Drabble 71: April Fools (Misaki x Reader)April Fools (Misaki x Reader)Drabble 71: April Fools (Misaki x Reader)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey ___-chan~!" Misaki called out.
"What?" I asked.
"I wanna tell you something."
"Don't tell me. Some kind of April Fools joke that you always love to do during April Fools Day.." I rolled my eyes.
"Nope~" He smirked.
"Okay then tell me..."
"Okay." He cleared his throat and said. "You are A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, and K; A - Amazing, B - Beautiful, C - Cute, D - Dazzling, E - Elegant, F - Fabulous, G - Gorgeous, and H - Hot."
I blushed and giggled. "Aww~ Thats so sweet of you Misaki-kun, but whats the I, J and K?"
"I'm. Just. Kidding." Misaki smirked and laughed. "April Fools Day ___-chan~!"
I gritted my teeth as my face turned red hot like a tomato. My eyes spotted on a tomato that Anna was going eat. I took it from her hand and threw it at Misaki's face. "April Fools you jerk!" I spat.
"I think I over did it..." Misaki sighed.
Historyja na mocne nerwy jeno(zanim to przeczytacie, przeczytajcie komentarz!!!)Historyja na mocne nerwy jeno8 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Historyje Klopowe, Zaiste Zremixowane I Okraszone Dodatkami W Rodzaju Scen Wyciętych I Rarytasami Chędożone Typu Making Of.</i>
Anna Luiza III Kapetyńska, infantka hiszpańska, dziedziczka tronu habsburskiego w Księstwie Neapolskim, w prostej linii potomkini z czwartego pokolenia wywodzącego się z drugiej, słowiańskiej linii Merowingów Achmeda VII i ½, władcy Inflant i kazachstańskiej prowincji na Morzu Śródziemnym zwanej potocznie Ajkilju, udała się zali do toalety w celu jasnym, aczkolwiek o aspekcie dość intymnym i osobistym.
Kabin było ze sześć, toteż waćpana musiała dokonać masakrycznego i nieprzewidywalnego w skutkach wyboru. Wybrała ona, świadoma konsekwencji wszelakich, pierwszą z brzegu kabinę, albowiem nosiła w sobie sprawunek zwłoki nie cierpi
Got soulIf the eyesGot soul1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are a window to the soul
Then I would like to close the curtains.
vacation artifact."Last summer I took my cell phone to the beach,"vacation artifact.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
"and the ocean drenched it.
It hasn't worked since then."
She's messy, truly,
a dead battery,
a gauge hovering on empty.
I tell her to call the phone company,
get a back up or refund or some other nonsense.
(her lips didn't move).
For a moment I think
she's going to push me away again,
film up like ankle-cutting sea glass.
"I can't replace it.
I'll lose the last text message
he ever sent me."
I fall quiet because I know.
Today I see the cell phone,
Social AnxietyI quiver violentlySocial Anxiety4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Too many people
Take it easy
Control the impulse
I'm sure they notice
They stare into
That lies within
Beneath my skin
It runs through
My scarlet veins
Cell by cell
Vein by vein
Killing my sanity
As I walk through
Step by step
Demons in disguise
Ready to pounce
Grab hold of my soul
Until I collapse
Drop to my knees
I need pills
Some way to
Cope with this
Story Concept: ScrapyardStory Concept: Scrapyard6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Written by Dan Oles
Planet Athena is one of well over a zillion worlds humankind has colonized, specifically a 'squatter' planet of low priority for the ruling Consortium, low enough that colonization is accessible to settlers of limited means or a desperate desire for freedom.
Whereas poor terra forming, dangerous wildlife, unfriendly natives or poor resources define other squatter planets, Athena has a little more complex history behind its status. To power through space, wage war, build settlements, and explore ever further into the universe mankind has built many, many machines with varying purposes and designs, but like all things these devices are not eternal. To maintain the raw materials of literally millions of broken or worn out robots, space ships, and other mechanisms, Athena was designated a scrap yard world, where the junk of the surrounding planets could be stored in great piles until Consortium officials could be bothered to melt it down for reuse. Howeve
SacrificeThe pen falls. The story lives.Sacrifice2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Nie dla normalnych ludzi xDNie dla normalnych ludzi xD7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Nie dla normalnych ludzi, czyli historia postaci Żabci
- Witam, zwą mnie Jeanne albo Żaba. Przedstawiam Wam zalotną historię mojego dotychczasowego żywota, obfitującego w różnorakie wybuszki.
