Liberty and Justice for AllLove is defined as affection towards another person. This definition does not limit this powerful emotion to just a man and a woman. Of course there are many types of love, such as that of a parent towards a child, or a good friendship, but focus on romantic love. The constitution does not say that love must be confined to a man and a woman either. Yet we as the United States of America still leave it up to states to allow or ban two people of the same sex to become legally married. Some religions believe that homosexuals will go to hell, and some people believe that the planet should be ridden of this filth. Is it wrong to love? Government limits love, religion limits love, and intolerant people limit love, and we must all put up with the hate thrown at us until we can stand up for what is right.Liberty and Justice for All7 years ago in Editorial More Like This
The United States government allows discrimination even though we have the pursuit of happiness. They
To boot. Francis x Mother reader.To boot. Francis x Mother reader.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There you were standing in the dark, cell phone to your ear, staring at a darkened house. It was 'her' house...that b***'s house, that cheaters house. Disgusting.
~Mon Ami i know you you are trying to cheer me up but i zink i just need to be alone for aw'ile.~
"NO FRANCIS!!!" you yelled into the device.
"I will not have you running around crying all because some Bitch ripped your heart out! i will not accept it because you have Matthew to look after!!! He's our son and i will not have you put that child through shit because you were a dumbass!!!"
You stood there huffing and puffing as you remembered what happened.
You and Francis had a thing when you two were in high school. Sadly when you two were thinking about marriage and starting a life together his parents came up with a arranged marriage deal. You knew he had no choice so you broke it off, you both were 23 at this time. After a couple months you found out you were pregnant.
You tried to keep it secret but that bitch M
Daughters of WinterFather gathered us together, the three daughters of winter. To the eldest, he gave the sword Bite. To the youngest he gave Keen. To me, he gave Chill. Our mother watched, her dark eyes fixed upon her fair-haired daughters, pale as the winter sun. We were snow and ice. It is difficult to love creatures so cold, but she tried. She tried to love us just as she tried to love our father and we saw this for what it was and answered in kind. Just as it is difficult to love the cold, the winter itself harbors no love in its heart. We are borne of starvation, the days when the deer strip the trees of bark in desperation and die with skin pulling furrows between the ribs and their eyes freeze and become like glass. We are borne of the cold that steals away breathe and life, and the human blood in our veins was not always enough to counter our natures.Daughters of Winter2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She wore furs, always, while we went about in whatever we cared to. Mother tried to teach us, her wild and pale daughters, of the ways of the sout
England x Reader: Stormy WeatherShivering, you rushed down the sidewalk, eyes fixed on your shoes. You should have known better than to visit England without an umbrella; after all, the land was known for having a plethora of rain. But it was sunny earlier, you begrudgingly thought to yourself.England x Reader: Stormy Weather3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Finally, you stopped to catch your breath, panting as you glanced at your surroundings. Much to your horror, you couldn't recognize any of them, and to make matters worse, it was getting late. The sky, previously a light grey colour due to the storm, was now a shade of jet. Your (favourite colour) jacket no longer provided any warmth for you, droplets of water dripping from the sleeves.
"Excusez-moi, mademoiselle, but are you lost?" asked a concerned voice.
Startled, you looked up with wide (eye colour) eyes to see a man with wavy, blonde hair standing before you, a black umbrella protecting him from the downpour. His blue eyes looked worried, but being that he was a stranger, you couldn't help but instinctively
Ever fallen in love?*Ever fallen in love?6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
...with someone you shouldn’t have fallen in love with?
I can feel you stirring again inside of me, like an itch I’ve just scratched which bubbles away under my skin, not quite becoming fully fledged, but crying for attention; a child’s painting left out in the rain to ruin. Is it love? …or is it simply an obsession, burning away at my heart: eating and corroding my rationality until I feel I cannot bear it any longer, until I feel it consuming me, its long amber tongue flickering and smouldering as it wraps itself around my heart, constricting, squeezing, making me gasp for the air we breathe together.
