The First Last KissThe First Last KissThe First Last Kiss8 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
Cybernetic Connections PT. 2. (Babyfur)I wake up to Maddie staring at me, wide eyed.Cybernetic Connections PT. 2. (Babyfur)2 years 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
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 Beginning4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Morning"Seems this is farewell...... Ichigo." Rukia said, a weak smile breaking across her face.Morning5 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,
I'll Protect You - OzBertOz heard a knock at his bedroom door but just groaned.I'll Protect You - OzBert5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Gilbert came in and shifted his weight uncomfortable
"U-Uhm... Young Master?" Gilbert messed with the small blanket he had in his hands,He was wearing a button down robe that ended at his knees.
"...Yes Gil?" Oz woke up and wiped his eyes
"W-Well you see I had a nightmare..." Gilbert continued to mees with his little blanket.
"Wel there was this cat and at first it looked innocent,but still scary so I just ignored it...THEN IT CHASED ME! A-And so I woke up and I ran over here and once I was at your door I realized miss Kate would be mad I was up I wasn't sure whether to come in here or not... I-I didn't really mean to wake you up..." Gilbert stuttered.
Oz placed his hand on Gil's cheek gently and smiled,"It's alright no big cat will chase you,I'll protect you."
Gilbert blushed but just looked away.
Oz took the blanket and placed it over Gilberts shoulders then pulled Gilbert down using the blanket.
Gilbert fell his
Log - LithuaniaHis hands are trembling.Log - Lithuania5 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
Fading Flickering FaultsFading Flickering Faults3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The flickering lights,
then dim and faint were they
as the water rose.
joined by the falling drops
from storm descending
down with a lifeless energy.
Upward came each splash,
and back down with a dying sound.
At random was the already spontaneous
of every moment in the life
of every last drop.
So blended now, in the ripples
with the ever uneasy waters.
Like the flickering lights,
did their time become dim and faint.
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 Boulet5 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
KidKid:Kid3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I enter the classroom and look around
I sit at my desk and stare at the floor
Nobody here ever tries to talk to me
and I can't really talk to them
I usually wait for class to begin
But ten minutes can feel like an eternity
I wish I could pop in my earphones
But they cut them in half yesterday...
Sometimes I hear them talking about me
But the words are always the same
They say it so much that I start to believe;
That I'm really what they say I am
Ugly, fat, stupid, beast;
These are the lightest words that they use
I wonder why they have to do it to me
But I don't know what it's like to be normal
Lunchtime is usually not so bad
I try to keep to myself wherever I can
It didn't work so well today though
Because they noticed me sitting in the corner
The biggest one in the group decides to approach me
His words sound like he's speaking in tongues
My heart seizes up and I'm too scared to react
So he ends up pouring milk over my head
My Prim, I Just Want My PrimButtercupMy Prim, I Just Want My Prim5 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
SometimesSometimes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes I wish I was dead
Sometimes I want to change the past
Sometimes I regret
And sometimes I'm hurt
Sometimes I smile
Sometimes I cry
Sometimes I Hate
And sometimes I'm emotional
Sometimes I wish
Sometimes I hope
sometimes I dream
And sometimes I crawl
But in the end
I'm still me
And if you want to change that
Then I got two words for you
Transgender By StarlightTransgender By Starlight3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the mirror stands a beautiful
smiles and waves with
grace and poise.
A satin black dress
hugs every curve,
like a boa constrictor
wraps around its favourite meal.
gives a little show,
turning on a heal.
One smooth twirl.
But the fabric falls too quickly,
Arriving at the party
excited to mingle.
eyes follow the moving bodies.
longs to fit in
with the other curves.
hips begin to sway.
begging for the music
A tap on
turns to see
the eyes of fate.
"can it be at me?"
The music still plays
begins to swoon.
has no clue.
Their bodies move as one
as the dance carries on.
The sun begins to set
Maybe Winter isn't so Bad?Gilbert sighed as he watched the snow fall another incredibly snowy day and Oz wanted him to...Maybe Winter isn't so Bad?5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"C'mon! Gilbert!!!" He tugged at one of Gils arms,"please?"
Gilbert looked down at the desperate child he was already dressed in his snow clothes.
"Gil!" Oz whined.
The sound of his name on Ozs lips made him blush and he wasn't quite sure why it always did...he chose to ignore it.
Gilbert finally gave in and followed Oz outside,right when he stepped outside he felt a shiver,so cold...
Gil heard a splat as he saw Oz faceplanted into the snow.
"Oz!" Gil sounded alarmed.
"It's perfectly fine Gil!" Oz got up onto his knees,the snow really was deep.
"It's snow so it doesn't hurt!" Oz smiled up at Gil.
Gilbert bent down showing a gentle,yet worried, smile as he reached down to place his hand on Ozs cheek,"But isn't it cold?"
Oz blushed Gil smile was beautiful and kind,"Not anymore,because Gils hand and presence is so warm..." Oz leaned a bit more into the hand.
Gil blushed an
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
A Special Happy BirthdayA Special Happy Birthday:A Special Happy Birthday3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your birthday is a special day,
It comes but once a year.
And so I've made this little poem
For those that I hold dear.
You've lived and grown another year
And now you've come of age.
It is time for you to show yourself
Upon this worldly stage.
Some are artists, some are troops
Some are sportsmen throwing hoops.
