Vacation CH.9Vacation CH.93 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jennifer and I faced each other, glare and smirks on our faces.
"You're going down," I growled, my foot resting on the ball.
"We can't play without goal keepers," she said, standing straight and looking at me.
"Fair enough," I responded, looking at our small crowd.
"I'll take Martin," Jennifer voice, pointing to the hooded man. He nodded and jogged over to the goal.
"Felix, help a bro out," I called. Felix laughed as though I made a joke.
"You've never seen me play sports, have you? I'd say you're better off by yourself. I raised an eyebrow at him, and was about to speak when I heard a voice call behind me;
"I got you bro." I whipped around to see Gris and Chairle walking hand in hand toward us. My eye twitched as Gris kissed Chairle's cheek and jogged to my goal.
"Fine," I sighed, planning on taking my anger out on the ball. "Any rules?"
"Like you'd follow them if there were any," she muttered, assuring me that all I had to do was get the ball in the goal. I smirked as I kicked the ba
Memories--an A:TLE Fanfiction"The First Kiss"Memories--an A:TLE Fanfiction4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Milo awoke from his peaceful slumber, but did not open his eyes immediately. He enjoyed basking in the pleasantness of the queen's chamber for a few minutes before getting up to start the day. He had always been one to wake up a few minutes before his alarm clock went off, and his life in Atlantis had not changed this habit one bit. He knew that the queen's assistant, as the official title was called, would be by in less than ten minutes.
Before opening his eyes, Milo allowed his other senses to take in the rest of the room. He heard the gentle trickling of a fountain that ran along the walls of the chamber, just below the wide windows that let in the night air. Having a pretty moderate climate within their "air bubble" beneath the ocean floor, and with no sky to change the weather, life was pretty comfortable once you got used to it. The soft, silk sheets of the bed lay over his body, coveri
Alec + Magnus - What HappenedThis story contains boy love but only a minimal amount. So there... homophobes, be warned. d: Meh.Alec + Magnus - What Happened5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
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Alec heard Magnus sigh from across the room. "You're staring at me again." Alec's voice was soft but firm. Distant.
"I know." Was Magnus's only reply. Alec's eyes flicked up in surprise...he'd expected the High Warlock of Brooklyn to deny it but no. He just kept his glinting green eyes on those of the boy in the corner. Like a cat watching a mouse.
For a moment, Alec didn't know what to say. He felt bad for Magnus... the poor guy obviously liked him and it wasn't as if they couldn't be together either. Sure it was considered bad to be gay among their world and probably even worse for a Shadowhunter to be with a Warlock...but that wasn't really the problem.
The problem; Alec's heart was already spent on another person. Another person who didn't even know about the life-long crush. Jase Wayland the boy of his dreams was only a friend to him, only wanted to be his friend though
The European Parliament - Why Should I CareThe European Parliament - Why Should I Care2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
The European Parliament
Why should I care?
"Yes, why should I?" - that's what I was wondering about not so long ago. I simply did not care about the European Parliament or, to be more specific, the European Union. As an Austrian I just took being European for granted, being part of the union itself, for granted. I never thought about what that meant though, for me all this "political mumbo-jumbo" seemed so far away, almost unreachable.
It also seemed to me like all political issues the European Parliament was dealing with with more important issues than the "first-world problems" some Austrians might have.
When we started learning about it at school I still found it uninteresting, it did not help or change my opinion in the slightest.
For me, it was also normal to live in a democratic country and in a democratic union where you could just elect the people you thought would represent you best.
