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Good Intentions - PewDiepie FanficGood Intentions - PewDiepie Fanfic2 years ago in Drama More Like This
As usual, she sat alone in the darkness. She sat there with her legs crossed, her jet black hair merging with the inky air. Her long-lashed eyes looked about, their silvery-gray color almost illuminating the dark like two full moons, and her delicate fingers drew random shapes in the dust that coated the shelf. They called her Jennifer, and some might say that she was pretty…for a rock. No one ever took notice of her kind, always sitting in hallways or decorating the outdoor gardens. They were commonplace, used to not being noticed. But Jennifer was different from other rocks, she wanted to be noticed; noticed by someone very special to her.
The only problem was…he never did.
The soft light of a lantern slowly dispersed the darkness as the sounds of voices drew closer. Jennifer looked up and smiled brightly, revealing her teeth to be an ever-so-slight shade of grey. She knew those voices, and one made her tingle with glee: Pewdie, the love of her life. Some might c
My AddictionEveryone says I need to take a break,My Addiction4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A breather, let it go, relax for a second,
but I can't can't can't
let this go when the voice inside my head
is reminding me I'm running out of time and greatness is slipping from my fingertips.
I'm starting to fear
my passion has become my addiction
i crave a fix of creativity but there's none to be found so withdrawal runs through my veins
and the words that used to be beautiful now just seem to bleed dirty brown
they drip from my nose and mouth like theyve been rejected never to be anything but evidence of mental decay
perhaps stability isn't what I need because it seems like this pressure in an otherwise
just isn't producing the same results as when I was all alone.
Maybe the best artists really are the tortured souls,
So I have to ask myself what I'm going to have to give up
To get back what I've lost.
Cupid. Mike Cupid. SxJAlright, this was an absolute piss take. The higher ups had gone mental, maybe it was something to do with the bad winter or the economic downturn or sodding X-Factor but someone had clearly gone loopy. And now Mike was paying the price.Cupid. Mike Cupid. SxJ5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It had been a normal Tuesday morning. A sudden lurch into consciousness as the alarm made that tinny invasive beeping sound, followed by the usual morning routine of staggering to the bathroom and performing the daily ablutions. Gargling his Listerine Mike had the sudden feeling that it might actually be a good day. His teaching duties were fairly light, he'd done most of his marking, seminar and lecture prep the evening before and look, the sun, bless it, was trying to break through the early morning misty fug that was hanging over the city. This really should have tipped him off. If you're feeling optimistic at a quarter to seven on a Tuesday morning then something is definitely about to go wrong.
Actually, life didn't start going downhill till about
My Dead Lesbian DogMy poor dead lesbian dog,My Dead Lesbian Dog11 years ago in Ballad More Like This
Died a sad lesbian death.
She was just drinking egg nog...
Laced with crystal meth.
Because of her over-dose,
She is now lesbian dead,
What I miss most,
Is stroking her lesbian head.
Now she's in doggy heaven,
(More likely doggy hell)
She died at the lesbian age of seven,
Feeling unlesbianly well.
Now she is lesbian gone,
My dinner is her lesbian remains,
And so she'll live on,
In me-- when I eat her lesbian brains!
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…”
I See PeopleI see peopleI See People4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see people crying
I see people dying
I watch the slum of the world
I watch m' steal, cheat and lie
I watch m' torture, punish and kill
And to be honest
It doesn't even phase me
My heart doesn't feel remorse at the sight of a child in vain
My heart doesn't beat with sorrow as I watch m' cringe in pain
This cruel and despicable world
This evil and cynical world
Has burned my soul
Has hardened my heart
Tears dare not touch my cheek
For my hardened eyes are to bare and bleak
For such a pleasure
Oh such a pleasure
But I must be strong
For this is what this world has made me out to be
A child I am not
For fear of being mild
My soul no longer tender and wild
32 years between them
Will never see love
For they see people
Pokemon Ranger : The Unknown Evil - [Chapter 1]DB : Hey guys, sorry for not updating my other stories, caz I was in Hiatus from story making for a few months... Also, I came up with the crappiest title for the story ever, yay!Pokemon Ranger : The Unknown Evil - [Chapter 1]1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
May : So, when are you going to start updating them again?
