SmileSmile3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Nepeta, are you okay?" I ask.
"H-huh? Yeah," she replies. I can hear her sniffing quietly. I know she's trying to hide it, but I'm her moirail--I notice everything.
"Nepeta, I'm starting to get worried about you."
"Equius, you have nothing to worry about." I know she's lying.
"So how come you won't smile?"
"We're on the phone silly. You can't s33 me smile." She doesn't smile either way though.
I sigh. "I haven't seen you in a while," I comment.
"Mm-hm " she says distractedly.
"I'll be coming over in an hour, okay?"
"Mm-hm wait what??"
"See you in an hour Nepeta." I hang up and look around my room. It's messy, because of the broken robots. It's an addiction, building and breaking. I can't stop though, just like Vriska and her eight balls.
I sigh at the sight and go get ready.
I'm knocking on Nepeta's door quite strongly. It better not the door cracks a little. Okay, a bit too late now.
"Nepeta?" I call out. I hear some shuffling on the other s
A Young Love's EndA Young Love's End3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He didn't want to leave.
He didn't want to fight.
He knew this would be his last battle.
He had a reason to live.
He had a little girl in a green dress that he fell in love with.
At first he didn't know she was a boy in a green dress
But he didn't care when he found out.
Holy Roman Empire didn't want to lose the love that he found
He stepped out onto that battlefield and immediately got a sword through his stomach
Holy Rome lay there, wishing someone would keep Little Italy safe.
Italy heard about the death ten years later when he was sixteen
Austria sat him down and bluntly told him that Holy Roman Empire was killed by France ten years ago
"He said he'd return. I know he will. He always keeps his promises." Italy said before leaving the room.
Italy walked straight to his room and sat by the closed door.
He didn't know whether or not to cry.
After a few days of being depressed, Holy Rome's death had finally sunk in.
Italy woke up and stayed in his room that day to cry.
He didn't want a
1 - UrsulaThe thick and heavy chains are adjusted, so unnecessary, so useless ... pressing his pale skin.1 - Ursula3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
" Every night the same thing, every damn night, Ursula! Why? Why do you chain me? You know I'm not leaving!"
"You did once." is the cold, whispered reply.
He sighs. Hurt, disappointed, his gaze plunges to the ground.
"How much longer are you going to keep punishing me for it?"
"I am not the one that punished you." The reply so icy that it would freeze him if he still retained his body heat. "This is your destiny".
And with this last whisper the voice of the beautiful doll-like blonde with the perfect curls, trembles with excitement, enjoying her total superiority. She who has the end of the chain in her hands.
The chain strung on the pale sad boy, from ankles and wrists, converges on the shackle that finally she fastens to her own ankle. Ursula stands triumphantly and with glee then walks toward the bed, forcing him to walk in her path, pulling the humiliating chain has also been attached to
Abeo SolusAbeo Solus3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Flitting heartbeat, sparrow high,
twisting round the mountain's eye,
tracing breath of shattered skies
and filling velvet palms.
Falling sparrow, cry of stone,
wings of mist and powder bone
sipping, slipping from thy throne
within their crimson throng.
Treading now, beneath the clouds
As what was once so heaven bound
now falling, falling, to the ground
And singing silent songs.
Fly no more, above the arcs
singing side thy fellow Larks
curl beneath their shadows dark
and sing your silent songs.
Your flitting heartbeat, Sparrow high,
now sings of silent songs.
The Nature of SoundShe speaks best when theres no one to listen,The Nature of Sound6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
like fragments of truth on the lips of creation,
but nobody knows when nobody listens.
Speak to me, life, and control my decisions.
Music: The soul, The essence of wisdom;
Hear me. Feel me. Ill pay attention.
how to love a girl who can't love herself.get lost under the sun, thenhow to love a girl who can't love herself.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
fight the break of dawn.
i am nothing in the dark,
so show me
walk with me,
to the secret place
where i met you
(those turquoise city dreams)
when the sun goes down,
when the moon shines,
(girl of the ocean, let's go
somewhere only we know.)
please, i beg you.
winter me gently, because the earth laughs in flowers, and
red red roses, they're so beautifully
Open Letter You and I are very rare.Open Letter1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
Third generation Asian-Canadians makes up less than 1% of the total population. From an early age we learned to wear three masks like Nezha. I am Canadian. Je suis Canadien. 我是加拿大人。
The grass gives off a crimson light on either side and I’ve been trying to stay safe in the the sidewalk between them but I’m at the edge. Or maybe I’ve already fallen off and I’m just a being of nothing nothingness. I’ve already gotten accustomed to being in nothingness. Been reading Descartes and Kierkegaard and I can’t fathom the mathematics behind happiness.
Two fugitives ran away from home and conceived
BTTxReader Part 2BTTxReaderBTTxReader Part 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Bad Idea Part 2
It had to be the hottest day of summer. You were sprawled on your bedroom floor in a yellow tank top and black shorts. The radio crackled on. "And todays forcast. In the high 90's for most of the day, creeping into the 100's by this afternoon."
