Under The Bleachers ch6He shovelled armfuls of dirt from his way as he swam blindly through the earth. He hoped he was moving up and his lungs began to ache from lack of air. Just as he was forced to empty them for the last time one hand ploughed up and instead of griping soil he felt the cool caress of air. With a desperate scramble he breached taking a massive breath before falling forward against broken grass leaves. All his muscles throbbed from the effort. For a few moments he lay still catching his breath disoriented and, he soon discovered, completely alone. He spat and rubbed his eyes trying to clear the blur from his vision and noticed something very strange.Under The Bleachers ch64 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was rare Dean Winchester came across anything bizarre enough as to gain his entire keen attention. Though it had only been about half an hour into his day the hunter expected that this was already the strangest of his life. Gradually Dean lifted himself on quaking legs to stand and gaze agape at his surroundings. He stood next to the unmarke
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
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
Reaching For A MirrorReaching For A Mirror3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Reaching For A Mirror
Listen, sooner or later you're going to have to look me in the eyes, it's unavoidable
It's going to be that time when you let your guard down, your reaction will be recognizable
I don't know if you're able to face me yet, but you need an intervention, because this is personal
You're not going to like what I have to say to you, I know you're going to resist, you're so predictable
What exactly do you know? You know NOTHING! Because left you a long time ago
We don't need to talk, you don't even really exist to me, you don't have power anymore
There's nothing you can say to me that might help, not even by a little, so just leave me alone
Don't even speak to me, don't try and "get through" to me, it's useless now, so please, just go
I don't know where I went wrong, I've already told you that I've only ever tried my very best
You need to quit being stubborn, stop this foolishness, remember who you are, and never forget
Before you took
Our Meaning and PurposeIOur Meaning and Purpose4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All of death is death. Life,
too, is like death.
The way it erupts over you
laughing and spinning.
I was confused
so I asked God: What should I do?
Move your body and have emotions. The birds were dancing.
Could you be more specific?
But now God was busy arguing with Moses.
All of life is life. Death,
too, is like life.
The way it erupts over you
laughing and spinning.
Tomorrow is the sound
of a question falling
on a bed of questions.
Today I hold out
your name, God,
in the public square.
Yesterday reason, the slayer
of song, wended its way
into our will.
All of light is linking. Dreams,
too, would see us separated.
The way it erupts over you
laughing and spinning.
All of God is God. Dark,
too, is like God.
The way we usurp it
laughing and spinning.
Counting To TenPlease, take a seat and play with me,Counting To Ten3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Until I count to ten you need to wait for the final decree,
Will this be the so waited sick revenge?
Yes, I say, your dripping, tacky blood my heart will assuage,
Will this be the time to extirpate the vermin?
Yes, I say, I will rip off your viscous skin,
When your heart still beats I will eviscerate your body,
if you know what I mean,
This scenery, just imagine, so bloody,
And there will be me holding your beating heart in the middle of this scene,
if you know what I mean,
After the life had been shed,
There is a corpse lost in a sea of red,
yes, my dear, you are dead.
Look how it glistens under the touch of your warm blood,
Look how it reveals the underneath, the ruby flood,
Perfect sharpen blade, like a smile under the light,
The fear in your eyes such a delight,
Yes, you should scream your lungs out because this will be your last sound,
sure, except the spatter of the blood,
Yes, I'm caught in this sweet ma
The Mildly SuicidalSilence fallsThe Mildly Suicidal3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And it's you and me once again
It's my tactic-
To turn my back
I'm disgusted by your possession over me
What if I want out?
I don't argue
You'll win anyway
So material rules again
Reality, claim my bones!
I am the mildly suicidal-
Too attached to my hatred to die
They say it doesn't matter
That it's all in my heart
Perhaps that's their survival technique
Yet, am I alone in this struggle?
