Okiku's End....And BeginningThe laughter of young fillies echoed in the small village. It was a humble place. The entire establishment nestled in a valley of snow, surrounded by tall mountains, majestic in their heights. Winter had come once more to the small village, the ponies bustling about in their preparations. Okiku ran about with the other fillies her age, cantering with delight as the proud parents watched. Childhood innocence. As pure as the gentle snowflakes beginning to fall upon the happy scene. If only time could stand still for just a moment and capture that happiness. Sadly, time must move forward in it's inexorable march towards the very end. The children at play paused as quickly as their parents as an unusual tremor was felt under hoof. The questioning silence quickly turned to murmurs of fright. A large group of bandits were rapidly descending upon the village, wildly sounding a cry for battle. The screams of terror echoed as franticly the mothers ran to their homes, grabbing their childern toOkiku's End....And Beginning3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Log - LithuaniaHis hands are trembling.Log - Lithuania3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He is used to it by now; they tremble all the time. From the cold, from the hunger, from the grief. There hasn't been a day in months that had passed without his hands shaking like leaves. But his hands are trembling, and it makes it difficult to wrap the dark green threadbare scarf around his neck and jam his hands into his worn gloves.
Lithuania rolls up his sleeping bag slowly, stuffing it into his knapsack. Stiff snow cracks under his heavy boots as he stands, pulling his bag onto his back over his bulky winter coat. His breath fans out around his face like a cloud as he pushes long, greasy hair away from his face so he can study the thick undergrowth of pine trees surrounding him.
He knows he is going the right way; he feels drawn like iron to a magnet to his homeland. But he still has no idea where he is, only that he is in some forgotten forest in the middle of winter and he hasn't eaten in two days because he ran out of canned food.
The forest is much t
Morning"Seems this is farewell...... Ichigo." Rukia said, a weak smile breaking across her face.Morning4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Seems so." Ichigo replied solemnly. Rukia drew near Ichigo, he leaned in slightly.
"Tell everyone.... I give them my best." Ichigo said as his voice grew shaky.
"Okay....." Rukia whispered. She examined Ichigo's eyes. 'They've grown so weak.' She thought. 'Were they so weak in Hueco Mundo? No.... Could it be his powers? He seemed fine without them. So what is it? Could it be? Does he really....?' Rukia's mind was racing, but she was pulled out of her thoughts by Ichigo's voice.
"Bye, Rukia." Rukia tried to respond, but her lips were frozen. She tried so hard to stifle her own tears, she couldn't move. She paid close attention to Ichigo's eyes, and when she saw the almost imperceptible change, she knew that was it. Rukia couldn't hold back anymore. The tears began to flow, as did the rain once again. Ichigo covered his eyes with his hand.
"Thank you." He said with a forced smile. Rukia,
AutisticYes I said it, I'm autisticAutistic2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not more then you and not less
I think the same as you, sometimes a bit simplistic
I even slightly like, that I must confess
Sometimes people say I'm retarded
I let them do it, I don't care
I might be the person who is disregarded
When I get insulted I only stare
I know the truth
I'm no different from anybody else
Though I might have had a different youth
I will never change
That's something I know for sure
I think that it would be quite strange
I will stick to who I am
We can change what we stand for, but not who we are
The First Last KissThe First Last KissThe First Last Kiss7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
All of Petes senses snapped to attention at once like a shock running up his spine and he raked in a ragged gasp. He sat bolt up and looked around, disoriented, as his heart thumped painfully against his ribcage. Quick breathing sounded almost like whimpers in the sparse hotel room. It was like every nerve in his body was twitching with anxiety. After a few more minutes of silence, punctured only by his slowing gasps, Pete closed a hand over his slightly damp face finally recognizing his surroundings. His eyes slid shut and he fell back onto the soft bed relief beginning to flood his system.
