Chat 10Yamamoto: Hey! They have a new web-cam feature!Chat 104 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Gokudera: I know.
Yamamoto: Do you have a web-cam?
Yamamoto: Yes you do... It says your on-line for the web-cam...
Yamamoto: No fair you just turned it off D:
Gokudera: It doesn't matter if I have one or not, I don't have a mic to go with it.
Yamamoto: So then talk to me through chat!
Gokudera: That makes no sense... The point of the web-cam is to talk to each other without having to use the Chat.... Baka.
Yamamoto: I just want to see your face~ <3
Yamamoto: Yay <3
~You have connected ViaWebcam with Yamamoto Takeshi~
Gokudera: Idiot! Put your shirt back on!
Yamamoto: Why don't you take yours off
Yamamoto: Aww Gokudera you turn such a cute shade of red when you blush
Gokudera: Stop laughing! Your not helping!
Yamamoto: I know <3
Gokudera: Don't blow me a kiss...
Yamamoto: Oh, you want me to give you a real kiss? Okay then, be right over~
Young Mister LYoung Mister L5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Professor Minerva McGonagall was sitting in the record room, going over all the acceptance letters that needed to go out to the incoming first year students. She was looking at the names and checking the letters off on a list she had next to her.
When she got to the bottom of the pile she noticed that one person did not have a check next to their name-a Mister L Lawliet.
She looked at the name questionably. The records were never wrong, but who had a letter for a first name?
Minerva got up from her desk and went over to the magiced quill that wrote out the letters. Sitting next to the list of students needing a letter there was a lone envelope with a quill hovering over it looking back and forth between the parchment and the envelope.
The only words on the envelope were Mr. L and it seemed that the quill was confused as to why there wasn't more to the child's name and if it should and a period or not.
Minerva grabbed the unfinished envelope and the quill immediately start
The winter of the destinyThe winter of the destiny2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The snow sweeps all the roads,
The snow sweeps all the steppes,
Your life is full of pain,
No love when no hope steps.
Why have you said 'Farewell' to me
Inside snow-storm's white fuss?
You haven't aim to love me real,
And grinded dreams to dust.
The snow sweeps all the tensions,
The snow sweeps pain of love,
We parted at the threshold
Of destinies above.
PaesaggioPaesaggioPaesaggio2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Apro la finestra,
ai miei occhi si mostra
una lunga distesa d'acqua.
Sotto il sole brilla,
più di mille stelle
sotto la luna rischiara
le nostre sere,
al tramonto come all'alba,
diventa un fuoco
che riscalda l'anima.
I open the window,
in my eyes it shows
a long stretch of water.
Under the sun shines,
more than a thousand stars
under the moon illuminates
at sunset as dawn,
becomes a fire
that warms the soul.
Il libro del destinoIl libro del destinoIl libro del destino2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Se nel grande libro del destino sono scritti i nostri due nomi vicini,vedrai che un giorno ci rincontreremo;
se c'è scritto che siamo fatti l'uno per l'altra,la distanza non ci farà così paura...
sarà solo un puntino insignificante nella nostra favola.
Se è amore,quello vero,questo sarà per sempre,e niente e nessuno riuscirà a distruggere questa rosa bianca che mai appassirà...
Ma se la vita non ha in serbo niente per noi,allora destino,uccidi questo sentimento che non mi fa respirare,
e lascia dormire il mio cuore in un dolce letargo.
The book of fate
If in the great book of fate are written the names of our two neighbors,you'll see that one day we will meet again;
if it says that we are made for each other,the distance will not make us so afroid...
will only be an insignificant speck in our fairy tale.
If it's love,the real one,this will be forever and nothing and no one will destroy this white rose that nev
Only a dreamWhat is peace...Only a dream7 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
but a dream of a dream.
A word that has faded from reality.
Last merely a second...
then it's all taken away.
We end up where we started.
Starting over from scratch...
rebuilding what was lost.
Only to have it torn down again and again.
Dream of a dream...
false hope for the naive.
Peace that is only in our minds.
Peace that is only in our homes.
Peace that is only in our children.