On my way homeBy Romy LaraOn my way home3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I exit the studio, sighing at the sight of the sun quietly hiding behind the trees and buildings. Turn to the right and keep walking. Cars are passing by, people in black suits get out from the nearest buildings; none of them care about their surroundings. I lift up my head and notice in big steel-letters the name of the company that owns that peculiar orange building in the corner of the street. It's the first time I see it. The sky is painted blue with some dabs of gray, just as if somehow the color of the concrete street had been absorbed by the clouds.
Behind me there's a couple discussing something about a house. She doesn't sound happy. And he's just getting mad. She shouts and speeds up, him trying to catch up with her, but it's futile. She is a very good runner despite her heels. The man glances at me. I toy with the white cable of my earphones and pretend I didn't hear anything. I pass him. He just stands there. I wonder what would he do now. But I have no time to
Una lista muy peculiar"Debido a los diferentes conflictos que hay cada vez que Francisco se presenta en alguna reunión con sus hermanos latinos quizo no ser golpeado y decidio hacer una lista de "Cosas que Panchito no debería hacer cuando esta con los hermanos latinos" "Una lista muy peculiar3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
1. No debo mencionar nunca a Chiapas mientras Guatemala esta cerca, Jamas
2. No debo mencionar cuan adorable se ve Chiapas con su uniforme de cadete mientras Guatemala esta cerca, Jamas
3. en ninguna circunstancia debo molestar a Guatemala con Chiapas ( aunque el pequeño se divierta de maravilla) Jamas.
4.Hablar bien de Alfred mientras estoy con Rafa es una mala idea
5. En especial si estamos en la cocina
6. no debo entrar al cuatro secreto de Manuel y después decirle a Diego lo que vi ahí
7. No debo preguntar "Quien?" cuando hablo de Panamá o era Ecuador?
8. no debo decir "Valentina-sama" frente a Rafa, NUNCA
9. Afirmar que amo mas el chile que a Rafa
LH Porque es lo mejor c1Latin Hetalia: "Porque es lo mejor"LH Porque es lo mejor c14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Capítulo 1: El principio del fin
-¡Esto es inaceptable, José Manuel, no podemos permitirlo!
-¡¿Cómo se te pudo pasar por la cabeza, siquiera, semejante locura?!
-No es algo propio de una nación como la nuestra y de todas las cosas estúpidas que has hecho ¡Esta es la peor!
-¿Te imaginas el escándalo que esto crearía si cae en manos equivocadas? ¡¿Lo pensaste alguna vez tan sólo?!
No. Esa era la única respuesta que podía darles en el estado en el que me encontraba al ver aquella fotografía entre sus manos, mientras el Jefe y su secretaria me miraban sin saber bien cómo tratar con ello. Y de hecho, siquiera yo sabía bien cómo reaccionar.
Me había imaginado a veces cómo sería si ellos descubrieran algo así, si descubrieran lo que sucedía entre los demás países y yo (o algunos de ellos) pero...nunca creí que lleg
Taken (08)Taken (08)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kira me permitía salir al pórtico un par de minutos de vez en cuando. Había pasado una semana desde que me llevó a ese lugar. Las horas parecían semanas y los días años, en los que Kira no paraba de mirar el cielo, bastante paranoico.
Respire hondo y caminé al pórtico, un estúpido e ingenuo sentimiento sacudía cada parte de mi alborotado cerebro, lo que me obligó a abrir la boca, cuando no tenia "derecho" de hacerlo.
-¿Dónde estamos?- pregunté con cierto miedo. Un momento de silencio. Sabía que jamás me respondería, así que vi media vuelta dispuesta a alejarme, hasta que escuché su voz retumbar en mis oídos.
-A salvo- Me volví para mirar como sus alas se extendían desde su espalda.
-¿No pueden olerme?-
-No desde aquí- aleteó varias veces sobre el suelo antes de volar con toda elegancia posible a las enor
CountryxReader Summer Camp (Series) INTROA long, displeased sigh escaped your lips as you took a seat in one of the empty wooden chairs. It was the beginning of your two weeks at Camp Hetalia. You never liked going to summer camp, it always made you so insecure and unpleasant about yourself. All the skinny and bubbly teenage girls flaunting themselves around in their short-shorts and tank tops, the teenage boys showing their muscled chest and being a perv to everyone girl they meet.CountryxReader Summer Camp (Series) INTRO2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was hell.
