Life after LifeFrom where I am today, to where I was has changed dramatically, the places I've been, people I've met, and the experiences I have dealt with; even thinking about it can send my mind into a thousand thoughts. If you're thinking, "Has she won the lottery?" then you are wrong. Maybe, " Traveled the world?" or "Been to Jail?"Then you are also incorrect. Winning the lottery would be a dream, but considering what I have today I couldn't trade that for money, for travelling, anything. Before, I was a pregnant teenager confused and scared over the events that were about to happen, although I wasn't alone. I was devoted to a boyfriend with a lost soul who began to find his feet on the ground before it was too late. He was able to live the life he dreamed before it was ended and I had become a homeless wreck. Desperate for money, a roof over my head. Now, I am a proud woman, holding my head high to society because I can. I am a mother to three beautiful irreplaceable children and a su
Put it on: 1Chapter 1Put it on: 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
“Put on the suit..” Steve said for the 4th time as if it was going to make me want to, but in truth hearing him say it so many times was starting to seriously piss me off even if I kept a calm front. I opened his mouth as to lay out a reply when my words were interrupted, cut off, by a crash and a rumbling that shook the whole ship causing me and Steve to stumble, we would have fallen to our knees if we were not forced to hold on to each other. Captain America and I looked at each other, not even for a second before he repeated, “Put on the suit.” with more urgency this time that it left me no room for argument.
We both rushed down the hall and when I felt myself stumble he made a point a point to catch me. I noticed that sometimes his hold lasted slightly longer then necessary, but I found no reason, nor time, to think odd of it, though I may come to question those lingering touches later
This man.. what is it about him? Maybe it’s
PrussiaXreader: I should've known youMy second PrussiaXreader hope you enjoy~PrussiaXreader: I should've known you2 years ago in Drama More Like This
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I walked back home,depressed unlike before. “Why this news affect me this much? Who is she to me?” I thought as I grabbed my house keys in my pocket.
===================== (Flashback: 1st year highschool) ========================
“kesesesese~ Who’ll going to be my new friends this year?” I thought to myself as I ran through the hallway of my new school. They say that highschool is fun because you’ll learn and discover new things, make new friends or even a group of friends. After all I don’t have any problem in my social life unlike my strict, neat-freak brother. As I ran, I bumped into someone. I should’ve been looking to where I’m going. As I saw who I bumped into, I saw a little girl. “Wait what’s an elementary student doing here?” I thought as I offer a hand to the girl to help her up. “ Th-
I like you...Kagome sighed and sniffed softly. Inuyasha had once again run off to be with his undead lover. Though Kagome did not exactly love him anymore, she was still hurt by the fact he would leave his 'friends' unprotected to be with some undead girl.I like you...2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Stupid, Inuyasha!" Kagome cursed him, plopping down on the edge of a cliff, dropping her quiver and bow as well. "Why can't he just...! Ugh!" she punched the ground angrily, wincing as she scraped her knuckles on the rocky surface.
Kagome gently blew on her hand trying to ease the slight tingle of pain there and sighed. She allowed herself to fall backwards on the hard ground.
"Why can't he see she's betraying him with Naraku..?" she whispered sadly to herself.
"Because he is a fool."
Kagome screamed and jumped to her feet, grabbing her bow and an arrow while she was at it. But, knowing her luck, she tripped as well and gasped as her eyes slid closed in fear; she was waiting for the pain from falling off a cliff. Instead a hand wrapped around he
In My Dream (Japan x Reader):In My Dream (Japan x Reader):In My Dream (Japan x Reader):2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Hey guys, my comeback!!! ;A; Finally!!! *claps* Yeah, this is like the continuation of 'Eventually, you will say Oops!', my Japan x Reader fanfic. This is after the break-up, and again this is based on Super Junior KRY + Sungmin and Donghae's song In My Dream. Though I made an English cover with the girl's POV.
Thanks guys for subbing and all ;3;
Sorry for any typos/error. Thanks again and comment-
COMMENTS, OH HOW I LOVE COMMENTS!
GIMME SOME LOVE!
If you read this (stupidly) long message of mine, then here's a lollipop!
