TexturesThe world is made up of all texturesTextures3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There are those we can find with the skin
Ones that are easily seen by the naked eye
And those we can find only by the soul within
The ceramic cup is smooth and glossy
A honey scent sways from steaming tea
Those that drink with pinky out feel classy
Tea feels warm and like a welcomed embrace
When I touch your face
When I grasp your hands
I feel the sweet kindness inside
I know where the concern stands
But when you touch my own face
When my hands would be enveloped by your own
Can you feel the scars inside?
Can you feel the pain that brings me down?
The ceramic cup became rough and worn
A scent is gone and steam faded cold
The one that drank lost their class
Tea having disappeared in days of old
It doesn't mean...Being a Christian...It doesn't mean...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
...doesn't mean I will shove my faith down your throats.
...doesn't mean I wear a suit to church.
...doesn't mean I regularly go to church.
...doesn't mean I won't get tattoos or piercings.
...doesn't mean I can't use curse words.
...doesn't mean I care about every little tragedy.
...doesn't mean I hate you for being gay.
...doesn't mean I'm boring.
...doesn't mean that I protest abortion clinics.
...doesn't mean I can't eat until I pray.
...doesn't mean I don't like Santa Claus.
...doesn't mean that I know everything there is to know about the Bible.
...doesn't mean I'm perfect.
...doesn't make me less of a human.
Being a Chrisian just means I believe in Jesus.
Get over yourselves.
These Four White WallsThere is a room where I belongThese Four White Walls2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where no souls may enter
Where no one can hear my cries
These four white walls
Reveal nothingness and abandonment
I was always the girl on the sidelines
Where all I could do was watch from a distance
While you shared your warmth with another
These four white walls
Reflect my empty world and forgotten wishes
I wish you would reach out to me
As I reached to you when I broke
Can you see the stitches through my torment?
These four white walls
They may as well be padded to forget my sanity
You said nothing would change when I left
These four white walls
I've become hidden from the world
These four white walls
You've disappeared; please, find me once more
These four white walls
White just won't do
These four white walls
Be my brush and return, and my love for you will be my palette
Help me rid myself of these white walls of suffering
Sunflowers"Lith-u-a-ni-aaa~~"Sunflowers5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Russia opened yet another door, smiling widely before it instantly fell. Lithuania wasn't in here either.
He let the wooden door swing close with a sigh, "Where is Lithuania, da?" He mumbled as he made his way thought his house. He'd nearly searched every single room and yet the boy was nowhere to be seen, he hadn't spotted the other two Baltic countries all day either
Opening another door he didn't bother with the happy greeting, instead looking inside gloomily, "Lithuania?" He asked.
A small squeal followed and Latvia jumped out from behind a bookcase, shivering in fear as Russia sighed. "A-A-ah, R-Russia-san!" He hastily greeted as Russia made his way into the room.
"Na, Latvia, where's Lithuania?" He asked.
Latvia squeaked and jumped again. "I-I-I'm not sure, I haven't seen him all day." Latvia was jumpier than usual, more shifty eyed than natural, Russia reached out a hand in questioning and Latvia yelped before running away.
Russia let out another sigh, feelin
One Big Military Family ch25One Big Military Family ch252 years ago in Humor More Like This
Chapter 25- Babysitting Little Flame
Havoc stared silently at the child sitting on his couch wearily. Mustang owed him big for this little "mission" he has just been issued. Outside it was raining and it was only a few moments ago that his commanding officer had come banging on his subordinate's apartment door. Upon answering, the blonde smoker had a grinning three year old and an over night bag full of junk shoved at him all at once as Mustang declared he and Riza needed some alone time and thanks for watching the kid. "Havoc-oji…" Havoc looked at the child who was staring back up at him with innocent amber eyes.
"What Lee?" he asked with a sigh. Lee smiled brightly at the older man.
"Do you have ice cream?" he asked. Havoc stared at the boy silently. He was a solider, not a babysitter. What the hell was Mustang thinking, dropping the brat off on him! He sighed and shook his head.