You groaned. That meant you were going to be stuck in the house all day. At least the A/C worked. Kinda. It had a bad habit of sputtering and giving out only to turn its self back on.
"Why are you on the floor chica?" Twisting your head you smiled up at Antonio, one of the guys you had shared this house with for the past year and a half.
"Lets go out side chica!! It's beautiful out!" You stared at him, "Dude its almost 97 degrees out there." He grinned "So? We could have a water fight!" It sounded tempting. Very very tempting. "Will Gil and Francis be playing?"
He shrugged, "I dunno,
i haven't forgottentell me, boyi haven't forgotten2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who is your god.
do not say it
is the limbs
that spread you
do not tell me it is
hands wrapping a head
board, nor a mouth
tugging your name
i want to know who it is
that makes you lucent,
bent beneath the dark,
because there is no divinity
like the one that makes
The mask poemThe mask poem4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm the girl behind the mask
I'm not who you think I am
I'm more insecure then you may believe
I don't want to let you in
I don't want to be hurt by you
I don't want to be judged by you
I hid behind the mask
So you can't see me
I'd rather be alone then let you in
And chance that you might hurt me
How deviantART Changed My LifeI've been on dA for eight months, and during that time, my life as I know it changed; nothing is the same.How deviantART Changed My Life3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
How deviantART Changed My Life
I honestly did not think deviantART would effect my life.
When I joined deviantART, I had no intentions of using it any more than I would be using my email account. I only joined because my 14 year old brother, who is a regular user of the site, kept telling me to sign up and upload my art for others to see. And so I did. I joined on March 2012, creating my first deviantART account called "pinkblueBiblioFREAK". I emphasized "freak" because that's what I felt like, basically because of my gender identity which failed to match my body and appearance. I looked nothing like a female, yet identified as one. Being on that site and talking to people, I started making friends. Making friends always came naturally to me; the reason I stopped doing it in real life was because no one accepted who I
in all i trustShe says trusting this muchin all i trust11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
is like clawing through my skin,
shattering my sternum, and
snapping each rib like pencils
to unearth a thudding fist
pressed between two lungs.
Trusting this much is hammering
myself to a cross like a scarecrow
and screaming, “Take it! Take it all!”
to home-wrecker ravens and expecting
them to land on my shoulders and coo
instead of claw and caw as they always have.
I say trusting this much
is standing naked in soft moonlight,
warm haze of orange street lamps
hanging outside of the shudders
on the midnight blue backdrop.
Trusting this much is spreading
my arms wide and whispering,
“This is all that I have, all that I am,”
to the stars and birds on the wire
and expecting nothing in return,
but praying underbreath it will
be enough to make them stay.
Trusting this much is not
being vulnerable with monsters
and expecting not to be torn apart.
It is knowing I may be hurt,
but I also may be loved honestly,
and this is a chance I am willin
ConfusionShe had always gotten them confused.Confusion4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ever since she could remember, really. Up until knowing them for - give or take - a year or so, it had been a little more than easy to just..
I'm Fred. He's George! and all of the accompanying snickers when she furrowed her brows in realization. Harsh, shrill cries of "you prats!" followed quickly afterward. Of course, they tried to carry on with it.
She would sometimes mistake one for the other in a passing glance. Fred, grab me my sketchbook; oops, sorry, George. The were quite used to it; tended to tease her about it, too. But that was how it was - confusing them. You could do it appearance wise, but personality..
Well, that was a stretch. George was a joker - sure. Just as bad as his brother. Worse even was the three of them; with some convincing, she'd occasionally be snickering along with them at stupid jokes and pranks that she sometimes felt quite bad about afterward. But that was how they 'were' - how he was. George was
Tokka Week- DiplomatDiplomatTokka Week- Diplomat6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
TOPH! YOU GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!
Uh oh. Toph raised her head at the sound of Kataras angry tone of voice, which was now directed at her. Sensing that the Waterbender was headed in her direction, Toph immediately turned around in the opposite direction and bolted down the hallway.
TOPH, DONT YOU DARE RUN AWAY FROM ME!!!! YOU AND SOKKA ARE IN BIG TROUBLE!!!!!
Ignoring her, Toph continued to dash around corners and up the hallways of Fire Lord Zukos palace until she sensed the presence of a nearby closet.
Katara was now hot on the Earthbenders trail, and her shouts were growing louder by the second. Determined not to be caught, Toph opened the closet door and flung herself inside. As she pulled it shut behind her, she felt Kataras footsteps getting closer and closer, until
What are you doing?
Scowling, Toph clamped a hand over Sokkas mouth to silence him.
