Fate of the Fifth AliceThe fifth Alice was a joker with her toys in hand,Fate of the Fifth Alice3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
playing with her puppet dolls, she skipped through wonderland.
Holding a silver doll, the first friend she had met,
she turns everyone she knows into a marrionette.
But this Alice was as lonely as can be,
waiting for her next victim to come over for tea.
One day she disappeared and never was found,
she is now a puppet that was thrown onto the ground.
The Eighth AliceThe Eighth Alice3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The Eighth Alice stood under the sakura tree
Where she fell in love during spring
In summer, they had a lot of fun
In autumn, their bodies became one
This Alice was presented a gun
And then she was ordered to end it all
That winter was when she shot the man
Then another shot was heard within Wonderland
Mary Sue - Gary Stu TestMary sue/Gary Stu test:Mary Sue - Gary Stu Test3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
 They have a rare hair/fur colour
 Their eyes are an unusual colour
 This happens to be red
 Their eyes change colour
 (if a female) they have large boobs
 (if a male) they are very muscular
 They are very attractive to the opposite gender
 They are very attractive to the same gender
 They have lots of friends/no friends
 They have an unusual/unrealistic pet
 They have a guardian spirit
 Some part of their body glows
 They are emo/cutesy
 They have wings
 They always dress like a certain 'label'
 They look quite a bit like a character from a popular anime/manga
 They have a piece of jewelry/clothing that they always wear
 They have a twin/sibling that they were separated from at birth
 They have an evil nemesis
 Who is their sibling
 They are from a very poor/lowly family
 They are from a very rich/royal family
 They don't know that they are from a very rich/royal background
 They hav
TF2: Behind The Gas MaskI was always curious about the identity of our Pyro. Its gender a constant mystery. Each day the unknown being would do something that would make me so sure that I had its gender all figured out and then in that same day, it would make me unsure.TF2: Behind The Gas Mask1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Just the other day the Pyro wrapped this thick, and quite obviously handmade, scarf, our team colour, around the Scout's neck just minutes before battle began. The mouthy Boston protested, issuing profanity as he tried to tear the pale blue item from his neck.
The swift hit to the back of his skull and the scolding mumbles that filtered through the Pyro's mask were quick to silent the rowdy youth. The Scout mumbling thanks before rushing away before another blow was aimed at him.
So obviously, the Pyro was female, non?
Well, when the battle ended. I found the Pyro hauled up inside the Engineer's Workshop, sawing and welding it's shotgun. The Engineer admiring the masked figures handiwork as he tinkered with his own metal mast
Eyeless Jack X reader Part 2Eyeless Jack X reader Part 28 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Let's talk about why You did it, though." The obviously arrogant Officer Marks folded his hands, resting his chin upon them.
"I'm telling you for the last time..." you took a deep breath. "I didn't hurt my brother, I could never hurt Sammy. You reflected on the kidney lying on the floor. What could've done that? What could have the heart, (Or lack of it) to tear out a little boys' organs?
You had practically stopped listening to Officer Marks. After all, You were in a hospital, waiting for news on your brother, and you had an asshole of an officer interrogating you, when you knew damn well you did nothing wrong.
"You can say that all you want, kid. There's no way anyone else could've done it though." You looked past him. You knew he wouldn't believe you. Who could have done it? He had a point. no one could have. But something... on the other hand...
"Hello?" He impatiently waved his hand in front of your face, his mouth wrinkling into a frown
Eyeless jack X Reader (Part one)Eyeless jack X Reader (Part one)9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
You shut the curtains and turned off all the lights, hopped in the bed, adjusted your body comfortably,and prepared yourself (and your popcorn), for the horror movie.
It was storming and cloudy outside, the best time to watch a horror.
It wasn't even five minutes into the movie that you were obnoxiously eating your popcorn in anticipation. Finally, time to yourself. Your parents were out of town, it was just you and your younger brother. You watched in excitement, nothing could ruin this!
A teary eyed younger brother, clinching his puppy-dog doll in his arms and approaching in his baby blue onsie waddled up to you, wiping a tear from his bloodshot eyes.
You rolled your eyes, but tried to disguise your disappointment.
"What is it, Sammy?" You smiled and looked down at his terrified face.
"I don't like the storm...it's scary sissy." The thunder roared, and a flash of lightning crackled outside the guarded window. He flinched and gripped his teddy bear tighter.