You tried to think happy thoughts, it was only two weeks, right? It'll be over in no time.
Your thoughts were certainly interrupted by the head counselor, Alfred.
"Welcome back dudes and dudettes to another Summer of Camp Hetalia!" His statement was followed by cheers of the girls and the boys. You just gave a roll of your (e/c) eyes. Idiots.
"I know you're familiar with the rules, so I'm sure I don't have to go over them, yeah? Good. Alright now, let's get into our groups, shall we?" Counselor Alfred said and pulled out
The Particular Sadness of Pomegranate Seeds IThe Particular Sadness of Pomegranate Seeds I3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She raised her palms to the sky, fingers spread, and sunk her toes into the earth. Heat-filled particles of light warmed her face and the moist cool matter softened her toes. This was life and she relished in its glory.
Nature was her mother and the ruler of the cosmos was her father. She imagined herself as a tree, her feet diving down into the rich folds of the earth, planting their roots, while her fingers extended to the heavens forming into a million branches. Leaves and flowers exploded from her branches as they begged for the gift of light from the sun.
She walked in beauty. From where she stood, a gathering of red poppies reached to her gently brushing against her calf, begging to feel her touch. She leaned forward caressing the petals with the tips of her fingers and the flowers gently kissed her face in return. She laughed. She had always imagined that poppies would make for extremely faithful friends, providing every comfort and need in times of despair, but they would alway
EnglandxReader- Slightly More Crazy- Chapter 11EnglandxReader- Slightly More Crazy- Chapter 112 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After a chaotic sleep and a chaotic morning, everyone was on the road again, piled into various cars. You were with Toni, Mali and Lovi this time around, and you made sure they didn’t stop for naps by bickering with Lovi the whole way there.
“Will you shut up?!” Mali complained from the front seat.
You and Lovi temporarily stopped jabbing each other literally and figuratively, exchanging a look.
It continued for the next hour, with Toni and Mali singing in Spanish along with the radio to try and drown out the increasingly loud, friendly cursing that was taking place behind them.
“We’re gonna be last,” You mumbled to Lovi after you took a break.
“No shit,” He grumbled. “Toni’s so slow, a stupid turtle could get to Potato-land from Italy faster than he does.”
“Yeah, Mali’s always late for everything to,” You replied with a huff. Apparently it took longer than you thought to get there, be
(England x Reader) Sweet Love Chain (Part 2 of 2)DISCLAIMER I don't own you or Hetalia!(England x Reader) Sweet Love Chain (Part 2 of 2)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Soon enough it was around ten o'clock, and I had found myself bored to death. I wasn't even in the mood to watch any more TV… I didn't really want to from the start. My mind was completely set on the whole 'hand-cuffed-with-my-crush' thing. I sighed out loudly.
"(name), sorry about that… Would you like to take a walk?"
"Wha- but… that's just embarrassing!"
"It'll be fine, just trust me, won't you?"
I let my eyes wander off to the blank walls of the room, but from the corner of my eye, I can see Arthur putting on a serious face. Surprised, I gaze into Arthur's eyes, and he remains still and silent. His eyes were green. Green like a tropical forest in utopia. Or maybe the green from a familiar fairytale I heard long ago about the Wizard of Oz… Either way, his eyes just mesmerize me, and as soon as his eyes lock onto yours, you can't simply look away.
"I suppose… Yeah, why not?"
Of Redroms, Blackroms, and Sloppy MakeoutsThis fanfic is a Dave x readerOf Redroms, Blackroms, and Sloppy Makeouts2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I'm sorry I didn't write it in the title, I ran out of space. :]
[__]: 2HANKS, COMING OVER NOW.
GC: SM3LL YOU IN A F3W
gallowsCalibrator [GC] ceased trolling (trollHandle) [__]
"Karkat, we're going to Terezi's hive," (y/n) announced once she changed back into her normal clothes. Karkat grumbled.
"What. Why," he turned around so he could glare properly. The other troll rolled her eyes before leaning against the wall, her (eye color) orbs staring into the other's crimson black.
"We're going to go see can town. If you don't go, they're probably going to continue having sloppy makeouts. Do you want that?" She reasoned, before thinking about the consequences. 'Maybe I shouldn't have said that," she thought afterwards.
