Song: Infinity MoreInfinity MoreSong: Infinity More3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I love you infinity more,
I love you, It's you I adore,
Your beautiful eyes
Make me realize,
There's nothing better in my life,
I couldn't ask for more,
That laugh that puts a smile on my face,
Most beautiful girl in the whole human race,
My, My Adelle
I never felt so well
My, My Adelle
"Go down the slide, one more time",
"Swing me higher" is a favorite of mine,
And "Mama I can do this by myself",
You're growing up so darn fast,
I wish these days would last and last,
My New AwakeningMy New Awakening3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In hell I've seen blindness,
now in purgatory I await,
my new awakening,
the new light that will,
open the door of new beginnings,
of adventures of the unknown,
that I will greet with a smile,
upon my new awakening,
so new yet so familiar,
how I was in darkness,
now in light I see with,
vivid colors that shine,
through my eyes,
a gentle breeze touches,
my face with a calming,
yet so subtle,
with a new life to journey,
closing the door of my blindness,
only to see the light that,
I never seen before,
the streets are clear and full of life,
where should I go,
in my new awakening,
should I venture off on my own,
or should I venture with guidance,
in this new awakening,
that is waiting to be discovered.
PrussiaXReader Colds Travel but Doctors CurePrussiaXReader Colds Travel but Doctors Cure3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You look up from your book when a pounding could be heard at your door. With a frown you marked your place in the book and stood from the couch, stretching your arms as you did so. Sadly you had just gotten comfortable with some tea and a nice book and you weren't expecting anyone to be coming over. 'Who could it be?' you thought with flinched when the pounding at your door became more erratic and louder. "I'm coming, I'm coming! Calm down!" you shouted and walked over to the door, you yanked the door open and the person knocking on your door nearly hit you right in the face with a hand. The man outside your door currently had a bright red nose and looked almost miserable. "What are you doing here? I thought you were sick and staying home with Germany," you said slowly, taking in his appearance. He man laughed, 'kesesesesese' and muttered something about being 'awesome'. "I am sick, so let the awesome me in," he replied and his sorrowful eyes flashed misch
:Forbidden- Ch 9::Forbidden- Ch 9:3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"What's going on?" AJ asked, an eyebrow rising in confusion. "Why are we going to Cain's? I thought you and Talen"
"I want to get him back," I interrupted, putting my hands to my temples and rubbing slowly. "I realized how much he meant to me when I left him."
"What were you doing for the past two weeks that kept you from calling or texting me? You could have at least told me you were okay!"
"Nothing," I laughed dryly and stared at my hands. "Literally."
"You don't know how worried I was. I'm serious."
I glanced over at AJ, his blue hair was disheveled and dark bags were under his eyes, making him look older than he really was by a few years. He looked like he hadn't slept in days.
"Why would you worry?"
"Because you're my best friend. I care about you, man."
I turned my head away, my eyes lowering and my cheeks turning a light shade of pink.
"W- Well," I stuttered. "You shouldn't."
"Yes. I definitely should," He laughed a bit, raising a
On my way homeBy Romy LaraOn my way home3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I exit the studio, sighing at the sight of the sun quietly hiding behind the trees and buildings. Turn to the right and keep walking. Cars are passing by, people in black suits get out from the nearest buildings; none of them care about their surroundings. I lift up my head and notice in big steel-letters the name of the company that owns that peculiar orange building in the corner of the street. It's the first time I see it. The sky is painted blue with some dabs of gray, just as if somehow the color of the concrete street had been absorbed by the clouds.
Behind me there's a couple discussing something about a house. She doesn't sound happy. And he's just getting mad. She shouts and speeds up, him trying to catch up with her, but it's futile. She is a very good runner despite her heels. The man glances at me. I toy with the white cable of my earphones and pretend I didn't hear anything. I pass him. He just stands there. I wonder what would he do now. But I have no time to
will.i.will.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i will not grant you pretty words
though they burn in my veins
and force me to breathe,
as if my fey-child scripture
ever could withstand you
and the scars you carved in my DNA.
they breed in my throat,
a transcendental code sacrosanct
as the prayers you whisper,
and the vows you took in obligation
only to hide your transgression
(twenty-six years, three months, twenty days)
and write in me the fear
of being erased.
