Train WreckWeTrain Wreck1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
just waiting to
happen; but I’m on the edge of my seat.
2p Romano X Reader Ch.2You awoke a couple hours later, to the calling of your mother.2p Romano X Reader Ch.22 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“(y/n)! I need to talk with you for a moment!”
Rolling onto your side, you sat up on the bed, rubbing your eyes. You quickly glanced to the clock. 6:30 p.m. You had slept for 3 hours. Pushing your self up from the bed, which took much more effort than it should have, you groggily made your way to the Kitchen. Your mother was still seated at her desk, her hands folded, she gestured for you to take a seat in the little dining chair in front.
“What’s wrong mom?” You asked precociously, slowly sitting down.
“It’s about tomorrow. I have to go and do some work for a client a couple towns over, and I won’t be back until an hour after you get home. Just make sure you have your key okay? I don’t want you to forget.”
2p Romano X Reader Ch.1The bell rang. A swarm of High schoolers entered the halls, pushing, shoving to get to their buses parked outside in the lot. The school day was done, finally. You had sat through hours of your teachers explaining what chromosomes are, how to do the quadratic formula, and a whole bunch of other shit, you were pretty sure you would never need in reality. Coming out of History, your favorite class, you strolled down the hall to your locker. You waved to a few of your friends who passed by on their way to the buses. Opening your locker and gathering your things, you finally headed out and boarded your own bus towards home. It was loud as usual. You groaned and found a seat to sit in by yourself. Crossing your arms, you turned your head towards the window idly, ready to endure the long ride back home.2p Romano X Reader Ch.12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
At your bus stop, you ran down the steps and pulled your bag up over your shoulder, not caring to look back at the bus. You kicked a rock in your path as you made y
2p Romano X Reader Ch.4 You felt you're face heat up at the contact of his hand to your cheek. You're eyes widened as the man that wavered over you, slowly leaned his face even closer to yours. With a sudden flood of energy, you pushed the blond back and ran down the hallway to your left. Your heart racing, you groaned as you realized you had made a big mistake. There were no windows or a back door at this end of the house. You're legs moved on their own as you made your way to your mothers room. You slammed the door shut behind you, and quickly locked it. You tried to calm your breathing as you searched the dark room, fumbling for the light switch. You're eyes glanced around frantically trying to find something, anything to help you escape. You're eyes finally landed on the old phone on the night stand. You ran to it, abruptly freezing in your tracks as you heard a knock at the door.2p Romano X Reader Ch.42 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Darling? You know, it's not very polite to leave your guest all alone..." The doorkn
2p Romano X Reader Ch.3 Your eyes widened with fear. Your heart began to race as the man across from you stared you down. You backed up to the sink, unable to control your panicked breathing. The man smiled, his hands folded on his lap and his legs crossed on the black swivel chair. He was wearing a white blazer with matching pants, a black shirt and a light pink scarf swung loosely around his neck, and sunglasses. He swished a strand of blond hair from his face, then tilted his sunglasses down and winked at you. You raised an eyebrow and tried to back up further, only having yourself back into the sink.2p Romano X Reader Ch.32 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Who the hell are you?!” you exclaimed, your voice shaking slightly.
The man pouted and pushed his glasses back up onto his nose, crossing his arms across his chest.
“Now that’s not very nice to say to a guest.” he replied.
Once he had utter
SpaMano-The Flames of the HeartHe was alone. Who was he kidding? He was always alone. It didn't matter anyways. He knew how people saw him, how everyone felt about him. They all hated him. He didn't blame them though. Who could come to like someone like him anyways? No one cared about how he was, or even who he was.They all liked his little brother better than him. The cute, adorable, lovable Feliciano. No one even cared to notice poor Lovino.SpaMano-The Flames of the Heart2 years ago in Romance More Like This
He sat in the dark corner of the antiquarian-style living room of the vast, lonely house he had come to know as "home". His face was drawon in a scornful and depressed pout. His knees drawn up to his chest, he sat in bitter silence, listening to all the creaks and sounds an old house makes. He flinched suddenly as the high-pitched doorbell broke through the silence.
