The optimist and The pessimist"Why are you crying my dear?" He asks with worried eyesThe optimist and The pessimist4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
"I'm not crying, I just have something in my eyes."
"You can't lie to me, tell me. I thought I was your best friend."
"It's nothing, leave it"
"Tell me, what seems to be bothering you"
"And what would that be?"
"I don't know."
"Come on you can tell me."
"Life is hard"
He smiles and says "is that what's bothering you?"
She nods sobbingly
"Well, it's your life isn't it? Your life will be the way you see it. Go on with life
with a positive approach and nothing will be difficult. It's your life, take it where you want to go."
Hearing this, the tears stopped.
"My friends betrayed me."
He didn't even have to think before he answered.
"If they were really your friends they would of never betrayed you. Isn't it a good thing? You finally learnt who your real friends are."
He was right, she thought.
"My boyfriend dumped me for another girl."
"He might have never loved you dear. It's better he is gone or he would of hurt you mo
Loving to Hate LoveI love you with all the hate I can muster. Your beautiful face makes me sick. Within your intelligent eyes I see nothing but density. You have become so old fashioned in your ways that you are modern. Your soft hair is greasy with lies and your foul mouth rots with delicateness.Loving to Hate Love4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The natural pose which you fight to maintain reeks with pollution. The words you whisper in my ear are sweet nothings, so I know we both detest them.
You are my hated friend and most doted on enemy. I despise you too much to adore, but I adore you too much to despise.
Swaying In The BreezeSwaying In The Breeze2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
The sky was filled with grey wisps of dark clouds, the air crisp as it caressed her pale skin. She swayed in the breeze, her fingers cold as she watched the leaves beneath her feet, their colours golden and burnt red, touching brown and a light orange. They were broken by her steps and piled high over the muddy ground.
Her hair whipped around her face, catching on her parted lips that were a faint shade of pink. She did not reach up to remove the caught hairs, but left them to do as they pleased. Her hat was beginning to slip from her head although she did not adjust it back over her ears.
Dirt was smeared over her cream colour coat where she had tripped and a speck of blood was evident on her knee where she had scrapped her skin and broken her jeans from the fall. The tear marks down her cheeks were more prominent now in the cold as they turned to ice.
The branch creaked in the wind as spare leaves rustled on the trees, the rope straining slightly as she swayed in the breeze. Her last
Anoche sonie contigo...Anoche soñé contigo. Fue tan real que todavía recuerdo tus manos entre las mías. Yo temblaba de emoción... casi creo que en mi cama también temblaba...Anoche sonie contigo...8 years ago in Teen More Like This
Anoche soñé contigo y te vi sonreír. Era un sentimiento tan intenso, que yo también me sonreí. Hablábamos de tantas cosas que lentamente iba perdiendo la vergüenza que usualmente me acompaña cuando estoy a tu lado...
Anoche soñé contigo y te oí decir que te gustaba. No me lo creí... simplemente no me lo creí... me quise volver loca, aunque me limité a decir que tú también me gustas... me gustas mucho... una parte de mi me quiso decir que no debí haberlo hecho, pero la otra se mostraba bastante conforme...
Anoche soñé contigo... quise abrazarte, quise besarte... pero fuiste tú el que me tomó en brazos y me comenzó a besar frenéticamente, cas
Echo przeszlosci 03Echo przeszlosci 033 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Wstał z ciężką głową. Nie wypili wczoraj aż tak dużo, a przynajmniej nie tyle by mieć kaca.
Ale może była to kumulacja tych paru dni. Albo niewyspania... albo...
tak. Tego co wczoraj się stało.
Strzał w dziesiątkę.
Wstawił wodę na herbatę, usiadł na krześle, założył ręce za głowę i popatrzył w sufit, jakby chcąc znaleźć na nim jakąś wskazówkę.
Żadne objawienie nie nastąpiło. A co lepsze, zachciało mu się zapalić.
Sięgnął po paczkę papierosów, leżącą już od dobrych kilku tygodni na lodówce.
Czerwone. Lubił je od czasu do czasu. Jakoś dziwnie przyjemnie gryzły w gardło.
Oparł się stopą o krawędź stołu, odginając ciało lekko
Sen NivaSen Niva3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
To był sen z serii tych realistycznych.
