She Did Not KnowShe Did Not Know2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Many years later
He found her near a phone booth
But she did not know.
beautiful broken things must stick togetherbecause she is a broken pretty thing,beautiful broken things must stick together9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and he is the little boy who grew up
How To Write YaoiToday, we're going to show you how to write The Greatest Thing to ever happen evar.How To Write Yaoi5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Yaoi. Since it's a known fact that all female characters are vastly inferior to the male ones, none of them are suitable to be shipped with a male character. In fact, they can all go lez in a corner. No. This is going to be about yaoi. The greatest thing to evar happen evar of all time. Because we could never let a woman soil the true and pure love between a man and another man. And nothing is more sacred than that.
1. Tops and Bottoms As a rule, all yaoi couples must have a certified top and bottom (or uke and seme for you Japan types). NO EXCEPTIONZ1111!! You're either top. Or bottom. Period. The end. No exceptions. That's how all relationships work. And if you're relationship isn't like that, then there's probably something wrong with you. Or you're a woman. Then there's definitely something w
Gourmet Novel RecipeRecipe for Writing a NovelGourmet Novel Recipe2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Serves: 1. If you’re J K Rowling, billions.
- 1 Tin standard cat food
- 1 Laptop/Computer
- 250g cat biscuits
- 5 Pens, various colours.
- 1 stuffed cat toy with bell
- 1 pouch slightly fussier cat food
- 1 sachet gourmet cat food
- 1 bottle of wine, red or white
- 1 Wine glass (Large)
- 1 300g Tin of tuna
Cooking time: 2-5 years
(Preparation time approximately 10-60 minutes depending on condition of desk and computer speed)
1. Clear space on desk. If you do not have respective space for junk, throw on floor. Place paper and pens in clear space.
2. Turn on computer and allow 10 minutes for slow loading time. Add 2-3 sighs as windows update informs to restart computer. Restart computer and allow a further 10 minutes.
3. Once computer is ready, open up new document.
1. Begin with your plot. Open internet to several pages, use pens and paper to mix r
Killing Sanity - Sucked In DayZ - PrologueKilling Sanity - Sucked In DayZ - Prologue2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Don't worry, I'll make this Let's Play Co-Op real quick." I assured Marzia. She nodded softly and kissed my cheek lightly, "Alright. Have fun." She said smiling. I grinned as I opened up Skype while waiting for Day-Z to load. Fucking girly sounding name... I'll just call it Day-Zed. I thought to myself as I opened up the group call. The familiar faces of Toby and Nova came into view along with a picture of Cry's little character. I grinned as we all brofisted our cameras, "Ha-Ha-How's it going bros?" I asked smiling. Nova shrugged laughing, "Well, we're going to play the same shit as you, remember?" I nodded smiling, "Yeah bro, I remember." I heard someone pounding on their keyboard in annoyance, "Stupid game!" Cry yelled out. I laughed, "Don't worry about it Cry, you'll get it." Toby laughed as he spoke up, starting up his intro, "Hello once again Audience!" He said smiling and explaining the game we were all playing. We all were tired of constantly getting hater comments on our vide
Depois do silencioDepois do silêncioDepois do silencio3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Por Luiz Eduardo Borges
Assim como tantas outras civilizações, aquele povo antigo tinha um mito que explicava a criação do mundo. Geração após geração aprendiam que o universo inteiro foi criado através de música. Da mesma forma que a música preenche o silêncio com beleza, um dia, as vibrações harmônicas de uma composição criaram estruturas no que antes era o vazio. Essas vibrações reverberariam até hoje em toda a matéria, sentidas na forma de calor. Ninguém sabia quais eram as notas que fizeram o milagre. Por isso havia o receio que, se tocadas de trás para diante, elas poderiam desfazer tudo o que foi feito.
