Much To Do With Admiration-DenNor Previous explorations left Lukas Bondevik as close to seclusion as possible. He was damaged, well, his heart, and crestfallen by the prodding humiliation of betrayal and romance. It seemed so wonderful back then, when he was just a naive, young boy that could peek over at a sweet girl with a blossoming smile and wave, and she would blush and giggle at him as often they would. But once he hit high school, the world had stabbed him in the back with love's careless revenge, and after so long of painful tears and remorse, karma had finally hit Lukas hard.Much To Do With Admiration-DenNor2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It wasn't until months later that Lukas truly forgot about his harsh break-up, which had been received through a horrible note that left a pit of dread in his churning stomach. Just looking at the crude and blunt words made him sick with eyes tearing up furiously and his knuckles going a numb white-the paper was crumpled beneath his shaken, powerful grasp, and immediately thrown out ont
Teenage FrustrationErgot knew peripherally that it was dawn and they should probably sleep, but he couldn't seem to get himself to stand, or even move, really. He couldn't see the clock. He was just guessing at the time because the room seemed brighter all of a sudden.Teenage Frustration4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Gogdamm|t," Iomos hissed. "| was not c|ose enough to that douchebag to get h|t. Stup|d fuck|ng game." There was a grim 'game over' tune emanating from the television. Iomos must have pressed continue, because the level's repetitive background track began to play again.
It was starting to become real inconvenient, not being able to see anything in the room. But Ergot had found this perfect angle to lean against the back of the couch so that he could see the profile of Iomos' face as he played his video games, and he wasn't willing to upset the delicate balance. It was the holy grail of lounging positions, not only because they each had some of the most obnoxious horns to contend with, but also because Iomos insisted on leaning again
Missing Red 10It wasn't until the house was empty that Dezzi's bedroom door opened a scant inch and was held there, the man inside listening before slowly opening the door enough to slip out. The pendeogan looked a mess; red seemed to extend into the white sclera of his eyes, while black seemed to be powdered below his lids. Peaceful sleep had eluded him for the past several days, his last conversation with Token had shaken him to his core far more than he had ever thought capable.Missing Red 105 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Slinking down to the kitchen he opened the fridge to pick out some leftovers to graze over, his appetite about as poor as his sleep. He knew that wasn't really a good sign, considering how much he usually ate in one sitting, then again with the way he had holed himself up in his room Dezzi wasn't even sure what day it was. Reaching into the fridge to take out a plate of something that looked like thin strips of meat and salad or was that seaweed? Shrugging slightly he lightly kicked the door shut as he removed the c
Broken Lights RXSThe greatest joy in life is falling in love. The hardest thing to face in life is knowing that love doesn't always last forever.Broken Lights RXS4 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Honestly Moony, c'mon!" Sirius Black peers over the paper that Remus Lupin is holding and looks desperate. "Its wonderful out! You can't just hole up in here all day!" Sirius points a hand to the bright spring sunshine that is pouring through the common room windows. He feels the tingle under his skin and the itch to lay in the sunshine, but the paper has his attention in full. He looks at the black and white of the Prophet and worries his lower lip with his teeth. Sirius leans closer trying to read the headline that Remus is so intent on.
"Are they going on about that whole 'dark cult' thing again?" Sirius says almost casually. At the end of their sixth year and almost into their seventh, Sirius has developed something even more cocky in his attitude then he ever had before. He didn't seem to take much of what was going on in the world seriously at a
Waking to RealityAUTHOR'S NOTE: I figured I'd stick this here, just in case the beginning of this deters you. Read on before determining that Spike is totally out of character, ok? I promise, it makes sense in the end!Waking to Reality4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Tall and skinny.
Aggressively hunched posture.
It's him, all right. Spike.
I hesitate to think of him that way, but I can't help it. No one loves him like I do, I know that And I know he doesn't feel the same, but I can't help it. He's He's always been 'my Spike'.
Not in a possessive way, though! Just In a way that I care where no one else does. So I'll do what I can to take care of him like no one else does.
Thing is I can't believe he's here. At the tree house I've come here every day for the past two weeks, and he hasn't been here. I doubted he'd ever want to see me again after Well All that
I figured he hated be, but There he is.
Waiting on an Angel RXSTitle: Waiting on an AngelWaiting on an Angel RXS4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Pairings: Remus/Sirius and James/Lily
Song: Waiting on an Angel- Ben Harper
Warning: I know I did not mention Tonks, and I don't hate her. I just prefer Remus loving Sirius, and wanted to write it this way. C:
The ground is hard.
The ground is so hard and uncomfortable.
There is something about the way the world looks from the ground. You can see the entire sky, the trees, the whole world happening right above you. It's like you are so very far away. It's like watching a movie in slow motion.
