Remembering 9 11I pray for all those in the 9/11 attack. You'll never be forgotten.Remembering 9 113 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
America woke up that morning with a feeling of dread. He rolled over and checked the date on his phone.
Now he understood.
He got up and stretched. Looking out his window he saw that the weather fit the day. It was cloudy and cold.
He walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. His eyes traveled to the long scar on his right hip. He could remember the day like it was yesterday.
I was walking down the street when it happened. Just walking to the UN building, knowing I was going to be late again, but just late enough to make an awesome hero entrance.
There was a strange feeling as I walked past the Twin Towers. Right when I thought that a sound that will haunt me for years happened. It was the sound of a plane crashing right into one of the towers. When it happened a pain shot right through my bo
::porcelain hands::There is dust coating the floor like the ash of an ancient fire. Spider-webs hang as delicately from the ceiling as someone may have carefully hooked them in the corners. The room is empty apart from the singular chair that sits in front of the window, as though someone had spent long hours positioned there, staring out at the world that moved on outside. But the chair is empty now, the air is completely still, and the house beneath this attic room is deliciously silent. Nothing moves. Nothing breathes.::porcelain hands::3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Then the clock ticks.
Just once, shattering the veil of silence that had been cast through the whole house. The walls seem to be holding their breath, but just when the stillness is beginning to form once more, in the security that it would not be broken once again, the clock ticks again, and begins making it's way through time.
Then there is a shift in the air. In the attic room, there is a strange change of light from over the singular chair. As though a blurry holograph was being pul
Never mess with me fanfic chapter 2Never mess with me fanfic chapter 22 years ago in Romance More Like This
Disclaimer: I don't own Beelzebub. It belongs to Mr. Ryuuhei Tamura. The fanfic is the only thing that belongs to me.
A/N: Thank you for the reviews!Please review again! Hope you'll enjoy
"Never mess with me"
Chapter 2: Oga's curse
Oga was still restless about what happened last night. We all know that he hates a little thinking.
On his way to school, he kept thinking about Hilda.
Mistaking someone for Hilda.
He even hallucinates that the designs on the walls look like Hilda.
"WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME!" Oga panicked. Everyone on the street was surprised of his sudden reaction and gaped at him. Even Beelze was surprised that he nearly fell and was hanging with one hand grabbing his blazer. 'Damn' then he put Beel properly on his shoulders and glare at those annoying by passers that is gossiping about him.
"Damn that Hilda" He whispered to himself, put his hands on his pocket then focused his attention on getting to school. " trying to act like that. Tsk."
Prisoner Of War XIVPrisoner Of War XIV2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Title: Prisoner Of War
Chapter 14: Doctor To Doctor
Universe: Transformers Prime
Characters (Main): Knockout, Starscream, Ratchet.
Pairing: KnockoutXRatchet, BumblebeeXKnockout, BumblebeeXOptimus, StarscreamXMegatron,
"BUMBLEBEE" Optimus yelled.
"Optimus, please, calm down" Ratchet shouted back as he held Optimus down on the table. The great Prime thrusted and jolted on the berth. Starscream was able to hold down Optimus's left arm long enough to reach over and strap it down to the table.
"We are going to need some help" Starscream panted, already tired form fighting the struggling Prime. Starscream jumped over Optimus and landed next to Ratchet. He helped hold his arm down, in till Ratchet was able to strap it down. Starscream ran to the door and busted through them.
Knockout was just about to transform to give Miko a ride, but he
Prisoner Of War lXPrisoner Of War lX3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Title: Prisoner Of War
Chapter 9: I Care
Universe: Transformers Prime
Characters (Main): Starscream, Bumblebee, Soundwave, Optimus, Ratchet, Megatron
Pairing: BeeXOptimus, StarscreamXBee , StarscreamXSoundwave
(Bumblebee's beeps and whirls he uses to talk)
: Comm. Link:
"Starscream" Bee's voice called to him "Wake up!"