DB : I don't know, to be honest... I have seem to forgot where I left off...
May : And why do you want to start this?
DB : Because I wanted to... :3
Brendan : So, the disclaimer, Pokemon does not own by Devilboy.
DB : And let the new story begin...
Chapter 1 : Arrival
The bustling city of Castelia is one of many cities of Unova. It was also the centre of economical and trading city of the region, as ships and ferries docked at the docking area. On the streets, there were businessman and woman walking towards their office buildings and other places. It was always crowded with people
theyThey lie comatose in the corners of my headthey3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Salt circles wrap them like blankets
Ready for rituals to make them clean
But the piles grow thicker
The bile rises in rushes
I push past and rinse my mouth
And go to sleep over things that are dead to me
Electric regrets and coming storms that may not hit
I see them and they see me
A threatening tease
I confess they make me weak
Laf Audition: EpilogueLaf Audition: Epilogue3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There was a dull thump as the room key and map slipped from Finnian's grasp and fell to the musty carpet. He raced over to the side of Codie's bed, staring at her unmoving figure. For a moment, his breath caught in his throat, until a slight twitch and a groan alerted him to the fact that Codie was still alive. A sigh of relief escaped from his chest. Then, steeling his courage, Finnian turned around to get a better look at the intruder.
The creature reminded Finnian of something out of a bad sci-fi film, and yet he felt that he vaguely recognized it, even if he couldn't put a name to it. His fur was short and tan, darkened by the minimal lighting in the dingy hotel room. A stiff-looking tail was somewhat curved around his body. Despite the fact that Finn could think of no logical reason for him to be there, the trespasser seemed completely at ease on the dark green covers of the opposite bed, almost looking as if he was enjoying Finnian's obvious panic. A collar and a dull brass-color
A QuestionIt starts with a questionA Question4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This question leads to another question
Which leads to another
Until it blossoms into a conversation
This conversation leads to another conversation
Which leads to another
Until it grows to be a friendship
These friends have experiences
That only they have experienced
These experiences create a life
A life with experiences
That stemmed from friendship
Which came from conversations
That were made by questions
Star Trek: Kirk's BreakfastCAPTAIN KIRK'S BREAKFASTStar Trek: Kirk's Breakfast5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
By Charlotte Skye.
The coolness of human flesh against him woke Spock gently. His eyes had opened slowly, greeted by the warm glow of the Earth's sun creeping in from around the edges of the drawn curtains. Birds were chirping outside, the sound was pleasant to Spock, even as he allowed his eyes to fall closed again. Drifting back into sleep, he nestled closer, pressing his cheek against the space between Jim's shoulder blades. He was greeted by a soft murmur as Jim sought out Spock's arms and pulled them tighter around himself.
"Morning," he yawned, running his fingers lazily along Spock's forearm. The warmth of the Vulcan was deeply relaxing, Jim Kirk could happily lie in bed all day. Indeed, he could think of no better way to spend the first day of his well-earned holiday. The Enterprise was safely docked and undergoing repairs, his crew released for a month of leave that they had eagerly accepted. Jim had toyed with the idea of visi
Bellavs. WinryBella vs. WinryBellavs. Winry6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
*Note: This is the sequel thing to my Edward vs. Edward thing. This time, my friend Kate will be helping me and Nik. She'll be my co-host, and Nik is still freaking camera-shy, so yeah. Same as last time, pretty easy to figure out. If you haven't read my other installment, please go read it now. It isn't relevant to this one, I just want publicity *
Kindrix: *is still using Nik's hairbrush as a microphone* Hello, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the next installment of this little series. Helping me out today is Nik, the camera-shy uke cat boy camera man!
