Taking Over Me Chapter 3The next day, he was sitting at a meeting with all the countries. America, England and France were arguing as usual and Germany was getting irritated. Italy just stared at the table, not paying attention to anything. He felt a nudge on his side and he jumped. He turned to Japan, who was looking at him worriedly.Taking Over Me Chapter 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Are you okay, Italy? You've been unusually quiet," Japan said. Italy faked a cheerful smile. He needed to keep better check of his feelings. It seemed everyone noticed he was going into a depression...
"Si, I'm fine. No need to worry about me!" Italy said cheerfully and Japan smiled at him.
The rest of the meeting progressed as usual. Germany got fed up and yelled at France, England and America and got the meeting in order. Finally, the meeting ended and now Italy and Germany were walking home.
"Ah... Italy why are you crying?" Germany asked. Italy looked at him in confusion and felt his cheeks. Sure enough, his cheeks were wet from tears.
"I... I don't know," h
Darkfic - The Confrontation It was the end. He couldn't take it anymore, he simply couldn't after all that happened. All that his existence allowed to happen.Darkfic - The Confrontation2 years ago in Drama More Like This
He'd meant good, he'd meant to eliminate the issue, yet it had backfired horribly. The little control Livid had over his body, had doubled and the poor scientist's efforts were for naught.
Livid's rampaging crimes had ruined so much, caused such agony to his friends...Lalna simply couldn't live with the guilt.
He waited as his laser charged up. Ridge had erased everyone's memories, but Lalna could never forget, not while Livid reminded him of all the vile acts he'd done.
Tonight would be different, he'd finally be able to rest. He'd finally be at peace.
And so, as he waited, he sang softly to himself.
"Its over now I know inside,
No one will ever know...
The sorry tale of
And those who died..."
He sighed and looked back at his labcoat, which he'd taken off as soon as he reached the secluded castl
Is It Wrong?Is it wrong I want hold you?Is It Wrong?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tell you you're wrong?
Cuddle you tightly in my arms?
Is it wrong I want to kiss you?
Tell you you're perfect?
Let you know what you mean to me?
Is it wrong that I want to see you?
Tell you how much I care for you?
Hold your hands in mine though they're shaking?
Is it wrong that I'm falling in love with you?
Tell you that to your face?
Kiss you and never let you go?
Is it wrong?
The Italian and the FrogThe Italian and the Frog3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Italian and the Frog
A man strode through a deep red wallpapered corridor that seemed fit for Royalty. The floor was a mahogany colored wood and gold smothered the handles of the many doors that the blonde, long haired man passed in his stride. His bright blue jacket matched his eyes beautifully. His figure was shown off only slightly by how tight the belt was around his waist. As for his trousers, they were a slightly duller red to the hall's wallpaper. Black boots thudded against the wooden floor, joining the endless mumbles that arose from his throat. He finally reached the end of the corridor and was faced with a white door, laughter echoed from the room behind the white barricade. The blonde sighed, reaching for the handle slowly. His fingers twitched as he took a hold of the object and took no hesitation in swinging the door open with a force that almost pushed the door off its hinges. The man flamboyantly jumped into the room, "Bonjour Mon amis  ! I have arrived!" He decl
The 12 Pains of YogsmasThe first thing at Christmas that's such a pain to meThe 12 Pains of Yogsmas3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Is finding a Christmas tree!
Xephos: *Looking around for the perfect Christmas tree, only to see that the best ones have already been chopped down* Well damn it...
The second thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me:
Sips: *Seems to be having difficulties placing the Christmas lights around Sips.Co* Rigging up the lights.
And finding a Christmas tree
Xephos: *using his flying ring to move around, looking for a forest*
The third thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me
Lalna: *Groaning in pain and waiting for the aspirins to take affect* Hangovers...