Sorry if my lyrics are like wrong grammar.... Hehehehehe, I tried at least.
Hushed whispers echoed in my head
I'm very sorry was what it said
Hands I have missed, hands I have known
Slowly grasped and held my own
"K-Kiku?!" You gasped as Kiku slowly walked towards you, and flashed a smile. Yes, flashed a smile. You have been suffering for three months, after the official break-up. "W-what are you doing here?" You aske
Dearest LoveDearest LoveDearest Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm happy right now, I'm smiling and I'm not sure why
well that's not true, I know the reason
It's you, you have brought such joy into my life.
Until now the waiting seemed hard, in fact it had begun to hurt
three simple words entering my mind and sometimes passing my lips
'I miss you' and it's true, I do
But never have I considered giving up, to stop waiting. Let me tell you why
Because I love you, you came into my life and brought such emotion into my life
Feelings I wasn't even sure I could have
Now whenever I think about you, I am happy and no longer sad
So don't worry I can wait, for as long as it takes
Because it's you, the woman, the only one I would or could do this for
I will wait for however long it takes because you are worth it
I love you so much, thank you for coming into my life
Love now and forever
Avengers-Say Wha: Ch. 1 Sum: When Steve Rogers plane went down Peggy didn't know she was pregnant. 2012 Steve finds out he had a son-what will this do to Tony and his relationship?Avengers-Say Wha: Ch. 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Title: Say wha?
Warnings: Stony fans (AKA: Tony/Steve) read with caution.
The morning sun rose and with it more then half the Avengers, one still in bed, as normal Stark was always a late in sleeper; but it wasn't like anyone really cared as long as he was sleeping.
It had been a year since the Avengers moved in, and all were grateful for the company they had found in each other. Everyone had less nightmares, less restlessness in the day, and a feeling of peace.
Missions happened still. They were called more often then any of them would like to admit, but none of them
The Chase: Chapter 1The Chase: Chapter 12 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Nightmares and Reality
“You learned to run from what you feel, and that's why you have nightmares. To deny is to invite madness. To accept is to control.” ~Megan Chance, The Spiritualist
He was running again. Blurs of brown and orange fly past, as uneven footfalls desperately try to maneuver their way over fallen wood and roots. His breath comes out in fierce puffs, painfully scrapping its way through his exhausted lungs; his veins were now harboring pure adrenaline.
He could hear the pounding of his own frantic heartbeat banging around in his skull, uneven and flustered. How long had it been? A few minutes? Hours? Days? He couldn't tell; all that he knew was that if he stopped, he would cease to be. Behind he could hear the guttural sounds of the beast, the monster that plagued his very existence, his very being.
He was closer now, than he was only a few moments ago. Where had this new burst of energy come from? He continu
How Did That Happen?by LJHow Did That Happen?1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
We waited awake for our toys to come to life. There was a big moon over the Little Forest, the split tree where our toys played when they woke up. A big moon meant they'd be more likely to play in the tree. Our toys played there on bright nights.
They swung on branches and tumbled down and laughed. They even danced.
My sister and me had both seen them play there before. We'd wake up at the same time. We'd quietly pull up the blackout curtains our Mom and Dad put over our windows. Just like magic, there'd be our toys, every one of them, playing in the Little Forest. It was a wonderful sight and I was so glad my sister always saw them, too!
"Look, it's so bright! It's pure magic tonight," my sister said.
"I can feel it," I said. "It's like light in my head - it's like the moonlight."
And then we were silent, knowing that if we showed too much of us, our toys might put themselves away. I always looked at the toy box when we saw to
You Came BackIt wasn’t often that Dean Winchester, renowned demon slayer, was caught off guard – all of his life, he had been brought up to expect the unexpected, face evils which had never before been crossed. He had carried out supernatural rituals, battled thousands of demons and killed countless foes - he’d even been to Hell and back, and yet he’d never once let his guard down. Not until now.You Came Back2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was October 2nd, and though he had tried to forget it, Dean could not rid his mind of the terrible memories which haunted this day. It had been exactly a year since they had lost Castiel, and not a single moment had gone by where they did not miss the guardian angel who they had come to see as one of their own. Dean had been hit particularly hard by Castiel’s death, it seemed, and on this night, had resorted to the intoxicating taste of cheap alcohol to numb his mind, and help him forget. But that was not the only thing it made him forget... staggering along the dimly-
ShatteredI Walk The Lonely Streets Everyday,Shattered2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Trying To Understand,
What Has Happened As Of Late.
