i can't tell you, or my hearti can't tell you, or my heart5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i can't tell if:
this heart pain is a side effect
of the music or the medicine
i can't tell if:
these tears are real
or just placebos to distract me
from the real problem
i can tell that:
this poetry is a result of you
Character Development Sheet 01This is a character development sheet. It's used to help think outside the box for character creation. When making a character you want the character to be as real to your audience as the character is to you.Character Development Sheet 015 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
To use this character development sheet, save it on your computer, but leave the author information for the sheet at the bottom. You might need it to find my website to see if I have anything new for you to use. Fill it out for each main character you write about. Then save the filled out sheets in a folder so you can refer to them as needed.
Not all of the information you'll put in the development sheet will be known to your audience, this is just to help you see the character as a real person so you'll understand better how the character would actually react in the situations you throw at them. This way you won't force a character to make a decision that isn't really them.
If the character doesn't seem the type to make the decision you want them to make for the story line, you m
A transition to new love CielX reader [part 2]A transition to new love CielX reader [part 2]2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You walked into the dining room, the smell was delightful. The butler was finishing setting up the table.
"Oh, hello, ___, I apologize for not being ready. Please give me just a moment." In a flash of an eye, the entire dining room was fit for a feast. Not a single placemat crooked, not a spot of dirt. "I wonder what's keeping the young master..pardon me, miss. I'll return promptly. "
Sebastian left the dining room in a rush,Mai's eyes fixed on his pocket watch.
You stood there. It was quite awkward to be alone...in a dining room, in a house you'd never been inside. Suddenly, a heavy hand was on your back.
"Hello there! I'm Finnian! You must be Ciel's new lady friend! I'm happy to meet you!" He grabbed your hand and began to shake it with great force; enough to make your hair fall out of place, and definitely knock your glasses off. "Oh! I'm sorry! I don't know my own strength!" He blushed. "Things like this happen a lot."
"FINNY! Don't tell me you're in the dining 'oom you idiot! Seba
Dio and Ib fanfic I looked contently at the sculpture of a rose. It was reminiscent of Aya... Aya, slowly stepping closer and closer to insanity. Loosing her petals. Eventually a bare rose with only thorns to show... Aya. All I could think about was... Aya. Why? Why didn't you learn from your father that you shouldn't harm the innocent? You saw me! My beaten, burned face...But you did as I asked. You walked... But you walked the wrong way. You're following the wrong path. Going in the wrong direction... Aya...Dio and Ib fanfic1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
I felt a tear falling down my face. My beaten, burned, shredded face. I realized that I was in public, so I toughened up and put my bandages on the side of my face that didn't have an eye.
I don't know why I'm still here. In this rotten, messed up world. But I somehow feel the need to hang on. Like I'm not quite finished with life yet. As if I'm fighting a battle that can't be won. Aya is gone, so what's the point of life? In fact, she's worse than gone. She's long gone. She's Psycho.
Mad Father: DioBack then, he didn’t have a name. He couldn’t even remember his own name! When he was alive - before he could only see through one eye - old memories escaped him. The strange man found ways to cloud his dirtied past. A dirty life he lived, but he would redeem himself.Mad Father: Dio1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
He felt his own parents took the form of the kind man; brooding dark eyes behind glasses. The woman, his mother, was the man’s assistant with the eerie, green eyes. True, he ran once, but he had forgotten how when that fateful winter came.
All of the other victims were housed here and nameless. They were just them. A boy was just a boy. A girl was just a girl. Some adapted to German and others used gestures to communicate.
What intrigued the youthful boy, what this one-eyed child came to be known as, was the Greek man always muttering about multiple gods. A culture of the Olympians, he would tell the boy. The storyteller told him many myths, but the main character he related to was Hephaestus. A god who
I Don't Even...Pewdie Parody From JB''Broman''I Don't Even...Pewdie Parody From JB''Broman''2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I am your Stephano, I'd never let you go
I can guide you places were the Bro won't touch you
Baby, take a lantern or you're very very screwed
I got sword in my hands that I'd really like to swing
Bro, bro, bro, on you
Chillin' by the fire while I'm waiting for you
I don't know about me but I know about you
Pewdie I waited for you, where did you go!?
