al fin juntosDespués de arreglar todos mis problemas familiares y de otra índole, me sentí satisfecha por mi esfuerzo; después de unos meses de pelear por mis derechos de escoger a la persona con quien compartiré toda mi vida, me dirigí exclusivamente a su casa.al fin juntos3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Su padre también me odiaba, se debía el tipo de relación que llevamos pero hablando en otros términos ¿Por qué un padre tiene que meterse en la vida de los hijos? Ya está lo suficiente grandecito para hacer su vida y enfrentar las consecuencias.
Creo que por este tipo de ideología que tengo y defiendo, me odia.
Llegué a su casa, la vi totalmente tranquila, no quise tocar el timbre porque no quería ver el rostro encabronado1 de mi querido suegro pero se me ocurrió la idea más retorcida que se me pudo ocurrir en ese momento: trepar por las enredaderas y llegar a su balcón.
Lo raro es que yo soy la mujer y yo estoy haciendo este tipo de estupideces,
Recuerdos IDígame ¿está de acuerdo con la oferta?...Recuerdos I3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fueron las palabras que salieron del móvil que aquella dama tenía en manos, era una joven de unos veintitrés años, cabello largo y de color castaño rojizo y unos hermosos ojos grises que impactaban a cualquiera, una mujer hermosa que con su belleza fue digna de ganarse fama demostrándose ante las pasarelas, aquel mundo que cualquiera desea estar.
La mujer tardó en responder, la oferta era buena pero algo no la convencía.
¿Quién será mi asesor de imagen? Recuerde que solo acepto gente de experiencia, no a cualquiera ya ves que después dejan en ridículo intentando ser capaces, cuando apenas son unos principiantesDijo.
¿Ese es su impedimento para trabajar con nosotros? Créeme que tendrás al mejor asesor, es nada más y nada menos que el famoso Gerald Bordabehert.
La joven se quedó petrificada al escuchar el nombre de la p
Day 5: Denial, Wind, OrderThe following contains fanfictions from the following fandoms, in the order that they appear:Day 5: Denial, Wind, Order1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
CATS the musical
Pokemon: Black and White
"So are you going to be here tomorrow night, Cassie?"
"Pretty sure I will be, as a matter of fact."
His bi-coloured eyebrows rose higher on his forehead. "Really? You wanna go out tomorrow, then?"
"Um how about no?" She flicked her thin brown tail under his nose as she spoke.
"Aww! Why not?" he protested, slapping the tire they were sitting on in frustration.
A sly snicker slipped out of Cassandra's lips. "Simply because I don't feel like it, Alonzo." She shrugged, indicating that this should have been obvious.
Her conversational partner engaged Pout Mode, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring angrily at nothing in particular. With a hopeful look in his ice-blue eyes, he tried again: "How about the night after that?"
"Sometime next week?"
"Sorry, my humans are going to Nottingham that week."
Day 1: Beginning, Accusation, RestlessThe following contains fanfiction from the following fandoms, in the order that they appear:Day 1: Beginning, Accusation, Restless2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pokemon: Black and White
The bang from a slamming door echoed throughout Nuvema Town, and a pair of brunets came into view soon thereafter.
"Guys!" the female called. "Wait up!"
The two figures standing by the entrance to Route 1 turned their heads to the sound. "Hilbert! Hilda!" The shorter of the two called when she spotted them. Two became four as the teenagers in motion came to a stop close to their friends.
"Sorry we're late," the blue-clad boy apologized, fixing the baseball cap on his head so it didn't threaten to come off. "You know how our mom can get."
His twin giggled, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, she was having a bit of trouble letting her babies go."
"Same old, same old," Hilbert agreed. "But hey, we're ready to go now!"
"Nice to see you two excited about this," the fourth in the group commented, his hands in the pockets of his coat, not looking
Unexpected LightTitle: Unexpected LightUnexpected Light1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I wondered why I couldn't love him.
