The MaidenOh, sweet Daughter of Nature
Thrown down, down, down into the depths of the Underworld
Taken by force, so tempting of pure radiance
Residing on a throne of bleeding bones
Queen of screaming souls, innocence corrupted by shadows
Corralled in the tormenting land of freezing hellfire
Defiled by the Lord of the Dead
Tricked by cruel fate to taste the forbidden fruit
To remain forever a prisoner until wrapped in a mother's loving embrace
Weep not, Fair Maiden, for deliverance is at hand
By the kiss of a saccharine summer breeze
FrostbittenWinter is her favorite time of the year.Frostbitten3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's beautiful. Silver and blue dance around with one another in a waltz of freezing passion as snow and ice douse the land in a blanket of boreal glamour. Glass windowpanes become easels for falling snowflakes, frost etching into the smooth surfaces in intricate and unique patterns.
Winter has always been her favorite time of the year, and it always will be.
It is not because of Christmas--no, even though she loves the holiday, it is not what sparks her strong fondness for the star-colored blanketing across the land. Her infatuation with the snow and ice and everything cold has to do with something that most people don't truly believe in.
A boy whom she met long ago.
She still remembers the day like it was yesterday. Running around in the forest, laughing and tasting the snowflakes as they fell down into her parted lips and melting immediately on her tongue. All bundled up as a precaution, even though the winter has always been kind to h
Welcome to WonderlandFalling down, down, downWelcome to Wonderland3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Spinning 'round and 'round
All around, the ticking of clocks
Such a discordant sound
Right is left and left is right
Night is day and day is night
Up is down and down is up
Life is death and death is life
Voices whisper from every niche
Screams echo and cause a twitch
Claws and teeth threaten to kill
Eyes wild with bliss of such a thrill
Run, hide, fight, or plead
Nothing shall work, nothing you need
The sun and moon will laugh as you cry
As the Queen shrieks her commands to the sky
Blood forms penumbras as heads roll
A cry of defiance with each bell toll
The jury turns in accord, madness shining bright
Their question full of words to make your skin crawl with fright
"ArE yOu AlIcE?"
T i c k
T o c k
T i c k
T o c k
"OfF wItH hEr HeAd!"
~Welcome to Wonderland, Alice~
Mother EarthShe has suns for eyes,Mother Earth3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and oceans for tears,
a blade of grass for each hair,
and wisdom beyond her years.
Rage like an earthquake,
sorrow as deep as the sea,
madness funneled like a hurricane,
joy blooming so vividly, kings fall to their knee.
Her skin is a motley,
with hues so dark and bright,
she sleeps during the day,
and lays awake at night.
She has the universe for a heart,
and the cosmos burn in her soul,
however, humanity's blindness,
is at last taking its toll.
''The dead have feelings, too.''"Aria."''The dead have feelings, too.''3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Though I am still reeling from our previous argument, I force down my pride and turn my head to face where Darien's voice is coming from. I'm sure my cheeks are flushed with rage, yet I constrain the cluster of spiteful and venomous words that are still dripping on the tip of my tongue.
Darien's form comes into view--the rage from just minutes before must have made him lose his corporeal appearance--and instantly his eyes meet mine. They are still somewhat cloudy with anger, but as we stare down one another in silence, I see that anger slowly change into something more or less acceptance. He sighs, running a hand through his shaggy brown hair. It is a gesture I have come to known, one he does only when he is truly upset.
Being dead, after all, Darien prefers not to touch anything--not even himself--if he can help it.
"You are a necromancer, Aria. I can't expect you to see my side of the argument. After all, you grew up around death. To you and your kind, death is just a weapon
constellations, ambitions, and things in betweeninstead of poetry,constellations, ambitions, and things in between2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i want to live in
draco & orion,
wrapped in nebulae.
oxygen is too
want to breathe in
neither the gods
nor my demons can
stop me —
i will make the universe
Wolfsbane Part Eleven :wolf!PrussiaXReader: Wolfsbane: Part ElevenWolfsbane Part Eleven :wolf!PrussiaXReader:3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Gilbert seemed to take your silence to his advantage. Suddenly both his hands were cupping your cheeks, pulling your face closer as his leaned in. For one tense moment there was nothing but a couple centimeters of air between both of your lips.
