you have a heavy heartAre we still on the two sisters idea?you have a heavy heart3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Okay. What else you got?
You have something, what is it?
I've never written an argument. I've got nothing.
You've had one though. You have you and your experiences and everything that defines you and its okay.
I know. I'm scared.
Does this help? Imagining someone to talk to?
You seem real.
And you're not there anymore. Okay. I can do this. Write for someone who looks down on everything I like. Write for someone who looks down on me.
Shall we go over the rules?
Don't write clichéd phrases.
Do you know what that entails?
No. I don't really like how writing has rules. Grammar I can understand, it helps the reader along. But everything else just kills the enjoyment and fun of writing. I'm too scared to write.
Describe me something.
There's a white Kleenex on the floor, with a wasp underneath it. We squashed it with a shoe earlier, but it was still twitching, so s
Not a Cougar!(DenmarkxOlder!Reader pt 1)"Hey there hot stuff. Do you believe in love at first site or should I walk by again?"Not a Cougar!(DenmarkxOlder!Reader pt 1)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Ugh, Mathias, not now, I don't have time for your games. I'm really swamped." You groaned at the boisterous Dane. He sat on the corner of your desk, leaning towards you. His blond hair going every which way. You wondered how he got it to stay that way.
"If you need help, I'd be happy to give it to you." he said with a wink. You couldn't help but facepalm at the young man's reply.
"Mathias, please, you're gonna get me in trouble. AGAIN. Please, just go away and let me do my work." You begged from behind your desk.
"Kohler! Leave her alone and back to your station." your supervisor yelled.
"Oops, gotta go, see you at lunch, beautiful." he smiled as he quickly walked back to his cubicle.
You sighed and placed your head on your desk with a heavy sigh.
"He bugging you again?" your supervisor asked.
"Yea, I don't get him. No matter how many times I tell him no, he just keeps at it. I mean, I'm
60 Ways to Survive a Horror MovieHow to Survive a Horror Movie60 Ways to Survive a Horror Movie3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
1. Do not have sex. Having sex is basically signing your own death certificate.
2. If you're either blond, big boobed, refuse to wear a bra, or all of the above, you're going to get killed, usually when you're fucking your boyfriend (who will also be killed, might I add.)
3. Never joke around and play pranks, because when you're really in trouble no one will believe you or care.
4. Don't go to the toilet at night, especially if it's an outside one, or if you're wear no or minimal clothes.
5. Same goes for showers, whether they're outside or not. Not only will you be unable to defend yourself, you will also die naked, which can be kinda embarrassing, and awkward for whoever finds you. Besides, who knows what the killer does with the body… *Shudder*
6. If you're running away, which you will be, make sure you're wearing proper shoes. High heels or bare feet usually end up in tears. And blood. A lot of blood.
7. Also, if you're running, never look beh
Thief King Bakura x Reader: Chapter 3Two People:Thief King Bakura x Reader: Chapter 33 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A Friend and an Outlaw
You opened your eyes slowly and hazily. The buckskin wall of a tent immediately pervaded your vision, and a soft linen blanket rested lightly over your skin against the cold desert night. For a moment you wondered where you were, but then the memory of slaughter and kidnapping filled your mind, and you held very still. To your surprise, you weren't tied up, but you could hear the voices of the same criminals that had raided the manor cheering outside. You held back tears, and felt angry betrayal well up forcefully in your chest. You hadn't known the murdered slaves well, but that didn't change the fact that they'd had lives and families and feelings, not to mention the fact it was your childhood rescue-ee that had done it. The laments were abruptly cut off by a rude hand on your chin, jerking it towards two cold lilac eyes.
