Heavenly Sound Chapter 1Heavenly Sound Chapter 12 years ago in Settings More Like This
Chapter 1 Desert Flower
Mother always told me to fallow my instincts for you are never far off from them.
"Oh Katarina there you are. Your father's looking for you." My god-father told me.
"Van, I don't want too. Please let me continue to play with my doll. Besides he never has any time for me anyways." I stood up and looked at the golden eyed and haired man.
"Kat please don't be like that. I'll show you some alchemy later if you do." He smiled and reached his hand out to me.
"Fine, but I still don't see why you're not my father instead of that King of ours. Like really all he ever thinks about is himself not about the people." I told him as we walked down the long corridor to my father's throne room.
"I'm sorry my lady it doesn't work like that; besides there are thousands that would kill to be a princess, like yourself." He replied.
Van Hohenheim had been there since my birth. He was my father's alchemy advisor. Van and his master were trying to come
Strong EnoughFrancis parked the car in the driveway of the house and nearly ripped the key out of the ignition. He grabbed his papers while unbuckling his seatbelt, and once he had opened the door, he slid out. With a huff, he slammed the door shut with his foot and stormed towards the house.Strong Enough2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He felt insulted, although he had no idea why. He could not believe that man, a co-worker, insulted life like it was nothing. Francis respected the fact that people were free to make their own choicethat's what free will was for, right? But when someone treats another life like it was nothing, like it was only another drawing on a blueprint that should be scrapped, for no particular reason, that's when Francis put his foot down.
He knew what it was like, first hand, to lose something. And it broke his heart when people treated gifts like rubbish.
He opened the front door to the house and closed it loudly behind him while wiping his feet on the carpet. He could hear his children laughing at the dining tab
Mended Family"Leo "Mended Family2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ever get the feeling that we're different than other kids?"
The blue haired thirteen-year-old looked up from his sandwich and stared at his brother. "Different as in how?" he asked.
Sparky stirred his yogurt around in circles with his spoon, never once looking up. "Well, for one thing, we seem to be eating lunch under the washroom sinks every other day," he mumbled.
Galileo blinked and then looked about. He had almost forgotten where they were until he saw the tiled floor and the stalls across from them. They were, in fact, sitting beneath the sinks in the boys' washrooms at their school, something he and Sparky did certain days of the week when trouble was around. It was not that they enjoyed doing so, of course not; more because it was the only place safe for them to be when bullies were around.
They had hardly grabbed their lunch bags when the noon bell rang. And while other students rushed to their places in the cafeteria, the two stepbrothers rushed int
Debajo de mi cama FAILDebajo de mi cama FAIL3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Dentro, muy dentro, en el lugar más olvidado de la fría y silenciosa biblioteca de la escuela, hay una chica de una incomprensible apariencia, como si hubiera salido de algún libro de fantasía "
-Viernes. suspiré relajada mientras salía de la biblioteca.
No había un día más genial que el viernes, a pesar de que todos eran iguales, había algo especial en ellos. Tal vez se debía a que yo veía las cosas de distinta forma, de otro color.
Al caminar por los pasillos de la escuela sentí las miradas de todos. Llamar la atención no era algo que me gustara mucho, pero no dejaban de mirarme como siempre, y yo no sabía si era por mi ropa anticuada o por la torre de libros que siempre cargaba conmigo.
Yo no era la clase de chica que se preocupaba por su aspecto. Lo único que importaba era leer, no para saber más, si no para cumplir con mi propósito, el que surgió hace alg&
WinterdustWhen Kamui is seven, he finds his father sitting in a chair in a stark, bare room with his head in his hands. An old nurse passes him at the doorway, dressed in white with a clipboard under her arm. She takes a moment to kneel down and ruffle Kamui's messy, uncombed hair; her smile is sad, and Kamui doesn't understand.Winterdust2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There are other people in the room, too. Their low murmurs make his father's shoulders shake and Kamui sees a white sheet pulled over his mother's face, before a bundle wrapped in white (white white white) is placed gently into his father's arms. His father's cheeks are damp and mottled, but he looks down at the bundle and smiles, just like the nurse. He looks up and sees Kamui still hovering at the doorway, and beckons him over.
