Nothing simpler (NetherlandsXReader)Tim tapped his foot impatiently, grinding another cigarette into the brick surface of the low wall he was currently sitting on. Fruitlessly, he checked his watch again, one of his legs jiggling up and down to try and release some of his tension.Nothing simpler (NetherlandsXReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Where the hell were you?! The two of you had agreed to meet up an hour ago and you’d showed neither hide nor hair. Chewing on the end of his cigarette, he tried lighting the tip of it, but missed in his bad mood, singing the tips of his long, pale fingers.
You smiled widely, spotting the strange hair and telltale white and blue striped scarf of your friend. Just on time you thought, as you heard the bell tower behind you strike the half hour. “Hey! Tim!” You cried, waving as you came closer to your Dutch friend.
He looked up irritatedly, his glare making you falter in your steps towards him. Had you done something to upset him? But you’d only just got here!
Tim scowled at you, though he was happy to see you hadn’t
Alone and UnseenAlone and Unseen2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The chill in the breeze,
The frost on the ground,
Crisp on a moonlit night.
A young boy's figure
Glides through the streets,
His breath a clouded fog.
Eyes like crystals,
Hair like snow,
He walks with staff in hand.
Alone in the world,
Unseen by all,
He strides like a ghost through the town.
Young children seen
Through a window pane,
Bask in the glow of the hearth.
Unseen goes the boy
Who stares unnoticed and lost
At the joy before his eyes.
A tentative move,
A soft hand to the glass,
Which freezes beneath his touch.
He turns away,
To the dark of the night
And raises his head to the sky.
A tear flows unseen,
Silent and soft,
To be dashed on the frozen earth.
Calling winds forth,
Around him to swirl,
His feet lift off from the ground.
Invisible and alone,
He flies higher until
He melds with the sky and the stars.
"I want to be seen
And I want to be heard."
Only one hears this desperate boy's cry.
The Man in the Moon
Stares down on the scene,
At the lost and forgotten child.
Casual Bullshituncreative blasphemyCasual Bullshit2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is sometimes mistaken for high art
in unprovoked conversations
"God isn't here,
at least not as the spectre
so i've decided His absence
with a metaphor to hide my fear
speaking in a rash persona
with a new faith
untitledseducing the writeruntitled2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he'll seduce himself
if you're silent.
Who listens to the weatherman? -LudwigxReader“What a beautiful day~” you smiled and deeply breathed in the chilly, but pleasant autumn air. Today really was a beautiful day- the sun was shining, the sky was a beautiful blue, but it wasn’t unbearably hot… in fact it was rather cool.Who listens to the weatherman? -LudwigxReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
A fact which you immediately noticed as you began to shiver slightly and rub your arms in an attempt to warm yourself. You groaned a bit as wind started to pick up. “Why is it s-s-soo c-c-c-cold?” you complained, your thoughts of it being a beautiful day quickly fading from your mind. Not that this was a rare occurrence for you. You had often misjudged the weather… foolishly thinking that a clear sky and sunshine meant that it was warm enough to go out with a t-shirt and jeans.
You then took out your phone and stared at it. Thirty minutes. Exactly thirty minutes until the bus came. “I’m going to be a Popsicle by the time it comes!” you chattered as you began to try to warm yourself up by jum
Alphario - Chapter 1Dennis couldn't believe his eyes.Alphario - Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was a dream come true. He was finally in Japan. And the story behind this achievement was just too good to be true.
Joining the contest was a good thing after all, Dennis thought to himself, trying to contain the grin that had long wanted to escape onto his lips. The 20 year old boy had never intended to participate in the first place – it simply wasn't his thing – but after the submission deadline had been extended thrice, he was finally convinced that maybe it was his time to shine. And luck was on his side.
Dennis made his way through the airport hallway, still contemplating on his good fortune. He was amazed at how distinct occasions from the past had miraculously connected with one another, just like how the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle fit together to complete the picture. He vowed never to view his childhood days in a negative light ever again. At least for now, he reconsidered.
"Mom, dad…" He smiled as he took a
-this windowpane loneliness-2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
has devoured too many stars
making love to ocean beds.