The screams and yells hit the trees and bounce across the destroyed grounds of Hogwarts. The sky is a mass of broken protection charms bleeding the starry sky onto all the battered soldiers of a war that was on its last legs. The brilliant light of wands firing spells and curses lights up the pastures that once held the happy shuffling of innocent students and school bags, completely oblivious and naive to the world.
And there, on the cold ground, watc
Strawhat Chronicles: The Untold Voyages, Ch. 0SUMMARY: Leaving behind Alabasta, the Strawhats embark on their next adventure towards the Port of Soba. What new adventures and friends await our heroes? But this port has a dark past and an even darker shadow has fallen over its residents. We wish you a Happy New Year from The Untold Voyages as our story begins!!!Strawhat Chronicles: The Untold Voyages, Ch. 02 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
LOG ENTRY #034: Leaving Alabasta - On To The Next Adventure!
For crying out loud, why exactly did I have to get stuck with log duty? Don't get me wrong, I'm all too happy to do anything that Nami-swan should ask of me, anything at all! It's just that I've never really been much of a writer. I would much rather be in the kitchen, preparing something delicious for her and Robin-chan to drink...ah, how lucky I am to be on a pirate crew with two of the loveliest ladies on the grand line! "Mellorine" just doesn't begin to describe how beautiful and wonderful they are! I count myself lucky to be able to bask in their presence! I'm sure that the wonderful and myst
The last. (Scotlandx'Reader')A/N: Goes just great with: 'Awolnation' - 'Sail'The last. (Scotlandx'Reader')3 years ago in Romance More Like This
If you like to, listen to it while you're reading.
A slight sun stream hit the room, as the morning began to break.
The birds were singing wonderful songs into the fresh morning air, seeking for the sun to warm them up.
The sunray crept across the room, to the bed, sheets scattered across the bed, two people tangled up in them, their breath soft and comforting.
The whole room was a bit smoky, the air far from fresh, but it still felt nice, staying in the bed, not moving apart to avoid the cold from crouching in.
“Hey”, a rather raspy, but soft voice cut the silence, making the other shift and finally open her eyes.
“Hm?”, the female sat up, and looked down at the other person.
His red, auburn, ruffled hair, the slight stopples at his cheeks and his chin, more like a shadow than realistic.
His unbelievable gorgeous emerald eyes, always as bright green, as the forest.
T.L.o.Z. Chapter 1- Der Traum GERMANT.L.o.Z. Chapter 1- Der Traum GERMAN3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Es war ursprünglich ein ruhiger Abend, als entwas werkwürdiges geschah:
Zaro war am Schlafen. Sie überkam ein schrecklicher Traum. „Zarooo!“ Zaro räusperte sich im Schlaf. Ein weiteres Mal ertönte diese merkwürdige Stimme: „Prinzessin Zaro von Planeten Zybarus!!“ „Zaro! Dein Schicksal wird dich erniedrigen und umbringen!“ Zaro räuspere sich ein weiteres Mal, dadurch wurde ihre Mutter leicht wach. „Zaroo! Du wirst sterben. Egal wie du es drehen magst!“ Ein dunkelblaues Gesicht erschien. Es hatte so hellgrüne Augen ,wie eine ihrer Fellseiten, welche leuchteten und eine blaue Nase. Dieses Gesicht machte ihr Angst. Die Angst fuhr durch ihre Pfoten und sie schrie im Schlaf: "Nein, tu mir nichts! Geh weg! NEIN!!!!". Dadurch wurde sie wach. Ihre Mutter ging zu ihr und um sie beruhigen kuschelte sie mit Zaro. Zaro kam runter und konnte nicht mehr einschlafen. Sie hatte Angst, das Gesicht wieder zusehen zu m
The IntroductionThe Main Hall is designed to be imposing. A wide floor penned in on one side by a balcony where the guards stand restlessly, and on the other is a four story tall window looking out into the vast abyss of deep space.The Introduction3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Thirty two trolls, none of them old enough to leave Alternia on their own. They stand in the center of this hall that's much too big for them, and they've been here for quite some time. The first ones to arrive have been here for nearly six hours; gathering them all has been a difficult process. But now the last troll has come stumbling through the double doors and they can begin.
