10 Ways to Annoy L10 Ways to Annoy L4 years ago in Humor More Like This
10. Run around screaming, I know your name! I know your name! directly in front of him (and Light as well)
9. Every time he stacks at least three sugar cubes/marshmallows, scream, HI, L!!! right in his ear.
8. Right in the middle of whatever hes about to say, jump out of your seat, put on a dead serious facial expression, point right at him, and say, Objection!
7. Copy his pose in a chair right beside him and try to act as smart as you possibly can (or you could just say E equals M C squared over and over again).
6. Tell him hes looking awful bloated this evening.
5. Ask him wha
In Memory ofIn Memory of1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
It's funny how things work.
We can never control what life throws at you.
Nor can we ever change the hand we have been dealt.
You were my friend.
You were my world.
I looked up to you.
And knew you were strong.
Even after all you went through,
Even after all that was taken from you...
You were strong.
You were proud.
You were a lesbian and you were amazing.
You were a princess in name as well as in heart.
I know now no one will ever fill your shoes.
I know now Things won't ever be the same.
It was at this very time that things got worse for you a year ago, and despite everything you still held on.
You still fought.
And if I k
ShuroXJohn history - ch.11"Well don't you look cute in your uniform," Mary smiled. "How have you been, love? John was just telling me about how you're staying with him now." Mary folded her hands over her plump belly.ShuroXJohn history - ch.114 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm just going to say I'm good so we can dodge a really long, awkward conversation," I remarked, shoving the pile of dirty clothes in my bag which lay slumped on the seat.
Mary giggled at that but John just folded his arms, smiling along though I knew he didn't find it quite as amusing as Mary did.
John turned to me after excusing himself from Mary. "Shuro, you sure you're up to going to school? You can stay here if you want; though I can't promis
Please, I beg, come trueSecret mysteryPlease, I beg, come true5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
of my dreams,
you come to me
and are not seen.
You wake beside me,
but are not there,
the face and smile
on a wall so bare.
I wish to hold you
and never let go,
for you are mine forever,
I hope this time to keep it so.
I wait to sleep,
but die to dream,
so soon youll return
and come to me.
You will hold me close,
and keep me still,
so tomorrow morning
I am still there.
In your arms
forever to be,
is for now a dream,
but tomorrow a reality.
In A World Of Rain.And in our minds,In A World Of Rain.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We are the very commanders of our souls.
With paper hearts taped together,
A miracle, it will take, to survive.
As we runaway from all that we cower from,
Our hearts' paper edges soften,
With the tears spilled, seeping down within.
Our hearts begin to tear.
Wear and tear.
Rip and shred.
Such paper dolls we are.
Made from the thinnest of material.
The slightest rain would make us fall apart.
We are paper dolls,
Living in a world of rain.
So ask yourself,
Why are we running?
When there is no where to run.
Loki Memoirs #2Loki Memoirs #2Loki Memoirs #29 months ago in Settings More Like This
I had let my eyes open slowly on this early morning, my body lay gently against my silk coverings. Nuzzling them before I pull them away slightly, I realize the moon of Asgard was still in the sky. Even in the darkness I can see the moonlight still glow off of my skin. Pale and stretched across my form. My eyes are wary, my mind longs for sleep. What is it that keeps waking me at this hour every morning?
My dreams have been far and few between as of late. When I am awake I want to rest and when I am asleep, I can only dr
The HospitalThe hall curved away from me, back towards that room.The Hospital10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I had counted the patients just yesterday.
Now there was nobody, anywhere.
Even my fellow doctors, the nurses, and the families waiting downstairs; everyone was gone.
My feet echoed hollowly on the ground.
I knew what I would find here, just like I had seen in every other room.
I just had to know that they were all gone.
What had happened here?
My fingers trembled as I touched them to the cold steel handle, but I forced myself to push my way through.
I had been right.