Oh thank god he groaned, a small smile forming on his lips despite the residual squeezing his heart was being subjected to. The hotel room, though sparse, was nothing less than plush as he and the other members of the touring band had decided that in this city they would live it up by taking separate lavish rooms. Pete looked over to the clock on his beds
Le BouletDans notre chère société cébéienne (du mot cébé, ChatBox NDLR), un membre à la réflexion très honorable nous a permis de faire une réflexion profonde sur le boulet. En effet, dans ce temps où le monde est assez fou, le boulet se démocratise et peuple les endroits même les plus conviviaux. Nous allons donc observer les différentes caractéristiques du boulet et en observer les conséquences sur la société.Le Boulet4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Tout d'abord, le boulet est reconnaissable par son orthographe : il écrit en langage texto, couramment utilisé sur les portables et utilise des expressions telles que « lol », « mdr » ou encore « ptdr ». Il s'est donc vu attribué le surnom de « kikoolol » par le peuple populaire. [oui oui, ça se dit !].
Prenons donc un exemple, d'un boulet qui souhaite rester anonyme mais qui a quand même accepté gentiment de témoigner
His Butler, Hosting*Setting: Ouran Academy (yes I thought this would be a fun crossover) with our same cast with the temporary additions of Sebastian and Ciel. Just to make things clear.*His Butler, Hosting3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Seven months, that's how long I have to live in this hell that I've been shipped to. When the offer to expand my family's toy company outward to Japan I thought I'd just be in fancy hotels eating raw fish until the seven months were up. But no, somehow I managed to be enrolled into the apparently prestigious high school academy, Ouran.
Now the school itself isn't bad, the aesthetics are fairly decent although not to my taste and the academics seem fairly good. It's not a bad place to spend four years of your life but seeing as I am a business man and not some silly high school student, this place may as well be a primary school with finger paint on the walls. Even then I'd stand a better chance on talking my way out of that situation, but sadly I have one set of eyes on me at all times.
My butler, Sebastian Michaelis, i
Cybernetic Connections PT. 2. (Babyfur)I wake up to Maddie staring at me, wide eyed.Cybernetic Connections PT. 2. (Babyfur)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Nnnngh..... Why are you looking at me like that?”
“W-what h-happened to you?”
I worked my way out of the blanket, then looked at my paw- Wait a minute..... What the heck? Whats with my paws? What are these big stubby things doing here?
“You tell me, I dont know either.” I said, honestly confused.
She picked me up, and carried me into the bathroom. As soon as she picked me up, I knew something wasnt right. My limbs seemed in the wrong positions, and the positions that her arms were at weren't where they were yesterday.
“Look in the mirror.... you seem to look like one of the My Little Pony toys on the shelf in there..... just a different color, and different hairstyle....”
and freak out.
“Oh my GOD, WHAT HAPPENED TO ME?!?!” I start shaking, then crying, shocked and scared from how I see myself in the mirror.
She runs into the kitchen, hugging me tight. “Sssh, sss
My Prim, I Just Want My PrimButtercupMy Prim, I Just Want My Prim4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I look for Prim, she is not here.
Instead is the girl with the braid and grey eyes.
I hiss, my back arched and she looks at me, deep in thought.
She says she's not here, I hiss.
If she's not here then where is she?
She says her name and I meow, raising my ears.
Is she here after all?
That's when the girl starts yelling and throwing things at me.
I jump out of the way.
I just want Prim.
My Prim, the one that loves me. Who accepts me.
I notice now she is crying.
Strong girl with the braid and grey eyes is crying?
She never cries.
What has happened to my Prim?
"She's dead." She chokes out and falls unconscious.
No, this isn't true.
But the girl doesn't lie. Not about Prim.
I wail again.
As she crawls into bed hours later, I guard her.
Prim would want that.
I sit quietly the next morning as she cleans my cuts; just as Prim would do each morning with no complain.
I meow quietly as she pulls out a thorn, trying to be gentle.
But no one will ever be as gentle a
Another mistakeI’ve been drinking a lotAnother mistake1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Filling empty bottles with what you forgot
I’ve been crying in vain
The smile on my face is just to hide the pain
I’ve been thinking of you
Did you know I have feelings too?
