RussiaXReaderXLithuaniaThis one is for you ~rainbowchick214, I hope you enjoy~RussiaXReaderXLithuania3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It had now been three months since Ivan moved you into his place. This wasn't really a problem, since his house is big and quite a few others live in it as well. The baltics for instance. Yeah, to be honest it was the baltics that were the problem.
Well, not Estonia or Latvia really at all. You thought them to be quite sweet. But Lithuania... He was different. Maybe it was because he was the oldest of the baltics, but there was something so strange about him. You couldn't put your finger on it.
He was always the one who served you, did chores for you and all the while when you said he didn't have to do everything for you, he replied by saying he didn't mind doing things for you. To be honest he warmed you from the inside, he was the one your heart fluttered if you saw him. You knew, you just knew you were falling for the gentle Lithuanian.
On the other hand though you had Russia and while you did still have s
God of War - The ConditionGod of War - The Condition7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A muggy tropical night was at its end. The stars had already faded and darkness kept on dispersing with every moment giving way to the morning grayness. Kratos sped up his pace. He had to sneak into the barracks unnoticed before dawn and he still had a considerable distance to walk.
He was wondering if it wouldn't have been better to start running at that point when suddenly cold blinding white light exploded a few meters in front of him.
He stopped raising both arms and covering his face. The light shimmered rapidly then faded a bit, its hue turning warmer, and finally flashed with sharp blinding blaze again to shoot away lightning alike branchy rays earth and skywards.
Strong scent of ozone and sea water filled the air while a vague blurred shape solidified among the flashes and discharges. A few moments later, a human figure emerged from the light.
Kratos stared at the man with utter amazement. In front of him stood... his own self - ashenpale, with a blo
Frozen WhirlpoolFrozen Whirlpool3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Somewhere...in the ocean
There is a whirlpool...that is...frozen
I no longer had anything keeping me bound to this world
You were my love, you were my chain, and my heart was a link
And I couldn't bear the thought of never seeing your face anymore
So my knees gave, as I let my thoughts break, and I forced myself to sink
Somewhere...in the darkness
There is a soul...which became faithless
All those memories down the drain
I feel the bitterness of hope
While my tears rain
I cannot cope
Somewhere...in the depths
There is a spark...cradled by emptiness
My pain will always remain in time
As I never wanted to let you go
But I still got left behind
Only to dwell in remorse
Somewhere...along the path
Came a point...where I couldn't stand
I knew there would be no moving on
And there would be no going back
Because I can't stand the thought
Of potentially losing any of that
Somewhere...in my mind
There is a time...when I loved my
VictimVictim3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That could obliterate the indestructible
That can crush any emotional-barrier
That seems beyond cruel
That is far out of control
It's impossible almost every night / You're the one who left me traumatized
As my lungs become EVER-so numb / This damage can NEVER be undone
Then my wounded memory floods / You will always be a part of my blood
Gasping for air
Holding my head
Afflicted by despair
I will never be able to forget
Living like this
One can only pretend
There is no such thing as darkness
But I knew I could not prevent the end
A part of me
Has that one wish
There was no tragedy
Ever to begin with
Innocence is held down
By what cannot be seen
Dark images are bound
Thou will forever be a part of me
I want to be set free / From your relentless agony
I'm starting to forget what it's like / To feel a complete soul inside
Though I hope you're doing well / I can't wait to see you here in hell
FAVOURITE CHARACTER X READER - QUIETLY.FAVOURITE CHARACTER X READER - QUIETLY.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You stood there. Quietly.
A single lonely tear ran down your face.
It was screaming inside.
You were fighting with yourself.
A fight nobody could win.
Because you were nobody.
Or at least you tried to be.
Or you didn't try.
And no one as well.
You stood there. Quietly.
Then you had a romantic relationship with your favourite fictional character.
Maybe even sexually.
Nobody liked it and no one was thrilled.
The man who can't be movedThe man who can't be movedThe man who can't be moved6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
In the middle of the street, there, still standing on the concrete. It is hard to ignore, yet too stupid to stare, and anything but satisfying to just watch. There, there on the concrete, there it stands. Someone must have forgotten it, without a note, just left it there. There, in the middle of the street, in the middle of the traffic.
