Break Dance Not HeartsBreak Dance Not Hearts9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A girl can only suffer so much
Her heart can only be broken to a certain extent
So this means there's a point
Where these things become nothing meant
But fate is cruel and plays a joke
For the entire world to see
She's bullied and pushed and tossed around
Until the girl is no longer she
She's become someone else now
Someone who's been hurt from within
And nothing can heal her at this point
Or relieve her of this sin
For every waking moment
She has to live with the pain
And every step takers her farther from
A place with a happy end
But in this darkness, a glimmer of hope
Something divine from above
For her heart's eclipsed in darkness
And can only be saved by love
But these words are easier said then done
For her luck's took a turn for the worse
Every time she thinks she's found her light
And pain's her relentless curse
But she won't give in to the pressure
She keeps her hopes and her chin high
And dreams of something better then this
And with that, looks towards an endless Sky
Regarding FandomsNOTE: The following one shot takes place in the Marvel movie-verse, so you might need to have seen Ironman, Thor, or Captain America to get this. Although, as long as you know the basics on each character, you should be alright.Regarding Fandoms3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tony Stark had seen his share of oddities, both in his career, and as his time as a crime fighting iron machine of awesomeness. So as he strolled into the rec room of the Avengers' mansion, he wasn't totally surprised to see Steve Rogers sprawled out on the couch-TV playing softly in the background. What DID throw him for a loop, however, was the fact that the legendary super soldier was fast asleep.
With his natural born, James Bond-stealth, the snarky inventor quietly shuffled over to his comrade to get a better look. The blonde man, for his part, looked quite content-face half buried in a pillow, and one arm dangling off the edge of the couch. A pile of colored pencils were littered across the floor next to him; n
Commission - My Little DragonCommission - My Little Dragon3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Authors Note: This is a short story on the famous anime/manga Fruits Basket illustrated by Natsuki Takaya. The pairing is between Hatori and an OC created by Hixdei-Love. This is a commission. I do not own anything except for the idea in this short story.
Name: Tabitha (Tabby)
Job: Student - held back a year
Hair color: Mix- Blond at the front brown black at the back. Not natural, hair dye fading. It's long and its natural color is brown.
Eye color: Blue
Attitude: Carefree, slightly dense, enjoy going for walks but ends up lost as per usual.
Likes: animals, food, friends, swimming and drawing, sees beauty everywhere.
Dislikes: SNAKES and spiders.
The day was hot, the sun's rays falling on Tabitha's light brown hair with raven black highlights and her bangs the color of gold brought her wondering why she had agreed on coming with Yuki to his family's main house. She was aware of the Sohma family'
sword danceTo master the swordsword dance11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You must learn to dance
For swordmasters hear music
You can see in their stance
The rythm of fighting
Goes further for them
There is no denying
As they dance in the mayhem
When you try to strike them
You only get air
When you try to cut them
They're just not there
They sweep around you
As if you stood still
But they find no challenge
In the easy to kill
So if you want to master
The art of the sword
First learn to dance
You'll reap much reward
Let Smiling Dogs LieMolly had a permanent smile fixed to her face. It was just part of who she was. Sometimes this angered Rachael. She could be crying on Molly's shoulder and her companion would still be beaming away like an idiot.Let Smiling Dogs Lie6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rachael was always scornful when books talked about dogs knowing how their owners were feeling.
'Molly never has a fucking clue! She's just in a constant state of 'Happy'! She's the least empathic animal on the planet. I swear, her internal monologue is just 'I'm a dog! I'm a dog! I'm a dog!' on loop.'
Once Rachael had held Molly's tail down to try and stop it wagging. Molly had grinned at her, good-naturedly and the four vertebra at the base of the tail had continued to wiggle side to side.