In The Past Few Weeks,
I've Had My Heart Stained,
On Day One,
Of Week One,
I Had Set My Eyes On A Path.
A Path To Make You Happy,
A Path In Which,
He Had Never,
And Would Never,
Take You On.
And By Doing Everything In My Power,
I Rescued Your heart,
Slashed His In Two,
And Stained Mine,
From The Actions I Thought,
I Would Never Ccommit.
And Still To This Day,
I've Been Walking In The Rain,
Cleansing My Heart.
And Like He Should Have,
I Treated You With Respect,
And Above All Else,
I Shared With You My Treasures,
And You Soon Became One Of Mine.
You Shined While Wearing But A Few,
And It Made Me Feel,
Like The Luckiest Man In The World.
No, The Universe.
And When I Reflect Back On Those Moments,
Walking Past All The Stores We Shopped At,
I Would Snicker, Chuckle,
I'd Think Of Last Night...
You Threw All
1. AwakeI have been awake for eleven months. I haven't slept since he went away.1. Awake3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I rest, certainly - I just don't truly sleep. Sometimes, when I lie in bed at night, thinking of him, I imagine that I have gone to sleep and am dreaming. But then I look at the clock, and realize that no more than a few minutes have passed. I could only ever sleep when he held me, and I fear that I will never sleep again.
The trouble started when we went to war. I had been the ideal soldier, before all that started. I was built, smart, religious to a fault, and head-over-heels in love with my country. Perhaps most fortunate of all, though, I could sleep. I'm still strong, and I don't believe that the war made me any stupider; but I have lost faith in my country. I have lost faith in God. I have lost the ability to sleep.
I lost a lot of other things during those years as a Green Beret. Namely, my virginity. And my family. I lost an eye, although I can't say that I ever needed more than one. But more painful than
Desire & DenialAnger has found its way into me again.Desire & Denial2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The thoughts twist in a mess of rage, agony, and sorrow.
Images blur in my mind and get mixed with a reality that doesn't exist.
The thoughts move with the music I listen to.
I was just listening to them but, they skip back and forth on one specific section;
a broken record.
My hands shake with anxiety as my hunger for a taste that I can't give increases when the moon shines upon my insanity.
The pain in my chest appears when hearing your voice, but is killed by the spike of reality pierces through.
All sound goes into a sound that doesn't reach my ears.
Hot tears feel like molten metal as they inch their way to the earth.
I pray that it will end sooner tonight, but I know its wont go away.
It only leaves and hides behind a fake smile or an innocent laugh.
I pray these feelings find salvation.
To find a home, to find warmth,
I don't want to feel this misery anymore.
StagesGrief is not something you can just "deal with." It hitches in your throat. Spreads its cold fingers over your skin and doesn't let go. Takes a hold of you that's so strong, you shake and tremble but can't get free. Tears are no comfort. All they do is leave you exhausted. All you can do, in the end, is moan and scream until your voice is gone and your heart is cold. Dead in all but reality.Stages2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
That's stage 1.
Grief has a way of chilling you so much that you get too numb to feel anything. You become a zombie, going through your life as if it's all just a routine: meaningless. The only reason you do it is so that, at the end of the day, you can shut yourself off and scream. And no one will care because you have no obligations. You shun everyone close to you because every kind word and every troubled look is either pity or arrogance. You don't need their help. And they're arrogant if they think they can understand. Or help.
That's stage 2.
Grief festers. It rots you from the
Surprises, Surprises Part 1 TonyXLokiSurprises, Surprises Part 1 TonyXLoki3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Jarvis, check the comp stats on the Mark 9, I have some ideas I want to fool around with before the party."
"Very well sir, shall I set up the- sir? I'm receiving a transmission message from Mr. Nick Fury, shall I put him through?"
Tony sighed turning away from his scientific holo-screen, " Why not, not like I have a option when he call anyways.."