What did change things was when we visited Strasbourg last December. It was simply amazing for
Thoughts of a WitchI lie huddled in the corner of my dungeon cell. It is dark, it is cold; the air is moist and stinks. Pale light pours though a small barred window. I am alone. The straw on the floor stabs into my naked feet. The dirty sackcloth robe scratches at my bloody, abused and bruised skin. Everything hurts and throbs with numb pain. I know I will die soon.Thoughts of a Witch4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I have confessed under the torture. I knew that it would seal my fate, but I could not stand the pain any more. I shiver and tremble as the memories of the unspeakable things they had done to me come back: Their cold hands and fingers touching my body everywhere in search for the mark. As they did not find anything to prove my guilt, they had started to hurt me for a confession. They stab needles in my birthmarks, beat me with sticks and the whip. What followed was the torment on the rack, tearing and stretching my fragile body until I passed out from the pain. The chair with its sharp metal spikes, the screws that crushed my fingers and toe
Work Fast Sebastian X Reader OneshotWork Fast Sebastian X Reader Oneshot2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“This must be the place. It's so big, I hope I can learn quickly.” Nervous and a little scared, you knocked on the heavy wooden door of what was to be your new home. Taking a deep breath, you did your very best to appear confident and ready for whatever may lie ahead. The door opened slowly. A frail looking boy with bright blonde hair and piercing blue eyes stood in the now ajar doorway.
“Oh, it's you, come in.” The boy quickly ushered you inside and led you into a large kitchen. Another man, very tall, with midnight black hair was standing by the sink scrubbing the remains of last nights meal from the dishes. “She's here sir.”
“Thank you Finnian. You can leave her here with me.” Finnian, nodded and ran off to another part of the house. “Thank you for responding so quickly to my article. My name is Sebastian Michaelis. If there's anything you need from now on, you'll need to see me. ” After cleaning
The Art of Seduction - Levi x ReaderThe Art of Seduction - Levi x Reader11 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Going to Hanji for help was never a good idea, and never had this been more emphasised than at this very moment.
Levi was trying to seduce you.
Foolishly, he approached the only one he thought was wild enough to actually know anything about courting. And, to be quite honest, their interaction went exactly as expected – poorly. She kept talking nonsense about buying flowers and chocolates and every other clichéd move in the big book of clichéd moves. He also couldn’t help but notice that she’d completely dusted over the fact that he wanted to fuck you, not propose to you.
Levi had always had a thing for you; ever since you started working with him there was just something that caused him to eye you endlessly. You were just so alluringly attractive to him, and once he got an eyeful of you no one else seemed to cut it anymore.
Maybe it was your [H/C] hair? He always liked that colour on women. Maybe it was the perfect way it collided with the shade of your skin
DDRDDRDDR7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
What's the best game in the world, you might ask?
I can answer that easily.
Though getting in your possession is a task,
You get addicted to it quickly!
Gay is looks,
When you first see it.
But fun it really is,
Even when you watch and sit!
You can point and laugh,
when people mess up.
you can set it easy or tough,
by clicking the setup!
You dance around,
on a stupid mat.
even if your skinny or round,
you'll have to be as flexible as a cat!
So don't be lazy,
Get up and move.
you'll never regret playing,
Dance Dance Revolution!!!
Where were you, God?Okay God,Where were you, God?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want the truth
The truth the prove that your out there
Where were you when I was teased and mocked?
Where were you when I was beaten and almost died?
Where were you when I felt alone?
Where were you when I cried myself to sleep?
Where were you when I got my heart broken?
Where were you when I felt unloved?
Where were you when my "friends" turned there backs on me?
Where were you when I was about to jump of that bridge?
Where were you, God, when I needed you most?
My Dear Child,
I was there through it all
When you were teased and mocked,
I stood by your side
When you were beaten,
I protected you which is why your still alive
When you felt alone,
I opened my arms to you
When you cried yourself to sleep,
I wiped the tears away from your eyes
When you got your heart broken,
I came so I could heal the wound
When you felt unloved,
I poured out my love on you
When you were betrayed,
I promised that I would never leave you
Or forsake you and I meant it
When you were about to jump,
Empty GardensIt was a wine-petaled pansyEmpty Gardens3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that my mother pruned from the garden box;
it reminded me
that I had blossomed late and wilted.