The lights go down and the doors leading to the balcony above the crowd slam open. Four guards file out onto the floor, posting themselves along the balcony with their weapons at the ready and their eyes hidden beneath the visors of their caps. Behind them comes the Captain, straight lines,a grim set and boot heels clicking against the marble floor. He stands in the center of the balcony turned s
Introduction, pt 2At the end of a very long, monotonous corridor stands the welcome hall and roster room. The thirty two contestants are herded in by a slew of guards that, even while obeying their orders, seem to be just as confused as the contestants. As soon as the last contestant enters the hall a set of solid blast doors close behind the group, effectively locking them off from the corridor...and the rest of the ship.Introduction, pt 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A giant screen dominates one wall of the roster room. It is composed of several screens, each flashing a different set of information at the viewers. On the far left is a floor map with a scrolling list of room assignments. It reads:
101 – Magnia Prialt
102 – Tanifa Keizaal
103 – Nudais Brache
104 – Zakari Cyrpes
105 – Korniz Ternyn
106 – Arenae Phasme
107 – Hyades Istiop
108 – Boriel Nivets
109 – Xantus Fellal
110 – Towan Mayhem
111 – Tirran Gravaline
112 – Notrea Itimus
113 – Lorica Y
Glass WallI look at you, you look at me,Glass Wall4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I miss the way we used to be,
I call out your name, but you can't hear,
Even if you're standing there, you're far away from here.
I sit and stare,
I know is not my world anymore,
A glass wall separated our lives,
Built by broken promises and lies,
An impenetrable wall without a door.
How could we let this happened?
When we got this to an end?
But now my world is shattering,
With tears in my eyes,
I'm leaning on the wall,
Waiting for this world to fall.
The sky is coming down on me,
Sherds of sun are ripping off my skin,
From the pain soon I'll be set free.
You stare at me,
But your sight is empty,
I touch the glass wall, waiting to flee,
Or maybe just to drown in my own blood,
Destroyed by my expectations,
In the end that's all I've got.
I close my eyes,whispering "goodbye",
I don't hate you, I never really did,
I smile, even if now for me is time to die.
There She GoesThere she goesThere She Goes4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That girl who is always smiling and laughing
The one who always has the advice
The one who always knows...
How to bring a smile to someone's face.
She always looks so happy
Like as if her life is perfect
Like as if everything is bright in her world.
But nobody knows
That at night
After a call with her father
Who lives so, so, so far away
She cries herself to sleep.
She sleeps with a broken heart
Tears stain her cheeks and her pillow
Her father is the most dearest to her
And he's so far away
She can't smell the familiar scent he has
Of After-Shave and spice
Just thinking about the divorce
Has her body shakingwith sobs
Nobody knows that this perfectly happy girl
Had suffered through,
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
And yet she still smiles...
Breaking NewsBreaking News.Breaking News4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That's somebody's mother.
Who was beaten and raped by another
Individual who couldn't control their seedy sexual desires.
Just because you can't smell the stench of burning skin.
Doesn't mean this world isn't intrinsically on fire.
That's somebody's daughter.
Who was kidnapped, molested and tortured.
By another who couldn't control their dishevelled cravings.
Super heros do not exist in this reality.
Does that mean this world is not worth saving?
That's somebody's father.
Who was shot by another individual who would rather
Resort to violence to settle a trivial dispute.
The things humans can do to each other.
No one can deny this world is not filled with ill repute.
That's somebody's son.
Who was a victim of a hit and run
Situation that should never had occurred.
His family are now seeking solace from a church.
But can anyone really say that in the end
We all get what we deserve?
I am me.I am me.I am me.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let it be.
You can't change me,
I was born this way.
I am unique,
since my first day.
You can't change me,
I like how I am,
sure I'm "different",
but I don't give a damn.
You can't change me,
everything will stay the same.
You don't like it?
I feel no shame.
You can't change me,
for I am stubborn.
I like my life the way it is,
its what you must learn.
You can't change me,
no matter how hard you try,
I will be the same,
till the day I die.
You can't change me,
I'm one of a kind.
No matter what you say,
you will never change my mind.
I am me.
Let it be.
Our loveYour hands intertwine with mine,Our love5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
like vines in an unending garden.
Your smile is the sun,
brightening my day.
Your eyes are like a forest,
I always seem to get lost in them.
Your kiss is like the ocean,
it pulls me in,
pushes me out,
but always comes back for more.
Your heart is a radio,
always changing its beat,
but always repeats,
with new things all the time.
Some good, and others OK.
Our love is like a book,
it had a beginning,
things to fill in,
but the end hasn't come.
So I'll keep writing this book,
so it never has to end.
Spin the Bottle (Pandora Hearts, Oz x Gil)"But I don't want to go," Oz exclaimed, folding his arms. "I don't even like Eduard!"Spin the Bottle (Pandora Hearts, Oz x Gil)6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Mrs. Kate sighed; ever since Oz had reached his fourteenth birthday, he had been even more difficult than usual - which was quite a feat, considering how much mischief the boy had managed to get into before. "It doesn't matter whether or not you like him," she said reasonably, trying to get the Bezarius heir's uncontrollable cowlick to lie down in some semblance of tidiness. "The Lakewood family is very important, and as the heir of one of the four Grand Duke houses, you should be there to congratulate him on his birthday."