" Stark, we have a problem."
" Does S.H.I.E.L.D. ever not have any problems? And who gave you my number?"
"It's Asgard related, thought you might want to take a look at it before I talked to Dr. Banner..."
" Oh him? He's always interested in jobs and assignments, he's especially helpful as long as he doesn't get too frustrated."
Tony had just finished his home/office repairs and was reopening Stark Tower with a bang. Since it was party at his tower it was public, and it was expected that Thor attend, along with the rest of the Avengers.
It would be the first time since they all gathered together since
Second Street El stands under muted chrome lights, legs splayed apart and left hip cocked out like the jagged end of a lipstick smear. The soft undercurrent of voices drifts from the club crowd up to the stage, quiet murmured conversations below the chink of glasses and clicks of the mike stand slotting into place. If she listens close enough she can almost hear the bare echoes of a young man's laugh, a woman's soft tinkling sigh, the swell of a family's conversation.Second Street3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"All ready," the man before her grunts around the toothpick hanging out the corner of his sun-cracked mouth. El reaches a hand over to tug at the length of color-faded silk knotted around her left wrist, stepping forward to take the place he vacates. The same hand rises to wrap around the cold silver shaft, glossed lips parting as she ghosts them towards the microphone.
The crowd has dropped in volume, calm falling over the haphazardly arranged three-legged stools and half-rickety tables. It's a quiet she's felt
ScribeNothing was, for nothing was written. Beings came and went, yet lived not, and nothing was anything, for names could not stick to the fabric of history. At first, all who existed were content with the transient nature of their lives, but soon there came a time when the desire to remain, to endure, burned bright within the hearts of all creatures. While they lived their temporary lives and searched for a way to weave them permanently into the tapestry of the world, the gods and goddesses responsible for that world watched them closely. Closely, that is, unless necessity turned their focus to each other.Scribe3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You are certain of this?" Ra clicked his beak in agitation, and he gripped the arms of his throne to keep from raking his fingers through his plumage. He fixed his golden eyes on the dark muzzle of his messenger.
"I am," came the curt reply of Anubis. His voice never wavered, but the way his ears lay flat against his narrow skull betrayed his unease. Ra made note of it with
Not A WeaknessIt had been a week since Peter Parker had been found on the doorstep of the S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters, bundled up in a blanket and sleeping soundly. He must have been left there sometime during the night, but why, or by whom, was quite unknown - only a small note, tucked up within the baby’s tiny first, offered any kind of explanation to his abandonment. ‘Peter Parker. This boy is special – please look after him’ was all that it read. Immediately after he was determined not to be a threat, the baby boy had been taken in, and on Director Fury’s orders, had be placed under the care of the S.H.I.E.L.D agents who were to raise him as one of their own…Not A Weakness2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“I’ve had enough!”
The door to the nursery slammed open, the impact nearly tearing the wood from its hinges as it struck back against the wall. Clint Barton caught it just as it began to swing back, holding it open just long enough for a red-haired woman to storm out, before closi
The Fallen Star: Chapter 1ONEThe Fallen Star: Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The faint glow of the moon and of the stars shone over the Woodlands of Liaport. Shadows crept between the huddling trees that rose and fell with the rugged land; small clifftops, rising crests and sunken valleys were remnants of the Valkar Mountains many leagues to the north.
Darkness shrouded the damp, soil floor, giving the shrieks and howls of lurking creatures full reign over the otherwise silent night. The never-ending fight for survival battled on through the woodland groves and raging rapids of the River Owk. Liaport was ancient. And so were the animals that lived there.
The already freezing wind sent a sudden chill through the wood. Unseen hands ravaged treetops and snatched away the withering leaves of the toughest of trees. The Triali season, the coldest season of the year, was quickly approaching and it wouldn’t be long before the forest was buried beneath a deep layer of ice and snow.
One tree, however, blossomed in the depths of the woodlands and was thri
Assassin's Creed: Reminiscence [Chapter 1]CHAPTER ONE: First EncounterAssassin's Creed: Reminiscence [Chapter 1]3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Joan was lost. She knew she shouldn't have taken a short-cut. But she had and now she was trapped in the middle of some unnamed desert, looking ridiculously travel-worn and worried. She had written to the Master a week ago and he had written back to her giving her directions to where she should meet him. But the directions were so twisted and wounded that she couldn't have remembered them by heart so she had written them down. But there were so many cuts and corners she could skip or so she thought. And skip those cuts and corners she did, and this is where she had ended up.