so maybe you can't understand
how i made myself not hate you
when i thought you would die
just in case
i want to throw my fury
at your feeble body and
like zeus to your cronus
though i've always been cast
as hermes instead
for every second i've stared myself down
just to prove the balance of genetics
lies not in your favour
teaching myself to drive stick
so i could run farther
from who you wanted me to be
the six year old boy
with a near-perfect sketch
(but it wasn't
OCDI count the cracks in between the blocks of cement beneath me as I walk. Two. Two. Four. Four. Always four sets of that. Always two, two, four, four. Four times each. Look up. Blink 8 times. Two sets of four. Then back down. Two, two, four, four.OCD3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Safe. Those numbers are safe. Even, not odd. Odd is bad. 'Odd' is what people call you when you're different. Bad. Wrong.
Two, two, four, four. I try to focus on something else, not on how many steps I'm taking, because there are people behind me. Person. One set of footsteps. Bad. Half of two. I think of it as two feet, and that's better. I feel better.
I round a corner, looking for my goal. Always a goal; always a pull. It's getting stronger, so I'm getting close. I have to hurry, I have to lose the person behind me. They kept walking straight. Good.
It's raining again. It's been raining every three days for the past week. Three and Seven. Not good, but not the worst numbers. They add up to ten. Even. Safe. I duck into an alley, and stop sho
The IdolI once saw a man on the television who was so afraid of fruits that when presented with a bowl of them, he fled the stage, knocking over the host and several other guests. Though I openly pitied the man for his obvious malady of the mind, inside, the small bit of sadism buried within all humans laughed at his bizarre affliction. How can one not find cruel amusement in the cowering of a grown man who has been confronted by nothing more than a bowl of peaches? But now I understand fear like no other. I now no longer find amusement in the terror of others, no matter how illogical.The Idol3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Now, let me tell you the story of why the sound of wind whistling through the trees in Autumn strikes me with a fear so immense that I can do little more than shake uncontrollably.
A good friend of mine, a young and upcoming anthropologist by the name of Henry Byrne, contacted me eight weeks ago. Though he refused to go into details, he excitedly explained t
The Slender Man, ch 8Chapter EightThe Slender Man, ch 84 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The house was dilapidated.
Everything was turned over, everything was broken. The bookcase had been knocked down and broken in half. The dining table had collapsed. The wallpaper had been ripped and was hanging loose in several spots. The rug in front of the fireplace had been sliced and hacked to shreds. All the light bulbs in the house had exploded, scattered shattered glass over the floor.
All the curtains had disappeared.
I screamed and whimpered, holding the wall for support. I made my way through the house. Everything in the kitchen drawers had been taken out and thrown onto the floor. Pots, pans, knives, forks and broken plates carpeted the tiles. All the empty drawers had been left open. All the paintings upstairs had been ripped and the splintered frames had carelessly been discarded on the floor. I stepped into my bedroom, feeling faint and terrified. The bed sheets had been torn and spread around the room. I retreated back into the hall and clo
The Slender Man, ch 7Chapter SevenThe Slender Man, ch 74 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Man on the Road
For two days, I stayed alone in the house. I barely left. For some reason, I felt uncomfortable outside my house. I feared the unknown. However, I began to tire of the same rooms, and the same household chores. I needed a change. I decided to force myself out of the house and visit a friend for an hour or two. We spent a long time catching up and I lost track of time. By the time I left, it had grown dark, and the temperature had dropped. I got inside the car and drove home. Willow Road was very long, and flanked the woods beside my house. As I drove along the empty road, I noticed something strange in the trees. With a double take, I was horrified by what I saw.
A suited man.
He was tall. Very tall. His face was hidden in shadow, amongst the branches. I braked so hard that the car skidded and left marks upon the road. In my hurry to get out of the car and pursue the man that kidnapped my daughter, I stumbled and fell to the ground, grazing my p
The Slender Man, ch 6Chapter Six.The Slender Man, ch 64 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was laying in bed, wide awake. Richard was fast asleep, breathing deeply. The curtains were closed, an old tradition we had kept since Anne's disappearance. The rain had stopped around an hour ago, though the wind had picked up. The woods swayed and creaked through the night air. I could not sleep. My unpleasant visit into the woods lurked in my mind, and it made me uneasy. I constantly glanced at the window, though I could see nothing through it. Knowing I would not sleep, I headed downstairs into the kitchen for a cup of tea. I sat alone in my dressing down, reading Richard's newspaper with little interest. When I returned upstairs, I was shocked to see the curtains wide open. My heart beat quickly in my chest. I stood frozen in the doorway for a moment, looking from Richard, to the window, to Richard again. He was as deep in sleep as ever, and seemed to have not moved since I left.
