On my way homeBy Romy LaraOn my way home2 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
The Particular Sadness of Pomegranate Seeds IThe Particular Sadness of Pomegranate Seeds I2 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
Convention Check-ListNote: Note me for the PDF file. It looks prettier! While I try to figure out how to add it for anyone to access it.Convention Check-List2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Hello and thank you very much for reading this Check-List and mini Tips and Tricks Guide. This is here to help you, first time or not to a convention, to be organized in your endeavors. Please feel free to send me a note or comment if there is anything you think I left out on this check-list. If you have question about anything, feel free to note or comment to me.
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DavidI am perfect in every way. Hewn from the most beautiful rock by the greatest sculptor in the world, during the pinnacle of humanity’s artistic energy, I stand proudly as a monument to the human ideal. I represent one of the Bible’s greatest heroes, making one of the most pivotal decisions of his life. And in my centuries of existence, I have come to symbolize and inspire the defense of liberty. People come to look at me from all over the world and stare in awe.David9 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Yet I cannot help but feel humiliated in my exhibition. Though it cannot be known for sure, I am fairly certain my template was not naked when he came to his decision to slay the giant Goliath. Being a statue is not so bad, I suppose. At least I stand upright. I cannot imagine how my friend the Thinker’s back must be killing him after all these years hunched over. But how I wish someone would sculpt me a robe, or at the very least a quartz Speedo.
Haters are Gonna HateHaters are Gonna Hate1 year ago in Letters More Like This
Haters are gonna hate
Some people in their lives will have haters stalk them ,send them hate mail,
make their friends stab them in their backs, and make others hate them with their lies, pretty much try to hurt them in any possible way that they can...
If this sounds like you, well then listen up your not alone,
around the world there are people like us that seem to get hate all the time and
enemies,,, , why do you get them and what can you do?
Well first of all we get haters for these reasons
1) We have a talent
2) you're a people person
3) others like you
4) Your life is successful
5) you feel good about yourself
And last but not least
6) You have something they want
That is pretty much the summary of why we get haters….
Most of the time, it is best to ignore, after all there will always be people who will envy you.
Unfortunately, when you get a pro hater, in other words a hater that really hates your guts and has the evil skills of making you miserable, that
Doctor!Prussia x Reader: XIIDoctor!Prussia x Reader: XII1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mizu stood up from the chair quickly, letting go of Ludwig so he wouldn't get hurt. Since she knew that he was after her. Gilbert got up as well and stood in front of you, just like before, thinking that he could protect you from the wrath of a demon. Alfred chuckled; he grabbed the chair Gilbert was sitting in originally and sat down.
"So, Mizu, what do you plan to do now?" Alfred asked.
"You do realize that I just broke your sister's promise?" He sighed, grabbing a sausage. You quirked an eyebrow, turning your vision to Alfred, you were going to ask but he answered before you could ask, "Mizu's sister was a grim reaper, who lost her life as well "
"Saving who?" You asked.
"Gilbert and I." Alfred said.
"Yeah, she saved Gilbert because I was supposed to eat his soul, in the process and angel would see the scene and kill me. She didn't want me to die, so she told me not to go and eat his soul. Rescuing Gilbert and I. Her
STARS ABOVE SIDE-STORY: My Sunshine, Part 4STARS ABOVE SIDE-STORY: My Sunshine, Part 41 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
STARS ABOVE SIDE-STORY: My Sunshine
PART FOUR: BARGAINING AND ACCEPTANCE
Laughing shadows danced over the faces of the four girls gathered around the fire. Each of them was wrapped in a blanket, and huddled close to the flames for warmth. It was snowing outside; the flurries started without warning earlier that afternoon and quickly blanketed the school grounds in thick carpets of white. Everything was muffled and quiet… the only sounds were the intermittent pops and crackles from the firewood as it burned.
"I only got fed on once," said Kyoko softly without looking up at the other girls. The flames reflecting in her scarlet eyes made for an eerie effect. There was no emotion in her voice, only flat, dull weariness. "Just once, that first time, in the whole two weeks we were trapped there. Every other time, the Demon and its Spawn fed on Mami. I still don't know why."
fairgroundsfairgrounds3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We make our farewells at the fairground, and the ferriswheel spin of our days and nights grinds to a cold and silent halt. But, you promise, we will have one last ride. One last day to ourselves. One last day to remember.
And in the crushing golden haze of summer's dying days, we leave our regrets with the sullen ticket sellers, the sullen customers, the sullen children squirming in the heat. We laugh past them like the summer breeze and pretend to be happier than they could ever be.