Tzn wszystko było w nim cholernie prawdziwe, ale tak naprawdę w prawdziwym świecie jego prawdopodobieństwo wynosi mniej niż zero.
Zazwyczaj po śnie tego rodzaju budziłem się i cieszyłem, że to jednak tylko wymysł mojej głowy.
Dzisiaj było odwrotnie.
I sam jestem tym mocno zdziwiony.
Sen był trochę jak film, jak pokaz slajdów.
Miałem własny kąt, ale mieszkałem sam. Nie jest to zbyt obiecująca przyszłość, jakby nie patrzeć, ale sen był na tyle abstrakcyjny, aby mieć nadzieję, że będzie inaczej. I byłem starszy, nie jakoś wiele, ale na pewno skończyłem te swoje studia.
Tak jak teraz sobie myślę, że chyba tak naprawdę nie chciałbym już mieszkać sam. Mieć własny kąt - jasne. Ale być w tych czterech ścianach s
[Himedere!Reader] World is Mine [Transylvania][Himedere!Reader] World is Mine [Transylvania]3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
World is Mine ~ Himedere!Reader x Transylvania
The number one princess in the world
Know how to treat me that way, okay?
Annoyed a black haired man looked at a [h/c] haired Girl, he frowned, "...Yes Ma'am" he growled before going away to get you some Ice Cream, you sighed, you were a Princess! The one in the World! So he should know how to treat you right! Maybe, if you tried to put it to 'new Extremes' and he stayed, maybe he was really the One?
First thing, notice when I have a different hair style from usual
Second thing, be sure to go as far as looking down at my shoes properly, do I make myself clear?
Third thing, for every sing
Cold Coffee and No BoundariesCold Coffee and No Boundaries4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cold Coffee and No Boundaries
this story is litteraly and RP translated to fit a sort of Fanfiction format please excuse any 'Typos' as they may or may nor have been there on purpose please enjoy
Summery: Denmark tries multiple times to be invited into Norways house which often leads to him breaking in and things happen
Warning: Contains DenNor, slight randomness, a shower scene of sorts, confessions, pure fluff, puking and of course cliffhangers
Note: the part about the confessions, recently as I have been RPing the start this pairing I have had Denmark breaking down due to the way Norway usually treats him and decides that if he'
Breath The reflection of two hollow eyes stares at me, like an accusation, so I lower my gaze.Breath2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
With my line of sight directed downward, I can see my hands clamped onto the edge of the sink. My fingers have gone white from the pressure. I am hesitant of looking back up. In the green tinge of the mirror my chest is heaving. I am a fish out of water; I am getting air, but it seems that I am incapable of breathing it in. My shirt hangs low. Between my collar bones is a slight indentation the width of my thumb. My pulse throbs there, a combination of panic and the irregular beating in my chest. My chin quivers under my open mouth, my down-turned lips, crumbling in my effort not to cry. My face is pale, a bluish-white that darkens like bruises under my eyes. They are tired, tear filled. But I look into them; I do not like what I see.
Rules of Manga and Anime#1 also known as *The hair rule*: Hair will be considered to be made out of steel in any circumstance unless:Rules of Manga and Anime5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
a) it's length is enough to surpass the shoulders and there is wind or the character is hanging upside down.
b) the character has to put on a hat or helmet.
#2: if the words *Final battle* or *Ultimate enemy* are said, there will be another arc; unless the author dies or the company goes broke.
#3: if a character has a secret, such secret cannot be revealed unless it's the end of the arc, and chances are it'll be the next arc.
#4: the weight of a weapon is inversely proportional to its size and power.
#5: if protagonist is weaker than friend, and bad guy defeats named friend; then bad guy will be defeated by protagonist.
#6: there is no such thing as too much weapons.
#7: if protagonist is a bad guy, the series will end with his death or attempt of redemption.
#8: plans made in the last minute are ten times more likely to succeed than any plan that's been thought thr
Point of LightMy beloved child, I am well acquainted with grief, and I readily recognize it in you. You have lost much, and your heart is in tatters. But realize this: you have not lost me.Point of Light3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I have counted every tear coursing down your face. I have been there through every sleepless night. I have not abandonded you-I am the same God who has loved you and provided for all your needs. Your present circumstances do not change my character. Your pain does not ease my goodness or cancel out of my faithfulness.
