The hearts bondThe hearts bond2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The hearts is a strong thing it binds two souls together in the beautiful thing called love. love is the connection that brings two people together. as distance may separate the body it will not separate the heart. absence makes the heart grow fonder. Those who take this amazing thing for granted are not but fools. love may be strong like steel but if tempered just right even the mightiest of steel will bend and break. be not a fool but a wise man or woman and embrace the love you are given. hold your mate forever more and let the wings of love protect the love.
Someone to love: ArrivalChapter One: ArrivalSomeone to love: Arrival2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"He has entered the city mistress" said a well-dressed Asian butler.
"So he finally made it about time" a whimsical feminine voice rang out from the darkened room.
Yugi Moto a young man of short height a wild hair stood on the side of the road in the bustling city holding his luggage and a piece of paper given to him by his grandfather, may he rest in peace, giving him directions to his long lost aunt, Yuko Moto, who had left their home town before yugi's birth to "get away from the dead end life of Domino". After his parents had passed away all Yugi had was his grandfather. That was until six months ago when they found the tumor. Now all he had was this note to some unknown relative in a strange city.
Yugi looked around when he felt a hand on his shoulder, startled Yugi turned around to meet two bright blue eyes set behind a pair of glasses. The said eyes belong to a very tall male dressed in butler's getup; he had short black hair and a very kind smile.
Mona The Turning Mona, the TurningMona The Turning4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Was Halloween night.The full moon was shinning on the sky, floodlighting the pumpkins that had sprung on the backyard of the old mansion. And searching on the place was Mona Parker, now a pretty nymphet 12 years old,with little tits,a cute bubble butt and shaped legs.With her usual vampire disguise, a brim bag and a flashlight, she had only her pet Fang like company.And while she does her search,Mona remembers again the facts and rumors about that place,belonging to Giselle Von Voosel a gorgeous and gifted silent movie star w
Ride for FreedomRide for Freedom2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She wandered silently. The tears that hid behind her eyes refused to flow…for she wouldn’t let them show. She walked on through the trees and the bushes. The sky was turning into a flaring orange and purple as the sun was beginning to grow heavy in the sky’s grasp and was starting its decent down beyond the horizon. She knew that it would be dark again…and she had nowhere to rest her head. No place to call her home. With that thought in mind, she shifted the large backpack she had strapped over her shoulders and pressed onward. For the place she had left behind her had not been a place she could call home either.
The trees began to open way to the sight of a large and lonely meadow. The grass swayed in a light evening braze, creating ripples along the meadow like water. It was like an ocean of green that was cascaded in the light of a setting sun. The mountains and hills that towered in the distance seemed to go on forever and bask a shadow down on everything
MaybeMaybe if I stare a little longer,Maybe3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe if I wish a little harder,
Maybe if I cry a little less,
Maybe if I smile a little more.
Maybe if I notice every detail of your pictures, one bye one. Maybe if I keep them all in my pocket, my wallet, my phone and my heart. Maybe then, I wont feel so far apart. Maybe if I look at those pictures every day, every time I want to cry, every time I want to just give in and die. Maybe then there will be a little less asking "why??".
Maybe if I replay that accidental voice message you left, over and over.
Maybe if I go through the messages I saved.
Maybe if I pull forward every memory I kept safe in my mind.
Maybe if I put on all my make up, dress all pretty, and act my sweetest. Maybe if I smile a lot, and use my soft voice. Maybe then your family wouldn't hate me so. Maybe if I dance around all sweet and swift, and never show the heaviness in my feet. Maybe if I don't stay up late, do all my homework, pull straight A's. Maybe then they will see me as
Hetalia PrussiaxReader- Peeps, Part 1Hetalia PrussiaxReader- Peeps, Part 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
_____ cheerfully stepped onto the front porch of her boyfriend's and his brother's house, and knocked on the door to the beat of the old tune "Shave and a Haircut", ringing the doorbell for the last two beats. The man who came to the door, Ludwig Beilschmidt, knew exactly who it was before even opening the door just from the manner in which she knocked upon it.
"Hallo, _____," he greeted her in his gruff, yet still somewhat gentle voice.
_____ smiled brightly. "Hi, Luddy! Is Gil home?"
He grunted, displeased that she used his nickname, and opened the door wider for _____ to come in.
_____ had been to their house many times before, and knew exactly where to go. "Gil!" _____ called near the closed door of the basement. "Are you in there? I brought a present!"
The basement door immediately burst open and out bolted the Prussian albino. He was going so fast that he accidentally ran into _____ and knocked her down, and _____ taking him down with her.