I'd like to be everything you want
Hey bro, let me help to you
I am your Stephano, always guiding you
Keep you on my arm bro, you'd never be lost
I can be your broman, anything you want
I am your Stephano, I'm always guiding you, I'm always guiding you
Tell me where to go yeah tell me what to do
I could be your G.P.S, and lead you to a room
I would give you brofist yeah, you already know
Imma golden statue like you never seen before
Broman, broman, you could be my broman
You could be my broman until the g-g-game ends
Help you fight a barrel and statues and
Voice goin frenchy on this hoo
Dio's story, BEFORE he met Aya. All I can remember is being on a dusty street... alone... hurt... hungry. My first memory was from when I was five. Everyday at about 4:30, ten kids would come up to me and scream "DIO! LEAVE! YOU HAVE NO PLACE HERE DIO!" I would slowly walk home... if you could call a couple of rags on a busy street corner home. That same sentence... "DIO! DIO!" ...It never left my head for an instant.Dio's story, BEFORE he met Aya.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You may not know this, but in my first language, "Dio" means "Stupid". I was so young, that word hurt me so much... Almost as much as Alfred Drevis did.
One particular day, a sunny day (a rare day where I live), I woke up to a man and a woman arguing over something. I looked around to see what was happening. I may not have active taste buds (from never eating tasteful foods), or a good sense of smell, but I could see for miles away. The only joy in my life was all the colors I saw, sitting on that street. I watched cars and counted how many were red, blue, and even green
Special Soups SoupSpecial Soups Soup2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Special Soups Soup
They called him Soups. Soups used to live in an unused basement that was accessible via a small window on street level. It was only a few corners away from Soup's favorite restaurant. Many people ate there but not all finished their plates. A very nice chef worked in the kitchen there. Soups liked him because every night after closing time, he would make him chicken soup. Hence the name: Soups. He'd throw some leftover meat – he knew chicken was Soup's favorite – in leftover soup, along with some leftover pasta, rice or bread, and put it outside in a plastic box. Soups loved the leftover chicken soups. It always tasted delicious, but none tasted like the other.
Some days, Soups knew he could afford to wait until evening for his main dish, the soup, to be served, sometimes along with a short pat on the head from the chef's tired hand. But some days, the chef didn't work, so Soups walked between the tables on the terrace looking for guests accidentally drop
A Sacrifice (Dio x Aya: Mad Father)Aya sighed heavily, taking the stained gloves off of her hands and placing them into a sink filled with clear water that turned a deep red colour as soon as the gloves came into contact with it. Shifting her gaze from the desk at the side of the room, Maria watched as the short-haired woman walked towards the east-side of the house.A Sacrifice (Dio x Aya: Mad Father)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Are you going to retire, mistress?" She asked, standing up from her desk; knocking over a few papers. Aya nodded slowly and smiled widely at her adoptive mother.
"Ma, my name is Aya not mistress." The dark-haired woman stated, using the nickname she had given the former maid for the past nine years. She could never call Maria 'mother' as it felt out of place however she also knew that when she escaped from the mansion and decided to live with her father's assistant, who became her guardian and eventually her adoptive mother, that saying her name would be disrespectful. Aya opened the door to the hall and looked back at the older woman who bowed her head in
Mad Father Fanfic. (Aya x Dio) -Part 5- The EndingMad Father Fanfic. (Aya x Dio) -Part 5- The Ending2 years ago in Drama More Like This
I had to move on... I headed to the cafeteria. There was a boy there. He kept saying he was hungry. He looked really weak. (Maybe I can cook something for him)
I cut some meat and fried it and there you have it! A nice piece of fried ham. I took the plate to him.
"Do you want this?"
"Ah, smells like my favorite fried ham! Mm.. so good!" He said while eating with a big smile on his face.
"Not quite to mom's standards, but it was pretty tasty! I ain't had a bite to eat since I was locked up here. I was starvin'."
"Maria always brought food down to the basement.. Didn't you have that?"
"Everyone else was getting food, but me.. I was always unwanted... No use and just pissed people off, so I was abandoned."
I felt bad for him.. I looked down.
"Have this., He said handing me a napkin. His face caught a bright red blush.
As thanks for giving me good food"
I took the napkin and he disappeared..
I went to the T corridor and met Mr. Ogre there.
My 'Awesome' Pen Pal (Prussia x Reader) Chapter 9My 'Awesome' Pen Pal (Prussia x Reader) Chapter 92 years ago in Romance More Like This
The next day seemed like any other. The children were playing outside in the snow, laughing and having a good time, while the birds sung around them. Everything is just-.
"Luddy~! I'm starving!!"
"Bruder, vill you just calm down! I'm making your breakfast right now, gott!"
