The Boy With The BreadThe Boy With The Bread5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
With no purpose, everytime I walk to the cafeteria I'm always looking for him. It's been six months since he gave me the scorched bread and made me owe him so much. Too much for me handle anyway, since it was like he gave me my life, along with that bread.
It's not hard to find him anyway, because he's always on the centre of the crowd in cafeteria, the crowd of popular people. As I sit on the edge of cafeteria, the crowd cheer so loud at someone's joke makes him choking his drink while he tries to stop laughing.
I remember that day, I don't know him much of course since I'm not popular student, only he was one of the popular boy, had the same blonde hair like Prim and son of the bakery owner. I was hungry, there was no food left at home and I didn't have any money. My mom was going crazy after my father died, so it's not like I could ask her to do something for Prim, who was starving so bad she couldn't even stand.
I was walking without thinking, my body was trembling and the bread sm
HelpI feel like I'm in a glass box;Help4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everyone can see me, and if I shout loud enough,
They maybe can hear me.
But no one hears my whispers.
I feel like I'm dying.
I don't want to die.
I feel like I'm fading away.
I'm becoming a ghost once more,
Being overlooked, forgotten.
Please don't let me waste away.
I'm here; can't you see me?
I'm screaming; can't you hear me?
I'm reaching out for you; can you feel me?
I'm pulling away; don't you notice?
please help me
Not my choiceI'm trying to breathe,Not my choice4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
but there is just no air.
but I just don't care.
I gasp on words,
I choke on feelings,
so many worries,
too much staring at ceilings.
If I don't respond,
its because of my voice,
I'd just choke,
not like its my choice.
Gutter- Potatoes Loch, many years ago, had discovered that he was a morning person. This was to the dismay of his father, who, despite having to wake up early most mornings, had always been more partial to sleeping late. Loch had made it a habit of running to his father's bedroom and jumping onto his bed to wake him up as a morning ritual. At least, a ritual until his father ordered Opello to keep Loch occupied when he woke up in the mornings.Gutter- Potatoes4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Now, however, Loch knew that his perception of a morning person and Nemi's were entirely different. At least, he thought as he fumed into his pillow, I woke up with the sun, and not before. Nemi had woken him a few moments ago, reminding him cheerfully that he had offered to help Min this morning. Loch lay still for a few more moments, grumbling quietly to himself, before pushing himself up and swinging his feet off the bed, shivering a little when they touched the cold floo
Rose And ScorpiusRose and ScorpiusRose And Scorpius6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Roses fathers words were still fresh in her head. Dont get too friendly with him, Were the words he spoke about Scorpius Malfoy, the son of her fathers school rival. As she sat in the train compartment with her best friend, Albus Potter, son of the extremely famous Harry Potter, she repeated those words over and over in her head. It was beginning to get dark, and as she had already changed into her school robes, she figured a quick nap couldnt hurt. Just as she was beginning to fall asleep, the door to their compartment slid open. She opened her eyes, and found herself looking straight into the icy blue eyes of Scorpius. His gaze was so intense, it made her blush slightly. He noticed, and turned to look at Albus. I would assume that your Potters son. He stated. Albus nodded and turned to look out of the window. What are you doing here? Albus asked in a rude tone. Scorpius looked momentarily surprised, and the
AlaskaShe reads poetry in her pajamasAlaska5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And laughs when there is no joke
She runs away from the rain
And dances in cigarette smoke
Pictures never capture
The whisps of silver hair
Surrounding her face
And following her everywhere
She never dreams when she sleeps
Only when she's holding booze
She drives around in the prairie hills
With a childish smile
After all, what has she got to lose?
Gutter- Chapter One Looking around the large tunnel she was currently in, she decided against moving him up the stairs and onto above ground. She doubted, if she was found by any guards, that they would believe her tale of how she came to find him. And Nemi didn't fancy being blamed for whatever mess she had stumbled upon, especially with him being who he was- at least high class, but he could even be...Gutter- Chapter One4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Banishing the thought and considering the boy critically, Nemi reached down and wrapped her arms under his shoulders and attempted to hoist him up, giving a squeak of surprise when she realized that he was heavier than he looked. She adjusted him a bit before spotting something on the ground near him- the piece of parchment the other man had been holding earlier. Setting him back on the ground, she picked it up and unfolded it, eyebrows raising in surprise at the letters scribbled onto it. It was written in a strange, flowing letteri
Family Treeyou've ignored me and took no loveFamily Tree4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
a "mother" you are not, you've killed my pride
there will come a time when i must hide
so face what you've done, your only crime
you left us all, we choked in the dust
my bloodless heart is ready to bust
the father i longed for abandoned us all
well look at me now, i'm ten feet tall
two "sisters" are faux, and too ignorant to know
i will draw my fist and give the deadly blow
they will stare with fear at my rusty gun
i'll say, "you haven't met me, i am the only son."