Kindrix: And, today, we have a new co-host! My NBS (non-biological sister, fyi) Kate!
Kate: Hello! *is wearing a shirt that has a picture of Edward Cullen being burned to pieces*
Nik: Kate-san, you do realize that shirt's sending negative messages to the viewers, right?
Kate: That's why I'm wearing it.
Nik: I see
Kindrix: Anyway, today, we're going to be doing something a little out of
Into the Boiler...There it was. The center of all the commotion, a massive ration of food resting right in front of my eyes, we haven't seen such large rations since ever. Usually we had to fight for our food in any way possible, we scavenged for survival. This was easy pickings. Everyone scuttled from their places of dwelling and concealment from far and wide. I made sure the coast was clear of the foul and dangerous beasts before making my own journey over the desolate wasteland. I kept my wits upon me, and my senses on high alert as I made my way through the large rocks and debris, slowly towards the source of food that just seemingly dropped out of nowhere.Into the Boiler...4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Others gathered around it, figuring out how to get to the fresh food that was shielded by a barrier, perhaps this would keep the monsters out, providing a safe haven. Someone found a small opening in the barrier in which we could all slip through. Making our way into the barrier one by one, we began to feed upon the golden fruits that fate had pr
OverdosedI have overdosed on hyperbolesOverdosed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Scalping the rusted heads of barefooted nymphs
Planting a seed between their eyes
And begging for inspiration
No purpose, no thought provoking reason
To carry on, to plant another seed
I apologized, gave up my handful of seeds
They just stared, ashamed
They too were lost, forgotten by the circle
They had no answer, just a bottle
Of pills, nectars and herbs
We all lay down, this earth is too cold
Only I noticed, their feet were used to the stale ground
I swallowed as they swallowed, bitterness and inspiration
I can't remember if I woke up
I can't remember if I'm awake
This may just be a story
Told by a liar, with a handful of seeds
That will never give and will never grow
To NDAA:How can't you fucking see?To NDAA:4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here we are, helpless in a state of entropy--
The state is Authority.
The fields of our false democracy are bleak.
If it's nature at all, it's not that
of our Majority.
Undertrodden by combat boots of restriction
we are held voiceless in a sea of
Legislation without representation?
I can rehash and alter history, too.
Your vision is blocked by a haze of
We the People demand our rights upheld.
You said, you said, you said...
(I suppose it's part of your job description.)
We were all so happy for your position.
And to those who disapprove:
Your current hypocrisy is only slightly less
Sign LanguageSometimes the world can seem like just a big hill.Sign Language2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
No hope, no light
Like a big black hole
Scarce, and nothing in sight
The only clarity being in my soul,
I’ve no communication skills
Lost, my hearing by more than three quarters
Sound, hanging on to a crisp of existence
All blurry, it seems everyone mutters
I speak the way I hear it, as quiet as the distance
I pass by not understanding,
I’m a faker,
It’s lonely and dark here
But everywhere I go, it will always be silence
I can travel on and on for years
And everyone will still be but a distance
I’m trapped in a black box
As if there’s no way out
I see voices, everyone can talk,
With ease, except me, I pout
That is until,
A girl walks up, holding her hand in front
H-I-H-I she fingerspells
I feel my face warm up
She talked to me, and she didn’t have to yell!
Or scream or shout!