I long to touch you, hold you close to me and feel your heart beat quicken, entwining with the rhythm of my own. Insecurity laces my tongue, holding me back as I see you now through the eyes of a lover, uncontested perfection. You walk past me, looking at me as a knight would a beggar, seeing only rags and melancholic
Everything Hidden By A SmileEverything Hidden By A Smile3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
A smile is but a simple mask in which we can use to tell people that everything is going to be okay. All I have to do is keep on smiling. I cannot show my weakness, no not now. I have put in way too much effort for me to blow off any of these chances now. But how long can I hold this mask on for. I will have to break eventually, nothing ever lasts. I dread what happens when my mask fails.
From the outside my life looks mostly good. There are some obvious improvements but I am still going well. This is great and all, but to me it is not enough. I don't know if it ever will be enough. I might be doing these things that I have only dreamed of, but still I don't have it all, but I want it, I want it all.
I want a job, is that too much to ask for in this world. You would think that it is a reasonable thing to ask. Then why must this be thing that I am constantly denied. I am nothing without a job. I am even reminded this all the time by those I live with. They say "you can live all the drea
Like Evening RainDream DiaryLike Evening Rain4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
9th July, 2011
"Would you come out here and get away from that computer screen for at least one minute?" blasted mum as she swung the bedroom door open with force enough to ruffle the curtains.
"But they're your friends, not mine." I objected frivolously, not being one for socializing especially at parties where everyone was at least twice my age if not thrice that or more.
"You need to get out there and mingle! All you do all day is sit in front of that computer!"
"The problem being?"
"You're getting fat!"
"The problem being?"
"Just get out here! There are people that want to meet you!"
"You do know I can tell when someone's lying to me, right?"
"They're your relatives! Have the common courtesy to meet them at least once!"
I replied with a displeased gurgling and reluctantly peeled myself off the leather computer chair like chewing gum off sun-baked pavement.
I had lost track of time as I had the tendency of doing. It was getting cold and dark outside nothing like t
CrossroadsThe sent of burning wood washes over me, the air is cold and thick and envelops me like a shroud. The quiet here is deep and searching.Crossroads6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I stand at a crossroads. Behind me stands my past. Before me, my future beckons through inky darkness. My feet are bare and I can see that the road before me is treacherous with broken glass that reflect my fears like a thousand mirrors warping my reflection. The path stretches into the darkness. It could lead to a cliff for all I know. I am blind and afraid.
Her voice wings through the darkness, Her breath fans my cheek. "Do you have what it takes?" She asks. My heart thunders in my ears like frenzied drums, cold sweat dances down my temples. I hesitate. "You've come far child, you've learned to fight, you've learned true sacrifice but what about surrender? Can you surrender yourself completely to death in the hopes to find true life? Can you take the risk? Can you risk love and loss to become your true self? Can you breathe the waters of my mysteries
Divinity-Six word storyOn the stage,Divinity-Six word story4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
we are gods.
FrancexReader: Meaning*Translations are in the artist's comments!FrancexReader: Meaning2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She couldn't tell if he was being serious, or if he was simply messing around with her, as he often did. His eyes had a desperate glint, his lips were pulled into a nervous lineóbut then, he'd always been good at acting in various ways to get what he wanted, though the last thing she'd expected him to feign was insomnia.
"Come on, Francis," she said, giving him a doubtful look. She folded her arms across her chest and studied his anxious expression, trying to gauge its genuineness. "You're not really having trouble falling asleep, are you? Don't you usually sleep like a log?"
"J'ai eu un cauchemar," he murmured. His gaze dropped to the floor, and he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "I can't sleep now."
Her heart softened at his uncharacteristically hesitant tone, and she relaxed a little, leaning back against the wall. "What was the nightmare about?" she asked, gentling her own voice.
He shook his head, furrowing h
Alones Aqua Timezoreta awai tsubasa kimi wa sukoshi aosugiru sora ni tsukareta dake saAlones Aqua Timez8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
mou dareka no tame janakute jibun no tame ni waratte ii yo
izentoshite shinobiyoru kodoku uchigawa ni tomoru rousoku
nigiwau PAATI gouka na SHANDERIA to wa urahara ni
tarinai kotoba no kubomi o nande umetaraiin darou
mou wakaranai ya..
semete yume no naka de jiyuu ni oyoge tara anna sora mo ira nai noni
kinou made no koto o nuritsubusa naku te mo ashita ni mukaeru noni
oreta awai tsubasa kimi wa sukoshi aosugiru sora ni tsukareta dake sa
mou dareka no tame janakute jibun no tame ni waratte ii yo
Your folded, fragile wings are just tired from the pure blue sky. You dont have to force your smiles for anyone. Its ok to smile... For yourself. Hearing your sweet voice didnt always hurt. Its too late to block it from the inside. I want to take back our time, but luck and karma are against me. There are no words, but your eyes cant hide what you want to say. I dont even know anymore... Tr
Melting Snow Chapter 7 (Caramac)Melting Snow Chapter 7 (Caramac)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. It belongs to The Hub, Hasbro, Studio B, and Lauren Faust. I do not own any of these characters in any way or how, nor do I claim ownership to the pony franchise. These characters are simply my toys.