It had been so perfect before, but now I wasn't so sure anymore. I understood my loyalty to him, and his devotion to me, and I had found the world beautiful in his arms. I was beautiful in his arms. He never failed in making me feel good, making me feel loved and wanted. He had been the perfect. He had chosen me even over the blood-pump-throb Rufioh...
I didn't want to be alone. I didn't want to think that our love could have faded so fast, evanescent in my hands as he coddles me and showered me with love. Sometimes I could really feel it and show him-but sometimes I couldn't. Sometimes it was nice and sometimes it was annoying.
I slept in his arms hoping that I would wake up in a beautiful place...
I couldn't hear him laugh, or hear his praises, ALL I COULD HEAR WAS HIS SCREAMING ECHOING IN MY EARS-
He shut his mouth after I screamed.
I didn't make any real intelligible noise
control.Icontrol.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
go back to
the days before us
when I could see myself
and not hear your voice whispering
not good enough
you don't love me
you don't care about me
you don't know where I've been
thoughts of you
inside of my mind
cutting me wide open
every part yours to inspect
finding flaws finding faults finding me
not good enough
you don't chase dreams
you stay here with me
we'll get married someday just wait
who I am
you've torn me apart
left me to question everything
can't escape your control even now
Fantasies to Reality-Chapter 1 I inhaled a sharp, shaky breath. My fingers trembled above my keyboard, my other hand keeping a tight, but sweaty grip on the mouse. My eyes were glued to the computer in front of me, the bright monitor serving as my only light in the dark room. I glided the mouse across the desk, my fingertips gently pushing against the keys. The image of a dark forest, with the single beam of a flashlight was planted in front of me. I hated this game. Hated it. Sure, the graphics weren't Disney quality, but the jump scares made up for it. But it wasn't all bad, I suppose. My friend was on Skype with me, and her voice was enough to keep me sane in the current situation. It only made me jump when she screamed. yeah, that was probably the only problem with co-op games such as Survivors. It was too much like Slender, and we all know how terrifying it can be. Whoever doesn't find it scary, well...You've got some serious balls of steel. For real.Fantasies to Reality-Chapter 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I heard another shriek ring in my ears, and it wasn't the
VivianMaxim turned at the sound of a car engine outside. He went to the window and looked out. “Ian, are you expecting someone?”Vivian1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“No,” I said.
Curiously, I got up from my living room chair and crossed to where my brother-in-law stood. Maxim’s youngest son called him over from the kitchen. He left all his curiosity at the window to answer the beckoning child, so I stood alone peering out into the day.
My breath stopped.
A black Cadillac had pulled up to the street curb. I watched in fear as a soldier, clad in official U.S. army uniform exited from the passenger seat. From my perch at the window, I couldn’t see her face but I it was a female. Two more people came out of the back of the car: the one another soldier, the other in a more casual dress. I could feel my heart beat against my chest as the two soldiers strode towards our door. The driver stayed in the car and the casual man stood just inside the front gate to our yard.
I didn’t like this. This
Day 7 - Character you have the most in common withYou loved your jovial Italian friend Feliciano. He was your best friend who you'd had a crush on since you first saw him. After you met, you tried to spend every second possible with him, seeing as he never really noticed. That was what you were worried about, seeing as he never noticed. You didn't know if he'd accept your feelings towards him.Day 7 - Character you have the most in common with2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"Hey Feli?" you asked while you were accompanying the hyper Italian to a restaurant. While in your knowledge it was just a friendly gesture from him, you wanted it to be something more.
"Ve~?" he replied, his curl bouncing as he turned to look at you with chocolate brown eyes.
"Why're you taking me out anyway?" you said. He was suddenly holding your hand. Light pink dusted your cheeks as he dragged you closer and closer to the restaurant.