"Ow..." _____ rubbed the back of her hea
I'm here for youI'm here for you2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know it hurts for I've felt your pain
You want to give up
and let the enemies erase you
So I'm telling you now
That your life isn't over
There's still a chance to find happiness
and to have a smile
There's many who feel the same as you do
and I'm sure you know that is true
But did you know that I'm one of those people
who wishes they'd disappear?
I plaster a smile on my face around you
and everyone else
But inside it's cold and dark
and taken over by misery
So I'm telling you now
that all my words are true
I want to be the one
you run to when you're scared
I want to be the shoulder to cry on
when your broken down and alone
I'm always there for you with arms opened wide
please don't over look me now
I'll gladly push all my pain far away
if it would help you recover
And if all you need is a hug
then I'll hug you tight and not say a word
All I'm saying is you're not alone
I'm right here for you whenever you need me
I'm your friend
Marie y Thomas- La vida en la segunda dimension 26Marie y Thomas- La vida en la segunda dimension 262 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Capitulo XXVI Al final todo ira bien ¿O no?
(Favor de abrir otra ventana y poner esta triste canción)
Interestatal (A 20 km del área limítrofe)
Los hermanos Johnson regresaban con Thomas al camión, pero se preocuparon al ver que las chicas no se encontraban ahí.
Xavier- ¿Dónde están todas?
Thomas- Amanda y Marie siguieron a Jazz al bosque para asegurarse de que estuviera bien.
Fred- Entonces iré a ver como están.
Fred se separo de su hermano y su primo para regresar por las muchachas.
El camino entre los arboles hasta que pudo distinguir los cabellos pelirrojos de su familia, se acercó a ellas sin hacer escandalo.
Fred- Hola, ¿y Jazz?
Marie y Amanda apuntaron al mismo tiempo a la misma dirección, el dirigió su mirada a un enorme árbol en el que Jazz se h
Gummi Bear's StoryGummi Bear's Story2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When Gummi was young, she was short and small
Outside of her cave she was not allowed to go
She dreamt of the woods beyond her home
She wanted to see where the river does flow
She took one step out, against the rule and to everyone she was new
She met some of her kind and some that were not
Some big and grey
Some small and green.
Some way up high, spotty and yellow
Some furry and brown, hiding in the trees;
Running up and down, doing as they please
Her favourite kind, so gentle and sweet;
Was her friend whom now we'll meet
Dark brown in colour was his soft fuzzy hair
He was a rabbit often mistaken for a hare
Eating carrots was his habit
Indeed, he did not share!
Now in present time, they meet outside her cave,
Which you could say was once a day
He shared those carrots he did crave;
As they watched the stars, under the tree they lay
What they did not see beyond those trees;
Were two eyes of a mother who wasn't very pleased.
She called her husband, the most frightening bear among all;
LibertadLibertad3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Libertad was the only foal born unto a happy, but average family. His father was the typical young stallion, ambitiously striking out from his herd in order to start a family of his own; while his mother, on the contrary, was in a word, a goddess. The divine mare was a glossy chestnut with stark white eyes. Majestic white wings struck up from her shoulders and rested upon her back. When she galloped upon sloping hills or wide, spacious plains, Libertad witnessed how she unfolded her wings and took flight, soaring up into the sky like an eagle. She could just as easily conceal her set of wings as well, though. As her son, Libertad was born with his own pair of magnificent wings, but never learned how to hide them.
His mother disappeared after his second birthday, but he never blamed her for her actions, for he knew she loved him dearly. Libertad's father, left alone to take care of the cold, was unsure about Libertad. No new bachelors or mares would want to be in his herd with a creatur
There's something about you..There's something about youThere's something about you..3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I can't put my finger on it
You're different from the rest
But in a good way
I don't know what it is about you
But you pull me in
Maybe it's your eyes, full of happiness
Or your long, wavy hair
It could even be your smile
One that is so big and bright
I don't understand why I feel like this
Every time I see you, talk to you
Or even just imagine you with me
My heart races 10x fast
It only happens when I think of you
You entice me, make me happy
And most of all, you love me back
That must be it.. No one else could love me back as much as you do
No one else would put up with me
I guess that's also why I love you so much too
I'm glad you're different from the rest
Because compared to you, the rest are like clouds in the sky
All pretty much the same and something you see every day
Please stay different from the rest
And please stay with me too.
I love you.
You're Just...You're Just...3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
My heart skips a beat, like a skipping stone,
It's a rush.
It's like moonlight. To fade away,
it takes a word that's longer than a while
sweet as the sound of a chime
like the words of a poem that rhyme.
like soft rose petals. I'm taking dips
in the ocean of your talk.
when you walk that walk.
freezes time, oh, I can write a book.
the only one I see now.