"Ich liebe dich, (name). Ich liebe dich."
And then those centimeters of air were gone and replaced with Gilbert's smooth and confident mouth, and it felt like the entire universe had suddenly exploded.
Shock raced through your veins like mercury, making your limbs feel heavy and your eyes slowly slide shut. Your head tilted slightly, hands quivering as they grasped Gilbert's forearms for support. A small sound emitted from your lips, a somewhat squeak muffled by the barrier of his own meetings yours, and all you could think about was how perfect the moment felt.
Sweet EmilyEmily is six years old.Sweet Emily3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Emily lives with Mommy and Daddy in a big house.
Emily doesn't have very many friends because she doesn't go to school, but that's okay!
Emily has Tabitha! Tabitha and Emily are best friends. Tabitha looks like Emily, too! They both have blonde hair, though Tabitha always has hers in pig tails. They both have green eyes, too. Mommy and Daddy tell Emily that her green eyes means she has a biiiiig imagination; so that means Tabitha does, too! But sometimes Mommy and Daddy don't believe Emily when she tells them all the fun she and Tabitha have together…
They don't believe Emily when she tells them that it was Tabitha who used up all of Mommy's lipstick to make a picture on the wall. They don't believe Emily when she tells them that Tabitha was the one who broke the special plates in the locked cupboard that Emily can't reach. They don't believe Emily when she tells them anything Tabitha does, and it isn't Emily's fault.
"Oh, Emily, darling…it's pe
Into the PlungeBuild me aInto the Plunge3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sandcastle on the edge of the sea,
where the cliffs are sprayed with the salty tears of the tide,
and sirens cry into the night for the arms of a lover
to whisk them away into a dry night free of brine;
Where we shall dance the sunset's furtive sigh of redemption
on the edge of saline bluffs, and kiss with the gunpowder
of forgotten cannons high on the waves of an abandoned ocean;
Teetering the edge of the world, where the Kraken and Leviathan lay in wait
for lost-lorn victims of broken hearts and brackish undertows
coursing through their veins.
This Ugly, Beautiful WorldI took a school trip to Europe this summer.This Ugly, Beautiful World2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
To be honest, I don't remember much of it anymore. It's all a blur of rushing through crowded streets and cramped bus rides and crowds of foreign languages. When I look at the pictures, in fact, I can't seem to recall taking most of them. I can't even tell what some of them are supposed to be.
Our first stop was Paris, France.
I hated it there. It was dirty. Smelly. Crowded. Disgusting. Wherever we found ourselves, disdain was the only courtesy that was shown to us by those who called the City of Light their home. It didn't even matter that I loved each inch of history that was told to us by our guide - I just wanted to go home and get away from the squirming, teeming atmosphere that clung to me like fog on a rainy day.
We spent three days in Paris.
The first day is nothing but a fractured, bone-weary mess in my mind that consists of walking and walking and eating and walking and listening and walking and walking. The second day is simply bit
Unheard of and undefinedSometimes,Unheard of and undefined3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have this sudden impulse to
bite off my tongue.
It wasn't made for
pretty words and kept promises
in the first place.
Back to back and
straight on til daybreak,
our soliloquy seems never ending.
When was the last time
you remembered to cry for all the broken hearts
that were not your own?
confessions of a misguided poetcertain things in my mindconfessions of a misguided poet2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
would be better left unsaid,
i. how I stared at a bottle of pills
for an hour as if they would slide down
my throat on their own.
ii. when I stepped out of the shower
with bloody knees and didn't bother
to put a band aid over them.
iii. why I can't keep a smile long
enough for someone to take
iv. who I wanted to be when I was
a little girl and who I am
right here and now.
v. where I tried to jump off a
bridge and landed in water
deep enough for me to swim in.
vi. what I wanted to scream at
you that day but I just stayed
silent and hoped you would forget.
no more pretty words and
today; just life,
the truth, and everything
that I never want to tell
Bacon.Sizzling, salty, yet sublime,Bacon.3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
yours is a flavor most divine.