Cientes da lenda, os xamãs, em um tempo antes do surgimento da escrita, decidiram se apossar de toda a música para si. Convenceram os líderes das aldeias que era perigoso que ela fosse usada por qualquer um, pois a composição do fim do mundo podia ser executada involuntariamente. Sendo assim, a arte musical foi banida, instrumentos music
Story Of A Fallen Angel - Chapter 2Story Of A Fallen Angel - Chapter 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(*PLEASE READ THE DESCRIPTION BEFORE READING THE FIC, THANK YOU VERY MUCH*)
Italics = thoughts
Bold = Diabolos' voice
She stayed in that alleyway until dark, but even then, she refused to go back to the cottage which housed her true love and her fiancé. As a result, she sat in the dark place, knees hugging her breasts, and stared at the wall in front of her. The way her heart was aching was unbearable. Although it was a dull, numb pain, it was more agonizing than anything she has ever felt before.
Tears welled up in her eyes once more, blurring her vision. She whimpered as she placed her eyes on her knees, blinking furiously, trying to will the tears to retreat.
"Young angel, why do you cry?"
The voice startled her as she swivelled her head in the dark, desperately trying to see the owner of such a powerful tone.
"W-who is there?"
"Stop searching, child. You will not be able to see me. I am a creature of darkness."
Her eyes widened in surprise as she wh
ENVY'S LETTERS: KYUUBIRAWRZ 2ENVY'S LETTERS: KYUUBIRAWRZ 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
What? Edward didn't tell you? HOW DARE HE?!?! I believe they are underground..... and I didn't know you were drinking buddies XD
If you want you can call me Frost XD
Dear Frost (still strange, but all right),
Yes, I am very angry about that. I have already body-slammed him to the ground at breakfast this morning. I'll explain to him why when he wakes up...
And yes, we are drinking buddies. In fact, the first thing Edward did when Ed Green and I arrived in this time was take me to a tavern (or 'bar' as it's come to be called), to calm me down with a few drinks. Ed had orange juice, because he's a lightweight.
HEY, I'M NINE YEARS OLD!! OF COURSE I DON'T DRINK ALCOHOL!!
I know. I was joking! Dear me...anyway, yes, Edward Elric took me to a bar and then proceeded to challenge me to a drinking contest. The one who had the most shots of vodka
And morning cameAnd morning cameAnd morning came5 years ago in Open More Like This
The world wanted tobe awake
Dark shivers in the head
When sunbeams kissed me awake
Caressed me in it's overwhelming light
Made me wanna disappear in its safety reaching hands
I'm here she whispered
Wanted to sound if she believed herself
Words after word
Am I here?
Tears were searching its way
Along her face
the view was dimmed
Scared her mirror reflections
She seemed to be tired
Yes, convincing herself
It will be over
[Zutara] Betrayal of the Heart* PART 4[Zutara] Betrayal of the Heart* PART 42 years ago in Drama More Like This
The kiss before they invaded the fire nation.
She had entirely forgotten about it.
Her first kiss.
With her best friend, who was also like a little brother to her.
The feeling in her stomach grew worse.
Is this what people are talking about when they say you get 'butterflies in your belly'? She had always imagined it totally different, more like happiness and joy instead of guilt and sickness.
Was it wrong to kiss him? Does he have a crush on me? Am I having a crush on him? Am I raising his hopes for something more than friendship?
So many questions and no answers.
Everyone was tugging into their dinner greedily since Katara entirely forgot to fix lunch for them. The mood was lightly and happy and Katara let herself get swept with the mood, trying to forget her worries.
She noticed Zuko looking at her sometimes during the meal in what looked like agony. She got annoyed and gave him a dirty look so he would look away.
If she only knew Zuko could feel her pain himself because
Alice meets CheshireAlice meets Cheshire7 years ago in Teen More Like This
The boy sat on the mantel piece above the running fire, he grinned down at the girl infront of him. Long purple hair framed his face as his pierced cat ears and tail twitched. Shyly, she walked up to him and asked,
"Please boy why are you sitting up above the fire?You'll burn yourself," The boy flicked his ear and grinned wider.
"I sit up here because it is warm and I will not burn myself if I do not touch the the fire.Now may I ask who are standing down there?"