At fourteen I created pansy petals of my own,
waking up with hot-fisted cramps
and the proof I was a woman.
I was not a rose, perennial,
as I went from blooming monthly
to not at all.
I would rather spend a day
curled up like the fetus I may never carry
than flat on my back wondering
why God allowed worse women than me
to bear children.
I Cry For HimI Cry For Him3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cry for him.
When he's too strong to.
When he can't anymore.
I'll cry for him.
I scream for him.
When he'll get hurt if he does.
When he refuses to.
I'll scream for him.
I love for him.
When he's scared to,
When he's too stubborn.
I'll love for him.
I'm afraid for him.
When he won't acknowledge it.
When he won't show it.
I'll be afraid for him.
I hurt for him,
When he tries to hide it,
When he tries to fix it himself.
I'll hurt for him.
I laugh for him.
When he doesn't understand,
When he doesn't realize he's happy.
I'll laugh for him.
I feel for him.
When he's too scared to,
When he doesn't want to.
I'll feel for him.
I will always cry for him.
Fit for Hyrule (Mulan Parody)Let’s get down to business!Fit for Hyrule (Mulan Parody)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hit the gym
My gosh Princess Zelda
You look like
You’re the saddest sight I’ve ever seen,
We’ll trim that fat before we’re through…
Make you fit
We’ll start with some sit-ups
Feel the burn
Once you lift those dumbbells,
You are sure
You’ve been lazy, plump, and out of breath
And your sword is dull like glue.
Make you fit
Zelda: I’m never gonna catch my breath.
Trainer: Don’t stop running on that treadmill!
Anita: C’mon Zelda, I know you can swing better than that!
Trainer: Is that all you’ve got? Where’s the sweat?!
Zelda: Link can’t you see I’m dying?
Link: Zelda, don’t give up! You know I’ve got your back!
You must build skills in the martial arts
Put all that
RomeoThe name's Romeo. Yeah, alright. Don't bother. Whatever you were about to say, I've already heard it: considering the fact that probably everyone in the world is force-fed Shakespeare at some point or other, it's not surprising that all the stupid puns that come my way aren't exactly original. I've had English teachers yell lines at me, thinking that, for some dumb reason, I've got the whole play memorised. Not likely. My parents didn't call me Romeo because they're Die Hard Bard fans. Dad lost a bet to a mate. Not exactly enchanting.Romeo4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was watching TV in the living room, minding my own business. All of a sudden the door slammed open, and there was Mum, glaring at me as though I'd left a week's worth of socks stuffed behind the radiator. I was about to remind her that I'd taken out the rubbish that morning, but before I could say anything, she strode over to the windows and wre
FlatlineFlatline4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Continual Bleep. The unfading sound of a fading life.
Transparent to the mind but concrete to the heart,
Measuring each breath of the translucent dream, where
The dreamer can never escape.
Tense Bleep. Counting the tears that flow there,
Standing beside the people who come and go.
Never to stay but always trapped, bedside left
Empty once again.
Sad Bleep. Withered petals grace the ground, murky
Water in the vase of withered grief. The pain too
Much for their fragile hearts; so save face and
Leave me behind.
A Bleep. Surrounding and encasing the bed grave.
The last place been, the last place seen, look upon
The slumbering face. No fear, only tubes of the
Artificial fading life.
Bleep. The last, the longest. Bleep of fear,
Of regret and self hate. Should have been there,
Seen more, and given more support. The dreamer's
Last beat of heart.
lost my voice.I wrote "I love you"lost my voice.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the sand at the beach.
The tide swallowed the words
and drowned them
before I could speak.
Two Hawkes: GriefTwo Hawkes: Grief3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Universe: Dragon Age 2
Characters: Kaja Hawke, Garrett Hawke, Anders
She welcomed the darkness as it enveloped her.
