Ce que veulent les femmesCe que veulent les femmes4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ce que veulent les femmes.
Varlam sortit rapidement de la pièce en claquant si violemment la porte qu'elle manqua de s'extraire de ses gongs. Non celle-là, vraiment, on ne lui avait jamais faite ! Qu'est-ce qui clochait chez les femmes ? Elles vous tournaient autour, vous séduisaient, vous consommaient et ensuite ? Et ensuite, deux options : ou bien elles vous parlaient serments d'amour et promesses de fidélité éternelle, ou bien elles vous claquaient subitement la porte au nez. N'y avait-il pas créatures plus instables et plus incompréhensibles que les femmes ? Une homme était bien plus simple à comprendre, bien plus cohérent. Quand il couchait avec une femme, rencontrée la veille ou le jour même, il ne fallait pas lui demander d'être amoureux. D'abord, un homme avait besoin d'au moins une à deux semaines pour se rappeler le prénom de la belle alanguie dans s
Echo of the past 01 [ENG]Echo of the past 01 [ENG]3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
All chapters are under correction
Chapter with better formatting, in PDF file: http://xkyoux.wordpress.com/2012/05/09/story-about-boys-love/
A few words from the author:
The chapter below has come into being spontaneously, for fun, without the bigger concept of writing any more chapters. It wasn’t supposed to have any form of continuity, and the thread of Marcin & Nivan - the two heroes in this story - was meant as a note of spice in their created lives. Both characters were created for the purpose of a role playing game, both of them had partners in their lives as well as separate histories. And so it was meant to stay... in the beginning that is. But "Karma" wanted it different
After the unexpected warm reception of the first chapter the author decided to continue the story. She wrote the second and the third chapter intertwining the boys paths, added a few others and so the story took shape.
The author intertwines the lives of two men, best friends in the pas
:EnGarde- Ch 2::EnGarde- Ch 2:3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Wait! So that means Caleb is going to be at the club when I'm there?!" Danni giggled as she slammed the car door, making Alec gasp in alarm.
"Hey! Easy on the car," He hissed, putting his hand on the hood and rubbing it tenderly, sticking out his bottom lip. "It's okay, baby. I won't let her hurt you anymore."
"You're so lame," Danni murmured, grabbing her fencing bag.
They walked up the steps and pulled on the insanely heavy door. As it opened, air rushed into Danni's face, making her braids flutter backwards. Alec noticed her eyes widen as she saw Caleb walking out of the locker room, his mask tucked under his arm and his sabre in hand. He seemed to be in a deep conversation with the Asian man that was yelling at him at the tournament. He glanced up from their discussion and waved at Alec and his sister. The hazel-eyed boy smiled warmly and waved back, Danni in too much of a daze to respond. Her brother smirked and grabbed Danni by the arm
Connections Ch 5 AlexDesmondAbout two days had passed since Desmond last saw Alex, not that he really cared. He was mostly left to his own devices except for around meal time. A woman named Dana would come in and leave some sort of meal for Desmond. Sometimes, she would even stick around and carry out a conversation with him. Desmond noticed after the first few visits that she looked an awful lot like Alex and figured they must be related. How else could they the same frost-bitten blue eyes?Connections Ch 5 AlexDesmond5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"So, this whole infection is thanks to GENTEK?" Dana nodded at Desmond's question.
"At least that's what Alex thinks. Who really knows what's going on in the fucked up complex." She shook her head and shrugged. She had brought in a glass of what appeared to be water in with her. After a little bit of mindless chattering, Desmond decided to try to get some answers.
"Who is Alex, exactly? What's his relationship with you?"
"Alex is my older brother. He was pretty distant for 5 years until he showed up at my door aski
Homestuck Land TestSo, it's finally arrived!Homestuck Land Test3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
First off, this is COMPLETELY DIFFERENT than the title test in the way this will work. In fact, this really isn't much of a test. It's more of a guide to creating a land based on your/your fan character's personality.
As such, this is not going to give you a straight answer! You will have to use your imagination to create the actual land.
The test instead tells you the "feel" of your land and the quest of your land!
