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
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
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
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
Torn Photograph- Finland x Male!ReaderTorn Photograph- Finland x Male!Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You tightened your grip around your face, trying to shelter it further, trying to block out anything. It was over, it had to be over. You'd just destroyed the last reminder that was left of it. Relaxing slightly, you let loose a laugh, a humourless laugh, as if it were just another task you had to complete. Everything was the same as it had been a second ago; a bottle of clear liquid sitting expectantly on the desk, a rifle still perching against the wall, looking like it could fall at any moment, a spilled vase of rotting lilies of the valley, the puddle around it turning red, the photograph, that photograph, still torn into a thousand pieces, the frame that had once contained it shattered into tiny daggers. You laughed again, your chuckles soon turning into a sob, warm tears streaking down your face.
You turned around to see those familiar purple eyes, brimming with what seemed to be concern. You grunted, silently begging him to leave. He didn't, instead sliding his
S. KoreaxMale!Vampire!ReaderS. KoreaxMale!Vampire!Reader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The flood light flickered ominously from above Im Yong's head as he stood next to the dumpster behind the school, fiddling with a ribbon he had found on the way here. He had gotten a note earlier in his locker that told him to be behind the school at midnight, so here he was, about five minutes before midnight.
As he opened his locker at the end of the day, a small red envelope flittered to the ground. Im Yong looked at it curiously before picking it up and opening it. The inside note was creamy white, and had written on it in black ink:
'Dear Im Yong,
Meet me behind the school at midnight?
-Your Secret Admirer'
Im Yong did a customary look around to see if anyone was watching him, but there was no one was facing him in the full school hallway. He studied the note over again as he shut his locker door. A secret admirer? Well, it couldn't hurt to find out who, could it?
Now Im Yong was pacing the black top behind the school. What if this had been a bad idea? He had heard stories
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
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
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
: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
six words concerning self-esteema declawed cat can still bitesix words concerning self-esteem8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our Word is SacredOur Word is Sacred:Our Word is Sacred3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We have struggled against the chains of fate
We've lived our lives on the edge of hate.
Oppressed by the taunting of the foolish and blind;
It is time we stood and responded in kind.
No more can we sit here, content with our place;
Else by apathy alone we shall be erased!
Our work is like a candle, a small one at best;
It is quickly snuffed by a single breath...
For too long have we accepted, the concept of equality;
Whilst simply accepting the crumbs of poverty.
Our people go unheeded, as madmen and sloths;
The "cultured" eat like kings, while we are fed with broth...
To create these verses, it takes a lot of time;
Have you ever tried putting your thoughts in rhyme?
Have you dealt with the frustration, of grasping at words?
Trust me my friend, it is like hunting for birds...
To put this in a structure, to give poetry a form;
It can take some men from dusk till dawn...
Yet we slave away freely and we beg for a chance;
But all we have e
Daughter of the Gods pt. 1It was very late at night. The soft sound of the rushing wind outside the plane lulled many passengers to sleep. The lights were dimmed, and yet, a small area was lit by one girl's book light as she drew in a medium sized sketchbook. The girl shifted around and pulled one knee up close, setting her foot on the chair so her leg leaned against the wall of the plane. The passenger next to her shifted also, and the girl paused as she waited to see whether he would awake. The teen passenger began to snore, and the girl sighed safely and continued her sketching.Daughter of the Gods pt. 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Anne, the girl, wasn't tired at all. If anything, she was more awake than usual, as if she just drank a full cup of coffee. Here she was on an airplane, for the first time even, waiting to arrive in Europe with her high school classmates. Had she wanted to go? No. Was she excited? Not really. She had wanted to stay at home and enjoy her Christmas break with her best friends and new stuff, but no, her parents suggested this trip, sinc
What if: Jak and Torn TrilogyWhat if: Jak & Daxter becomes Jak & TornWhat if: Jak and Torn Trilogy1 year 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
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
[Male!Reader x Hungary] Like, Dislike[Male!Reader x Hungary] Like, Dislike3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I like you- I don't like you- I don't know- I don't like you
I like you- there's no other - I like you!
I don't know if I like you or don't like you
Like, dislike - it won't stop.
The Hungarian growled as she saw your scheme running on the other side of the Street, she sighed, you were such an annoying brat! But Cute at the same time. She frowned, now, did she like or dislike you?
You smiled while you ran after your Friends just before you stopped, wasn't that Elizaveta on the other street-side? You smiled, Someday, you knew it, she would go out with you, you waved and smiled brightly, there was no doubt, you loved her.
Again the Girl frowned, but this time it was a more thoughtful one, although this boy was really annoying and stupid, he still always were there when she needed help... She rolled her eyes, now, did she like him or not? Why did it had to be this hard to think?
When she thought about it, she always had trembled between both feelings of like and dislike, since she
Wolf Inside 1Chapter 1: New TerritoryWolf Inside 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There is a wolf in me . . .I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.