Jeanne Emilie Gabrielle de la Kawazu, (Żaba, Żabencja, Frogelle dOrleans) urodziła się 31.X roku niewiadomego, a zresztą wali jej to. W każdym razie urodziła się dość dawno, będąc jedyną córką czystej krwi niebianki Moniki de Sidérique i któregoś tam kuzyna po siódmej kądzieli nieślubnego syna Vlada Draculi (tak, TEGO Draculi) , ale że tych hospodarów wołoskich o imieniu Vlad od groma było, trudno się połapać wiadomo tylko tyle, ze koleś był klocem jakich mało. No, i że jeszcze był wampirem, ale jego ojc też machnął się z niebianką, tote
a timeless ringshe wears me upona timeless ring3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her withered hand:
an angel's halo
with no beginning or
she didn't like
but he brushed away the
drops of jupiter
twinkling on her
return but it was
just a fool's
and now i am
a memoir of
because he is
dead but he is
not, he is
gone but he is
here, he is
a memory preserved;
she wears me upon
her withered hand:
the crown of a
king lost in battle
grazes me with her
because soon i
will be a
she will be the
Love Has Found A Home In This Heart (ii)She had been on my mind all afternoon.Love Has Found A Home In This Heart (ii)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The harder I tried to dispel her image from my mind, the more it seemed to cement itself there. I couldn’t help but think about her rose-coloured hair, the gentle blue mascara caressing her eyelashes, the paleness of her porcelain cheeks. I tried to focus my attention on my work, but my mind would inevitably drift to thoughts of her. I wondered what her name was, why I had never seen her around before, why she was so upset, if I would ever see her again. Thoughts that, frustratingly, I could not present with an answer.
When I travelled home from work that evening I found myself looking for her, scanning faces in the busy London crowds. On the congested tube I searched for her, hoping against hope that fate had somehow decided to bring us together again. Unsurprisingly, fate did not deliver and she was not there.
The evening proved to be even worse. Without the vague distraction of work and deadlines, there was nothing to prevent me from thin
-There is a science to our courtship-2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A primal instinct suddenly fired off upon the meeting of our eyes
We suddenly become linked:
You are the sleet gray overcast
Suspended over a burnt sienna dessert
While you rain
I am bathed and my cactus's are fulfilled.
Maybe Maybe I did something wrong.Maybe1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe I said a hurtful thing.
Maybe we're not supposed to be friends.
Then why do I miss you more every day?
I don't know why I feel this way.
Human emotions, who can explain them?
But maybe I was the one who chased you away.
Ugh, I can't stand this!
Why must I feel so deeply?
Man, I'm a mess.
It's no wonder you left me.
AfraidAfraidAfraid2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I may joke constantly
about how I’ll never get married
or fall in love.
That I’ll remain alone forever
and be happy with that.
But to be truthful I am afraid.
No one will ever want me.
No one thinks I’m beautiful,
and that they never will.
That no one will tell me
I’m the smartest person they know,
or that I’m their favorite person to be around.
I’m so, so afraid that no one will ever love me.
I think everyone is scared.
Everyone is at least a little bit
afraid that they’ll die alone.
But even people that I believe
To be intolerable can find someone
Who will be with them.
And yet here I am.
I’ve been told my entire life
That I’m so talented.
I’m so beautiful.
I’m so smart
I’m just so great.
But if I’m so great,
why has only one person
taken even a small fraction
of their time to spend w
FairiesFairies9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Creatures in flight.
At the mid of night.
With dresses so tight.
They fly into sight.
Like angels they are.
Blessed with beauty
And kindness in life,
Loved by the young
And the aged ones.
In dreams they live.
In thoughts they play.
In smiles they are born.