They were all dead, every last patient. Several nurses lay on the Earth, eyes staring emptily at the ceiling. N
Finally Safe and SoundThe first thing that I see when I open my eyes is blackness. I let my body get its feeling back before I realize the object covering me is soft. And warm. I'm laying on my bed after a deep sleep. I pull my face out of the covers and flinch at the bright sunlight shining through my window. What time was it? I looked at my clock. 9:30Am. I slept in again. Sighing, I pulled my covers away from me and sat up in bed.Finally Safe and Sound1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
My long, dark brown hair felt soft (thanks to conditioner) and almost knotless. I felt the sand at the corners of my eyes, that I got every morning. It took me a few minutes to change from my pajamas to my spring-summer clothes: My b
Be strong...Do you have any idea how thick a mask has to be to hide?Be strong...1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
How thick a shell must remain to keep the pain away?
You have no fucking idea how it hurts within this cloak!
How much I HIDE! Just to keep myself sane!
You dont understand the pain!
Betrayal, loss, lies, it hurts!
Don't complain about pain unless you ACTUALLY understand!
Dont whine about loss unless you are willing to take it back!
Its a deep, stabbing pain!
Try to ignore it, it dulls. But a single thought can force it deeper!
I miss you! I still care for you!
BUT I HAVE TO BE STRONG!
Because you dont care!
You have cut everything, its all gone!
I have to be strong! I ha
Poem: A Long Way Gone 'A long way gone' PoemPoem: A Long Way Gone2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
One can grow up to be a great person even with a bad childhood.
A child grows
Among a village
Love and cherished by all
Peace rings though the passing summer days
War begins far away.
The village and the child take no notice
They know it shall not touch them
The child with friends leaves the village for Mattru Jong
To hip hop in the talent show
They send the night with his grandparents. The next with a friend
They do not know that tomorrow war shall strike them
Morning follows but no birds sing
Only cries of despair ring though the trees into the ears of the many
People rush ou
Wild Cat: Chapter Eleven: Are you sure?Wild Cat: Chapter Eleven: Are you sure?11 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Are you sure?
At first, it didn't register to me, the cats around me were suddenly speaking a different tongue, and I couldn't understand them, it wasn't until I shook the sleep away, that I learned, they were talking about me. They were saying that I was Lilyspirit's apprentice now? No, that can't be, Waterpaw, he'll get better.
Lilyspirit was before me now, touching my nose, an instinct, called manners, made me speak, "Thank you, Lilyspirit." My voice sounded different, as though it wasn't mine, and I watched everything dissolve.
"Wow, congratulations Luckpaw!" Firepaw mewed, her brothers joined her.
"Though, I woul
Monsters under the bedThought I'd give you guys a taste of my writing style. /slappedMonsters under the bed3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
SO HERE WE GOOO
Crawling into bed, Lauren falls lazily onto her pillow. The warmth of her blanket surrounds her and sweet dreams quietly start to take over her mind. She smiles, just about to slip away into deep sleep, when a creak comes from the floor. Lauren opens one eye, sits up, and looks around. There is nothing to be seen, other than her overcrowded desk and her sleeping cat. Perhaps it was just the wind.
Or perhaps not.
The creaking continues, seeming to come from underneath her bed. Lauren climbs cautiously onto the floor, crouches on the ground and looks arou
Sunrise-Intro to Buck's StorySunrise-Intro to Buck's Story6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Sunrise, it's a beautiful thing. A sunrise; new beginnings, birth, it could mean so many things. To Buck it wasn't such a pleasant thing, it meant another fearsome day that brought such questions such as "I wonder who I'll fight today?", and "will I survive the day?"
Buck was now nineteen and had been on the battlefield for twelve years now. He had grown accustom to the bloodshed in battle over the years as well as the loneliness of being a mercenary, and the insensitive amount of people a mercenary band could go through. Buck never had any family figures for any longer than a month or two other than a handful of people and his father,
For Kaito Lovers * Request*For Kaito Lovers * Request*1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
You have known him for years. This blue haired boy with a strange fetish for ice-cream has been your closest friend since you were little.