"Richard?" I whispered. He did not stir.
I hurriedly crossed to the
The Siren - 12"Good morning, San Antonio."The Siren - 123 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was like no voice Sandie had ever heard before, bizarrely tonal, as though the speaker could not decide whether he was talking or singing. The sounds came slowly, laboriously, elongated by effort and intense concentration.
She rolled over to find the creature standing in the doorway. The voices of morning newscasters drifted up the stairs and down the hall, but those voices were generic and familiar, drained of dialect and character, just like the voice of every other newscaster in America. The one that had woken her was different.
"Lane closures down San Pedro between the Anderson Loop and Sandau Road will continue today. Commuters can expect delays of up to half an hour, so leave early."
"Holy shit!" Sandie sat bolt-upright in bed, tugging absently at her oversized nightshirt. "John, you're doing it!"
The black eyes closed in a slow blink. The bald head canted to one side.
"You have no idea what you're saying, though, do you?"
"Two children went missin
The Slender Man, ch9The Wooden BoxThe Slender Man, ch94 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My breath came short. I gasped for it desperately. My heart thudded louder than the thunder outside. Slowly, I tread through my broken home down in despair. I found myself back at my bedroom. I collapsed onto my knees before my bed and reached underneath. For a split second I was frightened that a skeletal hand would enclose around my wrist and drag me under. Fortunately, I safely pulled out the wooden box. Though how safe I actually was, I was doubtful. I opened the lid of the box and touched the contents with trembling fingers. This was my box of special memories. It could also be seen as a box devoted to Anne. Stacks of photographs, a necklace, drawings and other memories were delicately crammed into the box. I fingered them quickly with trembling fingers, for reassurance. I snapped the lid shut and jumped at the noise.
Though I soon realised that there was another sound. Faint, and close.
It was soft and harsh. My heart beat so quickly that it began
The Slender Man ch1 Chapter One.The Slender Man ch15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My daughter was born on April 9th, 1981. She disappeared three days after her sixth birthday. Nobody knows how, nobody knows why. The police assumed she was kidnapped, but could find no evidence to support this theory. They found no evidence to suggest any other theories, either. They found nothing. It was as if she had simply vanished. After a long time of searching and no leads, she was presumed dead. I do not believe she is dead.
Anne is alive.
I spent hours searching through the house after the police left. I was determined to find something they had missed. I did not sleep, I did not eat. I searched, and found nothing. I cried myself to sleep. I spent hours walking through the woods, hoping to find Anne, lost and alone. I wanted her back so badly. Words cannot explain how much I missed her. I still do.
We lived in a small town, in the bush. I will not say where. Our closest neighbours were half a mile away. My husband
LingerieEvery woman owns one garmentLingerie2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that remains tucked away,
saved for special occasions
when it will be seen.
It is almost always midnight
black, or blood red, and
covered in lace, or made
of mesh, soft and delicate
as the skin it covers.
Such things should be hidden,
lest the owner be labeled
as something other than "lady."
It has a power we can't
control, one that transforms
denim and cotton clad
ragdolls into Barbies,
perfectly proportioned plastic,
smooth and flawless hourglasses
that turn on command.
We groan and flinch
as satin strings pull us
apart and together,
and heartstrings are plucked
as we scrutinize our reflection;
we are not diamonds
with perfect exteriors--
we are fractured, as we
realize hourglasses can be exchanged
for quartz watches that are
faster, more convenient,
incapable of failure
made by the obsolete.
The Siren - 11Connie gnawed pieces out of the end of a ballpoint pen while Sandie tried to explain the situation.The Siren - 113 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I mean, I just don't know what to do with him. He seems to have a thing for music, so I figure if he can figure out that guitar, I could maybe set him up with playing it somewhere, but I just can't afford to support a... someone else..."
"So it's a him, now?" Connie interjected, spitting a bit of plastic delicately into her hand. She shoved lavender fingernails through her mohawk and flipped the mass of blue-black hair to the other side of her head, making her earrings jingle.