"No I don't have any ice cream." he answered and looked over at the bag that he had tossed to the side at
The life of a MarySue part twoShort story:The life of a MarySue part two4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The life of a Mary Sue
Part II, Mary Sue's point of view
So, I enter the big school on Friday, my long hair flying back with the wind. It feels like in slow motion. Anyway, the second I step the building, everyone is looking at me. Maybe it's because of my dress, which is new. It is green and it is sparkling. I LOVE sparkly stuff!
However, it is not about my new and expensive dress. My other best friend, Jane, comes to me with her mouth wide open. "Your eyes!" Jane exclaims, "They are PINK!"
As soon as Jane's words come out of her lips, everyone is gathering around me. They watch my eyes and go "Ooh" and "Aah". I smile at everyone, because I find it cool that everyone thinks my pink eyes look so cute! Then comes Haley with her messy clothes, her short hair a disaster. I think she woke up wit the wrong foot in the morning.
"Pink eyes, huh?" Haley whi
The RoseTear the rose apartThe Rose3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let the blossom die
Tear it like you tear a heart
Fill it with your empty lies
Scream in deaths name
Cause that's what it does
Set it on fire
And as it burns laugh
The rose is your light
The rose is your dream
Still you destroy it
The virginity of pendants
The rose has its thorns
But it doesn't want to hurt you
The rose is insecure
And still it smells so sweet
The rose is a symbol
That makes us think
The rose is a hope
And it decays, In a dying world
Pokemon Dead Channel 2Normally I'm not one to snoop around in my daughter's business, but when she doesn't leave her room for over a good twelve hours, I have an excuse.Pokemon Dead Channel 23 years ago in Horror More Like This
It was around eight PM, and my daughter had been in her room playing video games since eight AM. I'd heard her scream a few times throughout the day, but recently she'd been getting into horror games, and that was now a normal occurrence so I thought nothing more of it. But since she'd been in there literally all day without leaving once I needed to take an intervention.
I opened the door casually, calling out her name. Her not answering was my first clue something was wrong. I checked her bed, closet, and even shelves and cabinets, but there weren't any clues as to where she could've been. Getting frantic she'd been kidnapped or worse, I decIded instead to dwell in the thought that she may just be outside or in another room and I just didn't hear her sneak out like she usually does.
Before I left, I couldn't help but notice her GameCube. T
Russian RouletteThey take her on her honeymoon.Russian Roulette3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The wedding was lovely, or as lovely as it could have been with a couple that were more polite acquaintances than anything else and two sets of in-laws as stuffy as a dusty pile of money. They grab her when she sneaks out for a walk one night, two men, beefy, not even bothered to arm themselves. Her last thought before the bag is shoved over her eyes is to wonder how much this would ruin her parents' plans.
She comes to in a small brick room on a sallow mattress, windowless and lit by a cool yellow lamp. There's a man there, standing just outside the barred door.
"Kelly Shale," he says, voice nasally, greasy greying hair half-covering his forehead. She's not sure if it's a question or a statement.
She counts the days by watching the guardsone on day shift, one on night. They're probably the same men who took her, but they stay too much out of her field of vision to really tell. It takes until the third day for the woman to come.
'Meil,' they call h
STARS ABOVE: Chapter 19STARS ABOVE: Chapter 193 years ago in Romance More Like This
CHAPTER 19: I Think Have an Answer
Hiiragi Household, Takanomiya
"Do you understand now?" said Homura softly when she had finished.
Kagami sat in stunned silence. She had listened first with interest, then with horror, then in tears as Homura Akemi told the story. That story was unlike anything she could have imagined, more beautiful and terrible and sad than she had the words to express. Did she understand? It was difficult if not impossible to answer. "I…" She swallowed heavily. Could she ever fully understand the black-haired girl sitting across the table, understand her sorrows, her guilt, her grief? Could she ever comprehend the depth of the friendship Homura had fought to protect, and the one selfless wish that had saved her and countless others from dying in despair? A full and perfect sacrifice for the whole world. The phrase floated through her mind; she had heard it many times before, at the Christian church where she and Tsuk
Plagues, Servants of Death ((Prologue))Plagues, Servants of Death ((Prologue))2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Servants of Death
Understanding the Mary Sue pheUnderstanding the Mary Sue phenomenonUnderstanding the Mary Sue phe3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
An attempt to understand the "flaming" against writers of Mary Sue characters.