Eventthe stars are sharp and the wind has teethEvent2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
night is black as a bodybag
clanking, buzzing sounds surround
as the wind has its way with the town
dimlights from the hospital over there
cheerios in milk over here
the night ripped in two by the surgeons saw
the dreamless, the hopeless, the flawed
(sometimes the world shifts on its axis
and never settles right again)
the wind is sharp and the stars have teeth
chewing through the darkness
eating dreams, vomiting dust to the ground
the surgeon pulls his mask down
nothing more that we could do
goodnight, i've other things to tend to
bonesaw and flatline sounds surround
as the wind has its way with the town
the truth about evolution.the television no longer speaks with static and fuzzy voices in the slow rhythm of evenings. i miss that.the truth about evolution.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
they all say it began going downhill for grandpa when he fell back on his head and lost most of his hearing. i say it started largely far before that. the first foreshadows took place in the infant mind of a brilliant orthopedic surgeon and professor to-be. one stubborn strand in the brain deemed itself not so willful. unfortunately, it was quite thick.
one fresh spring morning following a long agonizing night of back pains and leg muscle spasms, grandpa's stubborn strand decided that he would come on our suburban excursion without his cane and medicine. he had always had a passion for video taping sceneries and little sweet somethings but his back problems have begun to hinder him in recording history for future remembrance. it had all gone too far when he took a step backward to take a shot of the newly bloomed plumeria flower and tripped over an uneven slab of stone. his
my block of the writing kindhere i sit.my block of the writing kind6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
place might as well be empty,
the way i stare at this screen,
frying my retinas like little robin's eggs
to the cathode-ray tunes.
there's no sound for abject dejection is there?
no numb vocalization standing directly for
"i feel useless,
and so sparsely equipped
that i can barely nod
in the affirmative or shake
in the negative."
i guess not.
those demons i so lovingly coddle
are lonesome and mute.
keep looking at me,
i can see them over my shoulder,
they look at me with their jewel eyes
and try to coax me to write their lifeblood.
and i just sit here like dead filament.
i feel like my ineptitude is strangling them
as much as they are strangling me.
optical disk after digital imprint plays for me
when i need it,
the images and words that feed the fire.
but it's like they hit a brick wall
and lay like drowning goldfish
in the all-too-cumbersome oxygenated air.
might as well be placebo.
but it doesn't cut deep enough
to spill anything
the firing of CEOsit is said that self deceptionthe firing of CEOs3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
means much stressful mental rust.
large leaders self deceive the most -
subconscious chars their inner toast.
someday they must
consider the heat
from calories burned -
first to ashes,
then to dust.
so, as their minds incinerate,
their children's children know them not,
except as driven men of fate -
distracted lives; their lies are hot.
there is no bird of Phoenix arising
from their ashes - not surprising.
llp - sep2010 - dA
run while standing stilli'm woundedrun while standing still6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you just feed that worm within you and burn all ground leading home
for christ's sake don't leave me here i have nothing left
and all i am is choking on the eggshells of this pithy existence
don't waste my time don't pander to my crimes don't try to confide
your shadow still stains my walls like murder in the summer
and all i can do is destruct while standing
all i can do is worry
all i can do is hurry
all i can do is nothing
all i can do is run away while standing still
I Don't Like MondaysI DON'T LIKE MONDAYSI Don't Like Mondays4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
By Jessie Taylor c.2010
Lack of reason or purpose. There was the lay of my day. Simply being without an idea of what to do, where to go, or even why to be. Boredom purest. Doldrums. I should've been reading up on the philosophical masters, historical leaps, the ever trudging forth of mankind. Yes I should've been forwarding my education indeed. But no, I languished in a fantastical science fiction novel upon an archaic yet futuristic 'walled city.'
So when time and air suddenly slowed to a flittering thread, it was a wonder I had any wits about me.
See, if I read too much of tightly compacted humanity, I would be lost. Yet, if I just stared blankly at the mass of symbols on the protruding page that implied the image of a tightly compacted humanity, I would be lost too. Now, if I lifted my head in a singularly defining moment to a pair of wild, cold, blue eyes, then too would I be lost. But more than that, I would be brightly conscious of the
Funeral of SaintsUnder moonlight we kiss,Funeral of Saints2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
exchanging ghosts of past mistakes,
attempting to hide murderous intentions
with romance stolen from poetics.
Playing with the planchette, I fear our lies
will be exposed in gruesome detail,
(as all love is).
How do I prevent consequence from catching up?
Afterwords, we stab each other in the dark,
and then awake, surprised,
to find blood on the sheets.
A play within a play we play along to.
You'll soon push daises while I pull weeds,
After needing you and being pushed away.
Replace me with a shadow, a wind-up porcelain doll.
But devils will still haunt you, long after time has gone.
