Hetalia Pledge of AllegianceI pledge allegiance to HetaliaHetalia Pledge of Allegiance4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the nation that I live in.
For America's the hero,
England's cooking sucks,
Under Grandpa Rome
With Tony, hilarity, and crack for all.
Based off of the American pledge of allegiance, which I will post here so u can get this:
I pledge allegiance to the flag
And the United States of America.
And to the republic, for which it stands,
With liberty and justice for all.
Kill or Be Killed [Underfell] I won't give up on you...Kill or Be Killed [Underfell]3 months ago in Horror More Like This
My breath was shuttering against my aching chest as I peered through my swelled up eye lid. I could see the red flames that practically littered the field. Seeing as the shorter skeleton chuckle at my cowering stance. He was prepare to kill me... but he waited. Enjoying the sight at my injured frame, enjoying the sight of my blood trickling down my chin.
He didn't give up on you...
I could feel a red aura surround me, trying my best not to cry out as it pressed against my broken rips. Feeling my feet brush up against the ground as he lifted me up into the air with a laugh. I could see the glint of his golden tooth before tossing me to the side like I was a useless toy he couldn't play with anymore instead of a person. The sound of multiple small bones in my arm and side cracked as I slid along the ground, feeling the burn of the snow.
Where'd Prussia GoWhere'd Prussia Go4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hey, you. Yeah, you. This is just me messing with lyrics.
You've been warned.
And like Prussia, I don't feel bad if you don't listen to the warning.
For those of you still reading...
"Hey, Spain, is this thing on?"
"I think so. Say something."
"SPAIN IS THE PEDO-BEAR!"
"That's a lie and you know it!!!"
"Well judging by that echo I'd say it's on."
"Thanks a lot, Prussia...just do your stupid song."
"Okay, okay...it's not like anyone really heard that...
Left for a day, day, day, day
Went to bug Austria again-gain-gain-gain
Got beaten up by Hungary-ry-ry-ry
And went home to find my nation miss-ing, yeah, yeah.
Where could it have gone...where could it have gone...?
I throw my arms up in the air sometimes saying
"AYOOO, WHERE'D MY NATION GO?"
I really don't wanna share land with West so
"AYOOO, WHERE'D MY NATION GO?"
Oh you know when it's back, you'll be in my trap
I'll invade ev'ry vital region on the map
I warned you once...don't you try to
ZALGO-The song that ends EartheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeZALGO-The song that ends Earth6 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
I close my eyes, plug my ears, roll around in my bed, try not to notice the annoying sound. What has happened to silence? Where has it gone? I concentrate on the quiet ticking of the clock, but the sound doesn't fade. I sigh and try to float away in my thoughts, to a happy, silent place. It doesn't shut up. I only wish it would SHUT UP. Nothing else. It's laughing at my despair.
Every now and then, my ears explode with that silent screaming. It's not just that ordinary buzzing sound you get after loud music. No. Something is wrong. Something is definitely wrong.
It sounds familiar. Like I had heard it a long time ago. But it was a long time ago. Hidden away, somewhere in the dark corners of my corrupted mind, the memory sits, dying. Rotting. Waiting. Maybe if I try really hard, I'll remember.
I'm not sure I want to remember. I'm sure I shouldn't. It's probably locked away in my head for
ChristmasTales 12: UnderTaleFrisk's eyes snapped open when she heard it, the toll of her alarm clock as she stared out into the night sky, the fresh crisp air the flowed in from the open window. She jumped up, pulling the covers off her as she padded her way softly down towards the door of her bedroom. Everyone was surely still asleep... it was... six AM In the morning. Yet Frisk barely slept a wink last night at the possibilities. It was Christmas after all.ChristmasTales 12: UnderTale1 month ago in General Fiction More Like This
She peered out of her door, glancing down the hall way. Everyone had come over for Christmas Eve last night. And a great many of her family stayed over. She saw the dim light of the moon shining through one of the bedroom doors as her eyes adjusted to the darkness; probably where Undyne and Alphys were staying. Her heart almost leaped when she heard a loud snore coming from downstairs. No doubt... that was Papyrus. Her eyes peered out past the railings to see the taller skeleton sprawled out on the couch. Yet... Sans wasn't anywhere to be seen.