"WHAT. YOU DID NOT FUCKING TELL ME THIS. THIS IS FUCKING OUTRAGEOUS, WE ARE SO GOING THERE RIGHT NOW, BECAUSE I HAVE SOME DOUCHEBAGS TO BEAT TO PULP," Karkat yelled, scowling as he stood and stalked out the door. (y/n) groaned.
Prussia x Reader: Chasing the Sun 11: So, Should We Celebrate?</i>Prussia x Reader: Chasing the Sun 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The day after tomorrow signaled the start of another school year for you. And honestly? You weren't all that excited, mostly because the majority of the people infesting your campus are bimbos, sly backstabbers, cocky jerks, or all three put together. Well, they weren't that bad, but for someone like you who tends to be a wallflower; everyday mingling with them is not just a walk in the park. But there are a few people you call your friends, and some others that you think are of sound mind.
You groaned. You were still cooped up in bed, with little to no plans of getting up. It was one of those things you cherished as summer is inevitably approaching to an end. But to your dismay, your favorite song started to play and your phone was vibrating like crazy. With difficulty, you cracked open an eye to look in the caller id to see who was calling you in the wee hours of daylight and found that it was your best friend, Arthur.
"Bloody git." Yo
Sucked into a game: Minecraft Hetalia X Reader 3Hetalia x ReaderSucked into a game: Minecraft Hetalia X Reader 32 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You walk around dodgeing arrows, running from creepers, getting bit by spiders....And much, much,more untill finally it became morning. "finally Now I-" you realize you strayed even further from where you needed to be. You really wanted to look for a way back but you decided to go ahead and get some more supplies. "man, I feel so alone right now..." you sighed while getting wood. You could of swore you saw someone behind that tree but you shrug it off and gather the apples that fell for the tree. You decide to find a snow biome mostly because you find it easy to get food there. "ill look around tomarrow for them..." you know you have a horrid sence of direction but you dought youll find them again...
((Ludwigs point of view))
"Italy! Calm down we'll find her!" I yell at the overly terrified Italian.
"What if we dont?!?" he responds then starts blabbering on and on about it. Kiku somehow calms him down and Gilbert is outside looking for her with Romano
2P!EnglandxReader Friendly Neighborhood Murderer 22P!EnglandxReader Friendly Neighborhood Murderer 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You were shoved into a house. For a murderer’s house, it was remarkably neat, and well-furnished. You didn’t know what to expect. A blood-spattered kitchen? Bodies scattered about the foyer? Then again, you decided that would be rather suspicious for someone who lived on such an open street as this guy seemed to.
Your eyes fell upon a newspaper, and you picked it up gingerly, looking up to see if the man would get her to drop it. He was busy hanging up his coat, and wiping his hands free of blood.
You scanned the headline, looking for the date. Berlitz snuffled around, not going more than a few feet away from you. Suddenly, you found it:
September 8, 1888.
You stared at it in disbelief, (e/c) eyes widening in total shock.
“What’s the matter, poppet?” You felt the man’s hot breath on the back of your neck, and you shivered, an action that made him chuckle. “Relax, I haven’t decided to kill you yet.”
“That’s just what some
Bad Touch Trio X Reader Chapter Eleven*Cheep, cheep, CHEEP!*Bad Touch Trio X Reader Chapter Eleven2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
What the heck? Was that Gilbird?...
Agonisingly you managed to open your sleep-glued eyes, and attempted to feebly lift your head. A dull throbbing pain crept through your head, but it wasn't half as bad as you had feared.
You tried to ignore the canary's outburst and roll onto your side, but were instantly barred by something soft and warm. You pushed against it, confused, then realised with a jolt what, or rather, WHO, the second body in bed was.
Toni lay face down, hair tousled in messy curls about his angelic face. A small smile tugged at his lips, giving an expression that looked handsome yet cute at the same time, even in sleep.
Toni? What was he doing here?
THEN you remembered with horror the acts of last night. You double checked under the duvet with a sinking feeling which confirmed you were both naked. Your heart sank with overwhelming guilt and betrayal . What now!?
Your semi-conscious brain grappled with various schemes to get Toni out of t
HTMR-Las cosas no son lo que parecen"Las cosas no son lo que parecen." "Las apariencias engañan."HTMR-Las cosas no son lo que parecen3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Son dos frases que escucho muy a menudo y que uso para identificarme completamente.