Sandie made a face. "Well, once I tagged him with 'John Doe,' he sort of had to be a he. I never really realized how much people hang up on gender. So I guess it's just as well, because he couldn't have just stayed an it."
"Okay, so it hasn't actually sprouted dangly bits."
"Just checking. Seriously, not a whole lot would surprise me at this point."
Across the room, John was fingering the
The Siren - 16The smile had surprised him, but Mike got over it. He was starting to get an inkling of something, something that would explain a lot. He hesitated to think too hard on it, though; it is a capital mistake to theorize without data.The Siren - 163 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He looked around. Connie had found herself a drink somewhere and was chatting up the nongendered beatnik, who had ditched the fake glasses and picked up a small fedora. Sandie and the Nacho person had moved off to talk business with a woman whose shirt urged readers to “Eat At Mag’s.” A low murmur had sprung up in the Zone, but still, everyone remained mostly seated. It looked as though no one could work out an appropriate reaction to what they had just heard.
John, meanwhile, had been forgotten. He stood still on the dais, bathed in a halo of dull, yellow light, the microphone still dangling from his fingers. No one had told him to move.
This time, Mike could see the confusion on the creature’s face, even though it was little more
The Siren - 15Connie hooked one arm around Mike’s shoulders. If it had been anyone else, he would have had to object, but Connie was the sort to brook no objection. Her mohawk was gelled upright for the occasion, stained red and saturated with glitter to complement her sparkling nose ring, brow rings, and two dozen earrings. Her blue leather jacket creaked and crackled against the black leather sofa. Her fingernails were the same red as her hair, and they tapped out a pattern on Mike’s shoulder.The Siren - 153 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Mike put up with it. He had ironed his pants and his shirt and polished his shoes, but that was about it. His pasty face and blonde hair showed up in the low, yellow light, but the rest of him vanished into the couch. He edged an inch or two away from Connie, partly because San Antonio was not big enough to ensure that he would not run into a parishioner and partly because the spikes on her belt were digging into his hip.
“Ow,” he said.
“Oh, man up,” Connie returned.
resipiscenthe was one of those dick-faced kids in shades of bright polyester salmon who seemed to always be laughing or looking at me. an ambiguous-named, feminine-famed all-school american douchebag in those quality leather sandals in the wintertime and golf-green shorts.resipiscent3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
ta give you some background i'm about as far away on the social scale from him as one can get. you know how all the little groups overlap and flap together, pushed around in the wet sand like wave-rivulets blending little facets of stones together until it makes a dune? well our groups---they didn't even touch. i mean you could go from pop-jock to lacrosse to dipper to weed-dealer to hipster to artsy kid to photographer to theatre kid and MAYBE just MAYBE make a weak little chain like one o em shitty-ass jump rings that connect dollar-store lockets. but anyway the point i'm trying to make is we sit on opposite sides of the room and let sociology take its toll.
of course murphy's law works in that i never know anyone. is it that
The Library and the StarsIt was the oldest building in town. The amount of people usually would contradict the lack of noise. It was silent as a mausoleum, yet not as morbid. There were novels, comics and dictionaries filling rows of elderly wooden shelves. Today seemed to be especially marked by a dreaded presence, however. The townspeople would rarely leave their homes. Not because of the uncommon rain of summer on that day. But because there had always been a feeling of unmoved tension that lurked in the North.The Library and the Stars3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The boy was able to calm down by running through the collected pools of water residing in the dirt. He was running away. Going towards nowhere. He had entered, soaking, inside the pale and aged building, through the only door it had. All the way to the farthest corner, nobody was disturbed there. The boy thought as he finally slowed, satisfied amidst it all, for he at least found a good hideout.
The boy's deep panting scribbled on the blank sheet of silence. Outside the window was the painted portrai
TohruI keep having these...Tohru5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thoughts about her
And when I do,
I start to worry.
I'm in my cage and she's out there,
when I was with her,
I always doubted the fact that I loved her.
But now that I've been put in my cage I realize,
I realize how much I love her.
I love her.
The thought of such a thing is stupid,
But to me, it seems so right.
I keep remembering everything she showed me,
I even began to trust people more.
Her voice still echoes in my head,
Her last words to me .
"I love you Kyo-Kun ."
I wish I could take it all back,
go back to that day and tell her how I really feel.
Because all these pent up emotions are painful for me to keep inside my head.