panic at the disco"spencer..." ryan said annoyed.panic at the disco7 years ago in Humor More Like This
"yes...." spencer said like three-year-old.
"give me back my steak.." ryan held out his hand.
"but...butt....its my emo-buddy... see.. its bloody!" spencer shouted pointing to the steak in his hand.
"well if u get it back i can make it an extreme emo!" if spencer was gonna be stupid ryan was gonna act stupid.
"how!?!? he'd luv that!"
"i'll eat him! now give him back before i stab u with my fork.." whenever they had dinner this is how it always happens. spencer ends up stealing someones food and if its meat, its his 'emo-buddy' and if its not meat its his 'vegan buddy'. usually he steals my food so im suprised he didnt steal my food.
"SPENCER GIVE HIM THE DAMN STEAK BEFORE I KILL YOU WITH ONE!" i was getting annoyed. and spencer is afraid of me, so i use my evil powers of scariness to control spencer. with wide eyes staring at me he slowly handed ryan the steak.
"yes ma'am...ray lady...." he slowly sat back down. and started to eat his own steak. yes my n
Hetalia MemeName twelve of your favorite Axis Powers Hetalia characters in any order.Hetalia Meme6 years ago in Humor More Like This
1) N. italy
I love a whole lot more, but i just chose the ones that popped up in my mind first :'D
1) Have you read a five/ten fic before?
XDDDDDDD not at all
2) Do you think three is hot? How hot?
FFFFFFFF, of course! It's FRANCE for god sake! :'DDDD
even tho hes a pedo.......XDD only my long lost twin will get this :3
3) What would happen if six got one pregnant?
Germany got N. Itay pregnant?
LOL, SCORE! i honestly didnt plan that XDDDD
that would be so adorable!!! their baby would pawn all other babies and take over the world <3
4) Do you recall any good fics about nine?
pfft, about prussia? of course!
(well, it was actually a prussia/hungary fic, but it counts, right? ;w
5) Would seven and two make a good couple?
HOLYCOW IM ON A ROLL TONIGHT
Walls Come Tumblingyou've a soul of gold,Walls Come Tumbling3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a feat untold in our
lonely rusted world
you make clouds more
than a fable- you enable beaten down
dreams to finally soar
you have words like oxygen,
necessary to live, treasures
you would readily give
we wish upon them all who try to stand so tall.
in the end, why is it every person seems to fall?
I imagine your chest sings
all answers, which your mouth then
tries to translate and share
does your heart grow weighted
or are you really free?
if you're truly so wonderful,
why stick around
with the lost and found?
there's nothing nice to be.
we're tainted. broken. here,
backbones hold priority
over silken hands, a steady heartbeat
and eyes that really see.
those tongues who like the taste
of truth, even freshly born,
Savior chapter 13Savior chapter 134 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Guys, I need to talk to you!"
Brittany was at a baby appointment. She was four months along now. The rest of us were just hanging around the bus.
"What?" CC said waking up from a nap.
"Brittany's birthday is in two weeks! I want to plan her a party!"
"That's a great idea!" Andy said.
"Where's it going to be?" Jake asked.
"Let's have it after a show and we can surprise her! We can invite like some fans and stuff! A lot of them really like her," I said.
"That's brilliant! She'll never expect it!" Ashley said.
"Let's do it!"
"Is it going to be on her actual birthday?" Jake asked.
"Yes! That'll be our 5 month!" Andy said. I know exactly what to get her!
"How come you've been so distant Ash?"
"I miss Aubrey. I barely have a reason to live anymore. I can't get over her. Seeing her with Jinxx breaks my heart. And Sammi, she keeps calling me. She's been cutting and stuff. She really loves Jinxx."
"Tell Jinxx about Sammi. Maybe he'll realize that he misses her o
Savior chapter 10Savior chapter 104 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I ran into Aubrey's room. I didn't even knock. She was laying on her bed, staring at the ceiling.
"Aubrey, I-I-I'm in love with you. I want you, forget about Ashley. Give me a chance, please?"
