x-B L I N D - Sebastian x Ciel-xx-B L I N D - Sebastian x Ciel-x3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ciel was running, he wanted to get as far away from Sebastian as he could. His heart was pounding in his
chest from both his running and the thoughts he couldn't get out of his head.
The thoughts wouldn't leave no matter how much he tried to push them away.
He doesn't love me.. The thoughts would scream in his head he wants only my soul..because hes a demon..a cold hearted demon..
He finally stopped, staring only at the ground. He didn't know where he was nor did he really care anymore. His fist tightened into a ball, it was so tight his nails dug into his skin creating a deep mark on his palm. He could feel tears begging to roll down his face.
He finally after a while fell to his knees, tears began rolling down his face. They fell fast..so fast. He then fell to the ground, crying. "He..doesn't love me.." He choked out, his eyes closed tightly, the tears still falling nonstop.
Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder. He slowly looked over his shoulder seein
~. Sebastian-x-grell - Ihavenonameforthis .~~. Sebastian-x-grell - Ihavenonameforthis .~3 years ago in Romance More Like This
He was fixing the dinner for his young master. "Hopefully this dinner tonight will
please the young master" He told himself. "Oh Sebas-chan~" A voice spoke happily
behind him. He narrowed his blood wine eyes at the window,"Grell-san? May I ask
why you are here?" He asked turning around,glaring at the shinigami. Grell climbed
into the kitchen,he ran over to lean on Sebastian's shoulder,"To see you,Of course!"
He replied,blowing a kiss at him.
Sebastian's glare hardened on him,"I do not have time to deal with you at the moment..I must finish preparing the young masters evening meal.." he told him. Grell's face turned sad,"Why don't you forget about that brat?!" He told him,clinging to him,"And go for someone whos actually right for you~" Sebastian pushed him off,"I do not have any need for the likes of you.." He snapped at him,"Now May I ask you to please l--" He was intruppted by Grell glomping him. "Ask me to please kiss you?" He asked,laughing slightly,"Okay~"
He leaned over his lips
~. SebaCiel - My lady~ .~~. SebaCiel - My lady~ .~3 years ago in Romance More Like This
He danced with him. He smirked seeing his young master was dancing just as he thought
him too,even though he was dressed up as a girl. He chuckled softly to himself,
smirking even more. "What the bloody hell are you laughing for?!" Ciel demanded
looking up at him. Sebastian continued to guide him through the dance,"Oh,Its
nothing,my lord~ Its just you look quite adorable in that costume.." He told him,
chuckling once more.
Ciel blushed slightly,looking away from the butler,"D-Dont..
think of such..stuff.." He told him,blushing more. Sebastian's went back to only
smirking slightly,"I'm deeply sorry,My lady~" He replied,trying not to let
out another chuckle for calling his young master,My lady. Ciel shot a look at him,
blushing slightly more,"You know you could whisper,Young master!!"
He whispered his voice filled with annoyance. Sebastian suddenly guided him to a
a little hallway in Vicount's mansion. "W-What are you?! We are suppose to be
going to the Vicount Druitt!" Cie
My lost soulOverlookingMy lost soul4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
London and the Thames
The wind blowing
Through my long
My red coat
My damned soul
My red soul
Fractions of a second
My thousand years
With blurred sight
The old days
The bright red
My human ones
My reaper ones
And the red
A blown away tear
Like my soul
My long life
My purpose fulfilled
The souls reaped
My job is done
Not worth it
So much pain
So many tears
So many souls
Not only my victims
I may not show
I'm an actrice after all
But also I
Have feelings to share
Not with my black butler
Not with my superior
I'm more then a butler to die for
A red reaper
My end is here
I'm going tio study
What I've done wrong
What I could have done differently
My cinematic record
Goodbye damned world
Building a DreamWe watched as the towering city around us started to disappear, slowly drifting away into the distance, as if where we stood was the very center of the void that was forming at our feet. The sky was growing darker. Each new light in the distance was streaking past us, skimming along the darkening background, each one seeming to fly by my head by only inches. I was standing on the ground before, but now all that lay beneath me was the endless nothingness.Building a Dream3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Why do we always have to erase it all?" I asked.
"There's no reason not to. Why use something we already know about? It's always more exciting to make new things. What shall we make tonight?" I responded.
I sat on the nothingness, my chin in my hand as I leaned down on my knee. "What did we do last time?"