I tried to list the "anti-Mary Sue" arguments, like boring clichee, not realistic etc. as reasons for not liking this kind of characters and commented on them /judged them in order to try to explain this hostile attitudes towards Sues and Sue writers by it. Nothing more. The rest is my speculation and sure, I'm not a scientist to back it up with actual research. My essay is based only on personal experience and observations on the internet.
It seems that many people get really upset about "original characters" in fan fiction, which match the "Mary Sue"-type ( most beautiful, most popular, most intelligent , most gifted insert anything positive you like character in a story).
The question is; why do readers react with hostility towards characters of that kind and authors who write them ? What exactly is it that makes that character type so controversial ?
Male!HungaryxReader: The NurseMale!HungaryxReader: The Nurse3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Your (e/c) eyes opened up to a blinding white lights and your body awoke to searing, red-hot pain in your right thigh. Shooting up, you looked around a bit panicked before a pair of calming hands gripped onto your arm.
Looking over, you saw a rather gentle and familiar pair of calming green eyes staring towards you. His dark brown hair was tied back in a ponytail, save the two locks that were let free on either side of his face.
Watching him stand up, you felt your face heat up. Recently, you felt feelings for him change. But still, you were still his best friend,"H-Hungary..." You croaked out a bit weakly.
Looking at him, you noticed he was bandaged up and had visible bruises. His military uniform was torn up a bit and he had the cap he usually wore so proudly on his head on the floor. He gently placed both of his hands on your shoulders and pushed you back down,"Relax __________. Don't open up that wound again."
"W-what happened...?" You asked weakl
The CarverHe barely touched her skin as his paint brush gently floated above. The paint so carefully finished the designs that made up her eyes. The artisan straightened his back from its hunched position that it had been in for days, if you didn't count the moment he needed to refill or sharpen his tools. He stared down at his masterpiece, his steel blue eyes inspecting every crevice of her body. Perfect. Not a single default in the crafting.The Carver3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Only from an arm's length away would you notice her bodies still rigidness, or the very acute gloss of her skin. That it was only but a wood figure, skillfully carved and painted into a young women of large deep brown eyes and dark mahogany hair. It was almost her, he thought silently. The shack of a house they inhabited then shook violently with the thunder of a canon. His eyebrows scrunched. The battlefield was getting close.
"How are you my dear. It's been a long time." He whispered quietly. "Elisabeth." His calloused fingers ran o
Abomination to Literature?(DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ ANY TWILIGHT SPOILERS AT ALL!!!!!)Abomination to Literature?3 years ago in Drama More Like This
My thoughts on the Twilight (series included)... When I was young I'll admit I loved the books but that was before. I loved it for all the wrong reasons that made Twilight a "best seller": it had guys with six packs who fought over Bella, who were (extremely) protective of her, they were head over heels in love with her, she had perfect grades, she got all the attention for being the new girl at school and she had the whole story revolved around her.
At the time I read it I was like "I wish this happened to me." Because of how impossible the story was. That's exactly why today I dislike the book and say that it's the worst example of a novel. Because there is no real plot until like 3/4 of the book, Bella is a wish fulfillment character that no one can relate to, and there is no message at the end of the book - no knowledge gained, no message the book sends.
Bella is a character that isn't realis
Cristian RosasCristian Rosas5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mediterranean breeze warmed my dreams;
cappuccino mornings blended
into Bacardi sunsets.
Tobacco smoulders and I remember-
his name was Cristian Rosas.
Sunset passed. Spirits poured
European measures- unlike tight English twenty-five mil,
relieving the throbs of snow white turned red queen.
The glow led our intoxicated journey. Sambuca fused.
We invaded the dance floor.
blue, red, green
green merged with smiles.
Freedom spun me to his arms.
Giggles blushed sunburn. Cristian Rosas
whispered his name.
Fingers caressed my shoulder;
pulses shot down my back.
music people blurred
into echoes. His words
a treat richer than coffee. Citrus
perfume infused the heat; hunger took control.