"Jinxx, I'm shocked. What about Sammi?"
"I don't have feelings for her anymore. I want you."
"Truth is Jinxx, I've liked you too. I haven't even told anyone. Not even Brittany."
She stood up and I walked over to her. I took her hands.
"Please give me a chance?"
"Of course I will," she kissed my cheek and I grinned.
"Sammi, I can't do this anymore."
"Are you breaking up with me?" she started to cry.
"I am. I still love you, it's just, this isn't working out. I'm sorry."
"Can we still be friends?"
I hung up.
"Jinxx! What the fuck!" It was Ashley.
"Don't play dumb, you know what! Why'd you take Aubrey from me!"
"Why'd you cheat on her?"
"I'm stupid alright!"
"Yeah, I know, and I'm not! She's giving me a chance, and I'm going to prove to her that I love
This FeelingThis feeling,This Feeling7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It holds you,
It drains you,
Vampiric SymphonySweet the breath which whispers deathVampiric Symphony3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
across her alabaster neck.
These lips grown cold at cost of preternatural life,
where now...burn hot in moistly parted prayer against that skin so tender.
Shadow Rider in black...I am death's harbinger.
And yet she welcomes this pale herald with naked, poignant eyes and gently falling breath.
Pulse by heated pulse she lures me into her full being.
The warmth of her promise consumed beneath a touch as numb as the grave.
Her quintessence binds me in the volatile darkness of unholy union;
with naught a sliver smile of hate to betray the mask of this ungentle conception.
She is helpless. The willing fool of a rouge demon.
A necessary sacrifice upon the altar of my wanton existence.
Temptress by nature and still I wear the guilt of a reluctant innocent.
Salvation...as intangible as an ephemeral thought in moonlight madness.
The perpetual prowl of a homeless soul finds bu
Reverse Polarity and a Little Bit of FateHe believed in angelsReverse Polarity and a Little Bit of Fate3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She believed in lies
she was hummingbird-reminiscent
gifted with flight, she strayed from sight
and her secrets were hidden between her rapid wings
He counted his lucky stars
She cursed barren skies
her laugh resonated, hollow
it echoed off the walls she built
to keep intruders out
He fell for her, hopelessly
He dreamed only to make her smile
she pretended he didn't exist
still, he was drawn to her (like a moth,
to bad ideas)
She told him she was too far lost
(Though she was only in denial)
his eyes glinted, golden
bright enough to melt the frozen rock
she had called her heart
Despite her tries, she loved him, too
She decided to do something new:
she was cynical and jaded
he dreamed to touch
scaredi hope you're chasing all your dreams,scared3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
but if you are, then you're asleep,
so i hope i get the chance to wake you up.
i'm not scared to fall in love,
i'm just scared of lying
and dying next to someone i don't even
and that's why i made kirrah sleep on the floor.
i'm scared of seeing lots of blood and
scared of being crazy,
i'm scared i'll ask you please to call me,
and all you'll say is 'maybe.'
scared of televisions because they're the
mostly i'm just scared of you.
The Nocturnal DriveThe smooth dark silk splits,The Nocturnal Drive3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Highlighted by stars on silver straws,
Casting a haunting glow down upon the worn gravel,
As insatiable shadows grovel past.
The sky above is painted with ornamented denim,
The moon, an ivory button,
Polished but forgotten on its dusty shelf.
The music of ages passes through the muggy air,
The muffled thrum of cycling onyx rings,
And the feeling of emptiness,
Gliding like a nocturnal demoness,
My eyes, cold and translucent, stare ahead and watch the world blur.
I could spend an eternity in this softened throne,
Enjoying the simplicity of the sweet darkness,
Of a long drive at night.
