RealityReality3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"You know Regina; I was quite confused at first when you threatened me at the station, but after deliberation I know what you've done. And let me be the first to tell you it wasn't a very good idea."
Emma watched next to Henry as Mr Gold stood confidently in the middle of Town Hall, threatening Regina in front of everyone, but she didn't look very threatened. On the contrary the mayor looked just as cocky as he did and she extended him a naughty smile from behind her podium.
"I think you should have been more careful about who you let into your company. So often I've thought that love is a weakness and so often I am proved right and this right here is the perfect proof." She said, gesturing at him and swaggering away from her podium on the stage.
"You've proved nothing witch." He spoke in a voice Emma hardly recognised; cold, cruel and calculating, not the gentle and sadistic sound she was used to.
"Oh but I have. Love is a weak spot so many have. Who'd have thought that of all pe
The Same Old Mistakes Over AgainThe Same Old Mistakes Over Again3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One moment she has no clue why she's following this unfamiliar man - Mr. Gold apparently - deeper into the forest except for the fact he said he would protect her.
And the next suddenly there are memories she didn't have before and they make sense and oh god he's right in front of her.
She wants to hit him, she wants to scream at him, but most of all she wants to hug him.
He's still walking and she realizes she has to say something, anything. She has to see his face, she needs to hear his voice, after so long she just needs him.
He slows but doesn't stop.
"No, no we're very close."
He's not going to stop she realizes, and she knows she's going to have to say more if she wants to see his face because he's just as stubborn here as he was there.
He freezes back suddenly rigid and turns to her. He's human she realizes, from the tiny crow's feet at the corners of his eyes to his peachy flesh. He's looking at her in disbelief as if someone's playing a c
My Haiku for HimYou draw music fromMy Haiku for Him2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
my body and you write your
song across my soul.
MemoryI remember you, quiet man,Memory3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
plaidly relieved against a backdrop
spangled with motes of starry dust.
I remember you, blue eyes,
all black socks and white sweater,
and the way you used to eat mayonnaise.
I made fun of you for that.
I remember you smiling,
no tubes, no pumps.
And in the blue room, I played a game,
pretending I could keep you here
as long as I stayed awake, imagining
my breath sustaining you-
in and out
in and out
in and out
and once more.
But my heart cramps,
and my eyes are sore,
and this is not so much a poem
as a thinly veiled prayer
that you still guard me as I sleep,
though open eyes did not save you.
The mute girl, and the psychotic oneThe sickest girl in the ward didn't speak, her somatic barrier was too great. She repeatedly touched her throat and her left arm. I had an obsession with my own heart attack arm.The mute girl, and the psychotic one3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When I first got there I experienced a great difference between the left and the right side of my body, which made total sense since there was an electric overcharge in the right part of my brain, which caused fever in just the left side of my body. I had a hard time convincing myself it wasn't fatal, every time someone touched my left arm my heart could explode. My conviction was so strong that I saw bruises grow and rapidly cover the whole arm while a nurse held it to take a blood sample. I screamed for what felt like half an hour until I was given a shot to knock me out.
I tried to communicate with the mute girl for hours every day. I felt like her problems was just the next step of my own.
I pulled out the most important pages from my notebook and gave them to her. Mostly equations of words, numbers and ma
DrugNo needles touch skin,Drug3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
nor any pills,
or even inhaled.
they remain away,
away from this harsh Earth.
They stare out windows
seeing things that aren't there
talking to myths and legends.
So far, far away
then we ever
could even think.
Thoughts on paper,
images scrawled down
in hasty markings.
Things said and drawn
that never have been before.
How do they keep going
without being grounded
to this dark Earth.
Yet they are here,
more than we ever think
seeing things that others never can.
They are writers and artists
using something that we have forgotten
seeing and hearing
with their imagination.
.His hands soften.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
as my skin
as my bones
start to creak
as my eyes
fill with fog
as my heart goes
Sweet SerenityI have searched the very depths of my being,Sweet Serenity2 years 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
Japan x Pregnant! Reader~ Part Four~Japan x Pregnant! Reader~ Part Four~2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"One more push, Ms. _____!" A doctor exclaimed. Your face was already red and sweating like crazy. Your hand clenched Kiku's tightly, making his fingers go purple.