-Carl Sandburg 'Wilderness'
They said I'd still be one of them. They'd come and see me and think of me and howl for me at night. But in the end, I don't know if they ever did. I can only hope. For right now, I'm a lone wolf.
When we moved into this new town, my mom tried to make me throw my old life away. "Out with the old, in with the new." She said, watching me load my photo album into the back of the car. "Maybe this time you can find some normal friends." I just glared at her.
My friends were normal. The ones you want me to have are the odd ones.
The new house was bigger than my old one. They gave me the whole basement. "So you can have friends over." Mom told me with a smile. I rolled my eyes at her. The walls were beige and the carpet was tannish, like the color of mud. There were three rooms, a living room area, that the m
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 Fell4 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."
Very Short Story--- Shy!Canada x ReaderI do not ownVery Short Story--- Shy!Canada x Reader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I do own this story though
"Why doesn't anyone notice me? " Matthew Williams asked to Mr. Kumajiro. He was upset because no other country would notice him, and if they did they thought he was Alfred Jones. Mr. Kumajiro just shrugged. Matthew continued to walk down the snowy street to no where in particular. It was starting to get dark, but it didn't matter to him, no one would care or notice him. Entering a café, he sat down in an empty seat, he didn't want anything to eat or drink, he just wanted a place to sit. So a café would be the best place to go, since he didn't want to go to his house. Sighing, he slumped in the seat.
"Why is it that no one notices me? Am I to quiet?" he sulked.
"I notice you." a voice came from next to him. Looking over quickly, he made eye contact with the prettiest girl he had ever seen (you). You were drinking [favorite dri
4 6 9 6 ~ Black Cat's Wish [Chapter 1]4 6 9 6 ~ Black Cat's Wish [Chapter 1]3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
How long ago have we both been here?
A tall black Cat looked out of his small Box where he was left in by his owner - ex-owner. All he saw was people hurrying and running around and a white Cat on the other site of the Street, in a Box. He growled, "Oi, White-- I mean... Yekaterina, do you know how long we have been here?" yet, the
Abandoned in two boxes left beside a road
The black cat sighed, his paws hanging down from the Carton, his Box had a Tomato Sign printed on it, while the white Cat's had a Vodka Sign on it, slightly the Male Cats eye twitched, "Vodka..." he mumbled wondering if the White Cat would drink Vodka and if her owner gave her Vodka from a bowl before she or he left the white Cat.
cross from each other
The [e/c] Cat growled again, the White Cat looked nice, why were they cross from each other? With a scowl the black male lookd at the white Cat, she had her Paws hanging out of her Box, her Eyes were closed like she made up something in her mind.
A Long Way From Home - Prologue (Request)You were a transfer student from *country name*. You arrived in the Italian skies a little while over two hours ago. They seemed to be forever azzurro with a dash of clouds here and there. Luckily, without acrophobia, you enjoyed the smooth jet ride. Excitement bubbled up from your gut, taking the form of a bright, cheery smile. With only one hour left until your arrival upon Verona, you passed time by mentally organizing what you planned to do in the case of possible siblings. You didn't know if the family taking you in this year had children, let alone multiple. Your mind began to drift into an undefined abyss, wandering freely. Questions flooded in, one by one. Each one boosted the level of your eager excitement, which by now seemed to be endless. These thoughts drowned out the music which filled your ears. (You didn't even know what was playing at this point.)A Long Way From Home - Prologue (Request)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Time passed, too slowly for your liking, but eventually you arrived in the airport just outside the city of Verona. The air
Behind this MaskYou smile at meBehind this Mask3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I smile back
But when you turn around
my smile starts to fade
Behind this pain
behind this mask
is someone that you never knew
a girl in pain
Behind this mask
is a girl in pain
No way to cope
but to cry her heart out
Faking the smile
but crying when alone
Behind this mask
Is the girl you will never know
A SmileI'm waiting terrified for the last decision,A Smile3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You gently touch the knife,
My heart is pounding, waiting for the lethal incision,
I almost see the blade shedding the liquid of life,
I hear myself choking with my own blood,
The sound of the knife rending my flesh - a deafening thud.
But your hand goes further; over the axe it leans,
Shining ruthless under your fingers,
I'm about to die, by all means,
A sick suspense lingers,
I almost hear the sound of my breaking bones,
The gushing blood, the moans,
But no; your hand, well, further it goes.
"A gun? "
With it easily it will be done,
Infix the cold metal and let me bleed to death,
"Will it be fun? "
Just imagine the blood outflow until the last breath,
"Or a hammer? "
My body you could simply mash,
But you'll need to endure the blood splash,
That will stain your hands and face.
But instead that, your fingers, they retrace.
"The most lethal weapon isn't any of these",
You say stepping back, as my heart is starting to appease,
"It would be to