Sips: Rigging up the lights. *he pulls at the cord to turn it on, but the cord seems to be stuck*
And finding a Christmas tree
Xephos: *was about to chop down a tree, but a creeper blows it up*
The fourth thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me:
Sjin: *writing some cards* Sending Christmas cards.
Lalna: *whinces when Honeydew drops his
Lo Que Sera Sera (Only the Ocean)Hair stiff and wavy with sea saltLo Que Sera Sera (Only the Ocean)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she wipes foam from her eyes surfacing
from a thousand fathoms below where
the horizon quietly hangs.
Two footsteps on the sand, forwards
and backwards. A story of an idea,
a brief spark, seaweed lacing over
'I wanted to find the bottom of the
ocean. Stand at the very depths
and cup daylight in my hands.
Some fish have never seen the sun
or felt a breeze and I thought I'd
give them that chance.'
Even those not prone to childish whimsy
and hope can show a vague smile at the
thought of glittering salmon and anemones
gasping flickers of sunlight, the gentle
wave of fronds and floods and croon of an orca
to mimic rushing wind.
These are the things
the ocean has never noticed.
We're a little jealous of glorious technicolor
pebbles and pearls. Can the water feel envy?
Show it trees and Saturday mornings with a cup
of steaming coffee and maybe it will say 'yes'.
'I walked into the sea to find the
horizon. Don't look at me like that,
BTTxDepressed!Reader: Part 13BTTxDepressed!Reader: Part 132 years ago in Romance More Like This
A/n: Oh, in case you guys hadn’t picked this up before, “...” quotes mean speaking while ‘...’ mean thinking. Just clarifying that for you all.
Previously, your mother caught the BTT as they were about to leave your house, and quickly dismissed them. When they left, it wasn’t until they were halfway back home when they realized that you were that special little someone who they had made a bet to befriend all those years ago with your mother. So going back and reminding your mom, they were finally able to
kidnap youtake you away from the place you had suffered at for so long.
You moaned tiredly as you felt yourself waking up from a long nights rest, shifting a bit in bed you thought, ‘Definitely my least favourite thing to do... I feel like I could lie here and stay asleep all day and I’d be totally fine with that.’ Needless to say, waking up was not something you enjoyed doing, rea
Practice Poem - Poor Little TimmyPractice Poem - Poor Little Timmy:Practice Poem - Poor Little Timmy3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Down into well, poor Timmy fell,
Down he fell into the pits of hell.
Brought into hell by an eldritch spell,
Poor little Timmy who fell down the well.
Alone he cowered and shivered and shook,
He shook for hours, so long it took,
So long it took for him to feel well,
Well enough to explore this hell...
Through pathways littered with scenes most gory;
Most gory indeed was little Timmy's story,
A story of fear and suffering defined,
Poor little Timmy, he ran out of time...
Now then, I think I'll go welcome my little guest...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 14th December 2012
HectorI think I lost my pulse beneath the prints of your thumbsHector4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the hard-earned war that blew from your eyes
You were known for riding down everything in your way
Never to be tied dead behind golden chariots
Or dragged sharp by a lash torn through your heels
Bleeding you against the cries of the sorrowing earth
Opening her cracked arms to her dying sons
I watched as you slew the night into a dim red morning
Saw the welts left on your face by smoke and grief
When you came to my bed and bruised me sweet
With the taste of skin and our shared desperation
Striving to forget and blind yourself in me
Taking flickering memories as a battlefield talisman
But they could not keep the coins from your gaze.
Don't Let Go"Rich!"Don't Let Go4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There was nothing but silence around her. The air felt strangely...full. Oppressive, like it was pressing in on all sides, choking her. She could barely breathe.
"Rich! Oh God, oh God."
She didn't even recognize her own voice, it seemed foreign to her own ears. Each word spoken was muffled, drowned out by the heavy beat of her heart and her halting footsteps. Every step she took she had to struggle, pushing debris out of the way, sharp pieces of wood and metal scratching her legs as she walked. And she had been walking.