So I tell you to go
And leave me alone
I don’t care about love
I don’t care anymore
I’ve been patient
I’ve been kind
I was stupid
Yeah, love is blind
But now I rest
You’ve ever done
‘Cause I won’t drink,
‘Cause I won’t cry,
You are another mistake
In the book of my life.
Don't forget, I won'tIf all the light was goneDon't forget, I won't1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And we were engulfed by darkness
Would you shine once more
Bestowing peace to the hopeless?
If all the love was sold,
Sold for mere gold
Would you show me again
How to be better than that?
If all my smiles were broken,
Replaced with tears
Would you do the unspoken
Chase away my fears?
If all of a sudden I went blind
And felt lost, like a stray
With your heart ever so kind
Would you show me the way?
I know you won’t understand
Because I can’t tell you just yet
No matter the time, or place that we stand
No matter the distance, please don’t forget
I don’t want you to cry
Everything will be alright
You have the most beautiful eyes:
Eyes like light,
Eyes like love,
Eyes like smiles.
Eyes from all colors
And all those colors tell me a story
Of all the things you can do
You are amazing the way you are
Don’t forget this, I won’t forget it too.
HetaliaXReader Life at the World Academy chapter 1HetaliaXReader Life at the World Academy chapter 11 year ago in Romance More Like This
"So, this is the World Academy." ______ said as she walked through the large gates of her college. Walking through the large gates, she could already see the town-like campus. ______ looked around while she rolled her suit case through the streets.
The World Academy, a college, nothing much to it. It was a college where people from all around the world would come and attend. Usually, this collage has five year terms, unless someone came in and had en excuse to join a certain class to graduate in, that was ______'s excuse. The college itself was located in Italy, a far way away from _____'s home in America where she lived with her sister, aunt, and cousin before she came here.
"Let's see.... I'm supposed to find the front office and pick up my uniforms there. I'm also going to find my dorm house." _____ muttered. She continued to walk through the busy campus streets. There were plenty of shops, cafés, plenty of things to keep people busy.
"_____? Is that you?!" A voice asked from behind
AndrogynousAndrogynous4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why can't I be accepted the way I am?
Free to be me in this skin I'm in
I'm in the middle, and I've never felt better.
I wish I could be free to wear
Baggy boy jeans
Tight girl jeans
Cotton boy shirts
Soft girl blouses
I wish I could switch between my genitals, or simply have one.
I wish I could shrink these tumors on my chest.
I wish people could help me feel more comfortable about being me.
For so many things that can never be.
If you just let me be me, it would be so much easier.
Stop seeing only the outside of my body, and look into the inside of my heart.
He, She. I'm ME!
So stop your judgments and hatred, accept me as I am.
Because I'm not changing or going anywhere soon.
Because Love is THISShall I rest? Yes, rest. Let life whirl like a one-way tide… slowly. Love is passion, even dead.Because Love is THIS1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When it stops, tired, at dawn with secrets about everything, I find nothing inside of me to make me miss you.
Indeed, aimlessly with no place to go, as if compelled by the nature, I should rest. Yes, even if there’s no peace.
I see you. Yes I see you bowing to the wind and it embraces you in storms of affection. Sunrise. Passion is love, at times when I fall asleep, I forget those nights when everything was burning as if the fire could dance.
Surely without fear, without compromise, with only the virtue of my dreams, I will never run away.
I see this. Yes, because love is this.
Romano x Reader: I Must Be Dreaming (song fic)He thinks I’m crazyRomano x Reader: I Must Be Dreaming (song fic)3 months ago in Romance More Like This
Judging by the faces that he’s making
You were sitting across from your best-friend Lovino Vargas at the lunch table. You were explaining to him to plot of your favorite manga. It’s a little strange, you admit, there’s the whole Japanese culture disconnect that makes it seem really weird to foreigners. Lovino wrinkles his nose. Then screws up his mouth into a strange pout. Then his eyes widen as you explain more of the plot.
“Why the hell-a would you read something like-a that?” he grumbles, digging into his hand-made pizza. He’s not making eye contact with you anymore.