You did everything together, your first day of school, meeting new people, even when you both released your first song, it was a duet. Although recently, the feelings you had for him as a best friend have changed to something more. Every time you are around him your face would become hot, even thinking about him caused you to give birth to butterfly's in your stomach. It took you a while, but you finally realized why.
You liked Kaito!
You wanted to tell him, but you saw the way he looked at her. Her and
Man as a HouseWhen finished the letter didn't look like much at all. Stuffed into an envelope it barely made any bulge at all and Elias wished to himself that he had ever been a man of more words, of more elegant speech and gestures so that he might be able to convey such beautiful imagery, the beautiful thoughts so plaguing his mind, to the woman he wrote to. He remembered her always as elegant. She was a woman of grace and he had been touched by that grace for a handful of years; he cherished all of it.Man as a House3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Letter in hand, Elias went to his bed and his wife. Nora slept fitfully, worried about him, he supposed. He hated to be such a taxing burden on her
20 Facts: William Woodrow20 Facts: William Woodrow4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
20 Facts: William Woodrow
1. When he was a baby, his uncle originally kept him as a pet. Liam Woodrow found the small, strange octopus-like creature aboard his ship a month after his brother mysteriously drowned. He kept the odd thing as a pet on his ship until Billy turned two and started to be able to take a more human shape.
2. Billy was home schooled. His lessons generally involved basic reading and math, neither of which he excelled in, and fishing, de-boning, and cooking which he did excel in. He had an insatiable curiosity, and excellent problem solving skills, which generally lead to mischief of varying sorts.
3. He became involved
Desire: After They LeftIt was the smell of vinegar that woke him, vinegar and earth and rain deep in the woods. Alan groaned and his joints twisted like screws. He groaned again okay, heres my counter offer and his eye blinked open once, twice, out of focus and out of practice, and saw in the distance a great mountain range bleeding.Desire: After They Left4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Alan glared at it for a second. The mist burned away. Now he could see a root behind it that had forced itself out of the tile, creeping along the plaster wall. Somewhere above him, a cricket was playing. He rolled over. Some bottles clanked along the stone. The roof was cheese above him, holes and trees p
Passive AggressiveThe room was brightly lit, not very large, and devoid of any homely touches such as carpet, paint, furniture, or a ceiling that was in one piece.Passive Aggressive4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ace sat cross-legged on the concrete, leaning against a wall with his eyes closed. He turned something over in his hands, his nail scratching over the surface. He flicked his thumb over the lighter, igniting the gas. He extinguished the flame again. Ignite, extinguish, ignite, extinguish. Every few seconds, turning it over in his hands. Click. Click. Clickclick. Click. Click.
Hector, standing a few feet away, was doing his best to ignore the sound. Click. Click. Click. Click. Clickclick. For a mo
Carry onHe was angry.Carry on4 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
His breath pounded into the air, left little clouds of vapour against the cold. He hadn't felt like this in a while. The hatred was balled behind his eyes, heat that rimmed his eyes red.
His nose was beginning to run.
His fingertips were almost numb with the cold, the cold that wasn't enough to dull his hot anger or the sharp pain down his side. He shivered.
He was slumped against the metal wall of the half-empty industrial freezer, knees drawn nearly to his chest, arms hanging lifelessly at his sides. A few hunks of meat and some crates of medicine were all that remained in the room, on a few metal shelves. A handgun, his
Time I shut us down.I think its time I shut us down. Give me the switch, let me do the talking, take a nice cosy seat, baby, and shut the fuck up.Time I shut us down.5 years ago in Horror More Like This
Weve got a 404 between us, you and me. You can refresh, give me that present, re-type the address, take me out to dinner, but what youre reaching for cannot be found. Shut it down, pack your things, restart and move back in.
Take a look at your blue screen, honey, you cant fucking fix it. It should be red because its broken, a fractured source like your skin, and theres no re-boot option between you and I. We go out with the grotty waste, like the other melting machines.