We enter the raw cacophony of it together. Our brightly pasted smiles belong instantly, wholly, to the savage relentless pursuit of amusement that ebbs around us. We are drawn inescapably into it, absorbed by the press of hot hungry bodies. In the crowd your hands find me as they always have, but a couple slides snakelike between us and you slip from my side. The people swallow you, accept you as only another booth in their endless milling quest for fulfillment, and in the glow of their shining faces, I lo
Heta High [Readerx???]-Chapter 22Spring finally came, and all students were enjoying the warm weather. But you and Sebastiano had a mission to accomplish.Heta High [Readerx???]-Chapter 221 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You want to interview me?" the french boy asked you and Sebastiano.
"Ś, big brother Francis~! We got many reader requests that wanted to know a bit about you!" your partner began.
"So...Do you have some time for us?" you asked the older student.
"Well... I don't know~. Only if I get a kiss from you, mon cher~!"
"Big brother Francis... Please don't be difficult...", Sebastiano tried to intervene.
"Would you like to give me a kiss, instead of her ~?" Francis smirked at the younger boy.
"I-I... N-No!" Sebastiano shouted.
"Would a kiss on the cheek be enough...?", you said quietly. You just wanted to get this done. Both looked at you surprised.
"Wha-- Why of course it would be enough~! So, when do want to interview me?"
"How about now? Or do you have something to do?"
"Oui, I have some time now."
"Then follow us to our club room.", Sebastiano said and began walking.
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 Deathbed1 year 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
EnglandxReader- Slightly More Crazy- Chapter 12EnglandxReader- Slightly More Crazy- Chapter 121 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A month or so had passed since Oktoberfest, and it was starting to get even more cold out.
However, that’s not the exciting news that awaited you (far from it, in fact).
No, you got some news from Lovi. You two had become rather good friends (or, at least as close as you could get with the bad-tempered Italian) and Lovi seemed keen to tell you something.
You were sitting on your computer, sipping hot chocolate and talking to Lovi when he suddenly stopped mid-sentence and exclaimed.
“Che palle! I forgot to tell you I got some news about your investigation!” Lovi swore in Italian for forgetting.
Your eyes widened. You hadn’t expected him to remember. “Is it Alaric?” You asked in a low voice, really wanting to confirm your suspicions.
“Hang on-“ Lovi ducked out of sight and came back a moment later. “Okay, so Grandpa was a-drunk last night-“
“Big surprise,” You commented dryly.
He glared at you. “Shut up, you ba
When I'm Alone Part 4: EnglandxReaderWhen I’m Alone~ Part 4When I'm Alone Part 4: EnglandxReader1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I can’t really remember how long I sat there, staring out through the glass, onto the dead horizon that was midnight. Any sounds were drowned out by the thundering rain that seemed to assault my car as though it too, hated me. That was fair. If I were the rain, I’d hate me too. Time had seemed to be on my side as the seconds went by gruesomely, fantastically slow. The rain soon became bearable; almost comforting as though ten thousand tiny drummers were playing for me. Just me. The only person left on the face of the earth. Or just this parking lot. It didn’t really matter. Right now they were one and the same.
My cell phone buzzed again with the sickening song “Mr. Lonely”. It was intended as a joke one day by Alfred and Francis but right now it really hit home. This was a picture perfect moment for that song. I think the hardest part about it was that it was my entire fault. If I was stupid enough I could blame it on Alfred a
Hate Me [ England x Child!Reader ] 03England x Child!ReaderHate Me [ England x Child!Reader ] 031 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Ah, today Arthur has a guest. It's that Frenchman Francis again; he's one of the few who know about Arthur raising you. He would always entertain you, or he would be fawning over how cute you are, or going on about how it's been so long since he's seen such and unloved micro-nation.
Those words twisted your heart, feeling as if somebody had finally decided to run you through with a knife, and with an extra little bit of courage twisted the knife. Your hand clutched the fabric over your heart, pulling your small cloak over your head in a failed attempt to hide your pain from Francis.
But the Frenchman had already taken notice, smiling he walked towards a small vase. Hearing his retreating footsteps caused you to panic.