"Time flies when... well you know the rest.”
Chapter 7: Hearth's Warming Eve
"I don't understand why you're so nervous."
Caramel let a whinny loose from his lips at the words from his brother, daring to give a mild glare at the other through the mirror's reflection. However his frown was short lived, for his belly was turning with excitement at the moment, a kind of excitement he hadn't felt in quite some time. His frown flipped, turning into a small grin as he brou
SynesthesiaI fell in love with a pianist's hands.Synesthesia4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They danced across my skin in minuets, his fingers tripping cadenzas up and down my spine. He brushed sonatas through my hair and across my shoulders, pianissimo. I trembled beneath his trills. The primal, earnest rage of Bach swelled in hot crescendos along my throat, beneath my ribs, guided by his hands --- Mozart, coolly logical, raised goosebumps down my arms --- Chopin soothed the fire and finally calmed my hammering heart.
I fell in love with a pianist's hands, listening from the back of the coffee shop while my lungs fought for breath, making wishes until he was gone.
I'm The Girl Who...~~Who Am I?~~I'm The Girl Who...4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I'm the girl who...
Would rather stay inside
Than go out with her friends
Would watch anime all day long
And never get sick of it
Loves to listen to blaring music
Even if it might make her deaf
Would prefer to stay in on sunny days
To write poems about feelings
Eats and eats and eats
Until she is satisfied
Doesn't care what people think
As long as she does the right thing
Wants to fall in love
But is too afraid to get hurt
Epiphany"For those who don't know me very well, I have self esteem issues. My depression might play a role in that, but I know that I've felt this way for way too long. I've felt like shit because I always place myself on an imaginary scale, compare myself to others, and only to find out I fall short of the standard. I use to do it to keep myself from getting big headed. Growing to a point where instead of keeping me in check, it has now tore my self esteem to shreds.Epiphany4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I feel horrible about myself. I've spent years weaving up tales and excuses to show people how worthless I am. Maybe it was a way to show them that I'm not that great. (I guess I have a fear of pedestals.)
Either way, I realized how stupid of me it was to do that.
Sure, I have PLENTY of flaws to go around. I know I'm not perfect. All I know is that I'm the perfect kind of human being because I realize all my flaws and screw ups. I know not to expect too much of myself, but I shouldn't look at myself in a degrading way . It
SommeAugust 3rd, 1916Somme2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
These damn trenches, I swear to God. Nothing but mud and rotting corpses. Hell, I even saw a rat feasting on one of the corpses. It was horrible and disgusting to witness, I say. First off, if anyone finds this if I am dead, my name is Private Alfred D. Charles. I'm 18 years of age. I was born in London, England on April 19th, 1898. I am in the British Armed Forces, obviously. I am in the Northern part of the Somme River, where we are fighting those sausage eating* bastards. Right now, its a hot and clear day. Those Huns* will never stop shooting at us. I managed to return fire today as I heard a yelp in the distance; probably an unexpected Hun to be killed. But after I managed fire a shot at him, he never returned fire. Lets just say that's my first kill. Another soldier next to me patted me on the back, saying "Good work, Private. That's one we don't need!" We both gave a good laugh. For the first time, I actually felt real pride in me. I don't know why. Maybe for th
A Vampire's LamentOne bite cursed an empty casket.A Vampire's Lament4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
.:Hurry Up And Save Me:. GermanyxReader.:Hurry Up And Save Me:. GermanyxReader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hurry Up And Save me"
I'm going through the same day
Same place, same way I always do
Then I saw you from the corner of my eye
And it hit me like a ton of bricks, I can't lie
Oh, you got to me
You were outside today, in the almost one-hundred degree heat doing work for your parents, as they had better things to do...meaning they wanted to stay inside and watch T.V. all day.