"I would not like to hurt myself so you must pardon if I do not join you above the fire," The girl gave a small curtsy and was about to turn around when the boy stopped her.
"What is your name child?" He leaned closer as his ears twitched foreward to listen better. She turned around, stomped to him as close as she c
A Light In The FogA Light In The Fog3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Light In The Fog
The long nights were dark and the short days seemed darker
The sun tries to rise but even the moon's glow is brighter
I'm just searching for something to give me a sense of hope
Even though I'm another typical fool who should just learn to let go
Eyes grow dim as time goes on
It's a sin to be this strong
I'm going through life and only seeing blurry faces
It's too harsh when all forms of trust are blind
I've walked this world and noticed nothing really changes
Every step seems futile and every dream is a sleeping lie
All souls cannot be shrouded
All hope cannot be abandoned
I needed a reason / To keep me breathing
So please pay heed to the pleas / I don't want the dim lights to leave
And then I caught a glance of you and instantly knew
That I gave up too easily, thinking you wouldn'
Castles in the airCastles in the air2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even the fools daydream...
That something could go on well,
oh, for a single time
they build castles in the air,
daring to hope, dream
to find a temporary haven of peace
to escape to during the winter
and dream of spring...
Essay: Why Creating Jobs is the Wrong GoalEssay: Why Creating Jobs is the Wrong Goal3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
We're all job creators
I recently saw a clip of Peter Schiff interviewing an Occupy Wall Street protester. Schiff asked him how many jobs he creates, and unfortunately, the protester wasn't prepared for this question. (Although it was being filmed by Drew Carey's libertarian group called Reason TV, so if anybody did raise good points against him, we'd never see it anyway.)
Contrary to Schiff's shortsighted view of the economy, common people do create jobs. We hire orthodontists, doctors, lawyers, mechanics, plumbers, electricians, HVAC technicians, exterminators, and many other professionals. Their careers directly depend on enough working class people being able to afford to hire them.
Less directly but just as importantly, we hire businesses (and the factories and transportation companies which supply those businesses) whenever we patronize them. If they lose consumer demand (like they would if their
HOT N' SOUL - Cinderella, part IIHOT N' SOUL - Cinderella, part II3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
HOT & SOUL
Soul Eater & Heart of Wildfire mix fanfiction
Logo & Story by G. Michel
Picture by Annria2002.deviantart.com
Disclaimer: SOUL EATER and their respective characters are the property of Atsushi Ohkubo and SQUARE ENIX. HEART OF WILDFIRE's characters are the property of Gregory Michel and Bessy Romero. This story is written for the sole and non-commercial purpose of fanbase entertaining.
"CINDERELLA" is a song belonging to Steve Curtis Chapman and other respectful copyright holders
CINDERELLA, part II
Seven days has passed since then and everyone around Maka had one common way of reacting around her: evading.
First it started with Soul and Sahn. Despite how many Maka-chops she delivered to their skulls, they held their tongues hiding the surprised that Spirit had for her. Then, slowly during these seven days, the same happened to her other friends. Mariciel, Liz, Patty, Blair, Jacqueline, Kid, Black*Star and everyone else. Even her best friend, Tsubaki. Thei
The Slow Descent into DementiaThe Slow Descent into Dementia2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bound and left for the beasts,
what awaits is no end
No shade finds my flesh,
and the catching fibers
are slowly burnt to a crisp
And such a darkness,
the vision of my eyes,
Whatever lies ahead
The rotting time,
The old home of my mind...
the dust and asbestos
what fragments remain.
left for my demons-
I'm simply waiting for time
to drag me away and down,
for the rotting feast...
to begin waiting
for this life
to fade away
with every bite.
DawnDawn2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How dawns the morn so very bright and bold
that night's dark face can only turn away;
and all our dreams in sunlit skies are sold
as eventide gives pardon to the day.
She feels the cloak of dreams unclasp their sway
and fading softly spun into the gold,
that she will rise from sleep and make her way
ere morning grows another second old.
IndistinctYou have not a voice, so that you can whisper.Indistinct2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then how will you your secret tell?
When you say nothing.