Without Wingsshe spoke in lullabiesWithout Wings3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and breathed out wishes-
she hoped and prayed for fairytales so often
you could trace the dreams in her veins
she strived for worlds that didn't exist
and she lost her heart without being aware
she ever gave it
she needed to run away-
because she lived in a house of mirrors
and she was scared of the sight
of her own face
she had to teach herself to walk
but she couldn't run
and she was stuck, grounded
watching time pass her by
sometimes you forget how to count
she withered away
her veins, barren of dreams
her eyes glossed over till she was nearly blind
to be afraid
because monsters weren't to be feared
and happily ever after
wasn't to be expected
when he found her, she was fallen
"I was built with hollow bones
but I'm still not strong enough to pick myself
her ribcage had caved in to that
empty hole that used to hold her heart
he lifted her up
with silky eyes and
starry whispers and said
ImpatientIf you talk to anyone who waits at red lights or cares about fashion or owns a gun, they'll know a thing or twoImpatient3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
about all of us; all of humanity. We are all flowers, we are all little universes, we are all the underdog future.
And maybe this is completely true, and maybe some girl pierced her ear in the 8th grade bathroom, and maybe you
have sand in your shoes from that visit to the beach last week. What does it matter, is this an absolute?
We are all pieces of God, we are all forgetting about Heaven, we are all waiting politely for death to break in
through the bathroom window. You can ask the stains on the sidewalk, the birds who refuse to build nests, the
faded black hair on the barbershop floor. They will tell you that this all does matter, and if you care about your
children, it's an absolute, too. Sometimes I run through traffic lights, wear half-unbuttoned flannel and scoff
at the glory of firearms, but you can talk to me whenever you grab my shoulder and take a moment to stop s
NyctophiliaThe under-comfort, touch and sensations.Nyctophilia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Those shadows, clinging like vines to suffocate the world.
A withhold of oxygen, seeping out of flesh,
like an inhalation of rat acid.
And a feeling of silk, milky on calloused hands,
midnight breakaways into back alleys
where heroin is heroic not heretic.
A gasp for rain.
Bullets fired by God's gun onto the wretched race of man.
Sunday mornings in a bed unfamiliar; foreign.
to groak from afar the previous night.
Bewildered, brainwashed in some 24/7 diner.
Succumbed to the agony of a nyctophilic.
82. +I feel like a double82. +3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
hashed one on top of the
It’s confusing to look at,
I feel confused.
Two of the same face at
too many limbs
to count –
this picture of me
isn’t fit for human
The SindarAlso of the Third Kindred, were they,The Sindar8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And deep their loyalty to their King;
When, during the Great Journey, he mysteriously vanished,
Mournful songs for him they did sing.
When the others continued West, they refused to go on,
Still loyal to their lord, they determined to await him.
So when their Kindred departed, they remained behind,
And called themselves the Forsaken.
Their long vigil rewarded when at last did their King return,
A beautiful Queen at his side;
Now tallest of Firstborn was he, and silver of hair;
And glorious was the light of wisdom in his brides eyes.
Great was the peoples joy; for no longer forsaken!
And content to dwell beneath the stars, People of Twilight,
Named the Grey Ones, in honor of their High King;
For over 3000 years did he reign in great might.
The greatest of Firstborn in the mortal lands,
Were those who were called the Grey.
Mighty were they, and vast their realm,
The Queens Girdle ever held evil at bay.
Lovers of trees were the Grey
There Were FourThere Were FourThere Were Four2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was a slow day, and for good reason. November rain drummed down on the streets of the city, sluicing through gutters and filling the air with the gentle scent of soaked concrete. The only people out in such weather had good reasons for braving the cold; they walked with heads ducked and collars turned, single-mindedly hurrying towards their destinations. Few of them stopped to consider a scruffy beggar huddled beneath the mediocre shelter of a bus stop, even when waiting under the same alcove for transportation.
It was hardly surprising. I was under the shelter because it kept off the worst of the rain, not because I expected coins. It had just seemed rather silly not to put down the tin, you know? Besides, there’s something to be said for taking a while to watch people go by, their stories trailing behind them like the ragged ends of an old cloak. While I might not have gotten enough
My Panic At the Disco Story: 1I sit at the dinner table, having a heart attack inside myself, because I was just invited to do the impossible. I was invited to live with Panic! At the Disco. Oh my gosh! Brendon spoke quietly to me, "Everything okay? You aren't eating."My Panic At the Disco Story: 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I replied, "I know. I'm not hungry."