"Danke bruder!" Ludwig growled in annoyance as he tried to finish making breakfast. Gilbert was still bed ridden because not only has he received several cuts and bruises, but he also (somehow) pulled a muscle when he tried to get away from the thugs. So now he had to lie in bed for several more days until his leg healed. When Ludwig told his brother this little bit of information, Gilbert literally smiled like the Grinch when he plotted the destruction of Christmas. To say Ludwig wasn't nervous or frightened was a complete and utter lie. 
"I'm coming, just keep your gott damned pants on!" Gilbert smirked widely at his brothers irritation as you sweat drop
Gir's PoemGir's Poem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Spinning round and round all day!
Finding things that smell real bad!
Lunch with pig and then gotta go!
Oh, what a life.
Taquitos! Taquitos! everyday!
People laugh at things i say!
OOH and AHH and Sammich are a few.
I love my cupcake more than you!
Oh, what a life.
Roll on the floor for a bit, k?
Shoot a sammich out of my brain!
Cry when my piggy is gone.
Dance when the music comes on.
Oh, what a life!
Living After DeathHow can you describe my life right now?Living After Death1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Boring? No, that isn't quite the word that fits...
I guess it can be a little boring at times but what else is there to do where I am?
Apart from watching over people the only other thing to do is just lying down and staring into the ever-cloudy skies.
Huh, what do I mean?
N-No! I'm not a stalker, where did you get that idea?
...I guess I should go into more depth about where I am before I start talking but I was hoping you would have guessed by now.
My name...? I can't tell you that, I honestly cannot remember it so you can just call me what everyone else here does; Dio.
Now that you know my name, I'll tell about my time in Heaven.
However there will be a large gap-- hey, don't worry, you'll be able to tell where it is-- because I presume that you already know my part played in the curse and in the mansion; helping Aya escape...I guess the part after the curse comes later so you will just have to wait.
But, anyway, have you heard of Heave
Mad Father Fanfic. (Aya x Dio) - Part 4Mad Father Fanfic. (Aya x Dio) - Part 42 years ago in Drama More Like This
I felt like I had to do it... I reached a toilet. Walked along and saw a key in one of the toilets. I had to find something to take the key, because getting my hand in the toilet would be just gross... I got back to the passage and noticed an old man, standing still, pointing in a direction. I followed the direction and found a secret passage to another lab. Even though someone is trying to stop me from finding the truth, another person is helping me. I hope I'll succeed in this quest of mine. What could I do? I checked the lab to see if I could find anything useful. Anything at all. There were a bunch of crates but only after exploring the rest of the lab I got the idea of destroying the crates with my awesome mini chainsaw. Inside one of them was a pair of forceps. I know where I'll use them! To the toilet! I took the key out and washed it. This way it was more.. well, less gross. I used the key to get into some kind of prison. It was something in the first cell, trying to get out
GangsterHe was full of [broken] promise[s]Gangster3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
[rain checks and train wrecks]
He had a thick [suit of] skin
made by [others'] scars
from vicious [love and] wa[regret]s
[that he can not remember]
He was [not] a man,
[just a boy] with a bright star
and his impressive, three piece
pinstripe suit [of skin],
with double-breasted pockets
[to hold hearts that don't fit in his glove box]
and hand stitching along the lines of his brand new sleeves.
Mias and Elle - Chapter 9Elle lay on her back in an awkward position and uncomfortable silence only broken by her occasional gasps of air. It felt as though her innards were twisting around inside of her, and it was making her nauseous; Mias made her nauseous, at least, she hoped that it was nausea.Mias and Elle - Chapter 93 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Cheeks burning red, lips swollen and tingling, she stared blankly at the ceiling. She wished that she could get in a calming breath to centre herself, but it was proving difficult what with the painful pounding in her chest. Dragging her bottom lip between her teeth, she rubbed her forehead with the palms of her hands. This was becoming a habit of her body to go into this strange panic whenever Mias got so dangerously close.
Bored, and having nothing better to do, and liking the idea of being washed of the contact of Mias, she ran a bath. With no intention of relaxing, especially considering what had just happened not making her feel very safe letting her guard down, she made it quick. Before lathering herself up,
AmericaxReader: It's an OmenFuck.AmericaxReader: It's an Omen3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Running, all you could so was running. But just when you were about to stop, ground crashed itself suddenly under your feet and you started to fall.
How many times?
Then you saw it. The person was flying just in front of you. That face, which was your worst nightmare. A ten-year old looking girl with hair pulled into two braids. Her face was emotionless. She was holding a black box, which she slowly opened with too pale, almost white hand Inside on black little pillow laid a silver knife. Its handle was wooden, but it was shining like crystal. The blade was sharp and unnaturally shining. Subconsciously your hand moved forward to took the knife and you studied it with hazy eyes. It was extremely beautiful. It would look good with red color. How about covering it with something that had that dye?