Red optics flew open and a painful groan filled the room. The lights were very dull, at least he thought so. He moved his hands over his stomach, it hurt so badly. But luckily there was no hole, someone had fixed him.
"Don't touch" A raspy voice called. Starscream looked to his right to see the Autobot medic standing by the doorway. "I was able to fix you up. But it will be a while before I can tell if you will have permanent damage." Ratchet did not look Starscream in the e
HeartbrokenI loved, I cared, I gave you all that I could,Heartbroken2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
My misfortune; I couldn't be all that you wanted.
I hoped, I wished, and I thought you understood,
My misfortune; my heart felt taunted.
I wondered, I asked, and I prayed for your own good.
My misfortune; I felt so unwanted,
I pleaded, I begged, all to share thoughts I could,
My misfortune; I neglected the hurt you had planted.
I was stupid, I was blind, I was unable to read your mind,
My misfortune; I still messaged you.
I learnt my lesson, I felt the world, I now think I know it,
Dont worry, you shall never feel so lacerated.
I promise, I swear, I shall never speak to you again,
For I deserved it all to have fallen for you.
I was silly, I was weird, and I was dumb to think --
How could I been the one you cherished?
But may you answer if you could -- how could someone be so indecisively cruel?
A cold-heart with its own blood, uncaring with bleeding hearts
I question if you care truly for my well being,
Or if it is just an illusion to fill
Years of SmokeYears of SmokeYears of Smoke3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A now extinguished candle,
smoke still rising through the floorboards.
In the attic lies his forgotten soul,
paintings now obscured by smoke
and years of waiting to be seen.
Locked away, still unwanted:
then only dust.
Another thin layer of smoky grit
hides a disappointed face of the proudest son,
and his prized hot-air balloon taking flight.
The attic stairs then creak again,
the painting masks all excitement.
The master isn't here for him.
The painting still remembered master's face,
A kinder heart that hung him proudly.
He missed that kitchen wall
where he would watch the master and his son.
He knew their smiling faces,
the master's son's was not so different from his own
Once again the stairs would moan,
And the master would come for another,
but that other never was him.
The day the master raised his voice
was the saddest he had known.
Their insults all hurt him the most,
Though he feared the master's wounds
Hadn't healed without scars.
For his son ha
How2-Ask artists you admireHow2-Ask artists you admire4 years ago in Letters More Like This
Have you ever tried to talk to an artists you admire on DA and s/he ignores you?
Well, there's a few tips on how to talk to them and get more comments back...
I don't say this will always work, because some artists are just too busy, or too shy to talk back, but it will work better than if you just bluntly ask a question.
There are nice artists who will answer your question, so make them feel a bit special for doing you a favor.
Here's my tip on how to talk to some big name artists...
===== MOST IMPORTANTLY!
1. Research first, check their blogs for FAQ if you have a question such as...
1. what pen/paper/program/medium did you use?
>>>(tools related, trust me, usually its on their FAQ)
2. Hi, you're good.... what do you recommend for a tablet?
>>>(Go to forums to ask that please, search forum for old threads on it, don't bother them with this.)