Streetlamp EyesHer name is Lucy and she's not quite enough.Streetlamp Eyes5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She can barely remember the colour of happiness; let alone what laughter used to taste like on her burnt-out tongue. The fog-shrouded days have stolen the blush from her cheeks and she's fully aware that you probably feel exactly the same, but somehow that doesn't make her feel any better because she is just too weak. It seems her spine will snap if the world presses any more weight onto her shoulders, while her brain feels as if it has already imploded.
No one ever says what they mean anymore so she's lost all faith in everything conversations have ever stood for. She's terrified of every glance thrown at her because they might make it through her armour, and then she would have to care about what people think of the lack of wires in her brain. Then she'd have to admit she's empty.
She so badly wants to spin with the world and feel like she's the only one left breathing. But in reality she is only the girl that stumbles from alleyways with
Content.I've been alone with the room filled with my nameContent.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Without having heard a word
For found guidance of what's been seen,
But this is a little more precious to me now
To treasure the voice that I belong to
One that dreads the absence of my greatest to my weakest
Now the majority has forgotten my name
And now I'm left with my small share,
I've never been so content.
new york minutesask me what its like to stand outside of a skyscraper, two hundred feet up. ask me what its like to be plastered against a bruised sky, no pair of eyes noticing me because im just another black silhouette of the city. ask me what its like to see your own heart leaping from your chest and tumbling ahead of your body and down twenty-odd stories and into the never-ending traffic that looks like a travelling carnival. ask me, i know what its like to become dust.new york minutes5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
the clock on my wall ticked loud enough for me to realise just how empty my flat was. the second hand, blood-red and thin as a needle, twitched ever-forward, still pausing just as long as it took for my heart to stutter, thinking time had broken.
"fucking clock," i muttered, rubbing my chest to encourage my heartbeat to mellow. i took it from the wall after being awake for four hours, having spent three hours and nineteen minutes watching and flinching at its every
Zacchaeus: EmbraceSomeZacchaeus: Embrace1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
would give me dirty looks,
scoff at me,
call me names,
say I deserve hell,
preach at me,
show me hate
at every turn.
were those ignoring me,
so I felt small,
smaller even than I am;
they'd move away
when I was near,
speak of me
like I wasn't there.
would come and pity me,
which felt degrading,
or tell me what I did was fine,
which could not heal me.
For deep, deep down
I think I knew
that this was wrong.
claimed they cared for me,
but said that I should change,
not seeing just how hard it is,
that my livelihood is on the line,
that they are hypocrites
for not accepting me
just as I am.
looked for me
and saw me,
small and insignificant me,
although I was hiding.
came to me,
put yourself into my hands,
ate from my table
- my unclean table.
asked no questions.
passed no judgement.
just as I am
has changed me.
Because you love me
I want to love you.
Because I love you
I suddenly see:
I want to please you
Dear Body - Dear KatrineDear Body - Dear Katrine5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I don't know how to love you. Earlier this year I tried to end you. I'm still getting over that. Mind of matter and yet you won. Three strikes and you found away to breath anyway. Seven days fluttering at a blood oxygen level of thirty-three scared everybody.
Learning how to walk again was hard. Tubes slowly being pulled out as you had to figure out how to breath with out the machine. Someone else's hands washed you gently for me while I lay locked out of you. Floating high above you on a dark cloud that tasted like the end.
I spent months learning how to use you again. Years hating you. Cursing you for the limitations, you denied me the sea and sand of my childhood. You raged against me when I started to ride horses. You've made it very clear that you never liked me very much. Yet you've been lucky, for all the wrong and the sick and the mysteries you've never broken a bone.
I just don't know if I want to love you. It was easier when I could just give
My closure.The shadows chase my fingers around my notebook as I run them along the depressed letters of your name. That was there from a time we were happy together, before I began to get second thoughts. I was always thinking about you then, and if I could erase every time I wrote your name I would; thus, I cannot, because most of them are written in pen.My closure.5 years ago in Letters More Like This
I regret hurting you, not leaving you. I have had more time lately to reflect on my thoughts, and my art. I have not to regret leaving you because it has made me more successful and tough-skinned. I became smarter, and less naive than I was before. I no longer make long term promises; instead, I simply say "let us hope the best will come to us."