Ryan on my left chuckled, "I don't think that's the case."
I spoke in an irritated tone, "What is it then?"
Ryan smiled, "I think you're too excited to eat."
I sighed with relief. I thought he was going to say the worst. Really. I chuckled, trying to pull it off as though that were it, "Haha, yeah."
Brendon patted my back, and tingles went up my back from where he touched. "It's okay. Its just another fan girl." He said it with a hint of humor in his voice, and was more directing the second part to the guys rather than me.
Spencer stared into his soup, and it looked kinda funny. I spoke in a whisper, "Spence, you okay?"
Spencer smiled, "Got ya!"
I picked up my spoon and flung it at him, and it hit the table in fro
Synchronized HeartsWe weep for wounds not yet bornSynchronized Hearts3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We predict the patterns of storms long gone
Only after it's concrete, do we mourn
We live life expecting the next dawn
We ask for truth yet prefer the lies
We pity the foolish and decry the wise
We sketch blueprints for mountains we can't make
We dismay over bad and think all good is fake
To each his own, we've our selfish desires
The beauty of destruction is all too sought out
We dream for the stars, but settle for fires
We louden cacophonies to silence any doubt
So caught up in answering questions not asked yet,
We die with only one lasting regret-
We know not of who we've become.
Our mirrors are blinding, and sightless isn't fun.
Lady of the FliesThere's a place inside my head,Lady of the Flies3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a house of lapsing time.
I visit on occasion,
I crawl in through the grime.
A grave for broken thoughts,
unwelcome memories echo through the air.
Floating from my skull,
but it seems I've forgotten how to care.
I rip my teeth out one by one,
while severing all emotional ties.
It's all the same to me.
I open this carved out body to the flies.
There's a 3 inch tall girl inside me,
her name is peace of mind.
Everyday I call to her,
but shes become quite hard to find.
17. A Man in a Hat17. A Man in a Hat3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Heart and I stared at each other intently across the open pit, waiting for firewood. He crossed his arms and leaned back against the tree behind him. "How much longer than me have you known Alice?" he asked finally.
I shifted my position, crossing my arms. "About five days."
"So does that give you first right, or something?"
"Nope. She can choose whomever she wants." I said that, of course, in all confidence it would be myself that was chosen. It was a cocky move I know that. But staring across the empty circle in the twilight, I couldn't help myself.
Now, I'm not saying it wasn't true; she could choose whichever of us she wanted. We'd both gladly let her. But if I wasn't as sure I probably would've said knowing her longer gave me more of a right. At least it gave me a better chance than he had.
2. A Man in a Hat2. A Man in a Hat4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Lost, love?" a boy's voice asked.
I slowly lifted my head, looking up from the boots, along a pair of lime green pants, a white shirt, and an orange tail coat. He took his arm off the tree which he had been leaning on, pulling a yellow and blue top hat off a branch. He reached down to help me up.
"Who are you?" I asked, using the outstretched hand he offered.
He grinned, brushing auburn hair away from his green eyes, then straightening his blue bow tie. "Wonderland's confessional."
"Well, that's what I call myself. Everyone comes to me eventually, and then they tell me everything. Care for some tea?" he asked abruptly, turning around and striding off down the path.
I hurried after him, as he was the only person whom I had met so far. "I don't like tea much. I prefe
A Rancid Attempt At Hopefulnes It was the rotten-flesh daisies that caught my eye. How they crawled through the flaking concrete like little, putrid reminders. Reeking of beauty and life and other things I no longer looked for.A Rancid Attempt At Hopefulnes5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My eyes reached towards the decomposing petals, wondering how it was they bloomed amongst such urban decay. Did they not sense the asphalt clouds threatening a shower of tar? Weren't they afraid of steel structures, casting down shadows to block all photosynthesis.
What happened when UV rays left petal surface?
The butterfly wings etched in lighting constantly flutter across a storm painted sky, and when the raindrops splash color across my skin, I find that I