You let your head slack back for a moment before leaning up again to push, as hard as you possibly could before you felt something slip out and heard a baby cry. You sigh as you relaxed back again, panting. You wanted to sleep, but the want/need to see and hold your child beat it.
You finally let go of Kiku's hand and he rubbed his hand gingerly. You could've sworn you saw a few tears in his eyes. The doctor eventually handed you your baby wrapped in a tiny blue blanket.
"It's a boy.." Kiku said as he let you hold him first.
You nod a bit and look down at the baby's face. He had wide, brown eyes like Kiku and black, shiny hair like his as well. He had your face shape and nose. You looked up at Kiku and totally saw the resemblance. You pull him down so he was squeezed into the bed beside you. You still held the child while Ki
Japan x Pregnant! Reader~ Part Five (Finale)~Japan x Pregnant! Reader~ Part Five (Finale)~2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Three years passed since you gave birth to your first son, and by now you and Kiku were married, and on your second and third children. This time, they were twins, and your little three year old was excited.
"What's it gonna be, Mama?" He asked excitedly as he crawled into bed with you and Kiku, who was still asleep.
"I don't know, baby." You answered and wrapped him in a tight hug, being cautious (as Kiku would want) of your 6-month-pregnant belly.
"I hope they're two boys."
You chuckled a bit. "Why's that?"
"Cause the girls in my day care class are stupid, and annoying."
"Totoro, zat is not porite." You heard your half-asleep husband say and Totoro pouted a little.
Kiku sat up to hug you both. "I want two hearthy babies, regardress of gender."
You smiled a bit and rubbed your tummy. "I want (whatever you want)."
"That'd be nice." Kiku said and you nod.
"But we'll have to wait and see."
He nodded a bit and held you closer, kissing your cheek gently.
A Tale of Nightmares (LJXReader) Part 3(12 YEARS LATER)A Tale of Nightmares (LJXReader) Part 32 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You are now 20 years old, and it’s the second night in your very first apartment. You’re in your new room, unpacking all of your clothes and other boxes. As you bend down to get more clothes out of the box, you notice another smaller box labeled “Old”. You put the clothes down on your bed and cut the tape open with a kitchen knife.
You open it up to find several toys and trinkets from when you were a kid that you never wanted to get rid of. You get out a coloring and activity book and look through it, chuckling at yourself at how messy you were. But, a few pages in, you notice that some of them are actually very neat. The pages were actually filled inside the lines, and the colors were either correct, or in a rainbow pattern.
You get an odd feeling for some reason, like there’s a certain detail you’re missing. You shrug it off. Your parents probably just helped you or something like that. You put the coloring book back in the box. Yo
Laughing Jack x Reader Chapter 5Chapter 5:Laughing Jack x Reader Chapter 51 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Who is he?!"- you yelled pointing at the tall, faceless man. Laughing Jack rubbed the back of his neck- "(Y/N)... This is Slenderass... I MEAN!! Slenderman..."
"WHY HAVEN'T YOU KILLED HIM?!"- Slenderman yelled, grabbing Laughing Jack by his collar.
"Kill who?"- you asked.
"I was going to! But you burst in the moment!!"- Laughing Jack yelled while separating from Slenderman.
"Kill who?"- you asked once more.
"I should've never have let you do this mission!! I should've picked Masky and Hoodie. Oh! Even better... I SHOULD'VE PICKED JEFF!"
Laughing Jack gasped shockedly- "YOU ARE A DICK!"
"KILL WHO, GODDAMN IT!!!"- you yelled.
Slenderman and Laughing Jack stopped arguing and looked at you scared. "Stop behaving like 3-year-olds!!! Who you were going to kill?"- you wondered. Slenderman cleared his throat- "As you can see that boy you see there is not your brother, (Y/N)..." "What?" "He's one of Skin Taker's minions."- Slenderman explained. "No... that can't be true.
A Tale of Nightmares (LJXReader) Part 9“Please, miss, do not be afraid. We only wish to help you.” The boy said, getting down on his knees.A Tale of Nightmares (LJXReader) Part 91 year ago in Horror More Like This
You begin to relax just a little bit. “…We?”
The masked boy nodded, faced the group of trees behind him and waved his arm in a motioning way towards the two of you. Out came another boy the same age as him, but he was in an orange hoody and had a black mask with red eyes and a drawn-on frown. But you could barely see this, though, the moonlight being your own source of light.