I wish I was only gay
That would solve my case
I don't know myself well enough to say
That perhaps it's something deeper
Today, I woke up in the wrong body
I don't know what else to say
This is my technique
I am the mildly suicidal
AmericaxReader-From The Moment We Met 3AmericaxReader-From The Moment We Met 33 years ago in Romance More Like This
It had been almost two months since your first day at Hogwarts. You had quickly risen to the position of "Teacher's pet." The stupid Gryffindorks ((Hurrhurr, see what I did there? XD)) even started to make fun of you. Jerks. Especially this one guy, Matthias. He had crazy blonde hair and an arrogant attitude. However, there was an upside to this. Having a pair of Slytherins in your artillery certainly had its advantages. Especially because Slytherins have connections with other Slytherins~ First, JJ introduced you to her brother Francis. Other than his flirting, he was actually okay. Then, Kinzi introduced you to her cousins, whom she had no idea even attended Hogwarts. Their names were Gilbert and Ludwig, Gilbert being a second year and Ludwig being in the first with you. Gilbert was albino and truth be told, he reminded you of Kinzi, due to his troll-like personality. Ludwig on the other hand, was blonde and had blue eyes and was very Adult-like. After a while you made more
PrussiaXReader-Love is War (part 2/3)PrussiaXReader-Love is War (part 2/3)3 years ago in Drama More Like This
...Even so, will I still love you. What should I do to make you understand this code?
The ruby-eyed man sighed, he had been doing that alot lately, ever since these notes started appearing around his house. They were always taped to his front door, or hidden in his mail box, always in a way he would never miss.
He hated reading the messages that were scribbled on them, yet...his curiousity always got the best of him and he forced himself to read each one. They were just words...words that formed small cryptic messages that could mean a thousand different things.
Of course he knew exactly who was leaving the notes; his ex-girlfriend, _____.
"Why does she keep sending them to me?" He whispered to himself, looking out the window in his bedroom that overlooked a small garden, but everything in it was dried and dead and slowly being buried in a thin sheet of snow. "Why does she still care?"
He let out another light sigh, memories of him and _____ came flooding into his
Angelheart, RavenheartHe was the greatestAngelheart, Ravenheart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of all Angels
Light of heaven
White as snow
I hear screaming and see flashing red lights. The Holy Saints, protectors, are defending their Heaven, as demons are taking over.
An Angel fell.
Pain they feel
As his wings burn
Turning in black
He has light no more
Heart once so warm
ShackledShackled3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Once so beautful and vibrant,
Now tattered and stained,
Just barely covering her skin from the musty imprisonment.
Shackled and bound with chains
As they clatter with every movement,
The noise echoing off the walls of the empty,
That once looked like gold when the sun reflected off it,
Now a mangled, knotted mess,
Yet, that was the least of her worries.
Gray and lifeless,
Had run out of tears to shed.
The helpless look in her eyes
Looked nothing like the green and gold hue
They once had.
Hoarse and almost at a whisper
From screaming for help,
Screaming for safety,
Screaming for freedom.
Always full of life and joy,
All that was left
Was a tear stained face
And a pleading, misery filled look.
She was imprisoned
With no one to save her
Because she was chained to this jail,
Waiting anxiously for her moment to return home.
But her spirit was dwindling from waiting...
And so was her strength to survive.
Russia x Child! ReaderYou ran through the snow, your little feet becoming colder as you looked for your big brother Russia on the battle field. As you ran , the snow became tinted pink due to the blood that has been shed on the floor.Russia x Child! Reader3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Tears streamed down your chibi eyes as you began loosing hope of him still being alive.
Running past countless dead and lifeless bodies you finally heard someone calling your name.
'________!!! ________!! RUN GO NOW!!' Russia was alive!! He picked you up and ran behind a tree with you.
' RUSSIA!' You clinged to his jacket and tears ran down your face. You began sivering from the cold so he wrapped his scarf around your little neck
' What are you doing here? its not safe for a child..' He kept looking back and forth for danger.
' i came to find you' you sniffed ' i had a dream you died' He smiled slightly at you, suddenly there was alot of shouting and gunfire, he put you down.
' Please stay here and hide... i'll be back i promise' He kissed you gently on the forhead, grabbed h
Winter Left MeThe sounds of laughter,Winter Left Me2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
And the four strong cooled spring winds,
Are drifting through me
Like a hollow conch that sings
Of winter's abandonment.
The Pride of WordsI am an author, a poet, a writer, and a story-tellerThe Pride of Words3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I have a dream to become a New York best-seller
But why is this work unrecognized by most
Why can we hardly ever make the winning post?
I shall tell you why - the populous won't take the time
To take in the meaning behind the rhyme
They choose instead to look at a pretty picture
Why should they waste time to read boring scripture?