"If you're going to pretend to be asleep, at least keep an even breathing rate," he chided mockingly with a cruel
Forbidden Love...Forbidden Love...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I love you
Je t'aime, mais tu ne m'aimes pas
I love you, but you dont love me
Notre amour est interdit
Our love is forbidden
mais je ne m'inquiète pas
But I dont care
I love you
...et c'est tout ce qui compte
...and thats all that matters
Lonely for a Reason: Prequel to SeekingEDITED August 4, 2012Lonely for a Reason: Prequel to Seeking3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Being Other, immortal, magic, Fae, arcane. Jareth wearied of those descriptors. He was, in fact, Other from Other. True, he was a magical being, in contrast to those creatures without any magic. He was immortal, with little likelihood of dying. Arcane, certainly not mundane. Fae well that's a more difficult distinction. Not Elven, nor dwarven, nor faerie, fiery, goblin, or anything else.
Even among a category of beings, he was unique, and thus, alone.
Lonely because he ruled the Goblin Kingdom, and few of his equals relished the constant tumult inherent within a population of those having the wisdom of over-tired three-year-olds who were coming down off of a sugar rush.
There were Fae, Elven, and other beings of comparable intellectual, magical, or other abilities within his Realm. Some could match him in games of skill or amusement, and one or two could best him in a limerick challenge. He relished the occasional debate or even flat-out argument among these
Only a Dream 15As her comment hit the Goblin King, his cape came back with startling force, though now his face was bright red instead of lividly pale. Glitter puffed off him in clouds, and he snorted like an affronted bull.Only a Dream 154 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Okay...so maybe not like Tinkerbell, then..." Sarah knew when to retreat. Usually. However, she couldn't resist adding, "Granted, if you've ever seen the Disney version, you do share a few simil-"
He cut her off with one word, "Mother!"
Looking around quickly, Sarah demanded, "Where?!"
"You sound just like her..."
"You did not just tell me that I remind you of your mother! There is no way I am anything like that evil ice queen! Take it back or so help me I'll find a way to put some of the Bog in your now sparkly bathtub!" Her voice had gotten so brittle it could have cracked if you dropped it.
"See see see?!" Jareth had raised his hand and was now pointing at her.
"Don't 'See see see' me!" Sarah stalked towards him and he backed up until he hit
Only a Dream 12The first sneeze didn't overly bother Jareth. Or the second. However, by the sixth, he began to get just a little suspicious. By that point, he was glad Erik was at a meeting for the college's music faculty. If he had been present, the large amount of glitter each sneeze brought with it would have sent him into fits. The masked man just couldn't appreciate the stuffOnly a Dream 124 years ago in Romance More Like This
However, James Norrington, who was working on something a few feet away, did his best to take Erik's place. "What in the world?" He exclaimed after the eight attack sent glitter into his face.
Jareth's only response was another resounding "Achoo!"
"For the love of Someone's having a great time talking about you, aren't they?" The Englishman picked up the stack of papers and shook them, watching copious amounts of glitter fall out.
If James had been paying attention, he would have seen Jareth's mismatched eyes fly wide, right before another sneeze grabbed him. This time, he nearly shot off the couch, it w
97. Safety First"It's never going to work." Jude argued as they walked towards the lot Al had specified.97. Safety First3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Pessimist." Charlie accused half-heartedly, "We don't know that it won't work. And that's better than doing nothing."
"I disagree." Jude said mulishly, staring at his ragged sneakers as he walked, nearly knocking into Charlie, who had abruptly come to a halt in from of him. He lifted his head, a protest already formed on his lips, before the sight in front of him cut his words off.
"Wow." Charlie let out an appreciative whistle.
"Understatement." Jude said, staring wide-eyed at the sleek and luxurious vehicle in from of them. "I thought Al said we were getting a
"Well, I'm not complaining," Charlie said, bouncing up to the door and running a hand over the silver and black polish, "I've always wanted to drive a hovercraft."
"Admitting you haven't driven one of these before is not the way to inspire confidence, Charlie."
"And off we go!" Charlie yelled, ignoring him and practically vaulting in
Eyes That Watch MeEyes that watch me,Eyes That Watch Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
eyes that don't.
Eyes that follow me,
eyes that won't.