For so long.
She began to wonder if it was her hearing that was the problem, or if her voice was simply giving out. Her heart was growing louder every second. Every terrifying second.
Rich, Rich, oh please, please. Her throat was tearing itself apart, but she needed to find him. She wrapped her arms closer around herself. A piece of cracked, torn metal cut through her shoe and sliced into her foot. She fell. She braced hersel
My Name is Hollow.Hello.My Name is Hollow.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My name is Hollow.
I live inside your soul.
Under the layers and layers of skin,
and tissue and muscle...
all the way down where nothing
and everything survives.
(I wish I knew before I trusted you
That lying is second nature to one
with as many regrets as you.)
My name is Hollow.
I live inside you now,
because you gave me the power
in all your virtuous belief
that the world was good
to survive your strength...
(I hoped to God you wouldn't
lie or steal or break what is already
a thousand pieces of a broken soul.)
My name is Hollow.
You let me in when sex
began to feel like an ache.
But the pain felt better than
dealing with the hurt
inside your head, your heart...
(This was always a world for those
that were harder than me
Strength is sometimes a very relative thing.)
My name is Hollow.
I am the jagged lines you draw
all along your skin,
your muscles, your bones...
The sharp edge of a knife,
the scarlet drops of remorse.
(Here's a question now for your
I Am So SorryI promised youI Am So Sorry3 years ago in Horror More Like This
I know I did
I am so sorry
I failed you both
I did not keep that promise
I did not protect you
I did not chase away the monsters
I did not scare away the shadows
I did something wrong and only now regret it
I screamed as they said it was you who had to pay
I hugged you close
I said it was all going to be alight
I heard your please
I tried to stop it but could not
I let them change you
I watched you loose yourself
I watched you prowl and grunt
I watched you whimper and beg
I watched you killed
I watched them collect the remains
I wept and screamed
I let it all happen
I Am So Sorry
12 Days of Hetalia + 112 Days of Hetalia + 13 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Hetalia Christmas Song!
By: Alex (me) and Steph (owlhead20)
On the 1st day of Christmas Germany gave to me:
A Prussia in a pear tree
On the 2nd day of Christmas Italy gave to me:
Two bowls of pasta
On the 3rd day of Christmas Japan gave to me:
Three katana swords
On the 4th day of Christmas England gave to me:
Four boxes of scones
On the 5th day of Christmas America gave to me:
FIVE BIG MACS!!!
On the 6th day of Christmas France gave to me:
Six bottles of wine
On the 7th day of Christmas Russia gave to me:
Seven faucet pipes
On the 8th day of Christmas China gave to me:
Eight panda bears
On the 9th day of Christmas Romano gave to me:
Nine pieces of pizza
On the 10th day of Christmas Spain gave to me:
Ten ripe tomatoes
On the 11th day of Christmas Switzerland gave to me:
Eleven sniper guns
On the 12th day of Christmas Canada gave to me:
Twelve maple hugs
Plus 1 more (me: wait, what =.= )
On the 13th day of Christmas the BTT gave to me:
Thirteen bad touches!
Merry Christmas everyo
I'm going to cry.I'm going to cry for all I've lost,I'm going to cry.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And you can't or won't stop me.
I'm going to die for all I was,
And all you'll do is watch me.
I'm going to hide from you,
Afraid to show my weakness.
I would happily die for you,
But I still regret this.
I didn't want this life,
I didn't want these tears.
I didn't want this life,
I didn't want these fears.
I used to cause myself pain,
To make sure I still feel.
I'll do it now and again,
To make sure it's still real.
I'm going to cry for all I've lost,
And you can't stop me.
These tears I cry at my cost,
For once will flow freely.
The FieldsCarl,The Fields3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Remember that time, brother, when we were young? When we took off before I was even though high school in your beat-up old whatever-it-was without so much as a goodbye note, dreamed of travelling the country?