I felt Naomi's grief and emptiness, so I gave her a point of light in her dark sky-her daughter-in-law, Ruth. Look around, my precious one. Find that bit of light in your dark sky-that little blessing from me. I have not forgotten you. I have given you what you need to keep going.
Look for me.
The Infinite OnesWhen the universe was young, and the universe was old, and infinite, we were borne.The Infinite Ones3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
From the last breaths of a dying god, killed by forces unknown. In its final moments, stretching across infinity and back, it breathed. And the fabric of space and time wove and trembled and sprung forth, granted will and sentience. It was alive. It was us.
We were born.
From the nothingness we came, bits of space-time given the gift of life. And we cherished, for there was nothing more wonderful in the cosmos than to be alive and to experience.
For a long time, we did nothing but experience. And we were so happy. The universe offered endless bounty. We watched, we interacted, and we learned. We learned that we are immortal, of the undying, and the others were mortal, of the flesh and the death. And they were so beautiful in their tragic way. We tried to understand how such beings could be content, living, and ultimately dying. We posed as them, we lived as them. But we couldn't die as them.
And for an
What he has been missingWhat he has been missing1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Now that Hinata's out of the house, Hiashi smothers Hanabi with his version of affection.
He makes Hanabi wear poofy dresses, protects her from the dance floor at Hinata’s spectacle of a wedding, and assigns four new bodyguards to shadow her every step. Pleased with himself, he then threatens to remove her from school so he can personally train her 24/7, watches what she eats, reads, and watches on TV, and takes away her phone privileges (They should come bow at your feet instead, he mentions over dinner). Then he drowns her in clan lessons.
She was always his princess, but now she is the clan's princess, and she will be perfect.
It’s to spite Hinata in a twisted sort of way, to tell Hinata, “You chose to leave in spite of my wishes, so this is what you’re missing.”
But Hiashi doesn’t see, doesn’t realize what he, himself, has been missing.
But one day he will see.
Because one day, Hanabi's going to snap, flip a table, run away from home and be
Luna's Socks - Part 2Luna's Socks Part 2 starring Twilight Sparkle and the Princesses Celestia and LunaLuna's Socks - Part 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It took Twilight forever to fall asleep, the incident playing over and over in her head, the same mixture of sensations and frustrations just memories now but nevertheless still raw and sensitive. But at last she fell into a fitful sleep, hot and uncomfortable but empty of dreams...
....until she awoke to the sound of the windows clattering open and the rustling of the curtains against the drapery of her bed.
She drew her head slowly out from under the covers to see that the whole room was lit up by silver-blue light pouring in from the now open window. The mirror had turned into a pool of quicksilver and the brass handles and hinges of the furniture were sparkling as if they had been doused in glitter.
Twilight climbed out of bed, her eyes glued to the beam of light piercing the room, and took a few nervous steps towards the window. She had closed it, hadn't she? There was no way sh
even phantoms break at seait's always been the small things that i remember that helped us form our eternally delighted penumbras of fortune and hidden shortcomings. i knew when to rest your biased tongue under the folds of mine and have it glide the curvature of my pelvis when the time came. but now, i have forgotten the trigger for those moments and i think i might be alright with that.even phantoms break at sea2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
or, i would be if the phantoms of your caress didn't haunt my dreams and taunt me from the recess of my burnt out amygdala. i remember, with a clarity that has long ceased to be shocking, the brush of your tongue and the feel of your fingers writing words born of rapture mingled with animosity in the form of bruises on my paper thin skin.
and i am so afraid they will disappear like the red dye in my hair; unfortunately, even now, i don't think about how the weight of those tattooed words would break my skin without the warning of faultlines and blood clots. i don't want to remember how heavenly each peak was with you and how d
CELEBRATION of GAY PRIDECELEBRATION of GAY PRIDE5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
CELEBRATION of GAY PRIDE - An Older Gay Man's Perspective
Straight people keep asking, "Why do 'you' people need GAY PRIDE when there is no need for STRAIGHT PRIDE?" This is my answer:
Straight people do not need to be proud of being straight, because they do not need to overcome and survive vilification, hatred, bigotry, discrimination and suppression, for being straight. Sexual Minorities deserve great pride and respect for overcoming all of that, and more.I call this a "Celebration of Gay Pride" because it is a celebration of my journey to self-acceptance and pride-of-self. I was 13, an Altar Boy wanting to be a Priest, when our priest told us boys, "Boys who are physically attracted to other boys are an abomination in the eyes of God, doomed to burn for an eternity in the everlasting fires of Gahanna." I could not understand it. I was simple, autistic, and I lived to be a good boy. I had not done anything to make these feelings for boys happen. God must
Where Seagulls Dare “There’s no escape, you know.”Where Seagulls Dare9 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Thomas put his head on one side, slapping the water out of his ear. “Sorry?”