"Because I want to, bella." He said sweetly. The simple word made your face heat up even more. "I mean a pretty girl like you shouldn't be spending your weekends alone like this~"
And with that you reached the
One DayIn this world there may be one manOne Day3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who can look at me and see my worth
They won't see someone
Whom they can easily fool
And they won't see someone
Who's trust they can betray
In this world there may be one man
Who is honest, respectful
And can see my heart
And appreciate the faithfulness
The loyalty and the love I have for them
In this world there may be one man
Who is nice, sincere and true
Who cares if I smile
Or if I'm around
And loves me for me
One day he may be found
Vriska's Training P1 - Homestuck WG(Warning: contains male and female weight gain and a complete disregard to canon…sorry…)Vriska's Training P1 - Homestuck WG1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The problem with Earth was that it had food.
It wasn't her fault for eating it, of course. That boring boy John just felt he knew some contest that he might have an edge at. An edge! After all, such hubris! All to the person who raised him from obscurity into greatness? Well, that was all she needed to hear.
Vriska and John had sat across from one another, piles and piles of food. Plates of meat, vegetables, you name it, it was there. Courtesy of that freaky old lady sprite John kept hanging around. Freaky--of course, most sprites were. This sprite needed more limbs.
Back in her old world, food was--well, she didn't eat much. Most of the food she had was fed to her dear custodian. She was a bit slim--not too skinny, after all. She had boobs that totally were real. She didn't drown her curves in clothing, either, like, hide her flat chest behind baggy--that wasn't a confession.
The Grand Piano.The Grand Piano.The Grand Piano.3 months ago in Emotional More Like This
fall in love
with a writer
it's a dangerous
the only thing
making them fall
is causing them
remind me of
2am phone calls
and empty whiskey bottles
of my heart
slide slender fingers
against ivory keys
hear how they
sing for you
to my heart
almost as if
you had been
we had made
but like every
to an end
had to leave
and leave behind
the grand piano
to place their hands
on her ivory keys
a new, fresh
Split Insight (4) - A Pokemon StoryAfter the drama had ended, my grandma and I sat and waited for about another hour before a middle-aged man with salt-and-pepper hair stepped out of the operating room and cleared his throat to gain our attention. My grandma looked up at him hopefully. I looked at him cynically.Split Insight (4) - A Pokemon Story2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Well, I have good news for you; Though his fur is a little shorter than before, we were able to get all of the tape off of your Eevee without hurting him." He went back into the room, and in a few moments he reappeared in the doorway with Eon in his arms. The Eevee looked exhausted, but relieved to be free of his sticky predicament. The doc approached me and held the furball out to me. I reluctantly took him into my arms and looked him over. His fur was definitely shorter, but there were some slightly longer patches of hair scattered amongst the short fur. It looked sort of like a choppy crew cut.
My grandma thanked the doctor profusely and promised that she would pay the hospital bill the next day.
Split Insight (2) - A Pokemon Story"Riley? Is that you?" My grandma, Rosaline, peeked around the kitchen door and smiled warmly at me. I suppose that her eyes were so bad that she didn't notice the grime all over my clothing.Split Insight (2) - A Pokemon Story2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As I walked within range of my grandmother's nose, her eyes bugged out of her head.
"Heavens to Betsy, what is that smell? What in the world have you been doing?" She clapped a hand over her nose.
I looked down at my greasy ensemble and shrugged. "Dumpster diving."
Grandma gave me a strange look, but decided not to ask any more questions. "Please spare my poor nose and take a shower. And please take your clothes straight to the laundry room."
I didn't object. I took a long shower, taking care to scrub extra hard in attempts to eliminate the smell that would probably stay on me for weeks. Once I was done with my shower, I put on some fresh clothes and headed towards the kitchen.