"But why?" The boy's voice was dangerously close to a whine. "Can't I just send him a gift? Eduard is boring, and the whole party will be, too." He scowled at his reflection in the mirror before him. "Besides, this suit is horrible."
The harried governess pulled a bit harder on Oz'
Say Cheese.Hey, you can smile, right?Say Cheese.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Go ahead. Smile for us.
If you don't, people will complain you're depressed and ask questions.
So, come on. Lift the corners of your mouth (like this, see?) into a curved line. There we go. Nice and sweet. Kind of like those kisses he used to give you.
Next, say you're fine. Add more artificiality if they don't believe you. Hold back tears.
When the worrisome inquirer finally gives up and leaves, hide all feelings that may prove problematic.
The next day, wake up.
ForevermoreWhat once was a dream,Forevermore3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Is now a nightmare.
I woke up,
And you weren't there.
Clouding my mind.
And now I'm lost,
In the hands of time.
My mind is gone,
My heart is torn.
You would always be here,
You'd always sworn.
The night goes on,
And with it, my sanity.
I'm afraid I'm losing
By morning break,
I'll be no more.
Just a shell,
InjusticeInjustice.Injustice4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Gallivanting on the high street with my peers.
Thinking there is nothing in this world that I have to fear.
Contemplating an appropriate place where we should eat.
I then leant down to re adjust the laces on my feet.
Suddenly a legion of faces loom towards our direction.
Not assuming that we were victims of their brutal inspection.
They approach me in a violent and threatening manner.
My heart clamours and my mouth begins to stammer.
They bombarded me with belittling and derogatory terms
And asked me where I was from as if it any of their concern.
I answered truthfully and tried to mask my anxiety.
I attempted to walk away but I knew this outcome was unlikely.
They began to rustle my garments and salivate on my trainers.
My tongue apprehensively toys with my red coloured retainer.
They patted me down and inquired whether I had money or a phone.
I refused their wandering hands, pleading them to leave me alone.
I tried to reason with them, tell them I meant no
ForeverI would walk a million miles,Forever4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
drown in my own tears,
search through acres of forest,
look through all the files,
just to find you.
I'd do anything for you.
You're amazing, you are.
You're my everything,
this is true.
To feel your touch,
to see your face,
for only just a moment.
Would I be happy,
it would be worth the chase.
To say the words,
that I do mean,
even If we're miles away,
we'll never be truly apart,
all I have to do is lean,
and whisper in your ear,
I love you.
Remember those words,
hold them tight.
Even though they'll stay with you forever,
hug them with all your might,
so when I'm gone,
you will remember,
the truth that is between us.
The person you are today,
is the person I will love tomorrow,
and the following years to come upon it.
Not my problem.Who are you to tell me who to be.Not my problem.5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Why should I be that way?
Why would it matter why I'm me?
I'm proud of how I act,
the way I am.
And as a matter of fact-
about your opinion?
I don't give a damn.
Why should I feel bad,
because your hurt?
That's not my problem,
and why are you mad?
I didn't do anything to you.
All the things I did,
are nothing I'm ashamed of.
Because I'm a kid.
Drama is dumb,
so whats the point of wanting to just cry.
Why can't you let things roll off your shoulders?
You seem so cold.
Whats the point?
Why are you letting your grudges stay on you like heavy boulders?
This is too old.
I'm getting tired of this.
I know you don't think the way I do,
but go ahead,
Think you bother me.
All I know is,
I can go to bed.
Without any worries,
Round 2 - IntroductionThe survivors are treated. Their wounds are bandaged and they are given time to rest. A day and a night go by with little word from the guards charged with their care, or from the troll behind it all. The contestants that will move on to the next round are left in the shambled remains of the first blood bath, wondering what will come next.Round 2 - Introduction3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Some will notice, if they care to return to the arena, that the staff has been busy. There is no longer a neutral pond-and-forest scene awaiting their next series of battles. The arena has changed, either by brute work or the technology of drones, to emulate a dense swamp. There are a few patches of semi-dry land, mere dirt and muck and weeds, and there are thick Alternian mangrove trees, but the rest is nothing but congested water. Seadwellers cannot swim here without getting themselves tangled in it, and the lower bloods must either take to the trees or learn how to navigate such deceptive footing before their match begins.
On the eve of the second
No more, no longer.Its not worth the crying,No more, no longer.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
its not worth the pain,
its not worth my time,
for there's nothing to gain.
The things I can't handle,
the things I can't take,
the things that are too hard,
are what make my smile fake.
The hole is deeper,
the hole is empty,
the hole is my life,
the hole is me.
I give up on the words,
I give up on the good,
I give up on the bad,
I give up on what should.
Its not worth the crying,
its not worth the pain,
its not worth my time,
for there's nothing to gain.