I looked up wondering, curious, trying my best to remember what it was exactly that we had done. "If I remember right, ther
William and Grell switch oneshot.Clouds covered half of the sky, while the sun decided to climb out from behind them. The fiery star glazed down to a certain society watching its members, who were all wearing suits, walk towards their areas of interest such as the big building across the one bridge, the Shinigami Library. Some were carrying odd weapons which were known to be deathscythes to the people. The sun shrugged those off, as its vision fell onto an office building nearby against several others varying in size and height. It directed its eyes within one office window, examining the surroundings.William and Grell switch oneshot.3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The wallpaper was red. Several books were red. A red was splashed all over a medium sized carpet in the room. The room was about ¾ red with all of its objects. And at the desk, there was a man laying on and sleeping on his paperwork. He wasn't wearing anything red, but it was obvious that he loved the color.
The man fumbled a bit, as he suddenly stirred from the sudden yell of his last name.
Bob's Tattoo and GroceryGraveyard shift sucks. That's it, it sucks, no two ways about it, no making lemonade from those lemons, graveyard shift is a soul-sucking, mind-sapping experience that only the rare person who gets off on misery can enjoy. Naturally, it was the only type of work I could find for my summer vacation.Bob's Tattoo and Grocery4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The local grocery store, Bob's Discount Tattoo and Grocery, had decided to start offering twenty-four hour service to the strange folk who need to buy a gallon of milk or a carton of cigarettes at 3 o'clock in the morning. They needed brave young men and women to man the front lines of the night shift, and, needing a reason to get out of the house during the summer, I applied and was fortunate enough to be hired. It didn't take me long to realize that work sucks almost as bad as being unemployed.
You see, for the earlier part of the evening, we have a few people here and there who come in for the aforementioned odd item, people who for whatever reason just couldn't wait until daylight to pur
Hell Goes Round and RoundWelcome to your hell.Hell Goes Round and Round3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Here is no sulfourus stink, no agony-fires, no undying worm that gnaws. Here is nothing unpleasant at all.
Welcome to your hell.
Here are no spiders. No cobwebs. Here are no moths, no mice. Nothing rots.
Welcome to your hell.
Here instead is your best friend and your lover, singing your favourite song, serving your favourite food. For you and you only. Over and over, for ever and ever. Unending.
Welcome to your hell.
Everything here is your choice. There are no unexpected visitors, no uninvited opinions. There are no accidents, no alarms, no sirens. There are no surprises.
Welcome to your hell.
You will never leave. This, too, is your choice.
Dark life part 10Dark sighed and sat at Undertakers desk,working on some files of theDark life part 103 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
deceased. Undertaker was out again on his errands, leaving Dark back at
the morgue. “gah...he does the bodies happily enough, but he’s such a
procrastinator when it comes to the papers...”she grumbled. “always
having to go deliver a coffin some time or another...” she finished the
papers she was working on and set them aside. that was the last of it.
she rest her head on the desk, moping about Undertakers absence. Then
the door opened...
Dark glanced up from the desk, then her expression went blank. “oh...Jsem v
průšvihu...” she muttered. She stood up, facing two people she knew very
well. “hi...Dusk...”she gave a sheepish smile. A taller male stood in
the doorway, while a girl about the same size as dark grinned from
behind the male. “hi Dark~ long time no see?” she giggled. Dusk walked
in. “So....you found a job h
findings.findings.3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Many people say that we can't live without love. Personally, I think that love is overrated, but who am I to judge?
It's not that I don't believe in love, or that I've never seen it, actually I see it every day I come downstairs and see my mom and dad. Their love is the right love, true love and you can see that in every little thing they do: how they talk to each other, how they look at each other, even how they smile at each other. If I ever find love, I want it to be exactly like theirs. So here we are, at the beginning of the story about me, Zoey Hayden, age 17, looking for love (if it exists for me). I sincerely hope that this won't be some lame and pathetic story, like most of the stories I started writing a couple of times. Fingers crossed!
Chapter one: the new beginning.
My family and I moved from LA, California, to New York in the middle of the winter breaks, so tomorrow I'm starting the second semester in my new school. Awesome.