My mind has been in a stutter for the past few months. I cannot read your reply to this or talk to you because my attempts to lack sympathy for you have failed in the past. You are too good with your words and you are too good at making me feel guilt beyond the extreme.
I loved you at a time, but love c
All the KingsAll the king's horsesAll the Kings3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And all the king's men.
Couldn't put me back
Hold that piece.
Strangers on a TrainI got on this train at half past two without telling a soul. My family never could have let me go if they had known. But this was something I had to do; I really had no choice.Strangers on a Train6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The people gazed politely out the tinted windows, or on the floor, or at their own pale hands folded neatly in their laps. But never at me or anyone else. The car I was in was dimly lit, small, cold, with orange plastic seats lined up on either side of the center aisle. I stood in the middle, one arm hooked around the metal pole near the door for balance and the other buried deep in my pocket. There was no luggage at the feet of the other passengers, nor was there a man to check tickets.
I sighed, letting out a plume of chilled air, and gripped the pole more tightly as the train ground to a halt at the next station, a dark mausoleum, where a passenger waited. He glanced down at the worn leather suitcase in his hand then back
I'm glad you're doing alright (HREXReader)"C'mon Roma!" You shouted, impatiently jumping up and down as you waited for him. "We're gonna be latee!" You complained loudly, grabbing hold of his hand when he appeared behind you.I'm glad you're doing alright (HREXReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Not that you really could be late. The two of you were going to the nearby cathedral. You'd visited it before with your class and you loved looking at the paintings. So when you'd told him about planning to go there again, he said there was no way you were going without him.
Running outside, you tugged on the blond-haired boy's hand and he followed you like a puppy.
Jiggling on your feet at the side of the road, Roma looked at you. Even though the two of you were only kids, he was certain about his feelings. He wanted to give you everything you wanted, to be everything you would ever need. And he was determined to protect you in each and every way.
"C'mon Roma!" You called as you skipped across the road. His blue eyes widened as he saw a black mass speeding towards your smiling form. "No!" He screamed, sp
Shredded coats and burning schools(SpainXReader)You sighed as you stared at the screen. It was that time of year and the biology class was covering dissection. Honestly, you couldn't care less and found the whole thing a huge waste of time. A movement of the corner of your eye made you perk up.Shredded coats and burning schools(SpainXReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Antonio who was sitting next to you, had a huge grin on his face. Well not that the cheerful Spaniard looked any different from usual. He always did succeed in making you smile though, so when he pointed at the screen and mimed his own entrails being taken out, you had to bit your lip to keep from laughing.
Antonio's mouth hung open in faked horror as he stared at his 'cut' stomach and 'bloodied' hands, then he rolled his eyes to the back of his head and slumped in his chair. A giggle escaped you and he smiled in success.
The teacher snapped at the two of you, making you sit upright. Your neighbour merely shifted closer to you, his hand covering his mouth as he whispered to you. "Hey chica, I'm wondering, where did he keep all that, I mean th
Yours ConditionallyLook, this isn't what you were expecting,Yours Conditionally4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What you wanted, what you asked me for.
This isn't about you and me and us and we,
Or about how I simply couldn't survive
Without you in my life (because I have
All these years before), or how I couldn't
Breathe without you near (once again, I've
Done just fine thus far).
There are no cliches to be had,
I admit. There is no symbolism,
Dying roses paradoxically representing
Our undying love, or archetypes in which you,
The knight in lackluster armour, save this damsel
Who is quite distressed by your quixotic notions.
This isn't filled with secret strolls under the
Milky moonlight, dancing under the stars, and
Showing each other our scars to bring us closer.
This paper will not be scented with my perfume
Or your indefinable scent, nor will it be stained
With bitter tears to the point where it's almost
Illegible- in a romantic sort of way, of course.