The girl watched as you smiled evilly and looked with no emotions as you stabbed yourself into your heart and admired the color of your own blood. It is gorgeous, you th
AmericaXReader"Alfred is awesome!" you yelled, as you ran down the street, you didn't mind doing the dare. But still you wanted revenge.AmericaXReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
As you ran back to the country's front yard, you tripped over a rock, and made a face as the element of surprise took you from behind. You made a low "umft" sound as you hit the snow covered ground.
"Ah!" Alfred laughed, "Dude Kodak moment, you should of seen your face!" he paused to wipe his eyes, then went on. "It-was-priceless!" you got up off the ground, and dusted off your jeans. You stood there, watching Al in his fit of laughter. He began to flail his arms, so you backed away but it wasn't far enough. Alfred's right arm headed towards your face, and hit you hard on the nose. Hot tears spilled from your eyes, and rolled down your cheeks. Red drops of blood fell from your nose, and stained the snow like red wine. Alfred stopped laughing and looked at you, his expression quickly turned from humorous to terrified.
"_-____?" he began, but you dashed away bef
BULLY OC SHEET: BlankBULLY OC SHEET: Blank3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
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Set Age -
Certified Birthdate -
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Chinese Zodiac -
Aliases & Preferred Nicknames (explain how they got them or who they got them from)
Distant Descendants :
Dominant Descendants :
Hair Color -
Eye Color -
Typical Clothing Wear : (explain use for all outfits)
Distinguishing Features/Scars/ or Birthmarks
Frequently Worn Jewelry:
Current Living Arrangements -
Originated from -
Traveled Territories -
*Previously: (if you're characters haven't changed their religion delete both the Previously and Currently text.)
*Currently: (if you're characters haven't changed their religion delete both the Previously and Currently text.)
Despicable Me FanFic Chp. 2Despicable Me,Despicable Me FanFic Chp. 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 2: Suprise Visit
I sighed frustratedly, pushing up my glasses with my index finger. I knew that I had to do this, it was difficult but how else was I supposed to stay on top? I pressed my pencil against the paper and when the lead broke, I flung it across the room almost hitting my sister in the face. She looked at me frightened, I shrugged my shoulders as an apology. She rolled her eyes irritatedly and continued with her homework, I pushed myself away from my desk, tempted to set the homework that rested upon it on fire.
"I heard that you didn't pay attention in class today, again." Said Sam, glaring at my back, "Any reason for that?"
SmilesSometimes my life wont be what it seems.Smiles2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Masked behind stories and broken old dreams.
Ignorance is only bliss to those who dont know
Leaving me to bleed and suffer in this woe.
Engaged in this play that we all assume.
Safe in a fantasy till we are consumed.
Present #5.As I look out the frosty morning window,Present #5.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see not the street I knew so well,
nor the cars and houses that I passed everyday.
I see gently slopping drifts of glisening,
Fresh snow covering the world,
like a heavy white blanket.
I step outside to nothing but peace.
It's muffled even the loudest of sounds.
Thick white flakes,
like tiny stars,
drift down from the Heavens.
One lands gently on my tongue.
Gone in a flash.
Even when the sky grows dark,
the snow still sparkles.
Twinkling under the streetlamps
and far away stars.
Soon, the sun will shine.
And my peaceful snowy world
will melt away before my eyes.
But as I watch it vanish,
I know it will return.
One day, not too far from now,
I would wake up to the falling snow
My philosophyWhy do people have secrets?My philosophy5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Why do people sometimes lie to keep them?
Secrets are the result of FEAR, the more you have, the more of a coward YOU are.
Think it makes you a better person if you tell her she's not fat when she knows she's huge??
it just proves you're not an honest person, just another loser with no real character.(that's just one of many examples)
To all the pathetic people on earth:
If you think a person can't handle the fact that you're in love with him/ her, then he/she does
NOT deserve you.
If you have a problem with someone else, then SAY IT to that person, not everyone else.
...it only makes sense.
YOU live your own life, and no one else's. YOU follow your own path, no one else does, so it's
YOUR decisions and YOUR opinions that count when it has to do something with YOU. If anyone
disagrees, then they can just FUCK OFF, because you know what's best.
even if you're killing yourself with drugs or alchohol or WHO GIVES A FUCK WHAT, as long as