VenomShipping-SecondFor the past few months, Green had been unsure about his relationships, but now he knew what must be done. It couldn’t go on any longer. He hadn’t told anyone—especially a certain someone –about it, but now it was time to confess. His first real relationship would be coming to a close. Green shivered. Was it the cold of the mountain or the fear of finally losing his first lover after all these years? He couldn’t tell. Odds are, after he confessed to Red, he would no longer have reason to trek Mt. Silver and he may never see Red again…VenomShipping-Second2 years ago in Romance More Like This
No. He couldn’t be having any second thoughts now. His new lover had caught Green making love to Red and had nearly dumped him, but Green had somehow managed to convince him that he’d been planning to get rid of Red for some time. Perhaps it was for the best for everyone. Green and Red had grown somewhat apart in the past few months; they spoke less, saw each other less, made love less. Red had grown somewh
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
These Four White WallsThere is a room where I belongThese Four White Walls3 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
It doesn't mean...Being a Christian...It doesn't mean...4 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.
Red JealousyJoin our MSN RC group: group26689(at)msnzone(dot)cn.Red Jealousy6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The sun beat down on Lithuania as he paced restlessly in front of Russias door. Every so often he would pause and raise his hand to knock but then immediately resumed his pacing, chewing his thumb in uncertainty. He really should tell Russia that his boss wanted to talk to him. If he was late because of him there would be hell to pay, Lithuania thought as he rubbed his back, but if he interrupted them then who knows what the sadistic nation would do?
The door suddenly flew open and Lithuania flinched, expecting to see an enraged Russia rain his wrath down on him for disturbing his fun. To Lithuanias surprise, it was the smaller of the two men who stood in the doorway.
I could hear your constant pacing from inside the room aru, China slurred, leaning against the door for support as he stared at Lithuania with a flushed face.
Lithuania couldnt help but look away from the other nation, blushing. Chin
Bright side.Bright side (Originalshipping and Venomshipping)Bright side.2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
In Pallet Town, more specifically, in a house near the edge, sat a boy in his room, staring blankly out of his window. The boy had brown, spikey hair, and eyes a green as the forest itself. He wore a purple, turtleneck shirt, with long sleeves, and black trousers tucked into brown boots with a black stripe on the top of the boots, and near the toe’s. Around his neck was an amber pendant shaped like a teardrop, and it hung low, coming down to the top of his stomach.
The boy sighed, thinking about the events that happened a few days ago at the Indigo Plateau. His rival, a boy called Red, had actually beaten him in the finals after his Grandfather had dropped out after defeating a thief girl named Blue.
The boy thought about Red’s appearance, and about how silly he looked in the boy’s eyes. Red had mostly red clothing, and deep crimson eyes, along with spikey black h
Sunflowers"Lith-u-a-ni-aaa~~"Sunflowers6 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
Catch MeIt had been a few months since GLaDOS had let Chell and Wheatley leave the Enrichment Center. After Chell had opened the portal to the moon, she had refused to let go of Wheatley, and GLaDOS had finally just pulled them both back in under the condition that Chell "get the moron out of here."Catch Me4 years ago in Humor More Like This
So she had. She had taken Wheatley back to her apartment—first she'd had to get an apartment, and that hadn't been easy given her lack of credentials, but she'd managed—and it had taken him a long while, but at last he'd stopped apologizing for what he'd done.
"All right!" he enthused. "Now that you've forgiven me, it's time for me to forgive you!"
Chell had raised her eyebrows at that. "Forgive me for what? For saving your life? Don't make me regret that."
"No no no no no," he said quickly. "For not catching me!"
She snorted. "Oh. Are you still going on about that? I did my best!" And there was a slight catch in her voice that betrayed her thoughts, betray
Tired, Exhausted, DrainedTired, Exhausted, Drained:Tired, Exhausted, Drained3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am bloody exhausted! Drained to the core of my soul.
I wake up every morning with bags; burning ever deeper into my eyes.
Sunken masses of flesh, reminding me that the dreamscape -
One in which I sought refuge; is now buried where it lies.
Yet still I force myself to trudge through this wilderness.
Forever caught in a moon drenched, delusory twilight.
An endless cycle of failure and renewed hope;
Giving rise to the very stubbornness that defines me.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 5th February 2013
Birthday poem for PewDiePieRoses are red, violets are blue.Birthday poem for PewDiePie3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're one year older, and we still love you.