Because you cannot.
You have not color, for the daylight to see.
So how may I know of your secret, do tell me?
When there is now nothing to look upon.
Because the light won't let me.
You have not kindness in your inherited temper.
So how can you give away so much?
When all you have is love.
You are of so many riddles.
Who, you cannot manifest,
Though I know, you biggest riddle is empathy.
ItalyxReader .:.Bring on the Coffee.:.ItalyxReader .:.Bring on the Coffee.:.2 years ago in Romance More Like This
ItalyxReader .:.Bring on the Coffee.:.
You slowly walked out onto your balcony holding your mug of coffee, overlooking one of the many beautiful canals scattered across the wonderful city of Venice. You took a sip of your morning brew, a smile working its way across your lips. Leaning on the railing of the balcony, you glanced down at the little pathway next to the nearest canal, raising a brow at what you saw.
Barely visible from your point of view was a head of red-brown hair completely frazzled. You pushed away from the railing, walking back into your room, placing your coffee down on your dresser and opening up the closet door. You grabbed your black robe, slipping it on, followed by matching black slippers.
After grabbing your coffee once again, you headed towards the front door of your small flat, taking a glance into your mirror as you passed by. Your hair could have been in a much better state, but you were much too worried to what was with the person outsi
She Stole My Heart Holy Roman EmpireXChibi!ReaderShe Stole My Heart Holy Roman EmpireXChibi!Reader2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Are you stalking Italy?" You asked as you randomly popped out from behind Holy Rome. Of course with Holy Rome being very...unpredictable, he jumped up from being startled. A small girly scream came from his mouth until he noticed that it was you. He clutched his heart and breathed in and out, catching his breath.
"You scared me [Y/N]." He said as a small pink blush emitted on his cheeks. You giggled at him. He could be so cute sometimes.
"Me scare you? I think if anyone should be scared it should be Italy. You stalker." You giggled some more at the end of your sentence. You were teasing Holy Rome. Holy Rome blushed a red color and became flustered.
"I-I-I'm not stalking Italy! I want to make sure Italy is okay!" He tried to argue with you.
"Sure, whatever you say, Holy Rome." You took a pause to be dramatic. "It looks like you have a crush on Italy anyways." With that you left Holy Rome to his stalking.
The only thing was...Holy Rome had a crush on you not Italy. And he would never be
Letters to England - N. Italy 1Vee~! Hi, England!Letters to England - N. Italy 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
If you're bored, you should make some pasta!! But please don't kill me because that's mean!! I can bring you the recipe if you want, ve?
Well, finally: a spark of decency from someone in these letters. Hello there, and before you mention it--no, I will not give you another bail-out for your debt! You're taking the piss now! Or at least your brother is...
Yes, I could make pasta...only problem is, I'd probably end up burning the house down like last time...do you think that maybe you could send me one of your recipe books? Yes, that would be best, thank you for the offer.
And why on earth would I kill you? Last time I checked, WW2 ended!
P.S: Tell Sauer-Kraut I'm going to kick his ass in the Euro Cup this year!
RainRain2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Rings and rivulets of water
Rolling down the panes and roof
Running wildly through the gutters
Resting underneath the porch
Raking wet across the shutters
Remaining still for far too long
Restless children yearn to play
What We HadWhat We Had2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What We Had
I think it was the lack of connection.
The lack of... touch?
I didn't mean for it to happen.
My desire for love was too much.
He was right there,
In my peripheral vision.
The party was intense.
Nothing but flashing white lights
Filling the room.
He walked up to me,
Wanting to dance and I said
I was with someone.
It's not like it was a
We only ever kissed and said
A whole year of just
Maybe he didn't love me
Like I loved him.
Maybe he was straight.
Maybe he didn't think of men
I still loved him.
I didn't want to let him go.
But I desired something.
I desired something more than
I wanted to touch.
Wanted to be touched.
I wanted to feel another's skin on mine.
I was feeling too much desire to care
I woke up that morning next to a
I never knew his name.
I never asked for it.
Because I didn't
I just got up and
Days after that night,