“There’s no escape...from the island.” The heavily bearded man gave him a stare. “The same rocks that sank your vessel have defeated my every attempt at floating a raft.”
“Oh.” Thomas wasn’t sure exactly what one was supposed to say in this situation. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
“There’s food enough to get by here, if you don’t mind bitter roots, insects, sour berries. That’s almost the cruellest thing.” Beneath his stitched-leaf hat, his eyes gazed out to sea. “Compared with the open ocean, this place offers a fair chance of survival. But can it really be called living? Trapped here...on the island?”
RemoverRemover2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She decided a young woman like her had no business being imperfect. Impurities had to be expelled from her life, no matter the cost. An universal remover promised to be her savior. It lived up to its commercials, doing away with the stains that disgraced her floor and some of the walls.
Would domestic hygiene free her from being flawed? Doubtful. This product guaranteed to exterminate any kind of filth. Could it go beyond the material things? She rubbed the substance on her forehead, and conjured as many negative thoughts as possible. They were recalled, only to vanish from memory a second after.
Satisfied? Not quite. Even the good recollections had portions of impurity here and there. She wouldn't allow that, and began rubbing with furious abandon. There could not be a single mistake, not a lone wound, every hint of imperfection had to disappear ...
Her neighbor would make a visit later. No one answered the door.
Godly Relationships 56: Cruel PeopleFace it, sometimes people can be cruel. And when people are unkind to you or to your friends. you may be tempted to strike back in anger. Don't do it! Instead, remember that God corrects other people's behaviors in His own way, and He doesn't need your help. Remember that God has commanded you to forgive others, just as you must sometimes seek forgiveness from them.Godly Relationships 56: Cruel People2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
So, when other people are cruel, as they most certainly will be from time to time, what should you do?
1) Politely speak up for yourself, and for people who can't speak up for themselves.
2) Forgive everybody as quickly as you can. (Hardest step)
3) Leave the rest up to God.
4) Move on with your life.
Chemical Attractions, Pt IIWe can learn a lot from hydrochloric acid.Chemical Attractions, Pt II4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Not the whole dangerously-corrosive part, of course, though I admit that a lot of people probably find us two a bit hard to stomach. A dynamic duo we are not.
What I mean is that dance they do - shy glances across a crowded room (beaker?) as Hydrogen and Chlorine each quietly regret their incompleteness, feeling that hole where another electron ought to be, but never willing to resort to online dating... They were probably lab partners in high school, and then a couple of years later found themselves across the table from one another in that sophomore Shakespeare class, then side-by-side in Differential Equations. But they did their work and answered questions and never made more eye-contact than was necessary.
And then there was that day in the early autumn when Chlorine absent-mindedly collected Hydrogen's laundry from the dryer and started to fold it simply because it was a neighbourly thing to do, and there was that spark of understanding
Hallow ShadowsIt wasn't scary... not at all! Those tall, jagged shadows which clung to the walls and intimidated me were like home! As for those noises? Ha! I fell asleep to such noises as a child! And those weird looking plants which lined and littered the floors with deathly spikes and thorns? Meh, I've trudged through worse, these are naught but a scratch! Sure my legs all the way up to my thighs might be bloodied and gored but this is nothing compared to what I've been through... a walk in the park! And being chased by such creatures? Who'd have thought? It's as though I'm playing a game with my best childhood friend, and they're it.Hallow Shadows2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Although... there is that ever doubting feeling that I might not leave this dangerous game of Tag alive. If the plants don't trip me and cover me whole so I die of blood loss... or if those noises get louder and pierce my ear drums and burst my blood vessels and eyes... or if those shadows suddenly fall like a pancake off the wall and crush me hole or stab me like p