F.A.Q about Parrot care, mainly lovebirds.Why do we have to clip our bird's wings and nails? Does it hurt them?F.A.Q about Parrot care, mainly lovebirds.3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
It's not the meaty wings that we cut, but the flight feathers. For lovebirds, the best to cut are the outer five on each each wing, half way too. The birds will still be able to take off the ground and glide across about 1 meter but can't continuously airborne, they can also glide down to land safely. Birds are easily to get surprised & fly away in terror, even a tamed one. They can crash the mirror, get into your soup, toilet... it's more cruel that way. Most my birds are wing clipped, but you see they are all healthy and happy birds. Check this pic: http://fav.me/d687eqo That's an illustration of where to cut the first 5 outer feathers. This is an example of wrong wing clipping that will be likely to cause bleeding from the cut: http://www.guineafowl.com/fritsfarm/guineas/wings/clipping.gif Too many feathers cut and all the way up to the covert feathers too. It will also harm the bird when they crush down fr
The glass teardropI saw it in a shop, I barely remember what I was doing there now. It was one of those shops full of useless odds and ends, knick-knacks, good-looking junk. I think I was shopping for an aunt, letting my gaze sweep across the tacky wares in the hope of spotting something inspirational. There it was, in a crowded display cabinet in the back corner of the shop. A glass teardrop.The glass teardrop10 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
It wasn't one of those cheap pieces of glass on string, nor a faceted crystal teardrop. It was suspended inside another block of glass somehow, with other shafts and angles intercepting it, but not splitting it or spoiling it. I stared at it for countless minutes trying to work out if it was glass and air, cracked glass, sheets of glass or some other clever technique. The light poured around it, bright and dark, but it still stood alone in the centre of its block.
I must have stared at it for too long, because the little old lady who worked behind the counter appeared at my side and asked if she could help me. I a
Megaman X...XMegaman X…X!Megaman X...X12 years ago in Humor More Like This
X: So, Windmill Canary, I have you cornered!
Windmill Canary: And what's so funny?
Zero: Your name! I mean Sigma finds the gayest bosses!
X: (Stifles a laugh) You're right! Remember Overdrive Ostrich?
Zero: Yeah, and what was up with that dung beetle?
Windmill Canary: ARGH! I AM NOT GAY! WINDMILL SLASH! (Tosses a giant fan)
Zero: (Holds out saber, doesn't even move, windmill fan cuts itself on saber and falls in half, accomplishing nothing) You done yet?
Windmill Canary: Yeah…(Walks into Zero's saber and dies)
Zero: That was simple. Who's next?
X: Uhm…Knight Mare, Bubble Gecko, Hungry Hungry Hippo, Ben Sutta, not to mention—
Zero: Is there anything COOL to fight?
X: Well…Sigma found a Red Eyes Black Dragon…
Zero: DUDE! He knows he can't bring that into a Megaman episode! The Board of Authors will totally come down on his ass!
X: I didn't say he was using it…
What Color Are Pianos?What Color Are Pianos?6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
black and white,
She told me without hesitation,
Her face dead straight
No trace of humor in her tone.
How wrong she was
Pianos are transparent,
A plain canvas eagerly awaiting the first dip of the brush,
That first, ringing note that
Streams out, expanding into this
Cacophony of color
Ranging from the coolest hints of intermezzo blues,
The bright allegro yellows
Red, bold fortes,
Silences as golden as the notes themselves.
How wrong you are,
I wanted to tell her.
No, Pianos are not just Black and White.
Underfell thing/Fear the cute thingHe was panting, his ribcage actually heaving as the monster struggled to stay up right, tightening his hold on the warm body that wiggled. He tightened his grip on the human as the Monster turn a left, then blinked to the far right gasping out at the effort to use his magic even that much, before he turned and dropped with a grunt.Underfell thing/Fear the cute thing3 months ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
It was a few moments, or minutes as he leaned back against the sheltering tree he was under, the pine branches here were always thick enough that in this spot there was no snow. When the shaking started, the monster sighed in exasperation at his pinned captive's response to the cold. He tried to ignore it, not wanting to give the human he was holding any more of a chance to rest as he was.
The rapid Resets and Save loads from killing the human over and over were effecting him now, magic bleeding through his bones like sweat as Sans swallowed. The Monster gave a snarl at feeling the human move again, or it would have been a snarl if he wasn't panting still so
Stereotypes During A World Meeting-WHY!It was time for another world meeting, a RIDICULOUSLY out of control one that had all but destroyed the room it was being held in. After watching his fellow nations fighting for almost four hours non-stop, Romano stood up and slammed his hand down on the table before him.Stereotypes During A World Meeting-WHY!4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"EVERYONE SHUT THE HELL UP! You're all just using idiotic stereotypes to argue with one another!" The Italian yelled, ushering a silence into the room. The silence hung over the room like a thick fog until Austria stood and cleared his throat.