This is it. The first da
PsychobableThe mind is a crazy crazy place. While I can only speak for myself I know I find my mind to often times have more in common with Grand Central Station in New York than anything resembling a collected and sane thing. Trains arrive, depart, derail, and rerail. People walk, run, talk and trip. The chaos reigns as pure insanity carries the day. However taking a step back from the chaos we start to see intricately created time tables for the trains, and schedules trying to be kept by the people. Suddenly the chaos has reason, the disorder has logic, and the insanity has meaning. This bigger picture provides us with a way to make sense of the chaos and suddenly all the actions and motions of the various players in the thought process make sense.Psychobable4 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
I believe that most people's minds work this way as well. There is some order, but there is also some insanity. Especially to those sitting on the outside and not able to see the big picture of what's going on in our heads. To them it just seems rand
Aura: The ResparkAura: The Respark3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Aura: The Respark
I, the sheltered child who started to tragically fall from your grace
Into the void of this sudden loneliness
Realizing I followed every single one of your steps
But yet, I failed to hold onto those uplifting moments
Now I feel as if maybe I had forced you to make every one of those promises
That which you still kept
So I don't want to sound dishonest, but out of us, you are the strongest
You make sure to protect
To you, everyone, and everything is dearest
None left to neglect
But with all of that, you take on those heavy burdens
And try your best
Calling out your name into the nothingness
Forgetting about the peace you bestowed upon me
I guess it's just too hard to be away from
ASoIaF: The Maiden's Fool: ASoIaF: The Maiden's "Fool":ASoIaF: The Maiden's Fool:3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Poor, sweet Jonquil
Betrayed and mislead by
Your Song'No, that's not it . . . no, I can't get that right. . . dang it . . . why can't I get this. . . how am I ever going to get this written for her. . . ' the Italian male thought sadly as he struggled to create a tune on the violin held gently in his hands as if it were a dear friend. He had held that violin many times before just as he held it now in the attic of his large house. He had never loved to play it anywhere else and wasn't completely comfortable playing it front of his fiancé.Your Song3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Feli?" a voice called as he heard his fiancé's steps coming up the stairs into the attic. "Feliciano? Are you up there?"
"Si, mia bella. I'm here," he called. Enkai Sakamoto came up into the attic.
"What are you doing up here, mio caro?" the curious sailor asked.
"Just looking at some old things," the Italian lied, hoping she would believe him.
"Is that your violin? Oh, please play it for me," Enkai begged, seeing the small instrument clutched in the Italian's hands. Sh
Pendulum 2Selena frowned and pulled out her pack of cigarettes and a lighter. She lit one and gave a sigh of relief. "now...add some rum to this mix, and i wouldnt give a fuck where i was..."she sighed. She looked around, hoping she wasnt followed by any of those people.Pendulum 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She stopped in the street and walked over to a building, leaning against the wall. She gave another sigh. She pulled a lighter out of her back pocket. It was black with silver skulls, and by far, her favorite lighter out of all of the ones she had collected. She pulled a cigarette box out of her other back pocket and grabbed a cigarette, lighting it with practiced speed.
She looked around her and sighed. To her right, some shops, to her left, and alley, across the street...She gaped at the store across from her., almost dropping the cigarette. "what...the fu-"she paused, stopping as a child walked passed, staring at her. as the child passed and disappeared, Selena finished her words."-ck...oh damn, lemme try that again...what th
Pendulum revisedPendulum revised3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was just after school. Selena was walking to her mothers car, listening to her music. viva los vegas was the song. she loved that song, only 'cause she loved vegas. She hummed quietly, walking calmly to her mothers car as theother kids piled into the bus. Selena was almostto her mothers car when her mother began to drive away."what? w-wait! hey! MOM!!!! " She began to chase her mother around the school parking lot. As she ran, the music viva los vegas played in her ears. Selena, having a good drink of rum from her locker just before she left, chased the car yelling and swearing as loudly as she could, throwing various objects at her mothers car. The kids around the parking lot and on the bus had stopped to watch the scene. On the fourth lap around the parking lot, Selena screamed as she ran. "MOM!!! STOP THE CAR!!!!!!!" and finally, her mother obliged, slamming on the brakes. Selena collided with the back end of the car, falling backwards and collapsing on the ground. She didnt see
Bits of Nothing 61On paper you're perfect.Bits of Nothing 615 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Isn't it a shame the world isn't made of origami?
Nowadays. Side Ways.thisNowadays. Side Ways.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there is more paper here than clothing
my iron is broken
the water leaks onto pages
with their own ink
it boils when it spills
my shirts are ironed dry
they and I
crave the water
the paper is indifferent
Spelling CountsThe line read:Spelling Counts3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Fallow your heart",
I wondered what more there was to say.
Fallow your heart, leave it
empty and waiting for a season
so love can grow, nourished,
in a replenished, whole ground.
Fallow your heart so it does not become
Worn and barren with overuse.
The line read "fallow your heart",
but the poem, overworked,
meant only "follow".
Please remember that spelling counts.
ocean lungsyou weigh something like gravityocean lungs2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in my tired expanse. you are
(my once splendid mountain)
my love is the ocean
that has worn you down.
with my monstrous tongue,
i pulled you in.
as you fall,
sweeping peacefully into the depths
and filling each crevice,
i am learning to inhale shores.
some would say i'm suffocating
and bring me buckets of air (only to have it
escape my slippery grip).
no, the tides need something heavy
to make of her