Kamui peers into the folds of fabric. He sees a chubby brown face with clear gray eyes (kind of like his?) staring back at him, quietly, and Kamui still doesn't quite get it but he knows enough to be unnerved anyway.
To ____To finally dieTo ____2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To call it quits.
To finally end
My restless fits.
My fits of rage.
My fits of despair.
My fits to which
No damage of can be repaired.
To have my last laugh with life
And my final fight with fate
Before I hit the dirt
And think of non more late.
To finally die...
Call it quits...
To put a rest
To my bleeding wrists.
Prussia x teen!reader: please forgive me part 3"frau," Prussia said placing a hand on (names) cheek. "Vhy did you come here, I zhought you hated me." (name) held his hand against her cheek, "Prussia I want to tell you I don't hate you. Actually I really like you like alot..." prussia looked at the fragile fractured girl before his eyes. He felt his heart clench at her words. "(name) ich liebe dich, but you are too younge." (name) looked up at him "n-no I'm not your only 20 I'm almost 16" Prussia smiled and held her close in his arms and kissed her forehead. "Frau you can stay here." (name) looked confused " you can stay here, I vill not let you stay in zhat house. It's too dangerous for you to stay there." (name) nodded. "here it's midnight you need sleep." Prussia led her to his Bed and kissed her fire head before leaving the room.Prussia x teen!reader: please forgive me part 31 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
*in zha living room*
France and Spain where sitting chatting but where quickly silenced by prussias footsteps. "so what are we king to do mi amigo?" Spain said "Vell I told her she could stay here. Bu
2P AmericaXDepressed reader happy ending I heard a distant beeping in the background. Some one was holding my hand wishing for my best and sobbing. Did I cause someone this much pain. I remember pain. That feeling...it lets us know we're still alive. I needed pain to live.2P AmericaXDepressed reader happy ending7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I tried on prom dresses with my friends. We giggled about our dates. They were insecure about a guy asking them to the prom. I was the only one with a boyfriend...I didn't understand they're insecure feelings. I wanted to. I really did. I felt alone, but I didn't know it at the time. I claimed to myself I felt nothing. Nothing. But it was something...a sharp pain in my heart, calling for help, but no could answer.
"So what's it like dating Jason for so long" Rosella asks (Hetalia girls I always imagine them with someone)
"I dunno...like yeah its good, but theres no spark" I tell them
"Well tonight they'll defiently be a spark" Cherry teased
I faked a giggle. I was getting to be the actress that nobo
Mythology Class: PrologueMythos High was a completely normal school. (Emphasis on was.)Mythology Class: Prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
And as of now, the students are having their lunch. But we will not focus on them eating. This part of the story happens in front of the school's main door. Inside the school, of course.
The scene here is pretty normal. Okay, first of all, imagine a school hallway with lockers. And then kids walking and talking. There are cliques. A cheerleader just cartwheeled. There are group of shufflers shuffling. Some bad-ass jocks picking on a nerd. And some weird looking goth people. The place is just noisy.
If you are able to imagine that, then you just imagined Mythos High.
And now, comes the fun.
The front doors flew open. Everyone in the hall turned their attention to the doors.
Standing outside was group of thirteen teenagers. They all looked like they had this vague family resemblance about them which was weird. Except two who looked exactly like each other. They gave of an aura of power and sort of toget
If I Could DrawIf I could draw, I'd draw the world.If I Could Draw7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'd draw abstract with a bunch of swirls.
I'd draw some trees and a small lake.
I'd draw the truth, as well as the fake.
I'd draw my friends and I'd draw me.
I'd draw the details of everything I see.
I'd draw the visions in my head.