"You know...I always thought stereotypes were kind of ridiculous. So I wrote a song about it," the man said, handing Romano a piece of sheet music. After staring at the page for what seemed like forever, Romano smirked.
"And it goes a little something like this. I think I love you more than the Japanese love tentacle porn, and we should dance dance dance d-d-dance to these stereotypes," the older Italian sang, laughing when he saw Japan blush. When the older country glared at hi
Credo PaperCredo Paper: The Story of a Spliced GentlemanCredo Paper5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
My name is Paul Darby. Before I begin my story, I want to let you, the reader, know a few things about what I'm about to write. For starters, everything I put here is true, not exaggerated or made up. Many things have happened in my life that I'm proud of, and that I'm not proud of. I've shed many tears in my life and have closed myself off from some people at times. I am who I am, so if you cannot accept what I've done and continue to respect me, then no offense to you, but you're not being fair, at all. Let us begin the story of my life.
I was born and raised here in Folsom, Pennsylvania. I have essentially lived here all my life, save for the few years I was in Prospect Park with my mother and aunt. As a baby, life wasn't much different than what you'd normally expect; I had a mother and father in my life, I had a grandmother and I had sisters. It was what the normal family would be. But my family? Well, we're anything but normal. At the
Yoglabs Before 1: Owls and zombies“Dr Rutherford?!” Dr Testificate MD ran down the white hallway, following the red path to their animal testing area. As he neared the room he was headed for, he noticed the floor shining with nails and wood. “Dr Rutherford?” Hannah quickly turned around, opening her mouth as if to defend the fact she was boarding up the door, but no words came, so she just closed her mouth again.Yoglabs Before 1: Owls and zombies3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“What are you doing to the door?” Dr Testificate asked, pointing towards the door and looking at the hammer in her hand. Hannah nodded her head, trying to think of something to say. Dr Testificate watched Hannah think of something to say, looking her up and down. From the space boots to the Magnum tucked into her belt to the goggles on her head.
“I’m boarding it up.” Hannah settled with, mentally hitting herself.
“That much is clear. But why?” Dr Testificate asked, pulling out a clipboard and scribbling words down onto a piece of paper.
Taking Care: Chapter 2: My Child"YOU FOUND THEM IN THE FOREST?!"Taking Care: Chapter 2: My Child3 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sans quickly put a bony finger in front of his smile as he looked down at the kid. They were standing in the kitchen as the child sat in nothing but a cloth diaper. Their eye's wandered around, but mostly they clung to Sans arm as he slowly wiped the warm cloth over their body. Removing the dirt and ice that had clung to them when Sans had first found them. But... he noticed something else...
...dust... it was only a little bit, but it was clinging to the kids hands. What had happened?
"they were lying right outside the door to the ruins... like someone had came out and laid them right on the ground."
Papyrus frown, looking down at the little child as their hazel eye's peered up at the taller skeleton, making him twitch nervously. He had settled on the fact that there was no way that he could capture a human 'child' barely older then 2 years old. His eye's glancing back over at Sans... the thought still wondering if
Social AnxietyI was sitting in my room againSocial Anxiety9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The lights were off and the curtains closed
But the moon still hadn't shown up yet
Just sitting in my underwear
My head against the radiator
Thinking about those "friends" of mine
What were they doing and were they thinking of me?
Didn't matter, it's not like I'll have the confidence to go out again
It's only the alcohol that made me smile and say small quiet words
Only the alcohol that stopped me crumbling
My ability to socially interact with others
Relies solely on rum and vodka
I said I'd never drink
Doesn't matter, it'll only be a few more weeks, or was it months?
Until I could even think of going out again
I enjoyed the dark
I didn't have to look at myself
Or should I say, what others had to look at
I turn to peek out of the window
Moving the curtain ever so slightly,
Desperate not to make eye contact with anyone
But then, there's the problem
Of people thinking that you have a sexuality
When you don't have one at all
And when you are e
Undone by you.I left everything I knew behindUndone by you.7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Forgot everyone I ever knew
Just to... to what? Why?
Yet here I am, undone by you...
Taking the first move, I look above,
nothing but the clouds closing in,
where were you when I needed you around,
when I needed to hear that voice within...?