My grandma had a wet cloth under one foot and was mopping up the last of the footprints that I had left in the entryway. H
You are sick-part one-Your name is KANAYA MARYAM and you have been a patient at SKIA INSTITUTE FOR THE MENTALLY UNSTABLE for three monthsYou are sick-part one-2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You honestly don't remember how you got here. You do remember, however, waking up in a hospital with a tube in your neck- and oh dear it's calories they were pumping calories into you you're going to gain so much weight.
You remember the ride to the institute. Long, silent, and full of torture.
Your name is KANAYA MARYAM, and you have ANOREXIA NERVOSA
Your name is GAMZEE MAKARA, and you have been in THE WACKY SHACK for two years now.
You know why you're here, because one of your gang members made you so angry- so MOTHERFUCKING angry and you were on top of him just hitting and hitting and you couldn't stop and he slashed at your face and there were scars and they were bad.
Your parents never visit you. But that's all up and ... MOTHERFUCKING ...chill ...
LAKE X READER- LAKE-EO AND READER-IET"I'm off, mommy-chaan~" you said in a kawaii voice to your mum.LAKE X READER- LAKE-EO AND READER-IET2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You walked school and you were very happy because of nothing.
"What are you doing here?" a familiar voice giggled.
"OOOHHH EEEMMM GEEE LAKU-CHAAN!" you said and should just hug your boyfriend, but come to think of that is was a lake.
"I CAN'T HUG YOU LAKU-KUN BECAUSE YOU'RE A LAKEEE!" you cried.
The lake began to cry.
"We can't be together anymore, [Name], because I am a lake and you are a human!" the lake cried.
You skipped school and told your parents that you were sick because you were soooooooo sad.
You were standing on your balcony and cried: "OH LAKE-EO, OH LAKE-EO WHY ARE YOU LAKE-EO???!!"
You saw the lake under your balcony.
"I'm here now, [Name] and I just wanted to tell you that I love you!" it cheered back.
"OOH, LAAKEE I LOVE YOU TOOO!!!" you fangirled and jumped in the lake.
Haiku Ika-UnomHaiku Ika-Unom1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the morning mist fades
a golden sun revealed
her eyes kept westward
Don't find me...Don't find me...Don't find me...1 year ago in Settings More Like This
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Shit. He's going to find me.
Was the only thing going through my head. Why did I decide to do this?! Now I was running away from Slenderman, fearing for my life.
I dare not breath, I dare not move, I dare not make a sound. I can hear Him, He's down the hall. His movements like liquid, or snake like. I can hear chuckling. Deep, eerie, disturbing chuckling. Like He knows where I am, but He's playing with me, and toying with me.
All the lights, they were out. He "sees" better in the darkness so I'm screwed. I pushed myself against a wall, and I kept looking around the corner for Him, knowing that if I find Him, He'll kill me.
Then, I caught a glimpse of Him, so I ran but I can hear Him getting closer, and closer, and closer...
I turned into a room with a rather large closet in it, so I jumped in, closed the doors, and held my breath. As His "footsteps" grew louder, the more breath my lungs intake. Now it felt as if He was right in front of the closet. My
She needs a Calendar"A calendar" said a voice "Yup, that's my birthday gift to her, a calendar" and annoyed irritated boy walked through the forest avoiding the dirt and mud as he walked. He was pissed and annoyed looking for something.She needs a Calendar2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Forget the dress, a calendar. Its not like she'll wear the dress anyways, jezz why did he sent me? She's got other friends, sure they have tails and paws but at least they won't get lost!" Ruby continued to complain about his situtatin.
"Me?" Ruby said with confusion.
"Yes! She'll listen to you." Birch said with a smile.
"That's highly doubtful, she hates me." Ruby reasoned
"hate you? As far as I know she looks up to you, she talks about you a lot and she gets all fluster while trying on the clothes you make." Birch said totally unaware these things are stuff that his daughter keeps a secret of.
"And thus, I'm here looking for that barbaric female because she's too wild to have a planner or a calendar to know that today is her birthday!" Ruby was still pissed march
G I R L S | Gou MatsuokaG I R L S | Gou Matsuoka3 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Gou-chan, Gou-chan~!” [Name] exclaimed.