Lost. Worried. Hungry. Tired. And, most of all, dreading the unknown.
She also felt very lonely. The only company she had, after all, was her donkey who carried all her necessary belongings. She wasn't used to travelling to new destinations alone. She usually went with her mother or her father or her siblings. But this was different. She wasn't with them anymore and she di
The NightingaleThe stench in the crowded bar was unbearable, a mix between liquor, sweat and cheap cigarettes yet that didn't stop her from walking inside, as a whiff of something else filled her nose. A strong dazzling scent, that almost made her lose her usual sternness and run after it like a mad beast.The Nightingale2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She walked inside, stirring a few whistles and lustful stares between the men, and even some women, but all of them didn't interest her as she advanced steadily towards a man at the end of the bar. He was less than average if she had to categorize him, a little bit on the chubby side and he was already through his fifth bottle of beer for the night.
She sat down a couple tables away, giving him another good glance. He was short, probably in his late thirties, dressed in a pair of worn out brown pants, a matching brown jacket and a white shirt that had some stains. A look of disgust filled her face at that, but she shook it off and grumbled to herself lightly.
"My nose will be the death of me
SasuSaku Week - JealousyIt was a nice, relaxing day in Konoha, if you didn't mind the heat, Konoha's summer seemed to be a torture for all the people, ninja or villager. Naruto dragged Sasuke to Tsunade to complain about the fact that they couldn't rest because they were on duty, waiting for a mission. Naruto stormed through the door and woke up a drunk Hokage.SasuSaku Week - Jealousy2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Naruto you baka! You have to knock! You can't just storm into my office!" screamed an angry Tsunade.
"Chill Baa-chan, you can continue sleeping when you allow us to rest, we want to be able to cool off, just waiting for a mission is boring." explained the yellow-haired annoyance. Tsunade sighed.
"And you swear that you will go away and won't disturb me again?" came Tsunade's question, she sounded like she didn't believe that Naruto wouldn't burst into her office like that again.
"Believe it! Come on Sasuke-teme, we gotta rescue Sakura-chan!" and with that, the door closed again and Tsunade's head dropped on her desk.
My Own Worst EnemyMy Own Worst EnemyMy Own Worst Enemy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I ‘m not afraid of any man or woman, what can you do to me?
Hurt me? Bully me? Bruise me? Break me?
You’ve already done that, and it hasn’t stopped me
I’m not afraid of any of you, because you are not like him
You think you are bad? You think you can hurt me?
You are nothing, nothing compared to him
My own worst enemy.
You think you know me? He knows me better
You’ve had only minutes, hours, days, weeks
He has had all my life to know everything
Everything I feel afraid of, ashamed of, hurt by
And use it to make my waking moments akin to hell
You are nothing, compared to him
My own worst enemy
Every mistake, every failure and every heart-break
It brings a smile to his face, my pain is his pleasure
He exists only to drive the final nail in my coffin
And worst of all he is patient, he will wait all my life
When you start to get too rough I can escape, you can never catch me
But he knows all my getaway tunnels and is waiting at the en
Thinking of You Part 1Thinking of You Part 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A cool summer day, brisk July evening. Everyone was giddy and excited for the upcoming Fourth of July Firework show. Even with the war still raging on, most of the men gone and the women hard at work, there were a few that were still there helping out best at home. But months ago before summer had even begun, there was a boy named Steven, a what used to be lanky, small blonde who had changed over the course of rigorous training and some experimental drugs that were runned by the highest of the high. At the time it was the dawn of a era known as Tony Stark's time to shin, though Steve and the infamous Stark had little to no contact, he did see him working along side Abraham Erskine, the German doctor who had worked somewhat with the previous Stark before his untimely death. Steve met that man only once, and had liked him but sad as it was he had been taken from the world too soon so his son stepped in. A sophisticated looking man from the clothing he wore, but from his manners- or there