Eyes in my family and
eyes in my friends.
Eyes in nature that
never seem to end.
Eyes that watch every move I make,
every breath I take,
every word I utter and mutter and stutter.
Eyes that judge me, love me and hate me;
Eyes that fear me, loathe me, pity me;
Eyes that want to be me and curse me for existing.
But the eyes that watch me the most,
always the most critical,
are the eyes that
differentI must, I guess, I will address,different3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
A standard I plead to protest
Our judging, hurtful, demeaning ways
I dream to only be a phase
We’ll see a boy, looks head-to-toe,
Tattoos, piercings, and although,
S C U M B A G, L O W – L I F E comes to mind,
He’s a loving father, sweet and kind
Because a girl has boy short hair,
Because he’s G A Y, because she S W E A R S,
We feel the need to judge and glare—
This kind of thing I just can’t bear.
There’s nothing wrong with wearing braces,
Having round or oval faces,
Boys who dress in bows and laces,
White, red, black or yellow races
There’s nothing wrong with being L O U D
Shy and quiet are both allowed.
Tall, lean, fat, and overweight,
Why must we feel consumed to h a t e?
So WHAT if she dressed in a way
only ‘in’ way back in the day?
So WHAT if he’s an artist, not
A doctor, lawyer, astronaut?
She looks like a S L U T, I mean look at her clothes..
He looks like a D R O P – O U T,
Mythology Class: Part 1: Story 1AllysonMythology Class: Part 1: Story 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Allyson always felt protective and possessive of her boyfriend, Jerome. Before they entered high school, the both of them had been known as Hera and Zeus and they were still that now.
Allyson knew that she wasn't well-liked as Hera. Punishing the poor mortal whores of her husband? Not fair. True, but it was their fault that they slept with her Zeus. Allyson took a deep breath.
"Past is past,Ali," Anna softly said with a smile on her face, "Like I mentioned in the relationship counseling with Jerome, tone down the jealousy and everything will be fine."
Leave it to Anna (who was actually Hestia) to think of something positive. She almost never has a bad thing to say about anyting or anyone. Allyson was glad that they were sisters
"Yeah, maybe people will actually like me now.", Allyson jokingly added
The two girls shared a smile.
"Hey, guys,"a cheerful voice intoned, "Welcome to Mythos High!"
Coming to greet the group was a blonde girl. Her short curly hair
When I Was a ChildWhen I was a childWhen I Was a Child2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I tried to kill myself seven times,
But it turns out something
Soulless and empty
Refuses to let itself die.
When I was a child,
I was scared of my own eyes—
Oh, they terrified me,
Because their light reminded me
That I am alive.
When I was a child,
They taught me to think
That I was not like all the rest.
That I was an empty thing,
An ugly creature,
A soulless changeling
That had intruded upon their lives.
And the people that were meant to love me
Only taught me how to cry,
Taught me how to hate
That I am alive.
I am still a child,
Though I like to think I’m not,
And I still have trouble
Looking myself in the eye.
I have learned that this is a bitter place
Painted colours by my madness,
Where errant and airy thoughts drift by
Whose wings I have lit on fire.
I am still a child,
But I am a hollow, broken thing
With frightened, suffering eyes.
Still, my mind is pleading
That my heart will soon stop beating,
But somehow I survive.
I still he
Diario de suenos 1Diario de suenos 15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Había un hermoso jardín y un gran edificio gris y limpio frente a mí. "¿Qué demonios hago aquí?", pensé. ¡Oh! Estoy acompañada.
-Entremos. dijo ella, tomando mi brazo bruscamente.
Tenía el cabello corto, negro. Su recuerdo está algo borroso, pero algo me hace pensar que la conocía. Probablemente era Lili Clown, uno de los personajes que inventé hace poco.
-Si preguntan, tú te llamas _______ -indicó. En el espacio debería decir algún nombre tonto, pero no recuerdo cuál era, solo que era tonto.