Rachael and Molly spent a lot of time together on the front porch. They would survey the garden and listen to Rachael's parents scream at each o
The Smiling Man The Smiling ManThe Smiling Man7 years ago in Horror More Like This
A stack of televisions lined the inside of a rain drenched window; on them is the weather-man. Though his voice is muffled by the falling rain its clear that he is talking about it. He stops for a moment to place his hand over his ear and in an instant the screen flashes to another man that is clearly distressed about something, however the rain begins to fall harder and he is quickly silenced by it.
The rain falls with such force that it takes on the form of a thick fog as the silhouette of a frail man crosses by the glowing window. He walks in an awkward manner, leaning his whole body forward as he moves, and as strange as it may be
At The EndRiding in silenceAt The End7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The music is gone
But it won't be long
The others were here
They've already gone
To start on their quest
But it won't be long
The signs were all there
But we never saw them
The four keep on riding
But it won't be long
The world begins burning
Only chaos and sin
The four were not needed
For the end to begin
LostHe bellows vociferously through his silence,Lost7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Causing you to cringe and quiver.
His vacant stare meets your own,
Locking eyes in an eternal shackle.
You struggle to move,
But your limbs are bound.
You fumble with thoughts,
But all flee your mind.
For that instant, you are as he.
You are unfeeling, unthinking.
A shiver splits your spine,
Freeing you from his curse.
Your hand shakily reaches out;
It falls limp a moment later.
There is nothing you can do.
No way to help him. Not now.
Moist droplets dampen your cheeks,
Forcing you to clench your eyes shut.
You hesitate, then make your move.
You turn, and walk away.
The Little ThingsA cold chill creeps across your spine,The Little Things7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The doubt, fear and uncertainty,
Threaten to stifle you.
You shiver from your weakness,
You quaver in your hesitation.
A lone tear rolls down your cheek.
How can you ever go on?
Why bother, why even try?
What is the point when life is only pain?
A rock catches your foot,
Causing you to trip.
Cursing your luck, you wince.
And you slowly open your eyes.
A tiny beetle crawls across a leaf
Meticulously; excruciatingly slow.
You move your hand, allowing it to pass.
The tiny beetle continues on,
Happy in its sauntering stride.
You rise to your feet,
Brush of your pants,
A Taste of HeavenWhat will Heaven be like?A Taste of Heaven7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Will it be filled with cerulean skies?
Will the sun shine brighter each day?
Will glowing angels take us by the hand?
None can know.
There is a bit of hope,
A slight shimmer of gold among the myriad of hues.
Some still care.
Some still come to pick you up when you hurt.
Some still laugh, live and cry with you.
Some still love.
That love, undying and unyielding,
Is greater than any power on earth.
It is stronger than the tallest mountain,
More firm than the mightiest tree.
Yet it cares enough to listen, to teach,
Even to learn.
This love is so true, so pure,
Few will ever know it.
Those that do find themselves blessed.
They find strength, wisdom and understanding.
It is a taste of heaven.
Because I love youYou stumble down the road,Because I love you7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Lost and afraid.
Footsteps patter from behind,
Kicking up motes of dust.
You turn to face the stranger,
And regard him with suspicion.
You are rewarded with a smile.
May I come with you?
I have been on this path before.
I can help you on your way.
You offer him a shrug,
Expressing your indifference.
Wordlessly, he joins you.
You travel for many months,
And slowly grow comfortable.
He is kind, helpful and caring.
You turn to face him once more.
Why do you help me?
He simply smiles.
Because I love you.
Time passes. Things change.
Many times you forget about him.
You have avoided his warm smile.
But time and time again,
You return to him, crying.
You have been hurt by life.
Carefully, gently, he embraces you.
He engulfs you within his strong arms.
I am here for you. Always.
You have no need to fear.
Choking on tears, you speak.
Why do you help me?