Blank Character Bio TemplateBasic StatisticsBlank Character Bio Template4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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Origin of name:
Socioeconomic level as a child:
Socioeconomic level as an adult:
Describe their dwelling/house:
Most important childhood event that still affects him/her:
Other memories/events that still affects him/her and why/how:
Past failures s/he would be embarrassed to have people know about and why:
Biggest role model:
Describe their smile:
Who does s/he take after:
Why don't You Love Me?-EnglandxReaderI find you enriching, a person beyond me yet at the same time so far behind. You have a tang to you that I'm not to sure I like, and so I keep tasting and tasting hoping to figure it out. I've yet to and you think I'd grow bored with you but you have a way of entrancing people. Maybe it's those eyes or perhaps that delicate smile, I've yet to figure it out.. I hope to one day though. Which isn't good, I'm not suppose to care this much you know? It just isn't the way things are meant to be. Yet you have wound your way into my system and become much like the coffee I hate, addictive. It's why I refuse to drink that dark slosh, it's rather amusing though how easily I fell into your trap and allowed myself a taste of you. I must be weaker than I thought, that certainly isn't good.Why don't You Love Me?-EnglandxReader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But what can I do I have already fallen hard, much like a shot down bird. You should be careful where you aim your rifle it's deadly I tell you. Try and be consideret will you? You haven't the slightest clue on
Do You Fear the Dark?Do you fear the dark?Do You Fear the Dark?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pressing in upon you
Like wolves upon a sheep
(separated from the flock-
alone- no help- must run-
find the shepherd-)
Their fangs sinking in,
Tasting your warm flesh,
-the rush of blood-
A desperate, lonely cry
Begging for a light
Prologue: What is a Furry?Prologue: What is a Furry?4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Hi! I'm Rock Lee! You can call me Lee for short. I am so excited today! Do you know why? Because I am finally going to get a pet! I have always wanted a pet! Ever since I was a little boy I always dreamed about having something to take care of. Well I know what you're thinking. What kind of pet will I be getting? Well my world is a lot different than your world is. What you call a pet, we call a Furry. What is a furry you ask? Well I did some research to prepare myself so I can take care of my little furry friend.
A furry is an animal that looks like us but has some characteristics of an animal. For example, A dog in your mind is probably an animal that walks on all four paws, covered in fur, has a tail and a pair of ears, and barks right? Well a furry has all of that except there body is not entirely covered in fur. Only their front and back paws are covered and it fades to human skin while going up the arm. A furry has the torso of a human, the head of a human with ears and a tail. T
Jack frostSnow fallingJack frost3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Silent in the night
For children who wake up
tomorrow with delight
Not once do they consider
that their beloved snow
isnt brought by snow clouds
but by a stranger who is unknown
A boy with hair white
As the snow in which he brings
A boy with a wide smile
As the the angles wings
In his cool hand
A wooden staff he holds
To bring the winter frost
and beautiful December snow
Nipping at your nose
is all of him you hear
And once the snowflakes gather
You know that he is near
You hear his name upon the lips
of a blowing winter breeze
Jack Frost it whispers to you
Hoping you’ll believe
But very few have ever seen
the prince of frost and ice
For so little do believe
in him being true
So I’ve come to ask you
Laying beside you in the snow
Do you believe in him?
this boy of legend and myth
~For if so then just tell me
For truely I am him
But sadly you dont see me
Like every one before
some day soon
Someone will see
will believe in me.
A Poem to My Best FriendsI would like to thank you for you:A Poem to My Best Friends3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Thank you for your laugh
Thank you for your smile
Thank you for your joy,
Because every drop you offer to me
Is as beautiful as the sounding sea,
and every beam of light you shine
I will gladly call mine,
And every look of mirth we share
shows me you will always be there,
and every, every time you call my name
Is an obstacle we overcame
Dark BetrayalI dare not make a soundDark Betrayal3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I dare not raise my voice
Peering into the dark
That lies in front of me
What will come out next,
To grab my cold bare ankle
And drag me into Hell?
A rustling noise-
And the lights turn back on
You stand there, arms open-
I run into them-
Your hands on my throat,
Your face twisted in a smile
And the darkness
claims another victim
A Child's HeartA child's heart is full of these:A Child's Heart3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Soothing words upon scraped knees,
Pats on the head and amused laughs,
A father's treats, paper crafts,
Mommy's food and Sissy's dolls,
The chills as night falls;
Fantastic tales of countless heroes,
Sweaters that Auntie sews.
Words of rebuke and of love,
And dreams of flying up above
Breaking NewsBreaking News.Breaking News3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That's somebody's mother.
Who was beaten and raped by another
Individual who couldn't control their seedy sexual desires.
Just because you can't smell the stench of burning skin.
Doesn't mean this world isn't intrinsically on fire.
That's somebody's daughter.
Who was kidnapped, molested and tortured.
By another who couldn't control their dishevelled cravings.
Super heros do not exist in this reality.
Does that mean this world is not worth saving?
That's somebody's father.
Who was shot by another individual who would rather
Resort to violence to settle a trivial dispute.
The things humans can do to each other.
No one can deny this world is not filled with ill repute.
That's somebody's son.
Who was a victim of a hit and run
Situation that should never had occurred.
His family are now seeking solace from a church.
But can anyone really say that in the end
We all get what we deserve?