Musings of the Heartunfolding my heart like theMusings of the Heart4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
petals of a rose in bloom,
i call to you in darkness
and see you in the light.
you, the fire burning through
my veins; the pulse within
which beats with sound and
fury each time we are together.
i cherish you, my lover.
far beyond the scope of
seas, depths of fathoms,
stretching for miles.
i need you more than
mortal lungs need breath
and hold onto you, desperate
never wishing to let go.
why do the stars appear
that much brighter when we
walk underneath their
why does the moon appear
to illuminate the entirety
of the world whenever we stand
hand in hand together?
i can only imagine such
inquiries are akin to asking
why the world revolves around
the sun, seasons turn to years.
i only know, i hope those
seasons, years, those eons stretch
beyond the scope of my
because you are, and shall always be
the lifeblood of my soul,
feeding it rich with desire and
offering it a place to call home.
The Conductor.Nostalgia SakeThe Conductor.Nostalgia Sake5 years ago in Horror More Like This
...And with the end of one chapter, another begins anew. Jimmy Yashis voice boomed through the PA as a cold wind blew in from the north.
The sky was threatening a June gloom storm, dark clouds gathering overhead. The event staff appeared slightly distressed, but paid little more than a worried eye skyward.
Atop a semi-rickety scaffold stage that was banged and bunted in the school colors of red and white, Jimmy Yashi stood at a wood-colored vinyl podium. Stanford, Pacific Highs bulldog mascot, crouched beside the podium, looking like a goofy caricature of an angry pug in a football jersey. Behind them was a short view panel of the academics squad and administration. Before them, sat in smart rows on the lush green turf of the football field, the graduating class of Pacific High, 1996.
I stood in the far rear of a crowd of family and student attending, blinking languidly at the display of pomp and circumstance playing out, admiring the man t
The Conductor.March To GallowsThe Conductor.March To Gallows5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
MARCH TO GALLOWS
Pallid pink lips were moving perpetually, undoubtedly reciting in dubious tones the now numerous black marks on my permanent record. But I couldnt hear the vocalized words spilling in my disgrace. My mind had stilted to most of reality days before really. Pieces would pierce through the mental shield but it mostly just appeared in all senses like a distant projection of life to me. I wasnt sure if I cared much at all anymore. I was coherent enough to know where I was and how to act now, but after all that had happened, I couldnt figure how things could possibly get any worse than they already were now.
Pale blue eyes looking over the pearled rims of bifocal lenses at me with so much concern-veiled disdain. And all I could do was sit there in the uncomfortable wooden chair before her desk and stare right through her like a scolded dog.
A week had passed since that night in English Lit, the week being full of despondency and dread. A full gambit
A Night at Pinetop's TavernSomewhere in the back alleys of the city's older section there was a crumbling brick building that had been around since before ragtime music was popular. Hanging above a faded green door that led down to the building's cellar was a wooden sign, and despite the peeling paint, you could still make out the bar's name: Pinetop's Tavern. Nobody really knew when Pinetop's first opened; local folks would tell you it had been there since time began, and the world had grown up around it. It was one of those places where the lighting was always dim and the cigarette smoke never dissipated and the cloud you were breathing now had probably been around since W. C. Handy was still alive.A Night at Pinetop's Tavern1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pinetop's Tavern was a blues joint, and it had been around almost as long as blues music itself. Blues music was a lot simpler than most kinds of musicsimpler chords, simpler lyrics, and most blues musicians couldn't read sheet music. The genre was born on some unknown plantation in the forgotten Deep
TF2 - Scout vs Scout, an awkward dayTF2 - Scout vs Scout, an awkward day1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ma, why are we doing this?"
"Because his mother and I are good friends and we want you both to be friends, too!"
BLU Scout and his mother were going to meet RED Scout and his mother.
"But Ma! We are enemys! We are supposed to hate and kill each other!"
"I don't care, hon'! You have holidays, so you won't kill each other! Oh look, I can see them already!"
Both mothers ran up to each other giving each other a friendly hug. Both Scout stared at each other.
Both mothers were talking about some girly stuff, like shopping. Both Scouts didn't talk really much.
"You're so dead!", both said suddenly at the same time.
And the torture began.
First of all they did the most awkward thing ever: they went shopping with their mothers. The Scouts were teasing each other.
"Hey, BLU retard! This pink shirt would fit to a girl like you!"
"Oh yeah? Then look at this skirt! It would fit you with that shirt, RED dumbass!"
