ElswordElsword stood in the bridge of the Black crow Ravens ship staring into the endless sky a bit of a sad look on his face. Perhaps his thoughts where on a certain red haired sister but from this angle and point of view Rena couldn't tell however she knew something for sure he needed a special someone to share his pain with. Or even just share his life and happiness with not just a friend but a special someone. A smile crept to her face she knew the perfect person who needed the same but never showed it grinning to herself she walked out of the bridge and headed to the deck where their friends where gathered and enjoying the cool breeze. First she approached Raven who was staring blankly at the endless sky when she was within speaking distance he spoke first "whatever it is I don't want to be a part of it" he said staring at the sky bored expression on his face. Ignoring him she grabbed his arm and pulled him along faintly hearing his mumbling about he didn't want to be part ofElsword3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Sweden's ListSweden's ListSweden's List2 years ago in Comedy More Like This
1) Make her laugh~! Girls like, totally dig funny guys and stuff~! - Poland
2) Let her hug you. Hug her back. Touch is important for relationships. -France
3) Impress her! Girls love awesome guys! -Prussia
4) Show her a scary movie! She'll cling onto you during the whole thing! - America
5) Make her lots of delicious food and complement her! Don't forget to pay for the food! Girls love being complemented and loved~! -Italy
6) Let her give you a nickname! Nicknames are a sign of friendship and closeness, wanker~! -Britain
7) Stand up for her! Woman want someone who they know who will protect them! -Switzerland
8) Give her flowers. Girls love pretty flowers~! -Russia
9) Buy her cute things! Girls love cute things, aru! -China
10) Act intelligant around her. Woman like men who know what they're talking about. -Estonia
11) Take her out dancing~! Girls love dancing, relaxing, and having fun with the ones they love~! -
Life is a Canvas- Chapter 1Life is a Canvas- Chapter 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Life is a Canvas
Growing up isn't easy. It's not easy for anyone. It doesn't matter how much money you have, how popular you are, or how pretty people think you are. But when I say that growing up for me was worse than most people, I want you to understand what I mean.
For me, growing up was about more than zits and crushes on cute boys, though I had my fair share of each. No, for me growing up meant learning how to avoid digging dragons out of mountains. Growing up meant learning about things like ancient Greek sword fighting and archery. Growing up for me, meant that every day I wasn't at summer camp meant I was a danger to everyone around me, and my very life was at stake.
But I don't want to get ahead of myself. I just want to point out one very simple thing. I'm not a hero. I know that some of you may have heard rumors that I am, but ignore them. Because I'm not. I'm just a girl who tended to be in the right place at the right time, and usually have help. Also, I can run
a lifetime of storms just to make things matterIt never rains like this where I’m from. It’s all or nothing there. Where the sky will split open for days, swallowing the continents, putting oceans where they used to rest. There, we were always just barely afloat, and I never learned how to swim.a lifetime of storms just to make things matter1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Here, I feel like I can still breathe between the raindrops and I sit out on our back patio and let the water soak into my skin and wash away all my sins. I know I’m not who I thought I’d be five years ago, but it’s not enough just to wish you could change, sometimes you just have to accept the way things are. Except who you’ve become. Where you’ve come from.
It was the day after my twentieth birthday when I learned that my heart would skip beats when I saw his face. My pulse would start and stop and disappear. I was fading and sometimes, he would make my outlines clear again, bring back the contours and all my shades and shadows. Small smiles would be awarded, unfamiliar to my face. He was my angel
AngerVicious anger,Anger8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tearing me up inside
I can't let it out though
For fear of harming someone I love
I wish to be free from this anger
Can you help me?
Save my soul
From this burning fury
Sometimes it's too much too handle…
And I need to let it out
Help me be able to love
So I might learn to let go
For I fear this rage might consume me
Help before it takes over
One word is all I need from you, one word is all it takes
One word of reassurance
Just to know you'll be there
When I need you
I'll try not to hurt you
With this anger of mine
It's unpredictable, I can't control it
But if you help me, I can try…
Winter can never reach SpringSpringWinter can never reach Spring3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Forever there to bring a stop to the cold
Scent mesmerizing, warmth intoxicating
Always wanted, always wished for
Always wished away
Tries to hold on, tries to steal the warmth
Always whisked away by the warmth of Spring
But always there
Wanting what it can't have
Grasping what can't be reached
A weapon in the night
A shield in the light
Always so near
But always destined to be apart
Without the IndividualWithout the IndividualWithout the Individual1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can you imagine a world, directed by a single mind?
A collective conscious, a living hive.
Each time we are born, we receive a part of it
And when we return, we share in the pool.
There would be no fear of death;
No fear of the unknown…
For a thousand souls would bolster our hearts.
We could live—truly LIVE—to the fullest extent of our capabilities.
And when we succeed?
That success returns to the hive…
That success can be shared across the next generation.
We would become an ever-evolving organism.
