into the DWMA slowly pushing some of your (h/c) fringe out of your (e/c) eyes. You were new to the DWMA, and currently a meister is being assigned to you. You have a class with a teacher named Professor Stien, whoever that was.
As you walk into the school you see crowds upon crowds of people.
"Wow This place is huge." You mutter beginning to walk down the hall past all of the people. As you do this many begin to stare at you.
"Hey Soul, who's that girl over there?" Maka asks as she looks over to you, since Soul had been staring at you.
"Not sure Maka. I think she's new." Soul replies turning around to face the blonde haired girl. Maka nods in understanding. It is at this time Death The Kid, Liz, and Patti walk over.
"Hey guys, what's up?" Liz asks, hands on her hips. Patti giggles
Choices Left or Right?Choices2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I chose Left.
I should have gone to the Right.
2P!England x reader- Fireflies /Songfic/~Fireflies by Chris Garneau~2P!England x reader- Fireflies /Songfic/2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
((A/N- I wasn't quite sure how to write this, and I saw some other people did sonfics in this sort of style. I hope it's still alright, sorry ))
Song link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T9q63Am_D2g
Its not easy so, you take it slow
You're coming up, youre coming around the bend
You're my good friend,
And you're coming up, you're coming around the bend
Ha ha, haaa.....
"Oliver!" You yelled excitedly, smiling, running to your best friend.
"Ah, ___! It's about time, poppet!" He laughed, his arms opening just in time to catch you in a large hug.
He spun you around, the two of you laughing happily. Oliver stopped, setting you down and looking into your eyes, full of excitement.
"Ready for tonight? I've got everything planned already!" He stated, his smile never fading.
You nodded, biting your lip. "I'm always ready for anything, Ollie, you know that!"
He giggled, kissing your nose sweetly, making you blush.
You're making fri
Jokress SongJokress Song5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Foolish man born of human
Foolish man fated to die
You believe in something that doesn't exist
Every deadly human does
And I have just you under my wing
I look at you
You'd give anything for me to look again
I smile to you, you give me your heart
I speak to you, you give me your time
You beg to me, but I won't give it back
Am I nice? You say yes, I say no
Do I love you? If I say yes, I lie
Have you ever felt my heart beat?
No, no, no, you have not
I am not nice
I can not love
My heart doesn't belong in my body
You don't belong in my heart
I am Jokress
Want to play a game?
Decembersville Ch. 12Chapter 12: Making a friend uh-ohDecembersville Ch. 126 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Eww! What are you doing here, you little freak? screamed a tall, beautiful, mocha-skinned girl. It was senior prom at Raremale High (in Michigan) and nine o clock at night. A seventeen-year-old boy with greasy black hair, sad sunken eyes, and big front teeth looked at her in shocking curiosity. He was holding a bouquet of flowers for her. Huh? Wha..w-what do you mean? I I got your letter in my locker, he said embarrassed and heartbroken. The tall girl made a look at her two girlfriends who were giggling. Then the tall girl began to laugh out loud with them, HAHAHA! Oh my god! I hate you two! AHAHAHAHA!! and they all laughed together. The boy was tricked and his heart weighed heavily now. All the seniors and their partners were laughing rudely and leering at him; even the teachers and staff. The girl said right up to the slumping gothic boy
Decembersville Ch. 2Chapter 2: Sophia and Darkslaw have a talkDecembersville Ch. 26 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The night fell upon Canzingsvale Wood in a heartbeat and Sophia found herself in a large, pink, princess-like dress. Why? Because of a baby shower that her grandparents were proud to sponsor; at their house too. As much as she didnt want to complain, all Sophia could do was whine about how she didnt want to attend even though the party was going to be downstairs in the large foyer.
Dont they have a house? Why does it have to be here? Its so dumb.
Please dont say that, Sophie. They are very good friends of ours and the grandmother came in close to the childs ear and whispered, They dont have the money to pay for the party.
Sophia just moaned and tried holding her tears back as her grandma pulled back her hair
The Alice KillingsThe first Alice was the tough girl, Megumi,The Alice Killings2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A young 29 year-old, whose character was rocky.
She used the sharp tongue with her own business run,
But liked to be social at night and have a bit of fun.
Then one exciting night, she went to the heavy drunk zone,
And here she made the mistake of driving off alone.
The very next day, her dead body was found from a bloody run,
She was found by a couple by the time of the rising sun.
A Jack of Spades card was crammed into her mouth,
The word, 'Alice' was written in the victim's blood.
The second Alice was a man named Akio,
He was the singer of a band that never had much fame, so?
He was kind-hearted, one that would never start a fight,
But too bad for him because everyone had to see the light.
He was then abducted in the year, 2001,
His band very soon broke apart and was considered done.
Yamane's dead body was found slumped on a table of blood red,
His vocal chords had been ripped and he had been shot right in the head.
A King of Diamonds card
Smile like you mean itSmile like you mean itSmile like you mean it2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pretend it's all a dream
Don't let the world see you break
Don't let them hear you scream
You don't know where your mind is
It's somewhere out of reach
And if they see you crumble
Like a choir they will preach;
Attention whore, pitiful, waste of space
They'll scorn and mock
and kick dirt in your face
and when those voices fill you with fear and dread
Just smile and remember that
It's All In Your Head.