PiscesSymbol: the FishPisces8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Ruling Planet: Jupiter / Neptune
Ruling House: Twelfth House
Body Parts: feet
Date with destiny: Cancer, Scorpio
Run for the hills: Gemini, Sagittarius
Where you glow: helping others
What makes you tick: writing poetry
Fitness forecast: meditation
Play date: going to the theatre
Perfect jobs: TV producer, bartender
Best accessory: a toe ring
A sure thing: taking in stray animals
Pleasure: romance, helping others, compassion
Pain: reality, mean people, insensitivity
Kindness: Your compassion and empathy for those who suffer is unparalleled; you're willing to give your mind, body and soul to those who ask for assistance.
What's my line? Make love not war.
FairiesFairies,Fairies11 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Those silver winged,
flaxen haired things?
Those creatures that make dreams come true?
With their wands made of moonlight,
and their shoes made of sunbeams,
they appear in the night,
as curious things.
The Ink LineBack in the first house I called my home,The Ink Line1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I spied a map in the front window.
Encoded and golden,
it's language the places I visited during the Summer.
We used to save the fish there,
Keep them from being caught by rogues
With eyes like toads,
Preying on the animals
By feeding them corners to huddle up in.
The Ink Line;
A place where lost time
Met frost vines,
Encompassing a lake
Gorgons’ eyes –
I froze...just looking at it.
Years passed. I read the tale of Gilgamesh,
Convinced he was speaking to me –
mostly. No, I'm certain.
"Paradise always felt lost to us" he’d say
"It’s why, as children, we sought it out each day."
And I knew the Ink Line was the place...
That warrior brought me dreams, warned me about a serpent
Due to appear in between the ripples of the water
And the reflection of the full moon.
It would consume me whole,
Digest me to places where you could only pay boatmen a toll.
All leading to a world of colossus with r
With a BangWith a BangWith a Bang2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to get drunk on life.
I want to commit to nothing,
And fool everyone.
I want to get high on fun.
I want to laugh at nothing
And feel only the things I choose.
I want to make my own reality.
Tell the world that I won’t conform to it,
So it must conform to me.
I want to scream my desires at the world.
I want to force everyone to sit and watch while I achieve them,
Me, on my own,
For I know they would only get in my way.
I want to live a life that is full.
I want to be so sure of myself,
That I influence those around me to question
I want to be so undeniably present,
That I cannot be ignored,
Cannot be snubbed,
Cannot be overlooked.
I will grab this life I’ve been given
By the horns,
And shake it to the core,
And ride it into a blazing sunset,
While everyone watches me,
As I go out,
With a bang.
Love Has Found A Home In This Heart (i)As soon as I first laid eyes on her, I could tell she was falling apart.Love Has Found A Home In This Heart (i)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was in my local Starbucks, waiting for my regular lunchtime coffee to be prepared, considering my long list of objectives to complete by the end of the day, when out of the corner of my eye I spied her across the room. She was sat in the corner of the shop, almost entirely hidden from view behind a conveniently placed pillar. She was huddled over a book, both hands clasped tightly around it, as if holding on for dear life. I found her instantaneously intriguing, partly because she was not one of the regulars that I always saw inhabit this particular Starbucks, but mainly because she just looked so worn down. She looked as though the world had chewed her up and spat her out. She was trying to hold herself together, but I could tell that she was losing this battle. She stood out against the calming atmosphere of the coffee house. She was a visual juxtaposition, like a streak of red paint thrown violently against a
Look at me...Look at me.Look at me...9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tell me what you see.
A girl dressed conservative?
Or a girl safe and free?
Do you see me as a voiceless woman?
Or a respectful one?
Do you look around?
Or notice things but me?
Do you see the men nodding respectfully to greet me?
Do you hear the voiceless acknowledgement when I pass by?
Do you see me trying to get attention?
Or do you see a carefree woman?
I don't dress the way you do.
Nor do I speak that way you speak.
I act the way I should,
And be the person I am to be.
I make men and woman want to know me for who I am,
Than by judging how I look.
You might say that I'm socially imprisoned,
But this is who I want to be.
I don't like to exploit myself to the world.
And I definitely don't like lowering myself to certain standards.
I am a Muslim woman.
Born to be.
And I will carry it out,
The way it must be.
Proud and strong and faithful to Allah.
That is the person I choose to be!