Honey seeped into locked lips.
His wink broke the spell.
Notes flew off key. Samba swayed
a desperate grind of genitals, disgust
erupted in my throat. Honey
backhand met cheek.
On patio furniture I sucked cigarettes.
Cappuccino froth sank with my lust
The life of a MarySue part oneThe life of a MarySue part one4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The life of a Mary Sue
Part I, Mary Sue's point of view
Hello, my name is Mary Lucia Jewel Emerald Kristina Natasha Sue. It is a pretty long name, but my friends just call me Emerald, because I shine like one! Or so, they say. I am fifteen years old. I have lots of friends, of course, but no one as good as me. It's not as if I am bragging or anything. It's just that, it's true. I have waist-long hair the color caramel, and my eyes are blue and as bright as the sun. People also say that I am very skinny and that I have a beautiful smile.
My friend, Haley, says that I have too many talents. That's because, well, I do! I can dance, draw, sing, etc., pretty well! Even when I fart, I am still cool. That's because I am the most popular girl in school. Everyone loves me, because I am precious and I always help everyone out. But it also sucks sometime
This is a six word storyThis is a six word story:This is a six word story3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I just pretend to be profound
TeatimeIn January, Elsa got new neighbors. She greeted them with apple cinnamon tea.Teatime3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It gets so cold, here, they told her, shivering in overstuffed parkas. Snow had turned to mud in their front hallan unavoidable side-effect of moving in winter. Elsa nodded along to their complaints and observations, silently brewing the tea in their kitchen. They were young; they had big plans. Allison and Steve, newlyweds, just starting out. They sat on the cold floor together, sipping with chapped lips. The house filled with cinnamon.
In April, Allison knocked on Elsa's door. We're pregnant! White tea in a china teacup; the taste of flower petals and champagne. The last caffeine for the next eight months. Elsa let her keep the cup.
In May, Steve bought a carseat and a crib. Elsa helped him carry it inside. Flat-packed, but heavy. Sturd
IsaacI saw your faceIsaac3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the post office
It was one of those
eight by elevens
with black lettering,
It was an old picture
as if your chin
had not grown up yet
and your hair
framed your cheeks
as if to say
I, too, am a visitor.
They spelled your name wrong -
there are two A's in Isaac
and you looked
like you had been caught
wearing someone else's skin -
the scar at your temple
was a faded moon,
crescent and grey at the corner
and I could tell
you had not slept
Just BreatheHe admits that some things still aren't quite right in regards to the incident that landed him comatose, but he's struggled to make the most of it. The bullet wound's entry-point scarred over nicely, leaving him a fine reminder of what had happened, and how he'd made his supposed final stand. He wore it like a trophy, even though it pained him at times.Just Breathe5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Of course it hurts physically when he perhaps takes a breath too deep, or laughs too hard; but that's ok, he can't say he really minds. It's not like he laughs that much anyway. It's a strong reminder that he's still alive, even though she has passed on. At least he hadn't died when he thought he ought to, for it had allowed him the opportunity to be there for her as she lay dying on the school roof. He may have forgotten all the events that had transpired before then, but he had remembered them in time to clutch her close in her final moments. As she slept herself away into that blissful oblivion, he told her how sorry he was for forge
Black Out, England x Reader x AmericaBlack Out, England x Reader x America3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
One lovely evening in *name of city*, ____ was making a lovely dinner for her two best friends, Arthur and Alfred. You made sure that everything was perfect, you finished setting the dining room table and now moved on to cleaning around the house. About a half an hour later the doorbell rang, you hurried to the door, forgetting to take off the apron you were wearing. They looked at you and chuckled until Alfred finally broke the laughter "hey ____, nice apron" he smirked slightly. "you git, be kind to _____, she did cook us dinner after all" "that big talk from a man who can't cook for the life of him" Alfred replied. You looked at both of them and laughed, they walked in and they both gave you a hug. You looked at both of them, "well without further ado, ....." before you could finish you sentence Alfred budded in and proclaimed "LET'S EAT!" Arthur scoffed at Alfred, while you just chuckled. All three of you made your way to the dining room table, sat down and started to ea