So, enough rambling, lets get started!
First off is the "Feel" of your world!
This is based on the FIRST word of your personalDNA result!
personalDNA test here: http://www.personaldna.com/
Once you have your result, go here to see the feel of your world: http://tinyurl.com/FeelofLand
Now, for your land's quest, you'll need to take the MBTI, or the Myers Briggs test.
Found here: http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes1.htm
Don't worry, there aren't 16 different quest types. There are only 4!
If you are a Guardian (You have both S a
OBSCUREOBSCURE:OBSCURE3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The flower of midnight blooms
As the wind will sway the trees.
But my corpse will dangle helpless
As it is blown by the breeze.
Feel the prick of final judgement
As I am cast into the flame.
Born again into this world;
Where my life is just a game.
I think and try to remember
But the night is simply cold
I return to the ancient tree
where once my soul was sold.
I gather the rope and ladder
while the moon is shining bright.
I kill myself again;
In the quiet of the night...
A lonely obscure defiance;
Where my silent tears will fall.
For none will ever remember
A quiet broken doll...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 14th May 2012
Scarificationblood oranges areScarification2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
slice them open
without a moment’s
their crimson juices
licked from our lips
& that is what
i want to be. -
i sucked from
your mouth -
along my spine.
- i was cut open
A Promise Chapter 6 - Dangerous GameA Promise Chapter 6 - Dangerous Game3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The laughter, excitement, selfishness, amusement, dancing, and simple-mindedness of those royals could be heard from the main corridor where another could smell the bitter cigars, sweet alcohols, and disgusting stench of humans and their sweat. The night's cold air was cool against Ramona's pale skin and made her sigh in relief. All the chaos that was going on at the party was stressful but nonetheless, Ramona knew even if she didn't want to admit it that the contemptible demon would keep a good eye on master Ciel. The fresh air filling her lungs up was so clear and tasted minty. Now standing in the middle of the garden, surrounded by a flowers that represented purity and innocence; a white rose.
Smelling the flowers, Ramona hears a twig snap behind her. Turning around she sees the last person she wants to talk to Sebastian. After her mix up of words she felt humiliated and a li
Rest My Sweetest DarlingSweetest little dragon child, with a tiny broken wingRest My Sweetest Darling3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For you it is a solemn song that we are made to sing.
Your parents fought to save you, but here it is you lie
My sweetest little dragon child, why did you have to die?
There are no words to capture grief, nor the mourning in our hearts
I never thought that we were meant to be easily torn apart...
No pain in life could have ever prepared us, for the pain we faced today
My child I wish you could hear the words that we truly long to say
We wish we could have taught you, about the flowers in the spring
We wish we could have showed you, the homes of our kin...
We wish we could have loved you, and watched you fly away
But in this cold and clammy cave is where you have to stay
We'll lay you down to rest for now, so just dream of better times
Your mother and I will be the ones to atone for our crimes
Sleep for now and rest yourself for you needn't ever rise
We will stay and watch you drift away, before our very eyes...
"My dearest Mideen
DisillusionmentI'm through and done,Disillusionment3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
more so than past times when I've uttered the same.
I convinced myself to trust myself,
and my diffident heart betrayed me
by believing in something unstableerratic,
like wildfire in cluttered lumber yards.
There are no second chances,
allowing repeat-offenders or further blunders;
One mistake's sufficient and I learn swiftly.
Because of this I'm done and through,
Unwilling to sacrifice to feel,
Firm in my stance against excessive destruction.
(I revel at the extremity of this bitter irony,
scars testifying in a bitter delight.)
You can have everything I am;
I'm of no further use to me.
If you, too, discover futility,
perhaps death will make of me better company.
The Slowly Wilting Rose -The Slowly Wilting Rose-The Slowly Wilting Rose3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The girl sits in torment
Yet no bottle will ease her pain
As she turns, watching the world burn
Eyes blurred by the tears of overwhelming dismay
Lovers turn to glass in her arms
Shattered to dust and blown away
So she tries to sell her soul
To any man willing to pay
Pain torture ecstasy
Is only what she knows
Yet by the love of another
Is the only way
A flower will truly grow
So take solace in my lamination
My slowly wilting rose
Fade by the darkness
Or find the light...