3. Hello, what brushes did you use, can you share it? Did you use Photoshop?
>>>(Don't ask so fast, search their gallery or u
When did I get a SisterI was lying on my mom's bed upstairs all by myself I usually loved lying on her bed it smells of Lilac. Mom always smelled of Lilacs and that was what I needed. I was tired of people, they all kept asking me different questions even though I did not have any answers, heck I am only a kid and my mother just died. Then there was that man with a girl downstairs, telling me he is my Father and the girl is my Sister. I cannot believe this day and the noise downstairs just keep getting louder and louder it feels like my head is going to explode. (Boom) What the? I got off the bed and looked in the mirror, there was something different about my face, I could not place my finger on it, but the girl in the mirror looked mostly like me but I had a glow around me, and that glow looked like mom. When I turned around no one was there but when I looked back into the mirror she was back and shaking her head sadly at me. I wish I knew what she was trying to tell me but all I could hearWhen did I get a Sister1 year ago in Sketches More Like This
Ispirare LimerickIspirareIspirare Limerick3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sinnocently of Chicago
This groups mighty creator
From the windy city
No group is greater
Relinquishing the rights
She has to digress
After work at nights
She has to de-stress
Wants to cut her hair
And someday be a mother
Waiting for a proposal
From her significant other
PomPrint's in Scotland
Mending his plaid kilts
They're all torn and tattered
From wearing his stilts
Don't know what's under there
But when nature calls
You better be careful
Of your dangling belt
Sometimes he's ired
He likes little dogs
But they get so darned tired
From retrieving his logs
Walk past his window
Look through his door
and you will probably catch him
Playing Wild Boar
Dallas is the home
Of our boy ShippD
Not quite a gnome
But still pretty shifty
He knows what he wants
He knows what he likes
Instead of dating the girls
He's home playing with trikes
On his computer - 3D
He' trying to render
A new gas tank
Or a new front fender
PseudoSiren the artist
The female unknown
Who follows the
DO's and DON'Ts of OCsDOs and DONTs of Creating OCs.DO's and DON'Ts of OCs5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I'm not a brilliant or fantasmically talented writer, but I know a decent OC when I see one. Or at least a non-crappy one.
I think we know how this works. Here we go
1. DO Try to vary your OCs personalities. In the real world, if everyone had the same awesome, flawless character, life would be mind-numbingly BORING. Also, not everyone is nice/horrible/depressed/energetic all the time. (Unless, of course, you want to use that as a flaw.)
2. DONT get too hung up on making profiles for your characters. Profiles are for procrastinators who want to make a fantastic character without getting started on the actual story. I was guilty of it too, before I realised how boring filling out the same form over and over again was.
Try describing them in the story, THEN make notes to help you remember stupid boring details like their star-sign and eye colour so you dont accidentally change them halfway through the st
Wrought IronThat little corner was his second home. He knew the tiny space well: the wrought iron fence, intricately sculpted, the little coffee shop behind him, the yellowing grass between the sidewalk and the curb. The smells, he knew them as well: the coffee, freshly brewed, the hot scones and pastries. These made his stomach growl and grumble beneath the worn black and white striped shirt. The slightly chilly wind, a reminder of the coming winter months, cut through the warm air. And the sounds cars roaring past, people talking on their cell phones. He seemed to be one of the few that weren't adding to the noise. Mimes don't make sounds.Wrought Iron3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ah, there she was again. The girl in the dark sunglasses, her hair smooth, her walk hesitant. What was she afraid of?
He tipped his hat to her as she walked past. No response. Again. But he knew she'd be back in a few minutes
Where Destination HarborsMy destination lingers beyondWhere Destination Harbors7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the vivid orange-red horizon,
where the faint borderlines
of ancient nations can be noted,
and the aroma of new foods
can be detected so perfectly -
spices and gourmet candy
especially distract my senses.
It rests with the many shades
of resplendent cotton flags
that blow the summer air
like dragons breathing fire -
a true symbol of strength
and overwhelming victory.
It dwindles among the hills
of writers and painters:
artists who yearn to capture
every ounce of beauty
embedded in the land -
crystal roses and branches
implanted by the spring.
And it beats with the heart
of a young foreign boy,
whose smile alone can inflict
the sparks of a million melodies -
songs sung softly by the choir
of heavenly stars.