A royal treat of humble reign,
enjoyed by all who ache with pain.
Fatty grease licked off of fingers,
has a taste so exquisite it surely lingers.
With a crunch, a moan, and lastly a swallow,
bacon is still delectable without a trace of marrow.
lies, she wrotei. just a mimicry, really;lies, she wrote3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
desperate to shine.
ii. counterfeit & clockwise,
tasting words on her
iii. with a dysfunctional mind
& apocryphal dictionary,
she cannot clone it all.
iv. "say anything," the pen
whispers as she trembles
among ink-scented fraudulence.
v. but she just laughs & plays the part,
forgetting what the pages told her:
"truth is stranger than fiction."
Wolfsbane Part Thirteen :wolf!PrussiaXReader: Wolfsbane: Part ThirteenWolfsbane Part Thirteen :wolf!PrussiaXReader:3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Gilbert's instincts were telling him to get the hell out of the way before the wolfish monster's paw slammed into his side and set his fur on fire. Yet, he could do nothing but gaze into the vacant (e/c) eyes of the creature, his muscles bunching and coiling as his body urged him on to just run.
"Bruder, get out of the way!"
Something slammed into Gilbert's side, but it wasn't a flaming monstrous paw.
Gilbert yelped in shock as he was propelled a good few feet away, the fur on his back prickling as the heat of the fires became alarmingly close. Instantly he was back on all fours, his upper lip curled in a snarl and fangs bared as his crimson eyes scanned the area. They widened when standing before him was a familiar smelling wolf with black fur and eyes as icy as the northern seas, his entire body rippling with muscles poised for a fight.
The white wolf blinked rapidly, before his tail began to wag to and fro and a g
Fate be damned.personally,Fate be damned.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i can’t see myself with
the milky way embedded in my
bones, much less my heart. it
sure would be nice to wish upon a
star for our happy ending, but i think
my prince charming just
i am a phantom
stitched into my
lips and rose petals
inked into my skin.
bones would like to
whisper “i love you”
in every language of
because fate may
not exist and it’s
high time i form
my own destiny.
IcarusSun girl,Icarus2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the whispering stars
& feathered clouds dance
for you tonight.
Do not let anyone
clip your wings;
you were made for the skies.
Carpe DiemFaces flushed,Carpe Diem2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
skin-on-skin contact and
frantic kisses in the
Bits and pieces all
wrapped up in
(un)poetic lips, burning
hotter than the sun.
"I don't give a
damn. I never want this
to stop. Oh, god, please,
this can't stop."
No care for the dimming of
the stars or the
moans that could wake
An intake of breath;
exhaling and eyes fluttering
open, pulse racing and
Misery settling on quivering
lips like a pandemic gliding
on blackened butterfly wings—
it was all just in her head.
I Promise [2P!Canada x Reader](Name) had spent the entire day inside again.I Promise [2P!Canada x Reader]3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Matthew glared at the woman with narrowed eyes from her position on the couch; she was sprawled out in an ungainly fashion, staring up at the ceiling with blank (e/c) eyes, and the television's monochromatic glow made her form look almost alien. She had been watching the old black and white shows yet again, it seemed. Although, from the atmosphere in the room, Matthew could guarantee she hadn't paid attention to the screen even once.
"You promised you'd go outside today," Matthew growled dangerously, crossing his arms as he continued his heated glare at (name) with nearly venomous violet eyes. "What have I said about breaking promises to me, (name)?"
"I'm sorry." Her voice was as colorless as the television program currently playing on the screen. It was devoid of anything and everything that could have even been considered apologetic. "I just didn't feel like it. I'll do it tomorrow. I promise."
"Fucking liar!" the Canadian snarled, his to
Arachnophobia :Captain AmericaXReader:Steve Rogers had seen quite a lot of things in his lifetime.Arachnophobia :Captain AmericaXReader:3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
However, a woman cowering on top of her desk, cellphone clutched desperately in hand, was a sight that was all too new to him.
Especially when said woman just so happened to be you, (first name) (last name).