"Look at this jacket for little girls! Because you are
a beating heart, torna heart...a beating heart, torn3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
worn, still bleeding,
on a stricken sleeve,
where its past is written,
in dark scenes.
as expanded lore,
some small, sad,
won, one by one by one -
seemingly, by two,
seen as reflected recollections
in a clear pool surface, where
momentary apparitions appear.
they abut, but are not conjoined,
[nor ever were, really].
though the subject of love
is covered to the depth
of oceans, we each reach out
to persue our personal parcel,
held for telling,
and told as in a tolling,
as in a beating heart, worn
upon a tattered sleeve,
where a soul resides -
feeling, as is usual,
llp - feb2011 - dA
EnglandxTimelord!Reader: Part 6(Let's go and see what the world conference is doing while you and Iggy are confronting the Daleks)EnglandxTimelord!Reader: Part 62 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Everyone in the room was quiet and tense except for America who was pacing and fidgeting. After a minute of this, America slammed his fist on the table.
"We have to follow England and the Doctor!" He said firmly.
"Are you out of your mind aru? Even if we stood a chance against the Daleks we have no way of reaching their ship aru!" exclaimed China. Japan read the atmosphere and decided it was time to speak.
"Actuarry, my scientists have finarry created a transporter device." He said politely. "However, even if we were arr to go to the ship what weapons wourd be effective against the Dareks?" the room was silent for a moment.
"Well, you could all borrow my machine guns." Switzerland suggested. "But you had better give them back or else!"
"Ve could use high explosives. I doubt zat zeir armor could vithstand such force." Germany pointed out.
"I know some totally boss strategies that the hero
Germany x Reader - After School - Part 1 Class seemed like forever as you looked up at the clock for about the 20th time. Come on...Only one minute left... You thought anxiously while waiting for the bell to ring so you could see your German Friend. That one minute seemed like years to you as the bell finally rang. Sighing in relief that the school day was now over, you gathered your books and headed to your locker. Walking through the now crowded hallway you silently thought about what you and Ludwig would do when you got to your house. Once at your locker you opened it and placed the books you needed for homework in your backpack and the others back in your locker. After you were done, you placed your backpack on your shoulders and headed outside to wait for your friend.Germany x Reader - After School - Part 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Standing in the cool Autumn air still after almost fifteen minutes you started to wonder
ReaderxHetalia HighSchool ch4~1st Hour~ReaderxHetalia HighSchool ch42 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Leave me alone Francis"
"but why ma chéri?"
"Dont call me that and get to class"
"give me one reason why I should leave such a beautiful girl"
"well Francis school starts in 3 minutes and your class is all the way across the school"
"oh crap. well adieu! ma chéri!"
"bye" you glared at him as he ran out of the room. it was 1 minute till the start of first hour and everyone one was pouring into the class. Alfred and Arthur took there seats next to you like they normally did
"Hey __________, can I come over to your house to hang out this weekend?" Alfred asked
"Sure I don't mind but why do you want to?"
"Because your place is awesome!"
"Do you mind if I tag along?" asked Arthur
"Sure but why? Me and Alfred will just end up playing video games" you said
"I've never been to your house and I have nothing better to do" you were about to say something else the teacher told everyone to get quiet and read for the next 20 minutes then she would tell you wh
ReaderxHetalia: Highschool Ch3You had gotten to school about 20 minutes early because your older brother didnt want to be late. he kicked you out of his car at 7:45 and by the time you got to your first hour class it was 7:47. the desk were arranged in groups of four. you took a seat in the middle of the room and looked around at the 3 other people in the room. you knew them but you didnt consider them friends or even aquantences. you looked around the room because that was all you could do at the moment.ReaderxHetalia: Highschool Ch32 years ago in Settings More Like This
the teacher was standing by the classroom door watching the students as they went by. the onlything noteable about her room was the large amount of books but other then that it looked like a normal classroom. you stared at the wall across from you and zoned out for a moment occationaly looking to see who walked in. you heared someone pull the chair out from under the desk next to you. you looked to see who it was."hey, Arthur' you say as the boy sat down next to you
"How was your summer Arthur"
Tony X Reader-Chapter FourWhen you returned from the shawarma restaurant, you, Tony and Bruce ate your lunch in almost complete silence. The only sound came from all of you chewing your food.Tony X Reader-Chapter Four2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"So " you said, breaking the silence. "What's the funny story you guys have about shawarma?"
Bruce and Tony looked at each other. You decided that they were telepathically deciding who should tell the story. It ended up being Tony.
"So, after Bruce caught me out of the sky during the battle with Loki, I randomly started talking about shawarma," Tony started. "I had heard of it somewhere, and I didn't know what it was, and I wanted to try it. Naturally, we had to apprehend Loki first, but after that business was taken care of, we went to the shawarma place you just came from. Mind you, we had no time between getting Loki into cuffs and going out, plus the restaurant was nearly destroyed. We were all covered in dirt and bruises.