All the people are staring, all the time. However, it has been there for a long time, the second your look falls on it the first time for the day, from that second on, your eyes are stuck to it. So attracting, so distracting you from the work you are doing. There, there it stands, only to manipulate you. You end up with an even worse focus on your work, that is all on it. That focus is put on that something, standing in the middle of the street. So every day you regret that you have ever chosen this office, with the window pointed to the main street. Those regrets won't ever be gone, not before it would be gone f
Chapter 1 .:No Tiltle Yet:.I swear there was no way that I could get any more tan.Chapter 1 .:No Tiltle Yet:.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
If I was to get more tan than I was now, I would become black, no doubt.
So if I was to stay out in this screaming hot sun any longer, I was surely going to become black.
Shit, I already listened to rap. I already did rap. All I needed was gangster clothing and Id be all set.
But I would not let this shitty job make me change ethnicities.
I dragged the back of my hand across my forehead, wiping away salty sweat that was literally leaking from my pores. I hated this job. I really, really hated this job. And still, I ask myself every day why I work here, and why I wanted to work here in the first place.
It was the only place that was actually hiring, or at least the only place that would hire a sixteen-year-old like myself. But I couldve looked a little longer, at more places. I hate the outdoors. I hate flowers. I hate excessive sun and sweating and all of the other bullshit I had to be put through. Why couldnt th
Magpie On The GallowsMagpie On The Gallows9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Written by: CliveBarker
Magpie on the Gallows
High above my head,
Tell me truly, maggot–pie,
Is my lover dead?
When he went away to war,
To me eternal love he swore
Tell me truly, bird of gloom,
Where his bed and what his doom?
From the gallows hear the magpie screech:
From now on your lover’s out of reach.
In a bed of mud he died
Soldiers slept at either side,
He has never been faithless dear,
And never will be now, I fear.
Magpie on the Gallows
Feathered white and black,
My brother went a–hunting
Will he not come back?
He was tall and he was strong,
Face was fair and limb was long.
Tell me truly, maggot–pie,
Did he live or did he die?
From the gallows hear the magpie scream
Now your brother is left alone to dream.
There’s no need for you to fret
He’s still fair to look at yet,
He lay in the snow to doze,
And while he slept the poor lad froze.
Magpie on the gallows
Where the death–rope creaks,
Why is it th
The wolf and IA true StoryThe wolf and I3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I was the first to see the wolf. I noticed him even before he saw us. But I think perhaps I am getting ahead of myself; let's start from the beginning.
It was April 2001, and my beautiful wife and I had driven over 700km (435 miles) to spend the night at the home of my father's sister, Jeanne-Berthe, in the town of Saint-Quentin, New Brunswick.
My employer, in a brief moment of insanity, had seen fit to allow me the choice of a Ford Mustang as my company fleet vehicle. I had been driving it for almost six months by then, enough to have learned to respect its loose, tail-happy road handling characteristics, and even to embrace them as somewhat endearing. Armed with four new Blizzak ice tires and the confidence of a recently completed advanced driving class, the snow covered rural highways were my playground.
We left Saint-Quentin early Sunday morning, heading for Halifax to visit
Punk!America X DJ!Reader: Hot Damn XIPunk!America X DJ!Reader: Hot Damn XI3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"How many times do I need to tell you that you are not allowed to have girlfriend?!" The company president yelled at me. Thanks to that bloody website, he found it out.
"Like I said, she's not my girlfriend!"
"Not your girlfriend?! So what that news article means?! It's clear that you two are holding hands!"
"What's up with holding hands?!"
"One more, you two went to Florida right?! I heard you both stayed at your hotel?"
"We didn't do anything!"
(Back to your POV)
The other band members couldn't do anything, the company president is a stubborn man, even you're stating the truth, he won't believe you. They watched Alfred get lectured, Ivan wanted to twist the company president's head.
"Starting now, you're not allowed to see her until we finish the world tour got that?!"
"World Tour?! what the hell?! No one informed me about that!"
"Because you're in Florida, young man"
World Tour can take 2 months or so, Alfred can't able to take it
tomato sauce...sometimes love ain't enough...tomato sauce...8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
sometimes it just lacks some stuff...
some tiny details, some bit of rough...
and a bit of tomato sauce...
who cares about all the emotions?
who cares about elixirs and potions?
and dramas causing these commotions...
to a bit of tomato sauce...
damn you, and damn those tears...
damn you, I have no fears...