You have never truly known
~For the wayward Juliet
SecretWould you like to hear a secretSecret3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know you do
The secret is
That i love you
Astrologically Challenged“We need to ta- what are you looking at?”Astrologically Challenged2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Oh...but I thought you didn't like them."
“Actually, I hate horoscopes. They lie every single damned time.”
“Not to me they don’t.”
“Sure. You were saying something.”
“We need to break up.”
“I fell in love with you before you were the boy who sang about my problems in your songs, and before you tried to evolve me into your version of a better me and before I saw how you treated your neighbour’s dog and before I knew how much you believed in horoscopes.”
“What’s wrong with horoscopes?”
“Nothing, except for the fact that you never really thought of it as a novel idea that you share the same day as one twelfth of the world.”
“Well you aren’t-”
“I’m not so perfect myself, I know. You loved me better before you read my poetry and understood how damage
The Illusion of YouUnsteadily I walkThe Illusion of You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Upon a delicate sheet of ice that could cave
At any given moment
The moonlight kisses my face
And implores the stars to guide my way home
Frosty winds hum the illusion of your voice
That ignites a fire deep within my soul
Darkness stretches on for eternity
Deafening silence shatters the night
As soft, white flakes fall from the sky
Painting an Arctic masterpiece
Vivid images of you drive me onward
Will I make it to the other side?
Will you be there waiting for me?
The crisp crunch of snow 'neath my boots
Makes my heart pound with every step
I catch a glimpse of you across the way
Are you real?
Is this real?
My feet in time with my heartbeat, I race toward you
Calling out your name
Arms outstretched wearing a wicked smile
You welcome me
Suspended in time as the ice splits
One last glimpse of that twisted smile
And in that single moment
Everything was perfect
Make me a manEvery night when I go to bed,Make me a man2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
with the same painful thought inside my head.
I wish and wish it over again,
Please make me like those normal men.
Why do I have this birth defect?
I ask a god that isn't here,
Because I can't ask anyone else,
There is too much that I fear.
I stare down at mounds upon my chest,
And feel the empty space,
I never was not once a girl,
It's boyhood that I chase.
But when I'm brave and tell someone,
Of my future plan,
I won't be a girl, or even a boy,
I will be a man.
Living a LieLiving a Lie:Living a Lie3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I feel like I've awakened from a comatose state
And the world has gone on without me.
I stretch my legs and take a walk outside
And for the very first time I see:
A strange kind of beauty, that is utterly alluring
It calls out to my spirit with the gentlest of cries.
I'm afraid to admit, for it was rather unmanly,
That I left with tears in my eyes...
I can't imagine how I could have forgotten
The very way that I used to walk...
I remember now my habitual actions
And I've even learned to talk!
"Arrr me hearties, good day to ya all
It be a fine day ta sail on tha sea
And if we find a plethora o' treasure;
Then yer drinks are all on me!"
I must admit it that brought me a smile
To be speaking my native brogue.
It reminded me that a dashing man
Should always be a playful rouge.
But that aside I'm feeling better
For now my mind has found its peace.
A comforting sense of order and structure
It's almost as rare as the golden fleece.
Within this sphere
it is hard to forgetsomehow i have just now rememberedit is hard to forget3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that i have forgotten how to sing.
i hear distant whale song sometimes,
in my dreams, and wake with peripheral
melodies, soon to be fading memories.
i want to tell the tune that taunts
me like a horror movie ten o clock
every night: i don't need notes
to write a song.
my song is not born from flute fingers,
or guitar mouths, piano teeth
or belly drums, trombone limbs or
triangle eyes. no.
my song is the crater dimpled
meteor smile, the hot spot
sun blush. my song is the simple
silence of sitting on crescent moons
fishing for wishing stars because
i know birthday candles won't fix
my hemorrhaged throat.
the truth is my song is patched
and some pieces are gone.
my meter has forgotten its numbers
and my sharps have flattened points.
the truth is there are parts of
me that are falling off the scale.
i want to implore the moon, help me,
help me become full once again
because i've been blue
but never whole, never
since the aura
Five ShadowsIt escapes our grip.Five Shadows3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The things we crave, and want, and need.