“I-I’m Masky, and this is Hoody.” Masky said. He spoke quietly and shy; it was difficult to hear what he said every time he spoke. “We wish to assist you and Laughing Jack.”
You swallowed hard. “B-But…Jack is…d-dead…” you stuttered, trying your very best not to break down into tears again.
Masky shook his head. “He’s not.”
You blink, confused. “…I’m pretty sure he is…”
Laughing Jack x Reader chapter 8Chapter 8:Laughing Jack x Reader chapter 81 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
You stayed outside, hearing how Laughing Jack and Jeff bicker like a married couple. You sighed- “Did he almost say…”- you blushed- “No! I can’t be… He might have somebody else…” You just wanted to go back inside, but you heard something coming over the bushes. A familiar song. You entered to the forest, without looking back at the tent, following the music. Laughing Jack went outside- “Now, if you excuse me… I want to be with my future wife… Eh… Where did she…”- he paused for a minute and hears the song- “Oh No!” Laughing Jack said as he ran into the forest.
You kept following the song until the song stopped. The led you to river with a waterfall, you could see fireflies flying around, could see the reflection of the moon on the crystalline water. You heard a noise coming from the bushes. “J-Jack…?”
“I see you follow my song...”
Laughing Jack x Reader chapter 9Chapter 9:Laughing Jack x Reader chapter 91 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
You looked at Laughing Jack shocked. You felt tears flowing down your face. Laughing Jack approached to you and smiles. “Clean those tears, lil’ (Y/N). You have beautiful eyes that doesn’t need to be ruined”- he said as he cleaned your tears. “JACK!!”- you screamed as you started to hug him tightly. “(Y/N)….”- he said awestrucked. “Where the hell were you?!”- you yelled at him, punching on his chest. Laughing Jack started to hug you tightly- “I’m here now, that’s all that matter.” You blushed and let the tears flow down your face. “C’mon. Let’s-”
Laughing Jack got stabbed by Skin Taker.
“JACK!!!!!!!!!!”- you yelled as you held him tightly.
“Oh no, you won’t! I won’t let you take what’s mine! (Y/N)… WILL… BE… MINE”- Skin Taker said as he played with his blood covered knife.
You put Laughing Jack on the gr
Laughing Jack x Reader chapter 11Chapter 11:Laughing Jack x Reader chapter 111 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Oh! Why are you behaving like that with me? I just want her…”- Skin Taker as he pouts.
“I don’t care a damn! LET HER GO!”
“Hmmm… No. I found her wandering here all alone. Without you or anybody around here. Just her”- he said as he plays with her hair uncontrollably.
Your childhood self started to kick on Skin Taker’s ankle, making him to let her go to
Colorful Laughing Jack.
“Jack!!”- she yelled running towards him.
“Are you ok? Did he hurt you?”- Colorful Laughing Jack said worried. “I’m ok.” “Good, let’s go ho-”
I see my childhood self fall to the ground. “Oh no…”- I thought as I ran over there. I gasped as I see Skin Taker’s knife on her back.
I remembered what that clown told me before….."That time HE almost kill you..." I looked at Colorful Jack, he kept his head down while Skin Taker was lau
hydrophobia and acrophobiaJohn, Sherlock knew, was not a man of many fears. Granted, his mild post-traumatic-stress-disorder had lent him the odd nightmarefirst solely about Afghanistan and later about Afghanistan and darkened pools. And then of course there were those pesky trust issues. They didn't seem to apply to Sherlock, whom John trusted and even, well, cared for in a remarkably small amount of timebut the point was they were real. Sherlock could see them in the way John often avoided other people's gazes when speaking about himself, as if he hoped that people would assume he was lying if he wouldn't look them in the eye. He didn't like letting anyone inall the way in, at least.hydrophobia and acrophobia5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But, again, he didn't seem to have any trouble letting Sherlock in. Likely it was that John believed that Sherlock could figure out anything he wasn't told, so to save time, John oftentimes opted for just telling.
Which is how Sherlock found out about John's deeply seated fear of waterfalls
SH-A Wonderful MistakeSherlock was slouched on the couch when I got home from work. I could tell by the new holes in the wall that he was extremely bored today. I hate it when he shoots the wall when he gets like this. I took a seat in my chair and tapped my fingers against the soft arm chair.SH-A Wonderful Mistake5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Sherlock, there hasn't been a single case for weeks." I stated.