Oh look, there's Piggeh, sliding like a snake.
He's pumped, just so freaking pumped, and always says:
"You thought I was a pig? No, I'm a snake."
Then there's Stephano, guiding you in the dark.
Always gives you courage, when things turn hard.
But watch out for the bro, now,
'cause he's lurking behind you.
He always says:
"Pewdie, come here, bro",
but secretly he wants to rape you, too.
I love to watch you dance like a master,
it's too good to be true.
And then you rap like Parappa,
you know what? You're good in that too.
Fighting the zombies like that badass Lee,
whatever Clemmy does, you'll be sure to forgive.
Defending her with your own life,
you'd even take a zombie bite.
Ib's rose is red and Garry's rose is blue.
Keep doing what you love, bro,
your bros always count on you, and stick with you, just like glue.
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 24 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
Sweet PoisonIf there was one thing Green hated it was surprises. After all those years and finally settling down into a cozy niche as a gym leader he got a surprise phone call. That made him frown instantly. The former trainer never got good news. Before he could reach over to answer the phone stopped. He shrugged checking the caller ID, Mt. Silver pokémon center. “Well well, look who wants a ride home.” He smirked to himself figuring his rival too proud to actually admit he needed help. Green got his coat and hopped on Pidgeot who was patently waiting to fly directly to the center.Sweet Poison2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Once inside he looked around finally turning to the nurse. “Excuse me. You seen a trainer in a stupid red hat come by here?” He was casual as ever and knew it couldn’t have been a prank since only Red, family and a few select gym leaders had his number. “Yes. He went back into the cave before I could say anything. Looked really cold.” She tapped her chin. Green gav
a lessonShe isa lesson3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she tosses her hair back and
she laughs at the world
who cannot hope to match her stride.
She meets eyes unashamedly,
she is radiant with confidence.
She is shy,
her eyes are downcast and
her cheeks are mottled
Her words are whispers,
her breaths are sighs.
She is a sly smile.
She is a soft
whisper in his ear.
She does not seem to know
who she is.
to peel back the layers.
(though they are both afraid
that what lies beneath
to speak to her.
But the words are stuck
in his throat,
suffocated with the
and he has nothing
to give her.
if there was ever any truth
in either of them.
In him for loving not-her
the way everyone loves not-her,
or in her,
for the elaborate
He wants to tell her
he adores her, but
he has no oxygen around her
(no words to give her),
no conviction to assure her with,
no one to love but fiction,
and he is silent.
(you are a contradiction.)
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
Cuba, Finland, a belvedere.Finland and Cuba sat at a small table on a belvedere. They sipped grape juice and ate graham crackers and generally enjoyed the day.Cuba, Finland, a belvedere.5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Yes?" Finland replied, taking a bite of a graham cracker.
"What do you know About Iceland's puffin?"
Finland pauses in chewing, looking at Cuba in confusion. He swallowed and asked, "Why?"
"I have suspicions about the bird." Cuba said cynically, rubbing his chin and staring dramatically off into the distance.
"Erm well " Finland sat awkwardly, thinking.
Then he leaned forward, beckoning Cuba to do the same.
"He has my favorite hat hostage."
"My hat." Finland's eyes welled up with tears. "I love it so, and for months that diabolical puffin has been holding it hostage for "
"For what?" Cuba said, anticipating.
"One million dollars."
"Shhhh, shhh!" Finland cried, looking around him nervously.
"Cuba?" Finland said tentatively, a tear escaping and streaking down his cheek. "Will you help me rescue my hat?
Understanding the Mary Sue pheUnderstanding the Mary Sue phenomenonUnderstanding the Mary Sue phe4 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 ?
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
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
The Importance of Gold FlecksHereditary.The Importance of Gold Flecks3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I learned the meaning of the word when I was young on a summer afternoon. Too hot to play outside, I was sitting with my dad on our blue couch with the small white polka dot fabric. In retrospect, it was probably a tacky piece of furniture, but love is unconditional when you are small, and I sure did love that couch. I remember my dad watching Winnie the Pooh with me every Saturday morning on its spotted cushions. That day, though, we had a conversation about eyes that I never forgot, and even then, its deeper meaning was not lost on me.
"Daddy, your eyes are green like a cat's," I said.
He smiled, and told me that mine were also green, but unlike his, they changed colors. "Sometimes they are blue. Your eyes were so blue when you were a baby! Big and blue.... Someti
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