Love, Time, Satisfaction, Success, and Greed.
All five motives to fuel our life.
Their hidden agendas give us strife.
Love, the bitch, that makes you care.
Blinds you, consumes you, and leads nowhere.
Time, the old fool, that is always sober.
Passes by unseen, fucking us over.
Satisfaction, the rich bastard, looking down on us.
Throws us his leftovers, it's never enough.
Success, our friend, lying to our face.
Stabs us in the back and puts us in our place.
Greed the voice in the back of your head.
Plays you like a master, making you wish you were dead.
Under the Bleachers ch4The streetlamp light carved a shadow out of Castiel's form. He gazed down at it at length knowing somewhere Jimmy's mother was worrying about her son. He should have come home from practise an hour ago. His shadow should not have to bear the weight of wings. He could see the faintest outline of those hidden feathered appendages. Slowly his vision travelled skyward, ears listening for the voices he missed hearing. He could sense that all the humans in range where not wary of his presence and where not likely to be any time soon. He licked his lips nervously.Under the Bleachers ch44 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I need help" he spoke, the sound of his voice dying on the empty road. He waited for revelation. It was not long before his reply came. His vessels ears pricked up hearing only soft angelic whispers where others would hear a high-pitched shriek.
What help do you seek?
It was comforting to hear those silver tones.
"I am confused. I have healed a boy without meaning to" Castiel replied voice trembling slightly.
APH Snapped!Germany- Why did I hurt you...?READ THE DESCRIPTION BEFORE READING!!!APH Snapped!Germany- Why did I hurt you...?3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Germany stared at the ceiling, his cerulean blue eyes glaring at the textured pale white. His head was nestled carefully on his pillow, blond hair a complete, disheveled mess; a few strands were in his eyes, one stubborn one tickled his nose lighty. Ludwig didn't bother to push his hair out of his face, he didn't bother to get up from his bed. He didn't want to do anything. The concept of moving right now was enough to give the German an extensive headache which would lead to a migraine. His eyes flicked over to the maroon curtains which were pulled closed over his window. In the small gap in between the two pieces of fabric he could see a thin sliver of sunlight trying to force its way into his bedroom. He could see it creeping under the curtains and onto the floor, desperate to bathe his cold skin in golden light. Germany forced himself to move and rolled over, facing away from the slight intrusion of that disgusting thoug
My FearsAgateophobia- Fear of insanity.My Fears3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Amathophobia- Fear of dust.
Arachibutyrophobia- Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth.
Cancerophobia or Carcinophobia- Fear of cancer.
Chaetophobia- Fear of hair.
Didaskaleinophobia- Fear of going to school
Equinophobia- Fear of horses
Gamophobia- Fear of marriage
Gerascophobia- Fear of growing old
Isolophobia- Fear of solitude, being alone.
Katagelophobia- Fear of ridicule.
Maieusiophobia- Fear of childbirth.
Misophobia or Mysophobia- Fear of being contaminated with dirt or germs.
Odontophobia- Fear of teeth or dental surgery.
Pediculophobia- Fear of lice
Peniaphobia- Fear of poverty.
Philophobia- Fear of falling in love or being in love.
Soteriophobia - Fear of dependence on others.
Uranophobia or Ouranophobia- Fear of heaven.
Verminophobia- Fear of germs.
Broken PiecesIn an instantBroken Pieces3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pick up the pieces
Bond them with the glue of mistrust
Re-frame that perfect picture
That you hold so dear
you exude suicideyou exude suicide--you exude suicide3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
even the rain hurls itself at you
on the corner of slice and open
and I'd hold you with the rest of the droplets
pooling in the folds of my hands
and I'd bite my tongue to mix our waters together
but you begged to be wrung out
in july of the last summer I saw you
and the stars scraped your shoulders that night
like the sky was a birth defect
and I watched as the moon in a half-empty halo
fell to the side of your body in the morning