One with a thousand faces, but a single driving purpose.
Can you even imagine how that would feel?
But…I suppose that you can’t.
For you, as with all humans, share in a single flaw:
The nature of the individual, the ego of the singular man.
Existing in a void of his own thoughts—he has no point of reference.
He is alone, even if surrounded by other humans,
For he shall never share in their minds…
Sweet SerenityI have searched the very depths of my being,Sweet Serenity1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Seeking the essence of the void...
To understand its nature,
To become a part of nothing...
For where else can we be free of turmoil,
Where else can a beaten soul go to rest?
If not in the comforting embrace of eternal oblivion?
Such is what I seek, away from the noise that burns at my ears.
Away from the many voices that drill into my mind.
For these are not the whispers of psychosis,
Nor the delusions of a twisted psyche.
Instead they are the whispers that are heard all around us;
The whispers of the every-man.
He who desires the body of another.
He who desires the fat of his wallet.
He who cares only for self-satisfaction
And He who wishes to stand above all.
Voices, voices, noisy voices...
Eternally spitting their foul words into me.
Even in the realm of fantasy I can no longer escape!
For they are here, and I read their words scrawled across th
Catherine - Creepypasta (PL version)Kiedy otworzyłam oczy, wyrwana z objęć snów przez kolejny koszmar, na dworze było jeszcze dość ciemno, choć widoczny przez okno jaśniejący punkt na horyzoncie wskazywał, że niedługo miało wschodzić słońce. Kolejna noc przerwana w taki sposób. Kolejny, wciąż ten sam co zawsze horror. Zaszlochałam cicho w poduszkę i niemal natychmiast zamarłam w bezruchu, nasłuchując, czy on się nie zbliża. Jeśli bym go obudziła, z pewnością natychmiast by przyszedł. Na szczęście nie usłyszałam kroków, ale na wszelki wypadek odczekałam jeszcze kilka minut, nim odważyłam się poruszyć.Catherine - Creepypasta (PL version)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tak to wyglądało, odkąd mama zniknęła w niewyjaśnionych okolicznościach. Jedni mówią, że uciekła od ojca, inni, że ktoś ją porwał. Przypadkowi
this isn't progress, because you're irreversible.You were never meant for me.this isn't progress, because you're irreversible.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I knew it in the most obvious manner. It was in the way you had a subtle sort of comfort in your own skin a quiet and humble confidence while I struggled to make sense of the prints on my fingertips and the way one of my eyes crinkled in the corner more than the other when I smiled. You felt safe with yourself while I was always warring with my own reflection. Half the time, I didn't know who I was. A quarter of the time, I still don't. You would call this progress if you were here to see, but I just call it sad.
When you miss something for long enough, you start to forget the exact way that things happened. Or the exact way they happened to fall apart. For instance, I don't remember the first time you didn't call, but I do remember when you told me you loved me but not enough. It's never enough, is it? The point is you were gone before I could even say goodbye. You were gone before you were ever really here, but somehow I let myself bu
England x Neko!reader Did You Drink The Coke?England x Neko!reader Did You Drink The Coke?2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hello? Arthur where are you?" (Name) yelled in the very empty basement. Sighing she realized that he wasn't there in his magic room. (Name) looked around and saw a coke bottle, "Oh lookie might as well drink this before it expires." She chirped happily drinking the dreaded coke. Upon finishing it she went upstairs and sat on Arthur's couch waiting for him to return home slowly she started to black out.
'Well finally I'm home and now I can give that git Alfred that coke,' he snickers thinking. 'Yes this will be perfect and he will be so humiliated turning into a neko that the others will laugh at him,' he thought in total bliss entering his house and going to the kitchen to make tea.
Yawn! MEOW!!!! Huh meow? I got up and shrugged it off and went to the kitchen and saw Arthur at him stove making tea. Smiling a cat like grin I snuck over behind him and BAM GLOMPS!!!!!! He fell over with me on top.
Hades and PersephoneThe king of the underworldHades and Persephone3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The daughter of life
His eyes dark cold and icy
Hers light and airy
Light flickers through
Enhancing her innocence
Darkness surrounds him
Shielding his heart
What happens when these two cross?
The king of death and the daughter of life
Does she wither and wait
to accept her fate
or does she warm his shielded heart?
What happens when these two fall in love?
Can happiness reside where light cannot?
or will it slowly flicker away until it is no more
and give into the darkness around her?
They say even the smallest bit of light
Will shine in the darkness
Until it finally gives in
and flickers away
So what will happen
When she finally gives up
and fades away
Will he want her then?
or toss her away?