“I-I told you not to call me that!” The burgundy-haired female scolded to [Name], an irritated scowl on her face. [Name] only chuckled. “But it suits you. It's cute.” She stated, smiling.
Gou pouted. Her friend sounded like a certain cheery blonde-haired male now. “You sound like someone I know now.” She muttered. [Name] tilted her head on the side. “Who?” [Name] scooted closer to the girl. “Nothing. Forget it.” Gou uttered.
“But I wanted to know, Gou-chan!” She whined.
Gou only sighed, frustrated.
[Name] really loved to tease her, didn't she?
“[Name]-chan. Didn't I tell you to call me Kou?” She asked. [Name] smiled. Acting oh-so innocent, as she ignored her question.
“Please refrain from adding 'chan' to my name.” [Name] said.
She thought that it didn't suit her.
No, not at all.
But Gou thought otherwise.
How that name really sound
Write Mecounting the dust in the sunlight;Write Me3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and dew drops on fallen leaves,
embrace the mist from waterfalls;
come name the stars with me.
forge your worries on sea shells;
go toss them near and far,
close the times of misses;
and dream for dreams that are.
lifeA voice... calling in the distance, yet you do not know if this voice is an enemy or a foe. do you head twords it? knowing you could risk your life... what do you remember, other than waking up?life2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Words to many words. you choose to shut them out. you cannot understand them, but first. First you must set twords the voice, is it calling you or shooing you away? you realixe that there is only one way to find out.
you begin with small cosious steps, but as blury as your vision is you run faster, to a light. you pass by what looks to be a bush. finale you rush through the thick plants and obsticles that you have run tirelessly
beside. you birst out of the thick jungle of leaves and other magnifisant plants and into a warm sunny field... you stop and gaze at a new found wounder, the sun. had it been days? weeks? maybe years before you had seen
this gloriouse sight? you figure out how to sit again... (again?) and take in the beuty of this sight. a gentile breeze and small butterfly pass you by
Skip to the Last VerseI went to Catholic school all my lifeSkip to the Last Verse4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And thought in agnostic terms by 5th grade.
I'm now what you'd call an existential nihilist
But I believe in inalienable human rights.
Tuesday early morning I took my dogs for a walk.
The pimp stopped his car to let his whores out to pet them.
He told me how pretty my girls were
I told him his were too
When I got home I got myself a drink,
The last hard liquor in the house.
I can't decide to be proud of the 'functioning'
Or ashamed of the 'alcoholic'
Next, out to get the newspaper
and heckle the meth dealers next door.
It's fine because I was stealing the paper
Off the neighbor's porch. He's a Jehovah
Witness so he thinks it's fine too
He wants to save my soul
Or get in my pants
I've lived in this house almost all my life.
It was built by drunk Italians
so all the walls are Crooked
Just like me
A crooked drunk Italian
I once met a therapist
Truthfully we were introduced
By the President of the University
When I turned in my Withdrawal
Chronic Consent in ChroniclesWhat is "too old" or "too young" in a world where some species have not yet been deemed mature when other species at the same age have lost all flower of youth? Or have died, of age and natural cause? At what point is the immortal deemed a robber of 'children' by other immortals, and how is it measured by the Laws in the case of statutory rape or pedophilia? Is it the body's ripeness or the mind's that makes one a legal adult?Chronic Consent in Chronicles1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's never an easy topic, and one that certainly isn't a trivial or light hearted matter. But that is the subject of our discussion today.
Firstly, it should definitely be noted that each individual species has its own laws on *in-species ralations* and how time, maturity, and law regarding each are measured for their own people. This provides them a set of moral standards for same-Race couples that need not apply to Races of more longevity or brevity. Who and what is an adult according to its own people is a matter of the people in question to judge by ri