Where I went - Chapter 2Alfred woke up in a panic. His head was pounding, he groaned while he sat up, no longer laying against the uncomforable bed that he was placed on. He looked around the unrecognizable dark room.Where I went - Chapter 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A loud knock came from the door. "C-Come in," he said, fearing of who was on the other side. The door opened, revealing a tall man with a white scarf wrapped snugly around his neck. Alfred looked at the man, something about him was familiar, but he didn't know what.
"How are you?" the tall man said.
Alfred scanned the man from head to toe. He wore a long brown coat, a long white scarf, shiny heavy brown boots, he had blazing purple eyes and platinum blond hair. "I-I ...."
"Whats wrong, da?" the tall man asked.
Alfred flinched when he heard, 'da'. Why though? He asked himself. He had a sudden feeling that he was in danger. He quickly jumped out of the uncomfortable bed, hoping to run from this dreaded feeling. When he began to run something yanked him back to the bed, causing him to stumble.
Team Fortress 2- Chapter 1Team Fortress 2- Chapter 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Wave goodbye to ya head, wanka."
The Sniper pulled his trigger.
The Sniper cocked the bolt on his gun and climbed down from his perch. He straightened his hat as he walked to his camper van, a triumphant grin on his face partially hidden behind his mirror shades. He started it up and drove over the bumpy terrain of the Australian outback, his dashboard bobble head bouncing wildly.
Life on the Australian outback ain't easy. It was hot, dry; loads of animals itchin to finish ya off; Ya had to be dressed properly. Wide brimmed hat to keep the sun outta your eyes. Long sleeved shirt for when the going got tough(his shirt was khaki) and a vest with pockets full of ammo. A good kukri didn't hurt neither.
He'd spent many nights sleeping in the compartment above the cab of his camper van. Sometimes he'd run out of ammo and have to pull out his kukri to do the job. But no matter how bleak things seemed, he always prevailed in the end.
Sometimes it was too hot to do anything,
I'm Lost, I'm Lost...I’m spiraling downward,I'm Lost, I'm Lost...6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Breathing heavily outward,
in a ceaseless slump
And feeling down in the dumps.
I’m lost, I’m lost, make this all stop!
Seated at the desk
I’m immobilized by stress,
Giving work a blank stare
As if I don’t even care.
Feeling under a spell
I cannot cast away,
I’m lost, I’m lost, in a solitary hell.
Each corner lies a wrong turn,
Sorrow swells and anger burns.
I can’t find out why
No matter how I try.
I’m lost, I’m lost, can’t see a way out!
Lying in my bedroom
With a sense of gloom,
Gazing upwards I ask
“How long will this last?”
Drifting off for the night
With fractured faith,
I’m lost, I’m lost, with no guiding light…
Carbon DioxideI feel like I am dying inside.Carbon Dioxide2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Every part of me screams to breathe in the carbon dioxide in your words
So that I might suffocate within the voice that was my downfall.
You tell me
You finally talked to that person you like.
You didn't talk to me yesterday.
I want to make a noose from my tears,
I find that I am happy for you.
I am glad that you are happy,
Even if it wasn't my doing.
This love is not about me.
It was never about me.
It does not exist in the simple plane of needing to be requited and accepted.
I am not infatuated, simply needing to feel your skin on mine.
I am in love,
And so I smile,
And say that I am glad,
And it is not a lie.
My heart combusts,
Pulling inward so quickly, it expels itself,
Creating a supernova,
The start of a new universe.
But I cannot think about that now.
There is a brilliance in your ecstasy that demands my attention.
I say that I hope everything between you works out.
We exchange a few jokes.
We say see you later.
When a girl tell you she loves youWhen a girl tells you she loves you.When a girl tell you she loves you10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
When she stutters those butterflies,
Her eyes go pure, and her heart pauses.
Waiting, hoping, to beat again.
When she gives up me for a we,
Myself for us,
And I to be half a person,
Half of what she could have been.
She gives up being alone, to be alone with you,
She gives up the freedom of her hands, to be held by yours.
She gives up her identity to belong to you
Be there for you, put you above all else
She gives up on herself,
Admitting her failure to cope without you in her life.
She gives up
So she can be yours.
With love she takes a step into the ocean,
Hopping to float.
Hoping for the sun to beat down on her,
Blinding her sight from reality.
Hoping to see colours dancing behind her eyelids
Making starts brightest in the light.
She hopes for the heat to seep through her skin,
Making her very cells glow
And transform into miniature supernovas
Bursting with ecstasy into her veins.
But she’s also ready to drown.
To choke and gasp.
To flood t
Confession about me Silent StrengthI am strong, but please never confuse this strength with invulnerability.Confession about me Silent Strength2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I do hurt.
I do cry.
I do love.
I do feel.
I do get crushed.
I do regret.
But please never think that while I may never show these things in front of you, that I don’t feel them.
Because I do.
More than you could ever imagine.
I’m a hyper sensitive person, forced into a role of strength.
It is just a rare occasion when my reserve breaks and I show it in front of people.
And when this happens, I reach a state of such openness and vulnerability that I fear.