No one knows
Not one can say
What will happen
When the daughter of life
Come Back HomeCome Back Home3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It had all happened so suddenly. One moment I was lying comfortably in bed, blissfully dreaming and awaiting a new day, and the next I was rushing towards the exit of a burning building with only the warning from the first plumes of smoke reaching my nose as a head start. It was just me and my daughter in the house. At eight years old I was pretty sure she knew what to do in the instance of a fire, but that didn't stop me from panicking. With the ever thickening smoke beginning to starve me of oxygen, I sprinted down the corridor and checked the room that belonged to her just in case. No-one was inside. I scanned the room again, taking in the pink wallpaper, the array of stuffed dolls strewn across the floor and the empty four-poster bed, and confirmed my suspicions. I can still remember how good the sweeping wave of relief that hit me felt as I thought her to be safe. But I learned the hard way that nothing lasts forever.
With a new clarity of mind and only myself to worry about, I le
DesperationI wonder how many days you've spent feeling lost.Desperation1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thinking that you're going somewhere.
Never actually getting anywhere.
You look at the same four walls over and over again.
You can paint them in different colours,
But you know they're still the same.
And you convince yourself that you're making progress,
Nothing's changed, but you're making progress.
Things are getting worse, but you're making progress.
And then you wake up and realise,
That shit has hit the fan...
Suddenly you're forced to do the things you couldn't,
The kind of things that you were never comfortable with.
And you find out you can do them.
You find out that the only reason you couldn't,
Was because you were afraid to try.
It's hard - trying to take that first step.
It's hard - trying to convince yourself to take that chance.
we have the softest heartbeatsi don't know what it means when you saywe have the softest heartbeats3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you don't know what i mean.
the implications of my every sentence stain the
atmosphere like neon lights and i'm left wondering
how you can still be so clueless. how after
all this time. after all the sentences we traded
with each other. after every minute that makes
the miles smaller. you still don't get it. how
you could still not get me.
this is the part where i need to remind myself
that you were never mine.
you've never been anyone's because there isn't
a sentence simple enough to make you stay so
three words and eight letters won't leave you
breathless in between my bed sheets. it won't make
you feel the same. and there isn't an idea complex
enough to make you stumble into love, because
to figure out that the world is so much more than
black and white would be admitting you've been
wrong all along.
we're not the people we once were, but maybe our
expectations are far too high.
A Life Of Shame?What gives you the right to judge?A Life Of Shame?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What gives you the right to stare?
What gives you the right to hate us?
What gives you that damn right?
She's my wife
She's my love forever
I just want to hold her hand
I just want to kiss her
Without the staring
Call us names
Give it all you got
But this is not my life of shame
This is my life filled with joy
Filled with tyhe love of my life
Filled with everything I ever wanted
So this is NOT my life of shame
I will not be ashamed of m wife
So you can judge all you want
But I won't be ashamed for my feelings
Because I like who I am today
So tell me
Who are you to judge what's right?
To judge us in general
Or are you just afraid of something you don't know
Or perhaps even jealous of something you miss?
This is not my life of shame
Lesbians are also human
And we will not be ashamed of our feelings
So who are you to judge us?
InspiredIn the bitter snow,there lies a flowerInspired3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Out of season,
Out of place,
That soft,glowing warmth
Delicate and easily broken
The very harshness
Of oblivion and winter
Lean over that flower,
Frigid eyes lingering
In the warmth
A touch, so close-
Nantucket - AmericaxReaderNantucket - AmericaxReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
America glanced at the girl in his lap. He was shocked to see [e/c] staring intently at him. Or - more specifically - the gravity defying cowlick he sported on the front of his face.
Currently, the United States of America was cuddling on the couch in his apartment with [Name], the Country of [Country Name]. England and France would never let him live it down if they saw him, but he didn't care. The girl in his lap meant much more to him than that.
"Dude, whatcha starin' at?"
"The...that...whatever it is!" she sputtered, gesturing wildly at the piece of hair.
"Oh, Nantucket?" America laughed.
"The island of Nantucket! You know - my glasses are Texas, and my cowlick is Nantucket!"
Then, there was a flash of a [s/t] hand moving upwards, and America felt a light tug on Nantucket.
America suddenly sat up straight, his blue eyes slightly out-of-focused.
"Don't do that," America scolded. This made [Name] grin mi
What is Love?What is Love?:What is Love?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is love but a simple impulse
An electrical signal that comes from the brain.
What is love but a debilitating sickness
It weakens us utterly from the waves of pain.
To what do we owe the pleasure of love
Does it come from a matter of personal taste?
To what do we owe the pain of love
As though all of our efforts are put to waste...
Why do we seek to fall in love
Is it because we fear a death alone?
Or perhaps there is a darker reason
One for which we need to atone...
Rationalise carefully, your reason for love
Perhaps the truth is deeper than you think.
Is your partner a genuine object of affection
Or simply a piece of the missing link?
Love can be a wonderous anchor
It brings us down to the safety of sanity
But abuse it once, and you will suffer
Such is the gift of humanity...
"Yet even with these weighty words, I am still a slave to love..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 25th April 2012
Temptation"Oh but mother!" I sighed shaking my head at her as she crossed her arms giving me a stern glare.Temptation3 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.