My destination is to
the glory it offers.
on College and Life GoalsWould you consider buying a plane ticket before you know where you even want to go? Crazy, isn't it? But many artists consider taking on art school without a strong life goal. Without defining what you want most out of life, you'll never achieve it, and college certainly won't supply it. College is to supply you with the means to accomplish your goal, and if you don't have a strong goal, you'll flip-flop majors hoping to scrape up motivation along the way. By the end of it, you'll have gone through 4 (or more) years of indecision, having wasted a lot of money and time without having an idea of where to go in life next.on College and Life Goals3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
What, then, makes a strong life goal? Is it wanting to work at Disney? Is it wanting to create a famous comic book? Or maybe you want to just be a famous artist so you can rub it in the faces of all those who made fun of you in high school? These aren't life goals. If anything, they're short term goals, because they can be accomplished, finished, and done. A life goal is
Heart of MysteryChaotic symmetryHeart of Mystery1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
is sometimes seen
as form within mystery
where outer layers of
words and meaning
let the eyes freefall
the eye of the mind
clarity and reason
showing the heart
of the mystery
to be a place where
there are no
Notice MeHow much of meNotice Me1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
do I need to change
before you see the image
of me that you fantasize and dream
will more makeup and lipstick
make a difference
to make your jaw drop
better clothes adorned with
or how about this
I think I'll choose
to stay the same
using money to change
the way I entered this world
and grew to be the person I am today
does not feel right to me
to waste my youth on you
where I don't see anything wrong
with the way I am
just so you'll maybe
and I'll say - maybe - again
RomanoxReader: PASTAFirst time...don't judge too harshly, I haven't written a story for quite a long time >.RomanoxReader: PASTA2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
S.Italy x Reader - Happy Holiday Part 6It was only a few days left until Christmas ... and Antonio's eyebrows still had a lot of growing to do. Every time you and Romano saw him, the both of you laughed rather loudly ... but sadly ... that laughter was about to be silencedS.Italy x Reader - Happy Holiday Part 63 years ago in Romance More Like This
You heard a loud knocking on your bedroom door, which had woken you up from your peaceful sleeping. You got out of bed, put on your dressing gown and answered the door. Romano was standing there, with a letter in his hand. He looked distressed
"What's wrong?" You asked, very worried
Without saying a word, he held you tightly
"I ... (Name), I have to go away" He said
"Where?" You asked naïvely
He sighed and looked at you. You could see he was in a lot of pain
"Bella ... I have to go to battle" He said
"No! You could get killed!" You protested
"I have to, Bella ... the Boss said he'd hurt you if I didn't" He said
It looked like he was desperately trying to control himself. You had never seen someone whom was so mischievous ... so frail ...
"You ... h
GermanyxReader (request)"I'm telling you Feli. There is no way I'm confessing to him" you say as you try to walk away, but Feli grabs you again and tries again to drag you to Ludwig's house.GermanyxReader (request)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Ve~ Come one __________. Just do it. I swear he likes you" says Feli.
"No!" you yell wriggling out of Feli's grip only to crash into someone.
You almost fall but some catches you.
"Kesesese. _________you want to so badly to fall into my arms?"asks Gilbert laughing.
You frown. Feli comes up to you two and says
"Ve~ Gilbert help me. ___________ likes Ludwig, but she doesn't want to confess to him"
"Traitor" you say glaring at him.
"So you like my bruder _________?" asks Gilbert.
You blush and nod. He laughs again and huddles you and Feli to tell you his plan.
