Esmeralda HodgkinLonelinessEsmeralda Hodgkin1 year ago in Settings More Like This
I drifted along the hallway trying to clear my mind of the chaos and confusion that had enveloped me. My legs seemed weightless but my mind heavy with the worries and insecurities my life was so full of. I stopped dead still and listened to the silence I was always buried in and tried to reassure myself but it was pointless, my confidence was so bruised I felt as though I may never recover.
My name is Esmeralda Hodgkin and I was alone, bar my mother Lady Rosalind Hodgkin and father Lord George Hodgkin and an insufficient number of maids for such a large house as was ours. Our acres stretched far and wide; fields spread in every direction for as far as the eye can see and for a long time, such a long time, I thought that's all there ever was. I knew only of that grand house I have come to despise and the people that inhabit it. Although I have a wild curious nature and a thirst for knowledge that much exceeded my mother's expectations and father's compassion, they were still
Daria fanfic part 3Daria returned home before her parents and sat down to Lasagne with her family.Daria fanfic part 31 year ago in Humor More Like This
"How was your first day, girls?" asked Helen, before she was interrupted by her phone.
Quinn went on to answer despite the phone call; however Daria read the newspaper without answering and as soon as she'd eaten enough of her dinner she excused herself and ran up to her bedroom. After Jane's company her own bedroom felt lonely, derelict, blank, plain, boring and lifeless. Daria knew she had to stop herself thinking before she started listing adjectives and comparing them to her own sad life. She sat down on her own bed and picked up her own copy of the collected works of Edgar Allen Poe.
"Daria," Helen interjected. Daria looked over to the door, realised she was lying down again on her grey bed in her grey, dreary room and sat up.
"You can come in," she said, holding back her sigh. Helen opened the door and sat next to Daria, affectionately.
"How did your first day go, sweetie? Did you make any friends?" s
Daria fan fiction part 2Sentenced to self-esteem class for the low enthusiasm and cynicism shown in the test, Daria was thrown into another boring and seemingly pointless school life, this time at Lawndale high. Daria sat in Mr O'Neill's class and listened indifferently to his speech.Daria fan fiction part 21 year ago in Humor More Like This
"You have to realise your actuality," he said to a class of apathetic students.
"What do you mean, sir?" Daria asked, coolly.
"He doesn't know what he means. I've taken this class three times and he doesn't know what he's talking about; he just says it cause he's told to," the girl from earlier, Jane, told her quietly. Mr O'Neill bumbled a thrown together answer and carried on with his mutterings.
Daria caught up with Jane on the way back to her house and to the surprise of both of them they started talking. "I know all of the answers to th
Daria fanfiction part 4Daria sat with Jane in silence until she convinced herself that Jane couldn't possibly want her there.Daria fanfiction part 41 year ago in Humor More Like This
"I'll leave if you want- if you want to be alone," Daria told her quietly. She was torn between whether her statement was selfish or whether it would be a great relief for her new friend.
"No, please stay, Daria," Jane insisted immediately. Daria nodded and sipped her coffee again. "Do you want some food?" Daria asked, aware Jane hadn't eaten any of her pizza.
"No," Jane said morosely, food was the last thing on her mind; a mind that swelled with loss.
"Are you sure? I can get some from my house if you want. When was the last time you ate?" Daria persisted.
"I don't I just don't know, Daria," Jane replied, angrily. Her heart was shattering right in front of her best friend but neither of them could do anything to contain the metaphorical explosion; instead Jane returned her head to her hands and covered her pain from Daria.
"I understand." Daria tried comfortingly, "I'm go
The NightThe Night3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In the night
The boys want to fight
On the on coming enemy
It is about to begin
The beginning of the end
Blood will be spilled
Brothers will be killed
Lives will stop
At one single shot
Young men become murderers in this forsaken night
All because the boys wanted to fight
Look to your left then to your right
What do you see
Just dead bodies with the souls set free
It was worth it i will guess
Well until you become the pest
Then your good as dead
Not even safe in your own bed
Because of this forsaken night
And because the boys went to fight
JudgedJudged2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
My poetry maybe sad sometimes
With some poor little rhymes
....But who can judge.....
The same meaning is their
So why should you care
...But you'll still judge....
No matter how good or poor
My poetry will never soar
...Because all have judged..
Why should I even try
Well because...It lets my soul fly
...But you'll still judge...
So please do not judge me
For my heart felt poetry
...Instead let your soul be free!...
The Dreams of a Burnt Soul-(Johnlock)The Dreams of a Burnt SoulThe Dreams of a Burnt Soul-(Johnlock)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
John sighed heavily in his sleep as he bit his lip. The dreams, they were coming again. He could smell him . He could sense him . He could hear his breathing. He could feel his presence. John didn't dare open his eyes. He knew, from the hundreds of other times these haunting dreams, that Sherlock would not be there when he wrenched his eyelids open. They were a weird type of dream. In the dream it was as if he was awake, yet when he opened his eyes to see him, to embrace him, it was then that would awaken.
These resplendent nightmares were a blessing and a curse for John. The first few dreams left him catatonic for days, not talking to anyone, not leaving his room, not eating. He'd lie in bed in a daze purposely, pretending to sleep. But pretending for whom he could not answer.
However, he soon learned that if he could both appreciate these moments with Sherlock and at the same time prepare for them to be ripped away, t
Daria fanfiction part 7"I'm back!" Quinn announced loudly, and proceeded straight into the kitchen. "You haven't turned all lesbian-y, have you?" she questioned, insensitively.Daria fanfiction part 71 year ago in Romance More Like This
Daria stepped back and released Jane awkwardly. Jane winced at Daria's uneasiness.
"What happened to the boy?" Jane enquired, changing the subject.
"He was so boring, I arranged another date, but it's not until tomorrow, so I'm having the fashion club over," Quinn smiled sickeningly, her high-pitched voice drilling into Daria's skull into her confused, overworking brain.
"Okay, you do that," Daria said quickly and passed them both, heading for her room, with an anxious speed. Jane closed her eyes momentarily, picked up the breakfasts she'd made and followed Daria.
"Sorry," she exploded on meeting Jane at the door, of course Daria's explosion seemed like more of a slightly sensitive indifference, but it seemed like an atomic bomb to Jane.
"I should have waited, should have explained, thanks for jumping in," Daria added and took the pla
Too soonToo soon2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I have some things to say
Before you slip away
You try to guard your heart
Because your awful part
I feel your pain
But don't let it make you lame
I say this not as a friend
Nor with advise to lend
I observe with a deeper feeling
One very more sealing
So ill look and be near
But i will fear
You will never love me
But we will wait and see
Daria fanfiction part 6Daria came back about an hour later, out of breath and flushed. "Daria, are you okay?" Jane asked with her first glance at her friend and took the bags off of her.Daria fanfiction part 61 year ago in Humor More Like This
"Yeah," Daria said, not so much flustered as wound-up, "I was practically accosted by Charles," Daria explained and relinquished the bags. Jane started to put the contents away in the kitchen whilst nodding knowingly.
"That's never a nice experience- Upchuck's the worst, what did he say?" Jane asked, concerned, she knew how secretly sensitive Daria was. Jane didn't let Daria get even a hint of her concern- it would only make her friend hide her so-called 'weaknesses' even more. Despite the suggestive and slimy confrontation Daria was still wearing her expressionless mask, if not one that was a little more jaded than usual.
"From your reaction, I'm guessing the usual. Hypothetically evocative flattery, smarmy comment, a lot of r rolling and tiger references," Daria shivered, disgusted at the memories.
"That's him, the good ol