It takes less than a heartbeat to look at an image
Pictures of angels or pirates and their pillage
Yes, it takes longer to read a poem or story
But within the words lie the truth of glory
Pretty pictures may be quick to look at
Sure, you can draw a handsome devil in a hat
But we can write a scene to send a chill down your spine
We can build a world of age and history, drunk like treasured wine
It may take longer to read, but you'll be entranced
Pictures can only go so far, while it is words that will enhance
And yet we remain unpopular, no matter how hard we work
While the well-known artists sit idly by, ba
II'm a girl.I4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm a boy.
My names Alyssa
Hey, I'm Kurt.
I love shopping.
Skating is my life.
I wear pink flip-flops
I wear blue DCs
I wear skirts and tank-tops
I wear jeans and a blue tee.
I have a boyfriend.
I want a girlfriend.
I am loved.
I am hated.
I wanna be ..
I am .
I Remember the Day When Earth FellOften the young children will come to me and ask, "Do you remember the day when Earth fell?"I Remember the Day When Earth Fell8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will look to them and say, "Yes, for my memory still serves me well."
I remember the screaming people, the panicking outcries of a billion voices clamoring against the vastness of extinction.
I remember the airships that took us to the sky and beyond, breaking free from our doomed world and into the infinite blackness of space.
I remember staring out my window, screaming in fear at the blazing gunfire streaming from the monstrous airships in hot pursuit.
I remember my father holding me close as he always did, whispering, "Have no fear, child, for we will live to see another year."
I remember witnessing the bombs being dropped, sealing our exile with blinding white light.
So when they come to me, those young ones with hungry minds, and ask me, "Do you remember the day when Earth fell?"
As always I will look to them and kindly say, "Yes, for my memory still serves me well."
Black and YellowBlack and Yellow:Black and Yellow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
See the black hats, with the war paint
The guards are runnin' scared but you know the girls ain't
Soon as we hit the docks, look at all them sailors face
Drop the anchor once and make the ocean shake
Suede insides, with mah rudder roarin'
It's the big ship, you know what I paid for it (for it)
And I got an engine made of metal
Sails unfurl, I'm checkin' game, I'm ballin' out on every level...
Hear them haters talk, but there's nothing you can tell
We're the pirates of the seas and we always fell em
No love for them other crews, we breakin' hearts
Black Fedoras, push to start!
Yeah ah ha, you know what it is
Everythin' we do, we do it big
Ah ha, and you know when you scream its nothin'
When we dock in the town, that's somethin'!
Droppin' into town; got the gold we sellin everythin'
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Black and yellow, black and yellow
We lay it down from the coast to the Nether region
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Sweet Music of Hope Chapter 1Chapter oneSweet Music of Hope Chapter 13 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Cold so cold."
The thing kept me warm was stinging pain that I felt on my left cheek and blowing my warm breath into my hands. The snow fell onto my black hair, dyeing it with white spots. I still remember that night clearly and harshly; my father slapping me for trying to take his 5th bottle of whiskey away, because my mother was crying again. I don't remember why I ran three blocks from my house, in the snow. I ran; a 5 year old boy in shorts, sandals and a torn t-shirt. My eyes stared to tear up.
"No, I can't cry Daddy said it's not manly but he hurt mommy again."
I try to keep my tears in, untill a loud, smoothing, solemn tune of a violin that drew me to a metal ivy gate covered with rust that block my way. I place my hands on the cold metal to get closer, to hear the tune more closer. I see a window open with a yellow light coming out. I see a person with short orange hair. I could see a green sweater vest over a white dress shirt; this person, I mus
Sky's The Limit pt.1Sky's The Limit pt.14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
One Saturday morning, I was sleeping peacefully in my holy sanctuary, my bedroom.
My hair was shining like a golden coin, cause of the morning sun light, when suddenly the alarm went on beside my bed. I got shocked; I jump off of bed and hit the snooze button sluggishly.
'Damn, I forgot to turn off the alarm! It's Saturday today.' I lifted the covers with my hand and looked at the alarm. It was already 7:00 AM I moaned, got off of bed and stretched his arms. I yawned as I walked up to I bedroom window. Opened it and smelled the fresh air from the trees
"Hah! What a wonderful, sunny day." I sighed happily, then, I heard noisy chattering sounds out of the blue. As I went to the dining room, I saw my friends, eating.