I utter what my soul hears...
with a bit of tomato sauce...
toothbrush, toothpaste and dental floss
rachel monica chandler and ross
johnny freakin depp and kate junkie moss
you know what? I hate tomato sauce...
Ritual [Ginoza x Mental!Reader]Ritual [Ginoza x Mental!Reader]6 months ago in Drama More Like This
[Please read the description before you read!]
He wakes up, slamming the alarm clock and silencing the obnoxious beeping. He trudges to the bathroom as if the few hours of sleep didn’t even matter. He takes a minute to scrutinize the lilac crescents emphasizing the swollen redness of his eyes, the lines and cracks in his tightened lips. He peels away his outer layers and steps into the shower. He washes away the nightmares of the previous night. He washes away the troubles weighing down his mind. He makes sure every contour, nook and cranny are spotless, before he finally steps into the steamed atmosphere.
Before stepping out to face her.
She awakens from her sleep. He scans her psycho pass levels. Did her dreams shake her? Did she manage to sleep all through the night? Did she get enough? All these take a toll one her. Somedays, he’s lucky, and the scanner reads a lovely sky blue, one that gives him peace. Other days, it’s the dreaded clouded green,
answerless questions...- If years made me lose all my teeth, would you still want to kiss me?answerless questions...8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
- When cats hide from the rain, do they know the fun they're missing?
- Do pencils get jealous from pens for leaving a trace that's harder to erase?
- Will angels fall if they chose by their own free will to abide by the will of God?
- Is Satan as ugly as they draw him, or did he spend his money on a complete make-over?
- If you were hungry and had only one piece of bread, would you give it to a kid dying of hunger?
- Do all beauty pageant contestants want world peace, or just a piece of that diamond crown?
- When you hear the sentence: "they lived happily, and grew old together, he became a senile diabetic old man and she died of breast cancer at the age of 76", would you still consider calling this story a fairytale?
- If I couldn't help myself anymore, and hugged you and not wanted to let go, would you believe that I really loved you one day?
- If rain was made of fire, would you cry on your cigarette whenever yo
How My Business WorksHow My Business Works3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My business works because it's actually not a business. And by this I mean I hardly make any money with my pictures. For me photography is not a way to make money but to invest money, and I work several other jobs to be able to pay for my art. I'm a tour guide on waste to energy plants and wastewater treatment facilities, I'm a concierge at the house I'm living, I work as a Photoshop instructor and on weekends I take care of the library of the University.
Sometimes people say to me: I can hardly believe you're not making money with your photos because they are better than the work of many professional photographers.
Of course it's flattering when somebody says something like that even if I don't always agree. But here's the thing: the very reason why I'm able to work on this level is because I don't have to make money with my pictures. If you're a photographer who wants to make a living out of it you are forced to do things differently. You have to focus on what your customers like and
MarcoMarco3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Sopravvissuta a 'n amore, er più dolce,
sentivo la voglia de sta' un po' da sola.
Tornavo alla vita con il contagocce,
ma appena t'ho visto... nodo alla gola.
Mani possenti, dentro 'e saccocce.
Te sei avvicinato e senza parola,
sguardo che scioglie anche le rocce,
m'hai fatto 'n sorriso... a me, tutta viola!
"Me chiamo Marco" hai detto impacciato.
M'avessero dato un cielo de carta...
le stelle, i tuoi occhi, avrei disegnato.
Me so' sciolta tutta: "Ciao... sono Marta".
De colpo me sento 'no Stato assediato.
Sei tu il mio guerriero, vieni da Sparta.
L'Amore ricama le strade del fato
co' cura e premura, come 'na sarta.
M'hai letto negli occhi... poi m'hai baciato.
M'hai stretto sur collo le tue grosse dita.
Quello che ero l'ho già cancellato...
Disegnami adesso, mia dolce matita.
Parlando me dici che fai pugilato.
Ma tu m'hai già stesa, presa e rapita!
Marco... stupendo l'averti incontrato,
l'amarti un momento o tutta la vita.