You were in charge of most things chore related around the house. Even at age seventeen, your parents still treated you like a ten year old slave, making you do everything for them, and when you refused or had done your chore wrong, you were beaten.
In fact, you had to wear jackets and pants to cover up bruises and scars your parents had given you. Though the ones on your face were just there for you to lie about, and let people think you were clumsy and fell all the time, causing your eye to be black, or your jaw to be bruised. No one would have believed it
See with blind eyes Chapter 18_____ Name/nicknameSee with blind eyes Chapter 187 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
”Come on Jack, wake up!” You shook his arm, but he didn’t respond. He wasn’t even snoring, it was like he was a corpse. You were sitting him up, and you almost flung him across the room, he was so light. You grabbed his shoulders, shook him furiously, and all he did was grumble.
”Wake up will you!?” You huffed out loudly, and let go of him. He fell backwards, and hit the wall, making him whine.
”Oh god, I’m so sorry!” You tried looking at his head, but how were you supposed to know if it was alright, considering you can't see?
”I give up..” You sat down on the bed, leaning your back against the wall.
‘What am I supposed to do!? He won’t wake up, he won’t even move! I’d like to call North, but it’s not like I have his phone number..’
You all of a sudden heard a little thump right outside your door. The noises were so silent, there’s no way in hell that c
Love Songs to the MoonHe's lonely, just another dreamer-boy with his head in the clouds.Love Songs to the Moon4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
For a boy who would never be loved, he had so much love in him.
She runs her tongue along her teeth. Are you afraid of dragons? she asks.
I imagine her with scales and wings, breathing fire. I tell her no, I'm a knight in shining armour.
Oh, she says with mock seriousness, you're fearless then.
I'm afraid, I say softly, I'm afraid of falling.
She leans in close. I feel her breath on my lips as she whispers, What about falling in love?
I forget how to breathe. The world starts to spin and I close my eyes.
Then she kisses me full on the mouth and my spine turns to feathers. I feel hollow, weak, like I just might blow away in the wind with this fairytale reaching across my tongue. I feel her lips against mine; my heart starts to beat too fast and I feel a tingling sensation across my chest. I think my lungs are going to catch fire.
He likes to run the broken sidewalk and sing love songs to the moon. He doesn't ne
CelesCeles10 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
On the Aleutian Islands on November 6th, 1971 as part of Operation Grommet, a Spartan ABM warhead was detonated, the largest ever underground. Unknown to the people who were conducting it, a Dragon egg encased in stone had been down there for centuries, waiting for the right moment to hatch. When the test occurred, the egg was exposed to the nuclear radiation and therefore mutated the creature inside it. When the test was over and the site abandoned after 1971, some days later the egg hatched! Normally the Dragon inside would grow to average human size, about 6 ft 7 tall but this was not the case after it mutated. The creature grew to enormous size and left the island in search for a new home. On the way it attacked fishing ships from Japan and America but fortunately nobody was killed, just some injuries. It then rose up from out of the sea and stomped across the Panama to get to the Atlantic. It dropped bits of ships that he attacked earlier on Jamaica, no longer needing it. It then
One Mistake can Last Forever Ch 10 (5 years later)One Mistake can Last Forever Ch 10 (5 years later)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Berlin and her cousin Madrid (Spain and Romano's son) got off the bus. It was their first day of kindergarten at Hetalia Elementary School.
Berlin saw Italy watering the garden and ran up to him. "Papa!" Berlin yelled.
Italy dropped the hose and welcomed Berlin home with open arms. "Ciao Berlin, how was your first day?"
"It was wonderful! Except for one of the boys in my class kept pulling on my curl."
"Who was doing that?" Italy said, acting like he's mad.
"Madrid! He kept grabbing my curl."
"tsk whatever, where's my parents?" Madrid asked. Madrid looked like Spain but had Romano's additude.
"I think we can forgive your cousin. They are inside, arguing." Italy said as he picked Berlin up.
"Again? Why can't they be happily married like you and Vater?" Berlin asked.
Germany walked into the living room and saw Italy and Berlin outside. He smiled and bumped into Madrid.
"Watch it!" Madrid said as Romano walked into the room.
"Madrid! What do you say to the German?" Romano asked.