Ludwig opens his door to his house. He had spended the whole day with Alfred trying to get him to stop annoying Kiku. He was now exhausted from the effort. He walked to his bedroom door and opened it. He nearly got a nosebleed from what h
S.Italy x Reader - Happy Holiday Part 2You made your way into the kitchen, where Romano was standing, with a tomato in his hand. He glared at you as he took a big bite out of it. You shuddered a little. It was such repulsive behaviour ... but something made you want him ... and you had no idea what it wasS.Italy x Reader - Happy Holiday Part 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Why are you doing this? We've only just met and you're already being an arse" You said
He just ignored you and tomato juice dribbled from his mouth down his chin. You felt like you wanted to slap him ... but you were tired from the long journey. Antonio entered the room
"Hey, that was my last tomato!" He complained
"Then buy more, stupid Bastard" Romano muttered
"You are unbelievable!" You exclaimed
"Well believe it, baby. 'Cause I'm here to stay" He said
You looked at him in disbelief at what he just said to you. He was so rude ... you sighed angrily
"I'm going to go to bed. Where's the room where I'll be staying?" You said, looking at Antonio
"Oh, it's upstairs, bella dama" Antonio said, smiling
Antonio led you upstai
Mid-summer Nights' DreamsI have always had a thing about summer.There is just something about it that turns me into someone- or someTHING different from myself.It's as if this season has a life,a consciousness of its own.It creeps up from behind and takes me over.It suffocates me.Chokes me till my skin is blue and cold but my lungs are filled with fire and desperate for an inhale.I feel the fire spread.From cell to cell;until I am something else from myself.A monster living in my own skin.Mid-summer Nights' Dreams3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
And the dreams.Oh the dreams.The lovely pretty beautiful dreams that secretly climb inside through the little secret window of my heart and takes over my soul.And for a second I turn into the little girl in soft lacy frock and ribbons and fur coats.She runs around in the cold backyard and jumps on the pile on fallen leaves and lets her hair loose in the autumn breeze and hugs the arrival of beautiful winter frost as a chill of excitement makes her shiver.I inhale deep and slow.The frosty air freezing my insides but i want to
GermanyxDepressed!Reader - Night Terrors [Part 2]GermanyxDepressed!Reader - Night Terrors [Part 2]2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You felt a sudden weight on your thighs. Your eyes shot open from your sleep and you saw Germany placing a tray of wurst and pancakes on your lap.
"Guten morgen." He spoke in his mother language, that usual stern look on his face. Those icy blue eyes met yours, and you smiled warmly.
"Good morning.." The food smelled delicious. "You made me breakfast?" This was unlike Germany, he's not usually hospitable. Germany's eyes softened and he suddenly found the floor very interesting as he spoke.
"V-vell, you've been having such a hard time, I'd thought I'd help you out a bit " He cleared his throat nervously. The air was a bit awkward around the two of you.
"Th-thank you, Germany. That means a lot to me." And mean a lot to you it did. The strong, silent, object of your affection was openly expressing his concern for you. You turned your attention to the food and greedily bit into the tender meat, mouth waterin
ReaderXGermany Part 1You never really seemed to notice anyone, nor did they bother to notice you. You sort of liked it that way. No drama. No irrational fights. Just you and your thoughts.ReaderXGermany Part 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After the whiny dismissal bell rang, you did the everyday routine of sitting in the abandoned tire swing at the edge of the park. You always did this till the air became cold and the sun began to set. Rocking alone in the swing back and forth rhythmically day by day really was never as bad as it sounded.
The fall air snapped at your nose and you stopped to wrap you scarf when suddenly-
"Ludwig! Help!" Was screeched by a pubescent voice. You look up slightly startled. A scrawny auburn brown haired boy with a funny cow lick seemed to be running across the field In a somewhat awkward fashion, his arms failing in the air. A similar but darker haired boy chased him, but with an obvious much more dignified taste. You watch in amusement.
"Lovino, let him be for christ sake!" A strong blonde entered the scene. Within
GermanyxReader:: The LettersThe LettersGermanyxReader:: The Letters2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Germany x Reader
We all dream. Sometimes we find ourselves doing so wide awake. And sometimes we just get lost in our minds, a puzzle we cannot complete so simply. We wish for happiness and imagine our paradise. Anybody who does otherwise, anybody who has turned their back on dreaming Well, they have turned their back on humanity itself.
"What are you thinking?"
[Name] gently reaches out for the man's face, running her fingers over his strong jaw-line. She stops for a minute and rests on his cheek but continues further down- her palm presses over the side of his neck, stops before his chest. Her eyes lift and match two icy orbs that are gazing at her- yet somehow lovingly, surprisingly for such a man as him but still shocked. A little smile lifts the curves of her mouth and her hand drops, though so unwillingly. She doesn't want to rush him- after all- everything, this whole experience is completely new to him. He's like a puppy, frozen without movem