'W-Why are they here early in the morning?!' I just greeted them with a big fake smile
"Hey, sleepyhead's finally awake!" a red haired guy called me out,
"Morning, Roxas!" the brunnette boy called me out, cooking. It was, So
What if: Jak and Torn TrilogyWhat if: Jak & Daxter becomes Jak & TornWhat if: Jak and Torn Trilogy2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Here’s a wild pitch. An idea of how the whole universe of Jak and Daxter could have been transformed if there was just a single change in the plot:
Praxis’ betrayal against Damas is the event that lead to pretty much everything in the series. So, going with the idea of a failed attempt, which ended with Praxis being banished instead, I’ll try to give the whole thing a twist while keeping the characters in continuity.
Also, notice that I’ll refer to Jak as Jak instead of Mar. The way things could have gone, Mar would have never gone through a name change, but still, Jak has a better ring to it.
The story would begin in Haven City, with Jak being both the heir to the throne a hero of the Krimzon Guard, which was created to fight the Metal Heads(Made by Damas instead. There’s no Underground nor Freedom League). The city, which didn’t go through a tyrannical empire, resembles more the settlements found on
[Drabble-Collection] 01: Transylvania[Drabble-Collection] 01: Transylvania3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Hun ᴬᵀ Midnigh 〈〈Reader x Transylvania〉〉
"This is Hell"
Blood ran down your Site, angered you looked at the black-haired mans bloody grin,
it was really a bloody grin, when his Sword had hit you he had licked your blood from it.
His pale skin shimmered in the Moonlight, if he wouldn't have been like the Devil, he would've been a handsome young man. You aimed at him with your Gun, he just smirked, "I thinkthis won't work~" he cooed.
You narrowed your eyes and frowned, "Why?" he smirked, "Well, since you started hunting me, you have shot six times. On time on the Bridge, 2 Times in the Forest and the last 3 Shots...I think you fired them just 5 Minutes ago." he smirked.
You growled, he was right, but you didn't wanted to admit that he was stronger than you. As he stood right infront of you you felt the sudden desire to punch him in his arrogant face. As you moved your Hands he already helt them and grinned,
Untitled9Useless, cheap.Untitled93 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm not enough... I never am
I never was, I never can--
Be enough to help you out
Be enough to ease your doubt
I want you to give it all--
Your pain, your sorrow
You sadness and tomorrow.
I'll keep it here, locked away in my heart.
So you can smile, laugh, and start--
To live again and be yourself.
I don't want you to worry about anything else
Don't worry about me and what I might do.
Because my life is helping you.
I'm so, so sorry that I wasn't enough...
I should've learned earlier to be stronger and tough
I don't need any sympathy,
I don't need your love
Just tell me that you'll be alright
And your debts paid and done.
Crystalline Promises and Mediocre Lullabies.I despise the world and its normalityCrystalline Promises and Mediocre Lullabies.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mediocre lullabies and mainstream trials
Sing me to sleep forevermore
Give me freedom
Give me sanity
Give me clarity of mind
I envy those blessed with a standard-issue life
I want to blend with the darker shades of grey
The fine print of a contract overlooked
Don't want to be special
Don't want to be chosen
Don't want to be here
Transition to an alternate reality
Of warm summer dreams and fanciful hopes
Crystalline promises of what might have been
Take my anger
Take my grief
Take my sorrow
Possession -Lestat and Louis-The lid of the coffin slid to the ground with a soft thud, the warmth from the interior of the red velvet lined box escaping out into the cool air. The sky that lay beyond the curtain was dark with the coming night, stars dancing in the sky. Brown locks of hair fell down around his face, caressing the pale skin of his shoulders and cheeks. They eyes of a man whod been without sun for a long time gazed lazily at the other coffin in the room, but the occupant had already vanished. The emptiness of the room sent a shudder down his spine as he moved out onto the balcony, his stiff muscles protesting the effort of moving.Possession -Lestat and Louis-6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The night air licked at the bare skin of his chest, his hands gripping the rail, his eyes closed. He let his mind wander away from his current life, his love and back to the past, back to the one who had been plaguing his mind for little over a month now. A single person who had changed his life perman