Whatever Anders had given her worked fast; she hardly had time to crawl under the covers before her eyelids started drooping. She was vaguely aware of hands tucking her in gently and felt a rush of gratitude for Anders' presence. It was comforting, a needed bulwark against the pain. She flinched at the remindershe didn't want to remember right now. She let go of the last hold on consciousness, expecting to fall into deep, blessedly dreamless sleep.
She found herself moving through a thick fog that eddied around her, swirls almost forming recognizable shapes before dissolving into nothing. It seemed to glow faintly with an inner light that illuminated a few feet around her but no more. She couldn't even see the ground she was walking on, if indeed it was ground. It felt like hard-packed earth
I'm coming out: I'm straightMom? Mum? Can I talk to you?I'm coming out: I'm straight7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My voice quivered. Both of them looked up at me. Moms head was in Mums lap. Mum was slowly stroking her forehead, leaning down to kiss her forehead while still staring at me intently. A satanic bible was placed in Mums lap, the thin, withered pages torn in a few places from continued reading. You know you can talk to us about anything, Mom said, smiling, sitting up a bit straighter. She leaned over to kiss Mum, who kissed her back. I took a seat on the couch and pulled my knees up to my chin, staring down at my cuticles. Even for a guy, they were pretty nasty.
I took a deep breath. Guys? I dont really know how to say this but, I think Im heterosexual.
The room went silent. Mum looked up from our satanic bible and pursed her lips. For a second, I thought she was going to reach out and slap me. In a tight voice, she said, You know how we feel about heterosexuals. We raised you to be
Fire and Ice HETALIA ROMANIAFire and Ice HETALIA ROMANIA3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Fire and Ice
I think it's pretty obvious, I'm a vampire Like the typical Vamp guy story, I was turned by the girl I loved. Well, kinda You see, Back when I was still human, I had caught her cheating on me. I knew she was fascinated by paranormal beings, like weres, Vamps, all that I didn't think she'd... date one A vampire I mean. I never knew the guy. But when I found them and burst in He lunged at me, particularly, my neck. He began to feed, and she begged him to at least turn me, "whatever! Don't let him die!" At first I hoped it was because she still had feelings for me. But she left me cold when she finally told him the truth that it would have been suspicious to have my corpse like that So They both decided to get rid of me once and for all. Well, they did love each other, and I stood in his way Together on a full moon night they lit a lighter, and had me step into a circle of gasoline and other things that easily
Frail EdenFrail Eden9 years ago in Drama More Like This
The storm broke, and thunder rolled across the rough landscape. It mottled the earth, the tree tops, the sheer sharp mountain faces that tore holes in the sky for the moon to glimpse through and illuminate, momentarily, each little scene of the night below. The birds that cowered in tunnelled cliffs. Frenzied fishes in rain-chopped pools. The skulking beasts in their leafy nests, and, away from these, ropes and canvas strained against the wind, preserving the warm lamplight inside.
Cloth and chloriphorm sat on the ground beside the girl, her head in the old man's lap, as he caressed her head and brushed away her tears.
"I can't marry him, daddy. Not without lying to him."
She remembered the first occasion on which he'd found her in that state. Crumpled and moaning upon the wooden floorboards, twisting her damp vest with her fingers and clutching her stomach. She remembered the way his face looked when he darted to her side, eyes so wide, his mouth pulled down with dismay and question.
Before you kill yourself...Before you kill yourself,Before you kill yourself...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Remember just one little thing.
There are places to go,
Where you have never been before.
How can you be sure those places are bad?
There are things to see,
Things you have never seen before.
How can you be sure those things are ugly?
There is a new tune to hear,
Something you've never heard before.
How can you be sure that tune is scary?
There are words to be said,
Things that have never been said before.
How can you be sure those words are hurtful?
There are dreams to be imagined,
Things you have never dreamed before.
How can you be sure that they are nightmares?
Darling, please don't give up.
Please stay strong.
Don't let go.