Inspector Gadget: An EssayInspector Gadget: Building a Better HeroInspector Gadget: An Essay2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
The media industry has been taken over by the geeks. The rise of the internet has allowed more and more adults to indulge in their love for cartoons, sci-fi and fantasy. This has in turn led to a rise in producers investing in nostalgic franchises, with revivals of classic series such as My Little Pony, The Muppets and Transformers proving to be big hits, and many more in the works.
One of the classic shows due for a revival is Inspector Gadget, with a new series confirmed to début sometime in 2013 . The original show, produced in 1983 by DiC Entertainment, was a major success during its original syndication, lasting 86 episodes and is still shown in reruns around the world. Little is known about the alleged new series at the time of writing, but this isn't the first time that the franchise has been revived, with previous attempts including two live-action films, three an
Dreams from Far AwayWatch the sunset from your windowDreams from Far Away3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And pretend you're in the city
Pebbles and cobblestones fill your pillow
And level all simple boundaries
Imagine for a moment
That they'll never know your name
Identities came and went
All but a never ending game
Dream of the freedom
In a place that never sleeps
The sounds of the street a quickening drum
To wake you from bad dreams
Believe me my friend
You'll get there someday
Time will soon descend
To take you to the city, far away
Shadamy 2 The next morning I woke up bright and early. Yawning, I checked the alarm clock. 7 am. I had to be there at nine.Shadamy 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Mmmm, wish I could get more sleep." I mumbled snuggling back into the covers.
"No! Amy! You have to get up!" I scolded myself. "Where would it get you in life if you just laid around and did things the lazy way?"
I pulled myself up and jumped out of bed. "Working hard equals success, Amy!"
I marched into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I combed my hair and arranged it into a neat pony tail. I saw how the tip of my hair reached my shoulders; it was growing. Then I quickly pulled on my work clothes which were a red shirt with the words "Juicy Fruity Smoothies" on it and some khaki shorts. I then checked out my appearance in the mirror.
reprisereprise3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
words tossed gently
on a spinning river top
sink as stones to rise again
and kiss the break of day.
resurface, ripple, and repeat.
NaruFest: Kissing BoothThe weather had been awful the previous day. The ground was still muddy and soggy, mushy from the hard downpour the thunderstorm had let loose upon Konoha. The winds had managed to uproot several electricity poles throughout the city, and tree limbs dotted the streets like decorations.NaruFest: Kissing Booth3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So it was with great difficulty that Hinata managed to maneuver her way through the wreckage to
The only happy ones about this are the plants, Hinata thought somewhat begrudgingly. It was no easy feat, getting around numerous fallen branches and splashing through tons of puddles. Hinata's feet were soaked, and as she parked her bike y the side of the school and walked in, they squished and squelched against the ground with every step she took. And she took a lot of steps. Because, you know, short people need to.
Hinata, needless to say, was not in the most pleasant of moods that morning.
But once she walked inside the building, she felt her edginess ease slightly. The almost-re
El mentiroso-Cap 1El mentiroso-Cap 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Madrid, 30 de Junio de 3030
Cierro el cuaderno en el que estoy escribiendo. Hace días que empecé un diario. Respiro con profundidad y miro el cielo. No veo nada nuevo y no me gusta, me aburro. Estoy sentada en el banco de Aldrich. Recuerdo cuando era más pequeña y hablaba con él. El tiempo pasaba rápido escuchándole.
John era una persona extraña, pero a mí me caía bien. Llevo dos años intentando investigar sobre quién era en realidad, pero parece haberse esfumado en la nada. Nadie le recuerda, no hay ningún escrito sobré él, ningún archivo informático. Ningún periódico, nada. Su casa fue derruida y todo rastro de su existencia, borrado. Fue como si las mentes de las personas hubiesen sido formateadas como a un ordenador.
Es como si nunca hubiese existido. ¿Soy yo la única que le recuerda?
Por supuesto, menos encuentro sobre su supuesta máquina del tiempo.
E'vesdarE'vesdar3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
E'vesdar was born to find his parents killed before he ever got the chance to know them. The only thing he remembers about that day are the deep, emerald green eyes of his mother gazing stonily at him with the cold, lifeless stare that only the dead possess, scaring him to death at the time. The sight sent a chill down his spine, and he ran in response. He galloped as mightily and as far as his pounding, small hooves would take him. Finally, cold and tired, he broke down in the middle of a field and lost conscious. He never saw his parents again. The next morning he woke up with the strength of a stallion, a stallion who had witnessed things most others could never understand. He was old before his time, but with a stronger resolve because of it.
The kingdom took him in and provided care for him, feeding him and making sure he had a place to sleep. Little did E'vesdar know he would have to repay it all two fold when he matured into a full grown stallion. Upon turning three, he was wake