"I know," mumbled Sherlock, annoyed that I was stating the obvious.
"Go do something fun!" I offered.
"Like what?" Sherlock striated up a little trying to deduce what I had in mind.
"I don't know, hang out with some fr-" I had realized my mistake and cut myself off. Sherlock always hid his emotions, though I could see through his mask that I had hurt him.
"You and I both know that I don't have any, John." He said.
"I don't know why though," I murmured, shifting in my seat.
"What do you mean by that?" I could see that I had clearly confused him.
That was a first...
I should have known he would hear my quiet mumble. I stumbled for words n
Edd (Double D) x Reader Chapter 3Edd (Double D) x Reader Chapter 31 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Edd (Double D) x Reader
Originally by: scv25~~~and Continued by: LoveMySockhead12
"Hey, Jonny!" Nazz greeted the boy across the street. He wasn't too special... and he didn't have any hair...
"Hiya, Nazz!" The boy you presumed was Jonny perked up. He was holding a piece of wood with a face drawn on it. 'What now...?'
"Lookit, Plank!" He held it up as you made your way to him. "It's a new girl! Say hi, buddy!"
Well this was new.
"Jonny," Your sister brushed it off as if it were normal behavior.
"This is my sister, her name is (Y/N). She's moving in to the Cul-de-sac~"
She repeated the same introduction you've heard several times by now.
"Hi, (Y/N)!" He shook your hand. "This is my best buddy, Plank! ..."
He stopped paying attention to you, seeming to be trying to listen to his 'friend' there. "..He says, you sure are a looker!"
"Ehh..." You laughed uncomfortably, not quite sure how to respond to that.
"Thanks...?" Where are those other two kids
A Tale of Nightmares (LJXReader) Part 2It’s been a few days since your argument with your mom. She seemed to stop mentioning Laughing Jack, probably because of your father. You’re sitting on the couch with your parents. Your mom is reading a magazine and your dad is flipping through the channels. You haven’t seen Jack in a while, and you hope he’s alright. He’s normally back the next morning.A Tale of Nightmares (LJXReader) Part 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Caroline also hasn’t been at school either. Nobody knows what happened to her, not even the teacher. You guess she’s sick. You might stop by her house later today.
It’s about seven thirty at night, your dad eventually stops on the evening news channel. Your mom looks up, slightly intrigued.
“The average temperatures in (T/N) for Friday afternoon are 80 to 85 degrees Fahrenheit. The low is 70 degrees and the high is 90…” The news man said. Just as your dad was about to change the channel to something more interesting:
“In more important news, police have foun
an experiment: 2.You shouldn't let him use you. That's all he's doing; using you, for an experiment. Just another stupid experiment like the head in the fridge. There is no emotion here, John. You have to stop.an experiment: 2.5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Before you get hurt.
Sherlock's fingers hooked inside John's bottom lip, and pulled. John barely noticed until the pressure started. Nails scraping his gums, forcing into the gaps between his teeth until his jaws were pried apart. Not that it took much prying.
Sherlock's fingers tasted like chemicals and blood and dust sweat and something else. Something odd. But good. Most definitely very good.
Before John barely had time to notice, Sherlock's mouth had left his to be replaced by the aforementioned fingers. Thumb holding his chin, the fingers toyed with his tongue for several delicious seconds before he remembered himself, and stopped.
Which certainly isn't to say Sherlock stopped. No, he just kept kissing and kissing until John's mouth was bruised
Paint the DreamsEvery night, on the insides of my eyelids,Paint the Dreams3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I paint the Universe with the ink set of imagination
And the charcoal sticks of memory,
Then flip it upside down and the wrong way round
And let it snag into focus-
On my sleeping synapses, the branches of the Inspiration Tree .
In my ivory skull-box of random echoes,
Every melody, every voice, is re-written and rescored,
For a symphony of electricity, crisscrossing nerves ,
And running down, like liquid lightning
Into the ears of the dormant soul.
Here, this is that part of my chaotic desk
Where I re-write physics to suit myself,
Redesign monsters and angels to my own specifications
Until the lines between them are blurred out of recognition.
In this drawer, I keep my nightmares
Under layers of fine, crinkled tissue paper, bound with laughter
And interspersed with the dead bodies of silk butterflies
This rack, here, holds the satin ribbons and velvet strings
Of the slipping, crackling madnesses that only come out when I call