'No!' you screamed, 'No! Please! Don't leave me here like Arthur! Please! Someone stay with m-'
"(Y_n), you can stop crying now. I'm still here ." Hearing the Frenchman's w
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 Nightingale10 months 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
You're Not Alone [England]Arthur Kirkland.You're Not Alone [England]1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
You and Arthur had been good friends ever since the two of you met as kids, but you had always liked him a bit more than that. Even back then he always acted like a proper gentleman. Although his best moments were whenever he showed his tsundere personality. You thought that Arthur would make for the best company right now, so you pressed the CALL button and held your cell to your ear. The phone rang a couple times before you heard the receiver pick up.
"You've reached Arthur Kirkland, who is this?"
"Hi Arthur, it's me, ______," you spoke.
"Oh, _____. Um, yes, hello. How can I help you?" Arthur stumbled over his words.
You smiled hearing his voice. Not only did you think it addicting, but his accent could make you melt sometimes.
"Well you see, if you're not busy right now, I was wondering if you wanted to come over to visit for a bi-*coughcough*."
"Uh, hey…are you alright?" you heard Arthur ask.
"Umm…not really. I'm actually sitting here sick, a
Keeper of DreamsShe turns to her dreams more often than she does reality.Keeper of Dreams6 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Inside them - those wondrous and phosphorescent fancies - he is always there, waiting for her.
Silver eyes like misty moonlight; skin so smooth and perfect it could have been carved from marble and hair the color of the blackest midnight, softer than swan feathers against her cheeks. A smile that could have put the stars to shame and a voice more saccharine than nectar, washing over every inch of her being like tender waves of satin.
Just like the other nights, he is stretched out across a bed of rich purple sheets and petals whiter than snow. Everywhere else she looks there is nothing but a stark, vast emptiness; save for him, smiling at her as if she is the morning sun come to greet his lips.
"You have returned," he murmurs, pale hand extending forward towards her. "I have missed you, my sweet. Come...lay next to me; share in sleep's sweet embrace."
She obeys in an instant, descending into the gossamer touch of the matt
Do You Believe? ~ Seven (Jack Frost x Reader)"JAAAAAAACK!"Do You Believe? ~ Seven (Jack Frost x Reader)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Pink eyes widened and long eyelashes fluttered as the Tooth Fairy blinked once or twice, before her gaze shot over to the two teenagers soaring through the air, one screaming like a lunatic and the other seemingly amused by it all. A dainty hand massaged soft brows as Toothiana let out a small sigh, before glancing over at the silent chokes and the death symbol scattered above Sandy's head, for he had choked on his eggnog and was now spluttering and coughing in mute. Toothiana cringed and flew over to him and began to pat his back as Bunnymund let out a loud groan.
"Typical! Bloody Typical! He's never professional about anything! Always mucking about!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands up into the air, as a sign of his exasperation. North just chuckled and patted his belly. "Calm, Bunny! It is Christmas spirit! It bring out joy no matter what the situation." He laughed, before stroking his beard as he watched Jack land upon the globe and gently set you down next to him.
America X Reader: Memory Loss CH 14America X Reader: Memory Loss CH 141 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Is this the place you told me about?" America asked, slightly tightening his grip on the bags he held in both hands.
You nodded as you lifted your gaze and looked up a bit nostalgically at America's house, his old house, the house he had before he lost his memory. With just a tiny bit of hope, you turned your head around to look at him. "Why? Do you think it looks a little familiar to you?"
He shook his head. "Well, it's pretty big. Are you sure you think I'll be able to handle living here?"
You nodded, a tiny, forced smile coming to your face. "Of course, Alfred. It doesn't matter how big the house is as long as you know the door to every room and know how to take care of yourself."
America nodded. "Okay. So...are we going to be going inside or are we going to stay out here forever?"
You let out a tiny chuckle before you bent down and grasped some of his things in your hands. "Of course we're going inside."
Once the both of you arrived at America's front porch, all of his stuff on th
Too shyOh god, look; He's online.Too shy1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Your heart lets off a harsh thud before going into a more... pleasant -if I may use that word- hyperdrive.
What should you do? Do you message him? Wait for him to talk to you first? What if he doesn't? You don't wanna seem desperate, but in all honesty, you are...
Just as you're about to cave, he beats you to punch. Your heart leaps with joy. He initiated the conversation! That must mean he likes you... Or at the very least, likes talking to you. You regain your composure as you type what you think is a witty response.
A conversation sparks, and the two of you talk for hours; though to you it feels like just minutes. He actually tells you he has to go rather than just logging off and you two are able to say a proper goodbye.
While you’re happy for that, another fact weighs heavy on your mind…
You still hadn’t told him how you felt.