Some are writers, some are bad,
Some might be the best we've had
Others are fixers, others will fax
A gamer might use some mighty hacks;
There is a plethora of choices for you,
So do what in your heart is true.
But for today let us just have fun
Rock the world and then be done.
For a birthday comes but once a year
And yours my friend is finally here!
"Happy Birthday to you, I wish you all the best and may all your wishes come true."
-From Chen Yuan Wen, to all the November birthday kids, 5th November 2012
There is no beauty in love.Love isn't beautiful.There is no beauty in love.7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love isn't lilacs and roses and chocolate truffles of every flavor.
It isn't for the weak, nor is it for those unable to support themselves.
Love isn't finding someone to complete you.
Love isn't finding money on the street.
Love isn't trendy nor sexy nor fun.
It's about as thrilling as a car crash.
Love is a virus.
It crawls inside you like a parasite, sucks on your soul like a sadistic disease.
It warps your desires and twists your thoughts until you depend upon it, need it, thrive on it.
Without it, you lose yourself bit by bit to your addiction as if it were nicotine wrapped in white, lit and smoking.
Without it, you can no longer breathe.
Without it, you stay awake all through the long and lonely nights, hoping and praying that one day you'll be good enough.
Love brings lies and tears and depression and sadness.
Love brings jealousy.
Love brings lust.
Lust that'll eat you up as if it were a ravenous, drunken lover.
More, it'll say.
And more you'll
2p Canada x reader. Werewolf? Part 22p Canada x reader. Werewolf? Part 23 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
Bacon.Sizzling, salty, yet sublime,Bacon.3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
yours is a flavor most divine.
A royal treat of humble reign,
enjoyed by all who ache with pain.
Fatty grease licked off of fingers,
has a taste so exquisite it surely lingers.
With a crunch, a moan, and lastly a swallow,
bacon is still delectable without a trace of marrow.
Cycle Of Nightmares.Cycle Of Nightmares.3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Like an angel's footfalls, tapping on the rooftops,
The gentle patter of the rain, I listen to it lain in bed.
It sends me to sleep, as I wonder if it ever stops,
Then I fall prey, to all the things that sleep in my head.
Those angels that I so fear, land on the rooftops,
Laughing with malice, as they see that I am in bed.
As they laugh at my sleeping form, my heart stops,
As I wake, I realise that it was all just in my head.
I listen to the rain, as it falls on these rooftops,
I sigh and begin to relax, as I lay back down in bed.
That gentle rain sends me to sleep again, it never stops,
Once again, I fall prey to the things that lurk in my head.
A cycle of nightmares, thanks to the rain on the rooftops,
But at least I am asleep for once, as I am lain in my bed.
Rain lulls me asleep to nightmares, the cycle never stops,
I will always just fall prey, to the things that are in my head.
Resignation Ch.1"Shroomy! Where are you?"Resignation Ch.14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
PK stepped out from behind her sales stall after making her last exchange with a small Rescuer Pachirisu. Evening was approaching, which meant that it was time to close up shop for the day. "Shroomy, we need to count today's profits!" she called out, stepping inside the Merchants' HQ. He had to be in there somewhere! Unfortunately, the only one outside of the private quarters was Sandy, PK's freely-hired Deino assistant, lying comfortably on the ground.
"Sandy! Have you seen Shroomsworth? He's usually ready to count profits by now..." PK noted with minor concern.
Sandy lifted her head and peered toward Shroomsworth's private quarters. "I saw him go in there a few hours ago." She then let her head lazily droop back down, likely closing her eyes... if she had any. It was hard to tell.
PK reeled in shock. "A few HOURS?! Has he been slacking off in his room for that long?!" This wouldn't do at all! She marched right up to that lazy Breloom's door, raising a claw t
PewDieCry: Bro DateHappy Valentine’s Day bro!! The message over Skype blinked on Cry’s computer screen grabbing the American’s attention.PewDieCry: Bro Date2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Yeah yeah, happy Valentine’s Day to you too I suppose.. He wrote back less enthused.
Cry watched the little pencil icon scribble around as he waited for Pewdie to message him back.
What’s the matter bro? D:
Cry let out a heavy sigh as he typed:
Eh, Valentine’s isn’t much of a single’s guys holiday, y’know?
Cry waited to see if the Swede was going to reply back, but after a while and no signs of a reply, he assumed the conversation was over and began mindlessly browsing the internet.
A minute or so had passed before Cry heard the familiar bleep from Skype, then another, and another, and finally a last one.
Go to all the links, keep them all open bro : D
Cry hesitantly clicked the first link, and it brought him to a YouTube video of a simple fireplace with a fire burning bright
B e a u t i f u l.Tears roll down her cheeksB e a u t i f u l.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and he kisses them away lovingly;
she flinches warily from his touch.
He takes her chin between his fingers,
turning her face up to his own.
Don't look at me.
Her beautiful blue eyes swim.
He is confused.
Why not, darling?
A sob wracks her body,
along with a fresh wave of tears.
His eyes fill with loving concern.
You're not ugly.
He leans closer -
a soft gasp escapes her -
their faces inches apart.
You're beautiful, baby.
He kisses her soft lips,
and for the first time in her life
she feels utterly beautiful.
We're Not the Ringlings--C.Please, please say you’ll never let me go.We're Not the Ringlings--C.1 year 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