Nowhere to be found; something sadly unexpected,
called your name out loud, you simply vanished.
So as your fake promises of eternity,
so as your fake smile, an unborn reality...
Just a random sketch in your life,
a stain in your heart, is that all I am?
Is that all I was? Just another night?
Do I even exist? A ghost, that's all I am?
Disgrace and despair, dreadful combination,
burn my soul, turn me into ashes,
and if you dare to, kill me with your reflection,
a mirror will do, your real you would make me vanish...
Now the time has come:
alive or death, what's it going to be...?
For you, become undone?
or for me, to be what I want to be?
The sound of a broken heartLove is a poison that tears you apartThe sound of a broken heart7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Distracting your thoughs
Decieving your heart
Love is a mirror that reflects your mind
Faking your smiles
Hearing the sound
A record you'll always remind
Scatterd, lost, nowhere to be found
Love is a million butterflies
Falling down from the sky
Like a thousend different colours
Silently whispering their goodbye
Love is a drug that keeps you alive
It can make your heart beat
At the cost of your life
FAILFail, fail, failFAIL7 years ago in Humor More Like This
Fail, FAIL, fail
Fail, fail, fail, fail, fail, fail, fail, fail, fail, fail
Fail, fail, fail, fail, fail
I love you.
Bring Me DownYou can bring me down,Bring Me Down7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but you can't touch them.
You will never get them.
You can insult me,
take away my freedom,
take away my life.
You will not touch them.
The people I would die for,
I will protect you even after death.
You can bring me down,
but you can't touch them.
Do You?Every time I see you,Do You?7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But on the inside
I know you are torn.
You can try to hide it
but you can't.
You smile to hide the pain
of the burden you carry.
You can't hide it.
You always act so random,
but I know that there is something more.
Buried deep inside that no one else can see.
Try as you might, you can't hide it.
What can I do, when you won't let me in?
To see the real you, without the shield.
I wouldn't care, don't be afraid.
For I will always be here.
You can leave a million times,
but in the end, I'm still here.
The question is,
Do you want me to be?
Breaking Their Hold 03alex and i headed to dinner at the dining hall, yes, dining hall. this was like no school cafeteria i'd ever seen; the place had long wooden tables and chairs and the food was awesome. that night spaghetti and meatballs was served, even with garlic bread on the side. maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.Breaking Their Hold 037 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
we sat at a table up in the front, with a couple other guys who were friends of alex. there was johnny, a really short guy with blonde and black hair; travis, a sort of pudgy guy with dark brown hair and a five o'clock shadow; jimmy, who was really tall and had longish hair; and a really quiet kid with glasses who alex later told me was named chester. jimmy was a hilarious kid, and i knew right from the start that we'd get along fine. the first thing he did when he got to the table was pull johnny's chair from out underneath him; i dont even know how he did that without johnny noticing.
"owww!!! your such an asshole jimmy!" johnny squealed as he picked himself off the floor.
Breaking Their Hold 02"who the fuck are you?" a guy yelled at me as he entered the room. he was fairly tall, around 6 feet tall, and his body was fairly muscular. and me at a mere 5'8" with chicken arms, yea i was screwed.Breaking Their Hold 027 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"um...i'm zacky. i was told this was my room." he came closer to me, staring at me as if i was some sort of science project. then he relaxed, his eyes no in an intense stare anymore. he laughed lightly, running his hands through his sandy brown hair.
"sorry bout that," he shrugged, "they didnt tell me i was getting a new roommate." he walked over to his bed, flopping onto its surface. "i'm ektor by the way. but you can call me alex, everyone does." he didnt seem so bad as he talked a bit, but i could see how bert could call him stand-offish. not once did he make eye contact with me. there was an awkward silence for a little bit, until finally he spoke again.
"so zacky, why are you in this glorious place?" he grinned, the sarcasm oozing in his voice.
"my parents made me go here. said i was
To My LoveTo my loveTo My Love5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Let it be known that you have powers you are unaware of
I find myself lost in the liquid pools of deep brown that are your beautiful eyes
When you smile, I smile back in attempt to match your smile so bright
Your voice elminates all bad vibes from me, sending me much happier ones in return
Your hands, gentle and warm, show me it's okay to smile and be positive
Your love tells me how much I really mean
You are the key to my soft heart
And I couldn't have found anyone more trustworthy to take care of it
I love you
Don't ever forget <3