You lower your eyes down to cafeteria-bought lunch and sigh. It looks even less appetizing than it did before Lovino asked what you were reading during study hall. Considering it looks like it’s more mystery than meat, that’s really saying something.
“Aww, you’re the color of a tomato, (y/n),” You hear a Spanish v
2p Canada x reader. Werewolf? Part 22p Canada x reader. Werewolf? Part 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You explained to Matthew that you were a werewolf hunter and that Jake was basically your partner in crime.
Now you were in bed with Matthews arms around you waist....how did i get into this mess?
"So...im kinda amazed you haven't pumped his ass full of lead yet." Matthew whispered into your ear.
"Why does it matter to you?"
"Well 1 he's a wolf 2 he's a possessive asshole and 3 he's a dick."
"Okay just because i am sharing my bed with you now does not mean i am going to fall for you. So shut your trap, let go of me and let me fricken sleep!"
"Well thats not my fault since Mr. Princess down stairs took my room and his lackeys took what ever room was left in your house. Those fat asses even took the couch!"
yes thats right, Jake was worried about your safety so basically he declared himself your new roommate. So now Not only was Matthew quarantined to your house due to circumstances, but you also had a house full of wild horny wolf men watching your every move . Shit.
You turned around i
Is It So UnfairIs It So Unfair2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is it so wrong
that I want to find a love
like in the movies
the kind you wish for
in day dreams
but in this society
our dreams were torn by reality
how can I believe this
that my love has been restricted
and denied and scorned and battered
and by who?
people who claim to know the ways of the heart
and believe they can create the best world for us
by creating a living hell for us
do they not know
that love isn't about the body
making her smile when she's sad
and hugging her
burying my head in the crease of her shoulder
laughing loudly and holding hands
it's when I can't live with out her
I'd do anything for her
isn't that right?
love isn't bound by holy words
or disdained looks
its a freedom that burns and yearns
for the chance with another
who can see what you see
and help share the burden of this world
it's the love of her
accepting me for who I am
what I am, a woman
so to all those out there
with butchered voices
and broken eyes
who have to quietly hide
don't let society
Nightfall [Hetalia: Germany x Reader]You shifted uncomfortably in bed as Ludwig continued to try but with no avail, get the power back on. It'd been snowing for a while, and since the five inches you had trudged through earlier, you weren't sure how much snow had fallen on top of it. The cold you got from being outside for so long still had its aftereffects on you; your nose was a touch of red, your hair disheveled and your eyes still half-closed—after all, you were pretty lethargic, and as proof you yawned about every ten minutes or so. You turned around to open the curtains just a peek to check up on the situation outside; the snow plowing trucks still hadn't come around yet, and it was building up pretty thick on the windowsill.Nightfall [Hetalia: Germany x Reader]2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You lay back down, and stared at the clock's second hand tick slowly. It was almost nine o' clock. A plate of little brown crumbs with flecks of frosting sat abandoned on the dresser, Gilbert was asleep curled up next to your feet on the king-sized bed, while the cats purred and did whatever ca
The Doctor and YouThe Doctor and You4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's late at night and you can't sleep
It's late at night and you can't sleep. It's not that you aren't tired, in fact, you are downright exhausted, it's just that after everything your mind just won't settle down.
Sitting up on the edge of your bed, the room the TARDIS has given you suddenly feels cold and alien- even though it is an exact replica of the room you have back home. It's just that time of night and the frustration in your exhausted body that makes the normally homey place anything but.
You find yourself fighting back tears of frustration and you feel trapped. You are on a ship that can go anywhere and you can go no where. You can't even escape your tangled thoughts in the sweet shelter of sleep.
The room is colder than normal, you are sure of it, and when your bare feet touch the floor it seems like the TARDIS is intentionally trying to make you uncomfortable with the frigid temperature of the floorboards.
Wandering out into the hall, you find yourself somehow in the kitc
We're Not the Ringlings--C.Please, please say you’ll never let me go.We're Not the Ringlings--C.2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
We’re performers (not sure if that’s good though),
Swinging high, flying low,
Dancing around, static love.
Double-talking with multiple meanings in one language.
On the trapeze of a