I have someone to talk to
I’m not left out
I see the light at the end of my never
Such A Tiny Human"Scotty took me to the big engine! It was huuuuuuuge!" A grinning four-year old Jim animatedly told an acting Captain Spock, stretching his arms as wide as they would go. His giddiness was like a whirl of energy on the bridge and Spock was having difficulty keeping the small human in his lap. Stars sped by on the forward screen as they neared the Andorian homeworld; as Spock simultaneously monitored all stations while keeping up with the running commentary. To say the least, that was the easy part. He leaned away slightly as Jim turned around suddenly, his eyes bright and expectant. "An' after that he took me to Mah-Coy, who put me on a high bed." Jim thought for a moment, turning back around and gazing towards the ceiling, just noticing the lights up there. He gazed at them. "That was boring though," he said finally, rolling his eyes.Such A Tiny Human5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The child's high-pitched voice lowered slightly and it sounded so like the adult-version of himself it was difficult for Spock not to take note of it. H
Canceling The Dream-pocalypse -Ch.1Canceling The Dream-pocalypse -Ch.12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Infinity and 8
Dream was sitting in the head office of the HQ. It was like any normal day, the clouds were floating by, the sun was shining, everything was perfect. "Ahhhhh.." She sighed happily. "Today is just absolutely amazing, the sun is shining, the anthropomorphic eagles are singing Call Me Maybe, and everyone is getting positive feedback on their artistic endeavors. How can today get any be-?" She was interrupted by her pager for the fifth time, just for that day alone, but she didn't mind. Today was so perfect it seemed like nothing could ruin her mo
Risking HeavenThe day you signed the recruitment formsRisking Heaven5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You said you felt like you'd sold your soul.
But you cried the night before basics
So I knew it was still in there
But somewhere in the marching
And the running and the shouting,
The gunshots and the dust and blood
It was lost.
You were lost.
Show me the contract
And I'll sign away my soul
Because we used to say we'd brave hell together
If it meant we'd never be apart
And I won't risk heaven
If you might not be waiting
Wing ItA startling whap!Wing It4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a Flag in the wind
As wings unfurl for flight.
A simple joy,
Or a prowl for prey
Yet either way
Lipless mouths and stiffened beaks
Grin and giggle
Enjoying all that they have.
But what if wings
Cannot take flight?
If once born
Or once broken
Can't carry upwards,
And quite swiftly away?
There's still fun to be had
With legs that motor
And kick up dust
or a hand that carries and cares
when limbs won't do
A simple joy,
Or a prowl for prey
And yet again
Lipless mouths and stiffened beaks
Grin and giggle
Enjoying all that they have.
Chin UpAnd sometimes, coated and layeredChin Up4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with tens of scores of others' eyes
we forget the word 'lonely' -
so when it flings ashes
we blink, and are blinded.
The Starcatcher's StoryThe Starcatcher's Story4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By Pedro Oliveira
"I feel them all around me
As if they're looking for me
I'm sure they're protecting me
You're all so close to me
And don't you never ever leave me!"
Every night before I fall asleep
I look out of my window and always see
A shadow sitting in the moon
With a fishing rod and wizard hat
I swear he is catching the stars
Why would someone do that?
Hey, you with the the fishing rod and wizard hat!
Tell me what are those stars you're looking at!
"They are wishes and dreams
They are hopes and fears
From the children, who before going to sleep
Look at the sky and make a wish
Hoping that tomorrow
Won't be full of sorrow."
Hey, you who sits on the moon!
Why are you catching
You Make Me CryYour hands,You Make Me Cry4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They're all so gentle.
They're all so soft.
I'm not used to this,
Thats why when you touch me
StereotypesIm kind hearted, So I must be a push over.Stereotypes6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Im loud, I must be a bitch.
Im all of those, but not what you think of them.
So why even bother?
Im a girl of the military, so I must be tough and love blood.
Im a girl who has never kissed before, I must be ugly.
So many things, untrue.
Yes, I am all of those, just not what you place them as..
Im a girl who likes to fix things, I must hang out with all guys.
Im in love with my best friend, so I have no better options.
This isnt true
Im everything but what you think I am.
Im a guy who is short, I must have problems with getting girls.
Im controlling, I must be abusive.
Why even think of me at all?
If youre gonna think these things, go to hell.
None of that is true
I had a tragic past, I must angst about it.
Im a boy that like cats, So I must be obsessed and queer.
Im not what you think I am
Im not what you think