There was a place we stayed at, the night before we finally gave up and turned around. It think it may be my last clear memory of you.
It was called the Beaumont Farm.
The petrol gauge has been sitting below empty for the last hour, and Carl Levine doesn't bother trying the key again when the engine splutters one last time before falling silent. He shivers in the cool air as he opens the door, pulling out his phone and cursing when he sees the reception bar empty. The last station he saw was before he turned off the highway two towns back, the last car before that.
The letter from Alicia lies folded in his inner pocket, as it had come in that innocuous envelope. There had been no return address, postmark almost illegible under a dark smudge that covered half the front
BTTxReader- Nap Time"Come on! Get up, you lazy asses!"BTTxReader- Nap Time3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You sighed, pulling the covers off of your three roommates, "It's two o'clock. Way past time to wake up."
"Nein, _____. It's much too early." Gilbert muttered, snuggling up to Antonio, who lay beside him, for warmth.
"Oui. You could get in the bed with us, Cherie. It would be nice. We could have sex and zhen sleep until midnight like always." Francis chuckled perversely.
"Always? What universe are you living in, Francis…?"
"A better one than yours, apparently."
"Si, chica." Antonio put in, trying to shove Gil away, "Siesta time is muy importante."
"Come on, _____. You know you vant to come nap vith us." Gil opened his bright red eyes, looking up at you mischievously.
You rolled your eyes. This was the problem being the only girl in the house… You were the only sane one. You didn't know why you had agreed to move in with the three men-or more accurately boys. It was probably because you had thought them all gay at th
Hetalia Romantic Lines!A few loving words from Hetalia men to all you readers out there! Valentine’s Day special!Hetalia Romantic Lines!3 years ago in Romance More Like This
America: You are my best friend, my shoulder to lean on, the one person I know I can count on, you're the love of my life, you're my one and only, you're my everything.
England: I sent an angel to look over you at night. The angel came back a minute later, and I asked it why. It told me angels don’t watch over other angels.
Russia: I love you sunflower, and every time I see you I just want to hold you in my arms and never let go because you're the girl that fills all the little dark places in my heart.
China: You deserve the world, and I know I can't give that to you. So I'll give you the next best thing....my world.
Germany: If it wasn't for you, I would have never believed that angels really existed
North Italy: If there has to be a reason why I love you…I will only say that it is because 'you are you'!
South Italy: Never ever go away from me. I will not say that 'I will die
Temptation"Oh but mother!" I sighed shaking my head at her as she crossed her arms giving me a stern glare.Temptation4 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Don't defy me, Perisia! You know very well to never cross into that land! After what happened your older sister, I couldn't bear loosing you too!" She said unfolding her arms pulling me into warm sun kissed hug, I couldn't help but hug her back. I completely understood what she meant, my sister Persephone had wandered off and and was seduced by the god Hades. My mother, Demeter, was devastated but after a deal with my uncle, Zeus, he was able to free Persephone for six months. During those months my mother had lightened up and was happy. Then I came into the picture. Perisia. The daughter of the harvest goddess Demeter and Zeus and sister to the ill fated Persephone, queen of the underworld.
"I swear to you that I won't do anything irrational. Now may I please go now?" I asked wanting to go play out in the fields under the warm sun provide by my cousin Helios.
What We HadWhat We Had3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What We Had
I think it was the lack of connection.
The lack of... touch?
I didn't mean for it to happen.
My desire for love was too much.
He was right there,
In my peripheral vision.
The party was intense.
Nothing but flashing white lights
Filling the room.
He walked up to me,
Wanting to dance and I said
I was with someone.
It's not like it was a
We only ever kissed and said
A whole year of just
Maybe he didn't love me
Like I loved him.
Maybe he was straight.
Maybe he didn't think of men
I still loved him.
I didn't want to let him go.
But I desired something.
I desired something more than
I wanted to touch.