Llegamos hasta la entrada del edificio. Había niños jugando por fuera, dentro todo era de color blanco, como si fuera un hospital pero sin ese olor a alcohol y- medicina que detesto. Por un instante me quedé observando todo.
-Ven acá. dijo Lili.
Al lado derecho de la entrada estaba una especie de túnel muy estrecho.
-¿Segura que ?- dud
82. Can You Hear Me?"What about now?" Liz says in a almost indiscernible whisper, the softness ruined when she begins to giggle soon after. She had never quite understood the expression 'laughter bubbling up', but lately she felt full and happy, and she was laughing before she really knew what she was doing. Rich grins back at her, his softly glowing green eyes moving fondly across her face.82. Can You Hear Me?3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Still yes." He murmurs into her ear, his smile tickling her skin as he places a kiss underneath.
"And now?" Her voice is softer still, barely audible to her own ears.
"Yes." His lips brush up and down her neck almost curiously. "Though it behooves me to tell you, Elizabeth, that in such close proximity to you this is hardly a legitimate experiment, nor will the results be satisfactory."
"Hey, buddy, that's not pillow talk."
"The meaning of that phrase eludes me." He says, his arm shifting around her waist with purpose and pulling her close on the sheets.
"You can't use that excuse every time. You knew what 'friends w
Falling - Ch 1 - Labyrinth fanficFalling - Ch 1 - Labyrinth fanfic3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Their celebration insulted and infuriated him. How dare his subjects fête his defeat by this mortal girl. A woman child hardly able to understand the dire ramifications of her deed, yet she heedlessly rejoiced his trouncing without a thought for the future; any futureher friends', her's, and especially not his. In his owl aspect, Jareth watched through Sarah's bedroom window as her group of ridiculously loyal friends cavorted; the gnashing of his beak unnoticed by the shortsighted fools...every last one.
From the precise moment her footsteps paced upon his kingdom's grounds, Jareth perceived a shuddering in the foundation's fabrics. Her immediate and profound effect on his world fascinated and alarmed him. This mortal, this girl: She was different than the previous challengers, and despite his best efforts to impede her (going so far as to offer himself to the stupid chit) he learned how very right his instincts proved. He should have left her banished in
Deadlock- 12Deadlock- 123 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The ceiling was boarded and low, even lower than Nessa remembered it being. The knots in the wood made the surface appear rough when she knew it was smooth and her numb curiosity urged her to reach up and touch it. But maybe that's because she'd been staring at it all night. Not that the night had been that long. By the time she'd finally gotten Will back into the car and Sky had pulled into the Sanctuary driveway, sunlight had bled into the horizon like a negative picture of ink leeching into fabric.
Will's leg was broken, bent in an unnatural shape, and he had a dislocated shoulder so he'd passed out the second they'd hauled him into his room. She'd stayed during the majority of the bandaging, Kale and Lucy placing the glowing bands over his bruises and cuts, but when they had to manually reset his leg and pop his shoulder back into place, Nessa had left. Every minute since--excluding that hot shower she took--she'd spent staring at the ceiling in her room, thinking of her mom, her l
Deadlock - 9Deadlock - 93 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Nessa didn't know what in the world to wear, so she threw on the best thing she could find, modeling herself after Adelaide's showy get-up. If she was going to the Den as some sort of magic folk, then she was going to dress like one. A black sequined tube-top that revealed a sliver of skin above the waistband of her cut-off jean shorts. The outfit was complete with her trusty army boots and fishnet tights, hair pulled back to reveal two heavy silver stars hanging from her earlobes, the small hoop on the top of her left ear shining in the cold light of her room.
She frowned at her reflection. She looked like one of the Britney Spears wannabes from school, but it was necessary. She'd only been here for roughly a week, but even she understood that the Underground here consisted of skin and strips of cloth meant to be clothing. The stories that Sky had told her about his missions clarified that much for her.
Her makeup had just been applied when her door swung open and Elena marched in. Sh