Because I can withstand a thousand blows, but just one word can cut me down. And at that moment, I fear what could be said to me.
I’m very sorry if anyone who see this thinks of me as cold, or heartless, or unfeeling.
It's just in my life, I have had people who rely on me to be the strong one who keeps a level head and calm emotions.
And so when I break in front of someone, I apologize profusely.
Because what if they were someone that needed me
So much for being friends!I tried to tell you how I feltSo much for being friends!10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But you never understood me.
So, I put my feelings on a shelf,
Hoping someday I'd be set free.
People come and people go
That is what I've learned.
But I got too close to raging fires
No wonder I got burnt.
You were the only one I ever trusted;
Secrets flew away.
I gave you everything you ever wanted
Every single day.
I should have known that this would happen,
It would all come to an end.
I guess I'm the fool for trusting you;
So much for being friends.
The Rivers Will Run RedThe Rivers Will Run Red3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My thirst for blood will forever be unquenced,
My ability to acquire blood is immense,
Those who oppose me will fall,
Riot can nerf me but I'll rise above it all,
I'm a power you can't simply stop,
With my WOTA I will remain on top,
I have the best sustain in the game,
I'm a hemomancer I never have to leave lane,
Go ahead charge at my face,
I'll just pool you stupid disgrace,
Bow down to Lord Vlad,
This will be the quickest fight you've ever had,
One does not simply kill me you see,
I just kite you as you chase with my e,
Are you ready for my Transfusion,
Your sense of victory is just an illusion,
The Rivers will run red with the blood of my enemies,
Oh you're b- just my type,
It will empower me as I fight,
I've killed children I have no remorse,
Tell your team to run you're only the first course,
In the CardsIn the Cards4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He was not a psyker.
He had been taken by the Enforcers more than once for testing when they performed their irregular sweeps, or when word of his "talents" had reached them and they checked for latent emergence. But they had found him to be well within acceptable limits, lacking any obvious psychic taint.
This had not noticeably interfered with his income. In fact, if anything, it had built upon his reputation. No one could be seen to be visiting an unlicensed psyker, after all. But one could visit someone officially sanctioned as definitely not a psyker... and whisper behind one's hand that his powers were clearly so great that he could deceive even the penetrating talents of the Emperor's Witch Finders!
He sat in the gloom of his "consulting room" and drummed his fingers impatiently on the table. He was expecting a client and it helped the atmosphere for them to find him deep in meditation in the dark room, its rich furnishings
Haiku: The ladder quandaryHaiku: The ladder quandary4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Look Nick, a ladder!
Maya, that's not a ladder
That's a stepladder.
Possibility Chapter 6Possibility Chapter 63 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Everyone left the mall and I was waiting to be picked up by my brother outside while Mikey was waiting for his mom. We sat next to each other on the curb which was kind of awkward. I like him a lot, but I know he doesn't feel the same way. I mean, he has so many girls drooling over him and he just seems like someone who can't commit to one person, ugh. I hate falling for the bad boy My phone vibrated in my pocket and Riana was calling and I was about to pick up when Mikey started talking so I just hit end.
"So," he said "So " I said back. Ugh! Could this be any more awkward? "It's dark huh?" he said leaning back propping himself up with his hands. "Uh, yeah," I said looking up. Seriously that's all he was gunna say? I sighed and then he looked up and asked me, "So, you like anybody?" My eyes got wide and then I told him, "Yeah, but he doesn't feel the same way " He smirked and looked up at the street light. Then I looked at him and smiled a
The Secret Name: into his arms? (Kuroshitsuji) 8The Secret Name: Into the parkThe Secret Name: into his arms? (Kuroshitsuji) 83 years ago in Romance More Like This
by smilingcrescent | smallsmiles
"Sebastian," Ciel purses his lips and sets the pastry down. He licks his little finger free of cream and fixes me with the most intriguing of expressions. Calculating as ever, but tempered with a desperate sort of curiosity.
Perhaps he's begun to count the days. October already.
"What do you think people think of us?" He lets out his breath in an annoyed stream. "Not like that. I mean, I've always called you my assistant, but maybe that was a little too " he pauses and casts his eyes down, displaying his eyelashes.
Sad. Shy. Two words I would rarely ascribe to ruthless Ciel Phantomhive. I consider him again. Ah, but perhaps more cunning than shy. This is part of his little scheme.
"Next time, sit down with me and at least pretend to have tea." He brushes at a few minu
TiredI'm tired. Just tired.Tired3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tired of always crying myself to sleep
Sick of missing you so much each week.
Exhausted from pretending that I'm okay
Miserable from ignoring you every day.
I don't want to fight with you, no more,
This sorrow exhausts me to my core.
I'm sick of the tears, sick of the pain
I just want to feel normal again.
Pretending we're fine isn't working
I can't hide the fact that I'm hurting.
Please, stop fighting, pick up your phone
You know it's nobody's fault but your own.