The Captain rose one blonde eyebrow as he stepped into your office, staring down at his own cellphone and the "text message" that was currently open on the screen. Though it had taken some time (about two months, give or take), Steve had managed to learn the basics of operating the cellular device under your supervision.
"Steve, get your ass in my office, I need your help! PLEASE."
As soon as his phone had gone off—his ringtone, of course, being "America The Beautiful"—and Steve had seen your text, he had sprinted straight from his room at the top of the Avengers Tower all the way to your office on the first floor. You were a receptionist hired by Tony Stark to help Pepper Potts manage certain things wi
AstrologicalI have lost myself toAstrological3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Venus & Mars,
tangled in their mismatched limbs.
Just dream dust & shattered prayers
begging for a new set of skin
(she can't remember where she orbits).
Pluck these fractured wings;
the Sun & Moon no longer ache
to see me fly in their luster.
Wolfsbane Part Nine :wolf!PrussiaXReader: Wolfsbane: Part NineWolfsbane Part Nine :wolf!PrussiaXReader:3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You pulled back, smiling serenely as you surveyed your work. Gilbert shakily lifted his head and stared at you, eyes wide with nothing but disbelief. He opened his mouth to speak, clearing his throat a few times and swallowing, before finally saying in a trembling, astonished tone, "(Name), you're...a...C-Caster...?"
And then it happened.
The power was suddenly gone, back to wherever the strange place it had come from, and your legs buckled from underneath you. The pain was back in your shoulder, blazing up once again in a throbbing, aching tremor. The last thing you heard was Gilbert's distressed cry of "(N-NAME)!!! Hold on...!"
And then you heard and sensed no more.
A familiar darkness surrounded you once more.
The shadows that seemed to be alive--like the shadows that you had seemingly s
Mutinous Affairs [Pirate!Spain x Reader]The man and young woman sit side by side on the creaky wooden bench. They are close to one another; the kind of close that exhibits the desire to be even closer, yet neither wish to risk it. The moon is high and the sea is calm. The ship rocks amongst the waves like a baby in a cradle, and not a sound can be heard.Mutinous Affairs [Pirate!Spain x Reader]3 years ago in Drama More Like This
The man gazes calmly at the dark expanse of sea that spreads out from under the ship like a velvet handkerchief of rippling waves. His green eyes are fixated on the even darker horizon that disappears softly into the water; it is still an hour or so before the sun replaces the moon’s gentle light. His lips are pursed, as if words are being held back, and every so often he adjusts the red coat around him. His brown hair is almost entirely concealed beneath a similarly colored hat, making him look as if he is decked in blood.
The young woman stares at her hands. Her (e/c) eyes do not move from her pale, calloused fingers. The messy, carefree wave of (h/c) hair obscures m
HushHis eyes are the first thing she sees.Hush2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They are red. A bloody crimson, glowing like hellfire in the middle of the dark mass that is he has materialized in, beckoning her closer.
She steps forward, uncertainty trembling on her lips as she reaches out a hand, fingers curling in on each other. The question tumbles forth easily: "Who are you?"
He smiles, his mouth the only other thing visible in an otherwise utterly black figure. "Anyone who you wish me to be. You merely need to give me the orders, and I shall obey."
His voice is otherworldly. It is as if a shadow had learned to speak - silky, smooth, dark and dangerous. She shivers at the sound of it, resisting the urge to hold herself as a chill settles into her very bones. His smile is that of a crescent moon, an upwards curve of a smirk as he watches her like a wolf observing a lamb. "Well, girl? What say you? You did summon me, did you not?"
The girl looks down at her hands. They are forever soiled, though it is invisible, and
Deux ex machinaMaybeDeux ex machina2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you should start being more
honest with yourself.
You will never be a
a sunspot on the
moon; only fallen
heroes belong there,
and your life wasn't
pitiful enough to
cavort with the stars.
The gods love a
good tragedy, but only when
they're the ones
writing the playbill. It
isn't any fun when the actors
forget their lines and
(better draw the curtains
before the performance morphs
into a comedy)
You say "I'm sorry" but in
reality the only thing
you're apologizing for is
leaving before the show
ended and reading the
wrong horoscope that day.