¿Quién soy? ¿Quién es mi verdadero yo?. He sufrido mucho a lo largo de toda mi vida, me duele recordar cada momento espantoso que he pasado de mi trágica existencia. Ser siempre la presa de las aves de rapiña que solo buscan sacarte lo que más pueden no es fácil de soportar.
La máscara que he llevado por mucho tiempo la traigo desde que quise engañarme, separarme de la realidad y dar esa sonrisa hipócrita que he llevado por siglos...
Me describen como risueño, atolondrado, divertido, el típico payaso del grupo. Más de una vez he pensado que lo soy. Aquellos personajes ocultan su verdadero yo con maquillaje, yo lo hago con una sonrisa y un comportamiento juguetón, mientras que por dentro lloro y no quisiera ver a nadie...
Pero es algo inevitable... odio que
Why don't You Love Me?-EnglandxReaderI find you enriching, a person beyond me yet at the same time so far behind. You have a tang to you that I'm not to sure I like, and so I keep tasting and tasting hoping to figure it out. I've yet to and you think I'd grow bored with you but you have a way of entrancing people. Maybe it's those eyes or perhaps that delicate smile, I've yet to figure it out.. I hope to one day though. Which isn't good, I'm not suppose to care this much you know? It just isn't the way things are meant to be. Yet you have wound your way into my system and become much like the coffee I hate, addictive. It's why I refuse to drink that dark slosh, it's rather amusing though how easily I fell into your trap and allowed myself a taste of you. I must be weaker than I thought, that certainly isn't good.Why don't You Love Me?-EnglandxReader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But what can I do I have already fallen hard, much like a shot down bird. You should be careful where you aim your rifle it's deadly I tell you. Try and be consideret will you? You haven't the slightest clue on
Oktoberfest: cap 1_viaje***********************************************************************************Oktoberfest: cap 1_viaje4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
-...Y recuerda si vas a salir deja bien cerrada la puerta de tu casa para que no la invadan, no quiero tener que llegar con un ejercito para echar a cejudos molestos (imaginando a Arthur) ni pervertidos del vino (imagina a Francis)¿Italia? ¡Oye!.. ITALIA ¡¿ME ESTAS ESCUCHANDO?!
-Veeeee (contempla el vuelo de una mariposa sobre su cabeza)
-¡ITALIAA!- Grita el joven alemán haciendo que el italiano salga de repente de sus divagaciones
- ve, doitsu, doitsu ¿a Dónde vas?-pregunta el joven italiano inocentemente
- tranquilo, volveré pronto- respondió metiendo las ultimas pertenencias en su maleta antes de cerrarla- voy a ser juez de un festival de la cerveza que organiza un amigo en América
- ¿A...merica?- pregunto confun
CR - Ingrediente esencialStories for Free 2CR - Ingrediente esencial3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No había terminado de abrir la puerta de su habitación cuando escuchó esa particular vocecilla llamándola por su diminutivo.
Nyo se encontraba del otro lado del pasillo, saludándola con una mano en alto.
La pelirroja respondió con un ligero asentimiento de cabeza. Eso fue suficiente para que el chico supiera que podía acercarse. En cuestión de segundos se encontraba caminando junto a ella, hablándole de varias cosas a la vez.
Desdemona escuchaba sin inmutarse mucho. No solía ser el tipo de persona emocionalmente expresiva, pero le llamaba poderosamente la atención que el chico se hubiera encariñado tanto con ella en tan poco tiempo. No había hecho algo en particular para ganárselo, pero hasta cierto punto le agradaba: Nyo era un buen chico, no era molesto de escuchar, y sus galletas eran las mejores que había probado en a
DaC: 1 - DulcesUna mañana un saco curioso apareció en la cocina, su contenido era completamente desconocido para quien lo encontró, quien en el momento de aquel descubrimiento estaba explorando la cocina en busca de aquella delicias redondasDaC: 1 - Dulces2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ese había sido el nombre asignado por su "maestra" para aquellas pelotas de colores, que miraba con curiosidad entre sus dedos sin percatarse que los ojos de la mujer se perdían en los recuerdos, tan fascinado estaba por el sabor que aquellas cosas tenían en su boca que se puso de cuclillas frente a la mujer que estaba sentada y le extendió su mano con una pelotita de color llamada dulce hacia ella.
Por un momento la desconcertó, pero luego con una leve, muy leve sonrisa lo acepto.