how can i love what i have not got?
another sould dies, there is no pride
she ignored me and killed my love
he left us all, we drowned in the flood
they are fake and will be destroyed
my life will break free from this empty void
Blind Shadows ch. 1 +HG Fanfic+Everyone gathers in the middle of town, neat, clean outfits tossed on their bodies. I look down at my simple gray dress, and shrug. It doesn't matter how nice you look if you're picked for the Games.Blind Shadows ch. 1 +HG Fanfic+3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
I live in District 12, the mining district, and we only have one victor. His name is Haymitch Abernathy, a man which I've never been fond of. His drinking problems are excessive, and catching him sober is nearly impossible.
My heart pounds in my chest, blocking out all the other sounds. I feel as if I would rather melt away, but instead look up at the stage with a calm expression. What's the chance I would get picked anyway? I'm only fifteen. My name is only in there a few times.
I glance at my best friend, who is standing right behind me. He smiles at me, and gives my hand a gentle squeeze in reassurance. It felt good to know that someone cared about me.
"I'm kind of nervous," I admit, dropping my gaze.
"It'll be fine, you know," he says. I sigh, barely believing his words. The reaping wa
A Hidden Mischevious StreakThe incessant meowing was going to be the death of that cat, Prosper mused. He wasn't going to be responsible if he snapped and threw it out a window- that meow would bring it out in anyone. He groaned and covered his head with a pillow, wishing Blaire was there to shut Marshmallow up. She had left earlier to go to a class, and, since Prosper had thought she'd been telling the truth when she had said it would be quick, he had foolishly decided to wait for her in her apartment while taking a nap. But here he was, a hour later, and the little demon would not be quiet!A Hidden Mischevious Streak5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Oh, what do you want, beast?" Prosper snapped, glaring at the deceptively cute kitten staring up at him from the floor. The cat merely glared (Prosper wondered idly if it was even possible for cats to glare, and then decided very quickly that they, in fact, could) at him, eying him with the distaste only a cat could manage. Prosper knew for a fact that he was laying in the one spot that the insufferable cat usua
Heartfelt MelodiesHeartfelt Melodies4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
♪♫ ♥ "Music speaks what cannot be expressed, soothes the mind and gives it rest, heals the heart and makes it whole, flows from heaven to the soul." ♪♫ ♥
There I sat in a small room filled with soft musical sounds, my fingers pressed gently and swiftly along the piano keys. It was my distinct melody, my heart pouring itself out, my time to relax and become one with my music.
To my advantage, the music room was available for me every day after school and always remained empty. It was my favourite time of the day, the time where I could be alone with my piano. I was never the type of person who could openly voice my thoughts and opinions. If anything bugged me, I'd do my best to brush it off and think of something else.
Ugh, I got distracted.
I sighed deeply, realizing I had missed a sharp.
Alright, just count down the time signature again...1-2-3...
It only took a few seconds for my body and mind to re-adjust to the tempo. My han
Do me a favour? [READ]I need your help!Do me a favour? [READ]3 years ago in Letters More Like This
Please read the description!
Love you <3
Sound in my SoulSound in my Soul4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
My heart begins to beat
To the silent,slow and sweet
Sound in my soul.
I began to lose control
Of everything I know
I felt as pure as snow.
Out of everything I had
This feeling made me glad.
How could I have survived so long
Without this beautiful song?
Im starting to believe
That this feeling will never leave.
I begin to sing aloud
Im on the brink,
About to overflow
Lets get this going
And start the show.
Nightmare: The Secret KeeperNightmare: The Secret Keeper3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nightmare: The Secret Keeper
I know, I know; I've asked too much of you already
Up until today I've asked for what I don't deserve
I hope, I hope; you will always be able to put up with me
Because everyone else chooses to ignore my words
So please, please; I want you to take me, and hide me far away
I need you to do this for me; I never, ever want to be found again
Take my will, take my heart, take my tears, take my name
Take my life, take my soul, take my fear, take my pain
Pull me into you, and keep me close to your void of a heart, so I can lose myself
Hold me in your arms, and keep everything in your palms, I yearn to be held
I can no longer stay
So please take me, and hide me before it's too late
I never wanted you to know that I don't care about myself anymore
You need to know up until this day I still feel so, so hollow
It's okay, it's okay, feel my peace, I'm giving it to you, so don't worry
Because you need it more
My Heavily Caffeinated Heart 4My Heavily Caffeinated Heart 44 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My Heavily Caffeinated Heart
Macchiato Part 2
The coloured lights pulsed and reflected off every surface, every cocktail and every bottle showcased in the shelving behind the bar. The sweaty throng of dancers flocked together, twisting their bodies to the rhythmic shapes of the music in the humid air. They worshipped the DJ, elevated on his podium. They were his disciples and we would join in their cause.