Smiling Ritz The other day I met a rather queer young man on my way to the clubs. He was a fine and well dressed man with pearl white spats, a black high hat, and a pair of gray overalls a top a white shirt. But I'll say that it wasn't his cloths or his somewhat pale skin that got my attention, it was his smile. Such a-such a happy smile, he looked like a happy man. He looked at me as we walked toward one another and he tipped his hat and said. "Oh, good morning to ya, Billy, and how is this fine day treating you?" I thought it was strange when he spoke. Very strange actually, but also v-v-very happy; it was strange because my name is Jared, not Billy and it was also night not morning. It wasn't even a fine day either; it had been a rather stormy day. But I paid no real mind to that because he sounded so cheerful about it all.Smiling Ritz6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Well I didn't want to seem rude to this smiling man, so I smiled back and told him it was treating me well though
Could you still protect me?Could you still protect me?Could you still protect me?7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When your own world is falling down upon you?
Would you still want to hold me?
When you had someone else to call your own?
And as I fall down and look up
Will I see your hand offered to me?
Or will you just keep walking
And leave me all alone
When I wake up crying
From the bad man in my dream
Could I rollover and find you
Or will I turn over to the empty side of the bed?
Dear CupidCupid, why do you shoot me?Dear Cupid7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With your arrow of love
Are you aware that it still rips me open
And there is no one to tend my wounds?
Every time you strike me
I collapse to the ground
Falling for the wrong people
Is it me you hate? Or is your aim just off?
The Shadows HungerThe Shadows HungerThe Shadows Hunger8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Over the hills and far away live the family, Morolay.
In a villa they call home live a father, mother, and the children they do own.
On one day the family thirst they need quenched, nothing new but water they wished.
Mother sends both son and daughter, to fetch a pale and not to wander.
The boy is Jack and his sister Jill, like the old they climb the hill.
A deep well entices but fear not, the ground is still, grassless with drought.
With bucket full from simple labor, they strain to return it to surface waiters.
A crank they turn one notch every pull, before stopped by a sound deep like a bull.
The bucket halted three notches too short, as their eyes scoured for the distraught snort.
A crag ahead two hills away, spotted three red lights too brightly they sway.
Jill the younger was wrought with fear, screamed first in horror to the beasts that sneer
The shadows broke to monsters movement, many stir with malice and ill intent.
The Hunger be their cursed n
The CreatureYou stand, quivering in fear--The Creature7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The greatest adversary lies before you.
There is no hope of escape.
Long, slender arms reach out,
Poking and prodding into your very soul.
Finding its desire, the creature pounces.
You gasp and struggle to fight back,
Hoping to placate the horrid beast.
But it is too strong, too determined.
The arms mercilessly tear and claw,
Rending your chest a gaping hole.
Giggling with glee, the creature moves.
It contacts you for but an instant;
In that moment, your body becomes ice.
You are frozen in agony and despair.
Having sated its need, the hands withdraw.
The creature leaves with a knowing glare.
It will return to feed again.
NG-1: Wait in the OfficeWell, you were already going to be sitting here all night, so no point in changing it now. Besides, you wanted to familiarize yourself with the tools at your disposal. On your desk sat a telephone, a fan, several monitors that seemed to be broken, a large speaker and a ton of dust and cobwebs. Ew.NG-1: Wait in the Office6 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Checking the top desk drawer revealed a large, bulky, but portable tablet. You stared at it for a second, not expecting to see such advanced technology in a children's pizzeria. The company must have been rolling in it when the security system was installed. Powering on the tablet showed a camera feed, with a map in the bottom right highlighting what room you were currently viewing as well as the name. A battery level icon sat in the bottom left, proudly displaying "Connected" as opposed to a percentage.
The monitor was displaying the camera view for the Backstage area if the name was any indication, and you had to admit that the room was... creepy.
Eyeless suit heads stared out from shelving
The Little SpiritsThe Little Spirits9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a light touch from the nursery spirits
was all it took to make the child
there was a mother's mild gratitude, but now
the sprouted man bows
before the energies that burst
his first Salamander summer into bloom
sand castles stuck well with Undine dew
condensed in moats lined with Gnome stones.