EnglandxReader: Train Rides Before the Deathbed“I suggest you go out and enjoy it. I’m sorry, miss, there’s nothing more we can do for you. You have approximately twenty four hours left until your brain shuts down. Perhaps you would like to try and spend it with your loved ones, or your family? We’ve tried everything we can do. I have no idea how I could apologise more.”EnglandxReader: Train Rides Before the Deathbed2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It’s funny, really.
You don’t cry.
You don’t pray for life to give you another day.
You don’t even feel all that sad, or scared.
You stand outside the doctor’s office, with about twenty three hours and thirty minutes left to live. You have no one to go to. No one to turn to for your last day on this beautiful world. Your parents are gone, along with the rest of your family, really. You were always a bit of an antisocial spirit, and you don’t want to burden your mere acquaintances with the news of your impending doom.
No significant other.
Nobody but yourself until the e
Cobwebs of the Soul She picks the apples in orchard, in the garden of her mind. And they are red as mix of wine and blood in the crystal glass left for no one, under the light of an early twilight somewhere on the edge of the world. The black branches of trees sway toward her in slow wind, like the fingers of dead lovers, gentle and dry, quiet reminiscence of some other days, gone by. And the gray, dry grass bows while she walks.Cobwebs of the Soul3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cobwebs of the past is a name of the garden and she thinks of it, walking over the silver lake with water bitter and salty, where every drop is a memory and pain, every desire a crooked reflection of her own features. She moves between the gaps and holes of silence, where echoes of the voices in cacophony once stood and here and there, finds the bits of broken laughter and cut screams, picking them up, putting them away.
Eternal, this is her world...the filigree bridges made of bones and black wax candles melted over sac
india inkfor some reason shes dipped a paintbrush in ink, taking a thick oxhair brush and soaking it with a cheap replacement for india. you see, she says as she drags the brush across an enormous piece of banner paper, this is art.india ink6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
no its not!, you want to scream at her, because something in you is rebelling against this scarring of a clean white sheet, at this waste of ink and time. your fingers ache to rescue her brush.
the curve of her lip when she smiles at you is another name for irony: you know she isnt happy with you and the smile is a lie. she keeps smiling, though, maintaining the mask as she makes a dark slash across a white corner. your hands jerk, unconsciously.
art isnt only pictures, she tells you, beaming at you pleasantly. to you it looks like the leer of a barbarian. the falling ink makes round black dots on the edges of the paper, inappropriately perfect. art is expression of emotion. any expression.
Secret Agent!EnglandXReader Sick SurpriseThere were plenty of times in Arthur's job when his track of thought went something like this: Shitshitshitshitthisisgoingtohurtalot.Secret Agent!EnglandXReader Sick Surprise2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One of those times was now, when he had to jump from the third floor into a Dumpster. Glass and garbage sliced him, but he tried not to think of that and jumped out, using the edge for leverage. He had been attending a banquet, but word got around that Arthur wasn't actually Reginald Simmons III, and guards were after him. His mask had worn thin at the party, but he still refused to take it off, lest he show his true identity.
A black figure flicked out from the rooftops, following Arthur. He supressed a groan. 'Great, more company.' He couldn't fire at it, he'd just be broadcasting his location to the guards. He turned out of the alleys he was running through and merged into the streams of people on the sidewalk. Arthur snatched a jacket tied loosely around someone's waist and zipped it up. He ducked into a secondhand store and k
Walking Disasters: 2p!England x Reader 9 ENDWalking Disasters: 2p!England x Reader 9 END3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You scrunched your eyes closed, waiting for your end to come.
But... it didn't come. You opened an eye to see Nick grabbing his arm with the knife with the other arm. "W-What is going on?!" Nick growled. His eyes lost the pink swirls for a second as he said, "I won't let you hurt _____!" He dropped the knife to the ground, scrunched his eyes, and crouched, screaming. "Stop it!! Stop it, Oliver!!! Stop it!!!!" Nick screeched. He covered his ears with his hands, pressing firmly. "Shut up!!! Shut up and leave me alone!!! Shut up!!!!" he shrieked. He started sobbing as he grabbed the knife from the floor. He looked up at you with plain blue eyes.
He said, "I'm sorry, dear... I need to get rid of him once and for all..." He turned the knife around and said, "_____, dear... Please... Don't forget me. I love you...." He plunged the knife into his stomach.
"No!!!!! No!!! Oliver!!" you screamed. He fell to the ground, coughing up blood, tears streaming from his eyes. "_____... Spring...