"What do you reckon?" I raised my voice to ask Chris.
"Seems alright but I want a drink." He responded and turned to the bar
"Nah, no, no, get out there and scout the war zone. I'll get the drinks."
Chris raised his blonde eyebrows once, glanced towards the bar longingly and then finally spun on his heels and trudged towards the dance floor. I swaggered up to the bench, looking around at the other people eagerly awaiting service. I ordered two beers for Chris and myself. Turning abruptly, I accidentally knocked the arm of a dark haired guy who was carrying three drinks, causin
Time (Addressed to Civilian Girls)Time (Addressed to Civilian Girls)Time (Addressed to Civilian Girls)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You think you know it all
That what we have isn't as good as you
Your men come home at the end of everyday
Your love is iron clad so you say
But for me time is valuable
For my love is gone from me
And I treasure every moment
When you complain that they don't listen or spend enough time
I can tell you I would give anything to be in your shoes
To be allowed more time
For time with a sailor is anything but easy
But I wouldn't give it up for anything
Or trade a single second
So I continue waiting
Walking with Disaster ProloguePrologueWalking with Disaster Prologue4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Shivers went down my spine once again as the IV continued to send some unknown substance into my body. It had been three weeks. Three weeks of torture, laughter, fear, and pain.
I wanted Bruce. In fact, I needed him right then, as I heard the door opening.
I tried to focus on happy thoughts, and not what was going to happen to me next. My parents, Bruce, the team, Alfred, school I continued to think, not listening to the high pitched voice, or the laughter.
I felt the chair start rocking back and forth, causing my ankles to yet again move up and down, scraping against the wire that tied them to the bottom of the chair, opening up old, infected scabs. I felt the chair start to rock harder, pulling at the nails that had been hammered into my feet.
I felt lightheaded again, probably at the thought of losing even more blood than I already had.
Alfred's amazing cooking, being adopted, be
DollsDolls4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I ran, my footsteps like a rabbits, light leaping steps. I tried to keep my breathing down, as to not give away my position. A gunshot rang like deaths bell, and the bullet pierced a tree to my right. I veered left, a squeak escaping my lips. Angry shouts sounded behind me, I picked up my pace.
After what seemed like hours, the voices receded. They gave up. They finally gave up! I dared not stop, running for at least another fifteen minutes. Then, legs burning for release, I stopped. I stopped in the moonlight of the Yoshpet forest, and smiled; I just simply smiled. For I was free, free from the horrid life I had been living, free from the abuse of coven. Free.
I laughed. I laughed for the first time in years. It was my first free laugh since the age of seven, when I had been dumped at that blasted coven by my birthmother. The coven thought that children were their slaves, and the middle to older humans were gods. They installed harsh rules, and beat th
StreetsideStreetside4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it trembles, a
crooked form caught
in a black sea,
stagnant now the
still waters rumble
with the passing of cars and
unmoving eyes, casting deep
shadows over its
it croaks, a feathery wing outstretched,
a mouth, wide open
unable to utter a single
I'm WorthlessI'm Worthless3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't tell me I'm worthless
Don't tell me I'm nothing
You can't change me
Because I used to be something
I used to be
But I lost my ways
Instead of helping
You double my pain
Don't tell me I'm worthless
I already know it
I Doubt ItIt's something I have never foundI Doubt It3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that moment where you breathe for two people
when your life becomes theirs and their life becomes yours
when you would give up yourself just to see them smile
maybe that happened once, a sort of halfway version of that, that I was too scared to see
I long for it, even if I think it's a myth
that moment where you don't pass them with a wave to go sit with your friends
an existence for you and only for you
where my life becomes about you
I would tuck you into my bed each night and hold you
your hands would be my sanctuary
perhaps it isn't to be, for someone as cold as me
but I'd like to warm somebody with my body heat someday
to live for them and only them
I just doubt something like that exists
StarsI walked outside last night to get some fresh air and look at the stars. I always feel better when I look at the stars. As I was watching them I felt a chill up my spine, and so I looked around. I saw someone sitting on the stump in my yard. I couldn't really see the person because of the shadows, but I could tell that he was a man and he had a beard.Stars4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
I looked at him in confusion and asked him, "Who are you, and why are you here?"
He turned to me and took in a deep breath, "Why, I'm here for the same reason as you. To look at the stars and feel better after a long day of work!"
I was even more confused, but then it hit me! I opened my mouth, but he moved his hand to his mouth and shook his head. Telling me not to speak. I closed my mouth and understood why he didn't want me to speak. Then I went back to watching the stars.
"Will I marry her someday?" I asked the man.
He was quiet for a second and then said, "Only if you wish to marry her..."
I turned to look at him again, but he was al