I'd draw the dreams from my bed.
I'd let you see the world as I do.
I'd capture what's known by few.
There's just some things words can't show,
Some parts of my head you'll never know.
My drawings are so terribly bad.
Artistic ability, I wish I had.
Un dia ...Un dia ...3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A veces me siento tan cansada que quiero rendirme, dejar todo. "¿Qué importa?" suelo preguntarme constantemente. Ya son algunos días los que pasan sin sentido, los que vivo por vivir. No hay un significado para seguir en un mundo como éste, dónde las personas no sonríen y sólo están para ver en los demás sus defectos. Para burlarse y querer aplastarte como un vil insecto. Te hacen sentir insignificante, solo.
Estoy fuera de la escuela, esperando a que mamá llegue por mí para ir a casa y continuar con la rutina: comer, bañarme, lavar mi uniforme, hacer tarea, deberes en casa, cenar y dormir. Un ciclo que me está consumiendo y quiero terminar con todo. Como es común, miro al cielo, como si algo fuera a venir de ahí para rescatarme de mi aburrimiento. Pero nada. Sólo está despejado y el sol más intenso que nunca, haciendo arder mis brazos. "Ya quiero que sea invierno" pienso mientras me pongo bajo la
184.108.40.206.121 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
my stomach is a hollow pit
my bones scrape against each other, fighting for space
my blood, hot-cold, stumbles through my arteries, tired of its endless duty
teeth to gums, hard to soft
have been gritted together so hard
my body, rough skin over a soft petal of fat
these sandpaper eyes
with my swamp throat
i swallow rocks and polluted air
to work their way through the tired blood
the shriveled esophagus
to my cavern stomach
is this my existence
plastic bag muscles
unwanted piece of hair, like a blessing
too short, it falls in my sandpaper eye
soon its dead cells will grow too sick of the scalp it resides on
it will fall to the ground, escaping the bruised skull that hates the brain inside
am i alive
the white light
i see it everywhere
like a dream i flutter down the hallway
are they here
humans like my dream characters
the game generated human you try to defeat,
but forget about twenty minutes later
humans like robots
i see them everywhere
EscarabajosEscarabajos3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
-Uno dos tres cuatro
Recuerdo a mamá contando para que yo corriera a esconderme. Siempre jugábamos al escondite cuando papá iba a trabajar.
-cinco seis siete ocho
También me acuerdo de un escarabajo en el jardín mientras me agachaba tras unos arbustos.
-nueve diez once doce
No había visto nunca un escarabajo como ese. Era tan hermoso me hipnotizaba. Por un momento olvidé lo que estaba haciendo y comencé a sentir mucha hambre.
-trece catorce quince dieciséis
Algo inquietaba mis pensamientos, sólo pensaba en comer comer comer
-diecisiete dieciocho diecinueve
Perdí el equilibrio. Me tambaleé un par de veces antes de caer hacia atrás, sobre una especie de nido de escarabajos.
-¡Auxilio! ¡Mamá! ¡Ayuda! Grité aterrado mientras intentaba levantarme.
Deadlock - 10Deadlock - 102 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Elena looked out the windows nervously as they pulled up to a large cabin just a mile or so out of town. There wasn't a single pane of glass on the wooden building, and pine trees bowed toward the house as if they were put there to purposely hide it. There was no door that Nessa could see, and when Sky killed the engine the sound of insects pierced through into the silence of the cab.
Nessa couldn't blame Elena for her anxiety; just sitting on the curb of this place, surrounded by other cars, she felt like revving the engine and getting the fluff out of there. It was impossible to explain it correctly, but Nessa could feel the magic with the chill that seeped into the car. The darkness that accompanied it.
There was a moment longer of silence before Will spoke. "Well, you ladies have fun. I'll just wait in here."
"Where's the fun in that?" Sky tried to joke, but even he sounded unsure of himself. Nessa was getting the feeling that they'd never gone undercover in this way before and she