It isn't about how I spend my nights looking
For you where you can't be found,
IndescribableThere are things in life, feelings that you can't describe. You would never understandIndescribable5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
until you're the one in the situation. This is like buying flowers at the supermarket for
a girl you loved who will never even see them when you go to talk to her because
nobody can see through that many feet of hard-packed earth but you've finally
dredged up enough fractured pieces of courage to go see her and when you get to
the register a kind elderly woman cashier smiles. "Oh these are beautiful," looks you
in the eyes and says, "what a lucky girl." This is the feeling of
Your Name HereCome in through the cat door.Your Name Here3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On your hands and knees,
Where you've spent the best years of your life.
It's been a long time
And everything's all fleece and static.
Let's shake the dust off.
Drop the needle.
Let the bass kick.
Til you feel it in your marrow.
Disturb the peace for old times' sake.
We don't need a metronome.
And we don't need a funhouse mirror.
Your arrhythmia can keep the time
My astigmatism distorts you fine.
The record skips,
You scratch my back.
Carve your name into my bark.
The wall is frescoed
With a portrait of the artist.
Today, he is painting with novacaine,
Watching his watercolors
Circle the drain.
He put down the bottle,
But now he's drinking butane.
He wants to vomit hellfire again.
He's still Jackson Pollock with a shotgun.
He still takes nitroglycerine for his heart.
And arsenic for his head.
He still keeps medicine vintage,
And mails pieces of himself to people he loves.
But enough about the artist.
When you leave that room,
Promise to leave the floors sc
Set you free (EnglandXMermaid Reader)You blinked your groggy eyes open, but shut them again almost immediately. A piercing white light seared past your eyelids and succeeded in giving you a throbbing headache. Where was this...?Set you free (EnglandXMermaid Reader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Moving your arms was difficult and when you tried to tug them apart, something held them together. Rope? You beat your tail gently and you felt the water you were submerged in wave slightly.
Turning around you tried to swim to the surface of the ocean but after a moment you bashed your face into something. You’d grown accustomed to the burning light by now and slowly opened your eyes.
The image that spread in front of you was something you’d never forget. Humans. Humans, tons of them! They were everywhere, throngs of them crowding around the sphere you were stuck in. Panic took over you and you looked around frantically.
A sort of humming noise was coming from them and they were all opening and closing their mouths like beached fish. You beat your scaled tail against the hard glass aga
Burning dinner (FranceXReader)Francis hummed as he set about cooking for dinner. Not that you couldn't cook or anything, it's just that he was brilliant at it. And you loved watching his fingers.Burning dinner (FranceXReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
They were so nimble, so elegant and effective against the grit in lettuces, the fat on meat, you could find so many reasons as to why watching him cook was so calming.
Sticking close to his side, your (e/c) eyes followed his hands that were stirring a pan filled with a roux. He quickly alternated between flour and milk, the sauce getting thicker and thicker as he did so.
He noticed your watching and chuckling he pulled you between his arms. Your arms came above his and he looked over your shoulder to continue cooking. "Better, no?" You nodded happily at his question, settling down against his chest.
He leant his head against yours, taking in the scent of your hair. Smiling, ne nuzzled your neck, distracted by you. Kissing down your neck and shoulder, he purred. You turned around and he pinned you against the stove, nipping
You know,"You know, there's somebody up there."You know,5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We were in school then, and sometimes we'd just spend the summer nights lying on his roof and looking up at the planets and stars until we fell asleep in each other's arms. We'd lie there and sometimes he'd say, "You know, there's somebody up there." You mean aliens, I'd ask, you know, with the green skin and the U.F.O.s and the phasers and whatever else. He'd say no, silly, he didn't mean aliens, he meant God, and he'd laugh, you know, but it must have hurt him, me not knowing God and all that. He always went to church and he never swore and he never got drunk with the other guys and we didn't have sex. I asked him why, and he said it was because he loved God. Did he love God more than he loved me, I asked, and he didn't hesitate for long before he said "Yes." But you know, I liked him that way. I liked that he didn't try to touch me or ask if he could see me naked like the other guys would say to their girlfriends. I loved that he loved God more