Wisp light slipped between leaves,
between the silken Dryad-dresses
draped along canopy-trees
that hid Shade and his dreaming eye
Luna smiled on sleepy faces
and Jinn smoked the hearth fires, playing
breezes like long lullaby pipes
the sprouted man remembers laughter
in the lucent lightning strands
of summer stars,
his grownup eyes blown wide, love abundant
at the touch of little spirits on his skin
Rainy Day Disaster 3 EndAfter Miss Growler took a quick look at it, she put some padding around it and called her brother, Officer Growler, for a ride into town. She stated there was no need to get an ambulance from the city, yet the doctor’s office in town was more equipped to handle this better then she was.Rainy Day Disaster 3 End2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The ride on a bicycle hadn’t been much fun, but Pong Ping was now happy to be out of the door, not to mention both siblings were rather sympathetic to his situation. Officer Growler mentioned the time his tail was bitten by a horse.
“Rather unenjoyable, if I do recall. I did black out though.. “ He turned the corner to the doctor’s street. “Good on you for keeping your head. I would have fainted the moment that door shut when I was a chap.”
“I almost did when Podg-eh tried to pull meh out..” Pong Ping sighed.
“Don’t be too hard on him, lad. He’s not too bright, but he was only trying to help…” Growler said.
Dreamstone Fanfiction The Temple of Dreams 4Back inside the temple, the temple Noops were trying to think of a way to get their Land of Dreams counterparts to speak with each other again and Spildit of course is helping them to think of ideas. While Rufus was sitting on one side of the table where they had their tea looking sorry for himself and Amberley was at another table, also looking sorry for herself. She turned her head for a second to look at Rufus, but then she quickly turned away, Rufus noticed this and just sighed.Dreamstone Fanfiction The Temple of Dreams 42 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
'I know, we'll shove Rufus and Amberley into a chamber where the walls close in on each other'?, suggested Rufu.
'Huh?! Why would you want to do that'?, exclammed Amberlite.
'So that Rufus can come to her rescue'., explanned Rufu.
'Hold on, perhaps Amberley finds a way to save them both? Besides we don't have such chambers. We didn't want the whole temple to be a death trap'., added Rufunkhamen.
'It was just a thought'., retorted Rufu.
'Please, don't fight, that's the last thing we need'., said Rufuses, put
Trixie Has A Problem - Chap 2Trixie Has A Problem - Chap 22 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Teen - Dark - Human - Alternate Universe
Some indiscernible amount of time passed as Twilight stared at first with a blank expression, trying not to look at Trixie’s new adornments, mouth hanging open in disbelief. Betraying invisible wires tugged the edges of her forming grin wide open, making her snort before she slapped a hand over the bottom of her face. She had seen transformation spells before, a wide variety in fact and of many different stages, and she knew that a single pair of cow or pony ears should not have been this funny or surprising, but something about Trixie’s demeanour and the fact that it had happened to her was causing a swelling hilarity inside to try and burst out. Under the impression that the spell was a mere prank, Twilight felt there was no present danger, and began to lose her composure.
“O-o okay, oh gosh I’m so sorry! S-so,” she stumbled across her words, attempting to continue whilst doing a poor job of trying not to l
Dreamstone Fanfiction Blob's New Recruits 3A little later, the group finally reached the top of the mountain of Viltheed. There was a large stone platform that acted as a runway of sorts and on the runway, there were two teams of Urpneys, pulling on two long ropes, as they pulling out a large wooden platform on wooden wheels, and on top of that was the Whirlyped.Dreamstone Fanfiction Blob's New Recruits 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There was another Urpney, who looked rather depressed. He was banging on a drum and saying 'Heave', in a very low and uninterested tone. Each time he said 'Heave', the Urpney teams would pull on the rope again. Blob was admiring their form of transport, as it was being pulled along. Frizz and Nug just looked at each other as the two felt that they were tricked somehow into attending the mission and Rufus and Amberley looked on at the two groups of Urpneys on the ropes.
'Ah the Whirlyped looks as good now as it was when it was first assembled. 'E is rather annoying, but I'll give Urpgor credit for the work 'e 'as done repairing it'., Blob said with pride.
'I see Urpgor