Friendly Games.Light illuminated the dark room as a group of people scanned their cards. They all knew that one mistake could cost them the game, as they looked at their adversary; a blue clad ninja named Shen. He sat quietly, and moving staring at his opponents with a cold, stoic look.Friendly Games.3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Garen, the Might of Demacia tensed up at the seemingly perpetual stoic gaze of the ninja.
"Oh crap, why is he staring at me like that? He must think I'm weak, yes that's the only answer. Wait Garen you're just getting paranoid." He internally mused, relaxing a a bit.
"No hes judging you."
The solider tensed up sweating bullets.
"Who said that?"
Across the table Sarah Fortune raised an eyebrow at the distressed Garen. She sighed a bit at him, this happened every time that they did something for fun. Garen was known to get paranoid when it came to Shen and games.
"Garen, you noob. You're letting Shen get to you."
Looking down at her own cards she internally cursed.
"Dammit, well there go m
Tales of Symphonia: Lloyd's Theme- Original LyricsTales of Symphonia: Lloyd's Theme- Original Lyrics3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Why should I wait?
For the world to decide its own fate?
There's no time to stand around,
We have to take our swords and stand our ground.
I won't accept, this cruelty that's always shown,
I'm sure that everyone, throughout this journey will surely grow.
What is wrong? What is right?
We'll settle this all in a fight.
I am sure I can protect,
Everyone to my last breath.
No matter what, we are all the same,
Where is the shame?
Don't think that everything,
Is just what you've brought to believe.
I will make this world change,
There's no strange.
I will not stand down,
I will cry until everyone hears the sound.
For what you believe in,
In this fight we must win.
No longer "try again"
Fight 'til you reach the end.
What If?What if I told youWhat If?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I'd lost the will
To live another day?
What if I told you
That because of you
I may not laugh again?
What if I told you
That I don't care
About myself anymore?
What if I told you
That my entire life
Is spinning out of control?
What if I told you
That I'm done?
I Hate LoveI hate love.I Hate Love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
They tell you love is just amazing and wonderful and fills you with joy.
Well I’m calling their bluff: That’s bullshit.
Love tears you apart, makes you cry and hit the walls. It makes you think these thoughts that you never would have before and feel what you never have before.
It hurts just so much and you can never fully recover from it.
But the reason I hate it the most, is that it scares me. The unknown, the putting full faith in this person and saying: “Yes this is the one person that I will let be my absolute destruction.”
It’s beyond terrifying. Love is just too powerful and so easily damaging.
That’s why I can’t stand it.
Wells, Hugs, and EncountersWells, Hugs, and Encounters3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Wells, Hugs, and Encounters
The purple miasma dissipated around them, letting her eyes view the man holding her by the waist with a possessive, yet dedicated touch. It was as if he was afraid to touch her, but at the same time, he needed to feel the warmth of her body under his trembling hands.
He looked desperate to have her next to him, but his actions made her question things she'd been certain about since their separation. Why he chose magic. Could it be that she'd been wrong all this time and he really did treasure magic more than anything and anyone. But his expression when he saw her again said the opposite, and his words and the way he spoke them was like a man awakening from a nightmare. He'd babbled nonsense, at least to her, and she didn't understand anything that was happening or why. She was in a strange world and a stranger, Jefferson, gave her the means to find him so he'd protect her from the queen.
He said all magic came with a price and she wondered the cost he'd have
RebellionRebellion3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a rainy Saturday afternoon. Normally Simon would have called some friends over to play on his PlayStation, but today this wouldnt happen. His parents didnt allow anyone to come over, because he had gotten a bad grade in the math-test a few days ago. Simon sighed. I know that I just had a bad day I mean, this can happen to everybody Or not? Oh damn, why are my parents so complicated
After studying for his next test, which he had finished very fast, since hes actually a very good student, he sneaked out of his room. His parents were watching a TV show, so there was no possibility that theyd come upstairs and check onto him. Still, it was impossible for him to go outside or call his friends, since theyd notice that sooner or later.
Instead he climbed up into the attic. Simon liked to rummage around up there, even though his parents had prohibited it, since it was Too dangerous or so. When he had close
GaspThere was noGasp3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she pressed her
lips to his
SugarSometimes I think my mother took thalidomide,Sugar3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Except the phocomelia struck my heart and not my limbs;
My hands, left all too capable, too strong perhaps
For one without two ventricles, or even one.
But that is not to say that monsters can’t be angels,
Angels monsters. My mercy is as heaven’s: by the coin,
One transient side to each unwanted fate, for no one
Is of saccharine, through and through.
What Friends Are ForTo feel unlovedWhat Friends Are For5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
To feel betrayed
What are friends for?
To leave you hurt and lonley?
To say "I love you"?
To make you shed endless tears?
These so-called "friends" can be confusing
They can let the littlest things get to you
They don't care if you cry
They'll just slap you in the face
Not a care in the world as they walk away laughing
You stand in the rain as you watch them
Thinking about better times
Whatever happened to the kids you used to know?
Who weren't accusing bitches
Who believed everything they heard
All so close
Now so far apart
You know friends come and go
What doesn't these days?
These thoughts occupy your brain
As you sit alone sobbing
Let them destroy someone else.