Wanted to be touched.
I wanted to feel another's skin on mine.
I was feeling too much desire to care
I woke up that morning next to a
I never knew his name.
I never asked for it.
Because I didn't
I just got up and
Days after that night,
Sora's TearSora's Tear9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Don't stop moving, or the darkness will overtake you!" Roxas' stomach churned. It was Axel. He was really there, fighting along side his other. Surely he must be able to sense him.
"Axel!" he wanted to shout. But he couldn't because the body he was in was not his own anymore. He could not move his hands because they now belonged to someone different. He could not move his jawbone because it was his own. This was the only way for Roxas to live, to live through another. He was crying, though Axel couldn't see that.
Sora could feel Roxas inside of him, he could feel his tears & he immediately felt sorry for the guy. What a life he must have had, being born as a nobody. He wasn't alive, though he wasn't dead. He had to leave his own life and his own friends to find Sora so that he could exist, though Axel… his other died a long time ago. Axel would not live on.
"Watch this" Axel smiled, he liked to show off, he always had, but Roxas knew what he was going to do and how it was going to end
NekotaliaxReader IntroNekotaliaxReaderNekotaliaxReader Intro3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ever had one of those days when you think it can't worse and then it does? That was the kind of day you were having.
First you woke up late for work. The ONLY time you were late to work. And what does your boss do? He fired you. To make matters worse your A-hole boyfriend was a total jack-ass about it when you had called him up crying. AND the parking meter had run out and now you had a 50 dollar fine. And to top it all of your gold fish had died.
You tapped the steering wheel of your car in annoyance. It was taking forever for the stupid light to change. You leaned your head back and sighed.
A sign across the street caught your attention. You squinted, not quite able to believe what it said. "Hetalia Cat Emporium." You stared, what a weird name for a shop.
A honk from behind startled you. Giving the guy the finger, you made a sharp turn and pulled into the parking lot.
A cat just might be the t
Poor Deprived People"Keep writing." Prosper told Blaire, in a voice that should have meant he was angry, but was ruined by the grin on his face.Poor Deprived People6 years ago in Humor More Like This
"My hand hurts!" Blaire exclaimed, blowing her hair out of her face with an irritated huff, "And I've already written down a million of these!"
"Not enough," Prosper said. "If you're going to have any music and movie taste at all, we've got a long way to go."
"For the last time, my music and movie taste is fine." She looked down at the list of movies and bands before her on the table. Apparently, according to Prosper, her knowledge of movies was so poor that action needed to be taken at that very second. She didn't think it was such a terrible thing, but Prosper had insisted that they make a list of all the movies she had to watch. Then the list had expanded to include music, as well.
The whole stupid thing had started when he had found ("caught", as he put it) her listening to a Britney Spears song in her room while reading a book. In her defense,
StorytellerStorytellerStoryteller2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
tell me a story.
A fable of wisdom
or a tale of glory.
Sing me a song
of dreams and
Stories of kingdoms rising
and worlds going under.
Draw me a picture
with colours so bright
and spin me a fairytale
to dream of tonight.
FiveFive5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Prosper never really had a penchant for planning ahead. This quality had only gotten stronger after he had begun dating Blaire, seeing as she rarely did anything without planning for it first. However, once in a while he would make exceptions on special nights when he wanted to surprise her- their anniversary last year, for example. As it turned out, their evenings always went a lot better when he didn't plan ahead, ironic as that sounded.
Tonight was certainly one he wanted to get perfect, so he had determinedly planned for it throughout the previous weeks. Before now, the night had gone perfectly, not a flaw in sight. They had gone to dinner at the fancy restaurant he had emptied his paycheck for, at the reserved table outside on the deck, and he had sneakily managed to convince her to walk down to a nearby park with him before calling a taxi. Unfortunately, his nature was to be a little spontaneous, so when they passed a fair, of all things, on the way to the small pavilion h