It would’ve been a perfect opportunity; you were getting along just fine, and the mood seemed right. All
For Axel loversFor Axel lovers3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey, ____!" you spun around as you heard your name being called out. It was Axel, ranked number eight in the Organization you had recently joined just weeks ago.
He was quite tall, probably a head higher or two than you were, with thick, shoulder-length, bright red hair styled into slicked-back spikes. His eyes were bright emerald green, and beneath each of them, on his cheeks, he had upside-down purple raindrop markings. He stood out from everyone else in the Organization, mostly due to the fact that he almost never wore his hood, unlike most of your black-cloaked companions.
Despite not being able to feel a thing, you gave him a smile as he approached. He became somewhat like your friend when you joined the Organization and you became really close ever since you first met. Although, just recently, when you're with him, an extremely peculiar feeling goes through you, strange as that is, because you're not supposed to feel anything. You
Do You Believe? ~ Five (Jack Frost x Reader)"Who on Earth are you? And if you don't take back what you just said, I'm going to punch your lights out."Do You Believe? ~ Five (Jack Frost x Reader)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A few chuckles went around behind you as the boy held up his hands in mock surrender, laughing nervously. "Sorry, sorry. Didn't think you were so touchy about that bird's nest on your head." He commented which earned him a thump on the head. He yelped, his hands flying up to his head, for he hadn't expected an attack to come."I warned you." You stated simply, before releasing his jumper with a frown.
"Oh, she got'cha there, mate" A voice thick with an Australian accent, sounded and you turned towards the Easter Bunny with a small arch of her brow. "You know this rude git?" You questioned, and the Bunny chuckled. "Yeah, I know him. And you must too if you can see him."
That caused you to pause. "No. No way. That is not....You are not..." You muttered, your gaze turning back to the boy you had hit, a smirk now settled back onto his features, though he was still rubbing his head. "B
Do You Believe? ~ Eight (Jack Frost x Reader)Tick Tock.Do You Believe? ~ Eight (Jack Frost x Reader)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The clock hands travelled around the face of the large clock on the wall. A flustered Jack and Bunny were now standing at opposite ends of the room, both emitting an aura filled with shame and embarrassment, both males naturally fearful and concerned for their well-being, their thoughts also similar by the fact that they had imagined scenarios of which all played out their deaths by your hands. Occasionally, they glanced at one another before quickly turning away, until…
Jack turned to face Bunnymund, a grimace settled upon his features. "She's going to kill us, isn't she?" He questioned the Pooka, of whom seemed to turn pale, even though his fur could not change colour.
"Um…Something along those lines, mate. Yeah." Bunnymund replied, gulping before glancing around, his eyes then flicking back to Jack.
"Okay, mate. I say we never speak of it again. And by no means should North ever find out…" Bunnymund's sentence fell into a whisper as his g
Sleep ParalysisThe demon visited me once again today.Sleep Paralysis11 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Yes, today. Not tonight or the night before or after; times you’d think a demon would be out. This demon knows no such boundaries, it would seem, and so it usually visits me in the morning.
I lay in bed, having woken up much earlier than I wanted or needed to, with my eyes shut in hopes of remedying the situation. My body relaxed several times, and I felt sleep just within my grasp…
But several times my body found some fault with the split second-imagery of my dreams and jolted me awake, leaving me frustrated, but not deterred.
I would prefer it to what happens next.
The final time I shut my eyes, slumber about consume me, there is no imagery. At the time, I wasn’t aware how close I was, the way you sometimes are, and the way I was previously. And as I am a bit of a twitcher or shifter or whatever you’d like to call it, I move around a lot.
The demon, I think, knows this. And it uses it. It makes it part of its game
For Evan, Without LoveDo not let me convince myself I loved you.For Evan, Without Love9 months ago in Emotional More Like This
You see, I’ve exhausted my guilt complex, raking myself over the coals, trying hard to walk on water for everyone, pretending like I could ever be someone’s salvation. I was never your Messiah; do not let me martyr myself on your altars.
Do not let me rewrite history; do not forget the war crimes with which I was never rightly accused. I spent half a century building fortresses to keep you out of paradise; I was always leaving you without breadcrumbs in the forest. Do not believe me when I tell you this was romance.
And now that it feels like we’re talking in icebergs, loaded question and answer games of which so much is hidden, do not crash into me for deeper meaning. I could sink you, boy, I could crush your sails.
Do not let me sink my stilettos into your chest. Burn the ashes of the bridges I torched with careless cigarettes and late-night calls in which the liquor whispered, “I never loved you.”
Have no faith