"Lovino! It's me! I'm home!" a deep, broad voice exclaimed from beyond the heavy oak door.
A Spanish accent. It was Antonio. He was the Master of the house. The one who forced Lovino to stay there, to work for
Not AloneShe was cold...no more than that...she was freezing. She could barely feel her toes as she walked along the frigid, snow covered ground. She wished there was someplace warm that she could go, but where could she find such a place. Ever since she left the home of her younger brother and went out on her own, things had been going downhill. She had no one to help her, no friends, and her brother would never help her now that she left. No one wanted her as a friend anyway, 'Who would?' she thought. All anyone ever wanted from her was her body, and to have power over her. No one would care if she died here, if she gave up right now. All they would do is go and take everything she had. 'Thats funny' she thought 'What do I have anyways? Nothing, thats what. The harvests have gone down so low, that most don't even have enough food to get through the winter. My economy is so bad that we have to tax the poor citizens even more, yet they don't even havNot Alone2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Stairway to Paradise- Ch1- FMA Fan FictionThere reaches a point where you believe it can't get any worse.Stairway to Paradise- Ch1- FMA Fan Fiction2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
When you get past that point, they call it a nightmare.
When you pass that, well, then it must be called purgatory.
He had had a lot of time to think it over, and that's what he decided this was: Purgatory.
He felt something latch onto his automail foot and cried out, heart racing and hand flying to instinctively cover his throat as he kicked out. The creature let out a surprised yelp and its presence slinked back, away from his corner.
He had been dozing again, taking advantage of the brief snippets of peace between agonies, but he could never truly sleep. Not when he was so cold and so hungry. Not when he shared this tiny cell with three feral wolves that would much rather eat him than leave him to his rest. He thought he had gotten his bluff in on them in the beginning, thrashing them every time they so much as looked at him funny, but he had been told animals had a sixth sense for weakness.
Well, if he was anything rig
Soul Maka: ResonanceWhen she had first partnered up with Soul, she didnt think either of them had any clue what was in store.Soul Maka: Resonance5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Just another pair of weapon and meister, training to battle your normal run of the mill kishin eggs like hundreds of other Death City residents.
It was a pretty professional relationship. as professional as two stubborn teens could get, at least. Neither had shown any romantic interest in eachother for a long time, even while living together.
She had agreed to train him to be a Death Scythe, thinking of him purely as JUST a weapon, and he had probably thought of her as JUST a meister that would get him to the top.
It was a mutual relationship.
Of course it wasn't as cold and boring as it seemed. Obviously living together had gradually brought them closer, by their 80th soul (BEFORE the Blair incident) they could comfortably call eachother close friends, often spending time together despite their constant bickering.
She thinks it was right around when Soul had protected her from Ste
The FairytaleShe is the Princess.The Fairytale2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Adorned with gorgous features, graceful actions, and a gigantic heart, Liechtenstien was her name. Her kingdom was merged with another... until the war occured. Despite the gained independence, her kingdom was crumbling. Her kind slim fingers just weren't strong enough.
Taking noble acts one after another, tragedy wasn't satified. Liechtenstien watched as her beloved kingdom fell before her. She ran in under the crying clouds, unable to think of the next action.
The damsel in distress.
Resting in the shadows of the umber building, she looks almost like an angel who fell from the Heavens. I just couldn't take my eyes off of her. Liechtenstein slightly sirred, but she still didn't notice me. Her rough breathing revealed her severe exhaustion.
Finally, something... Emerged inside me.
I could NOT leave her alone. I felt a sense of duty that I must protect her no mat
GayI'm not broken.Gay2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
† † † † † † † † † †"I can't believe you."
† † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † "It shouldn't be like this."
† † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † "...Awful...Needs help..."
I'm not broken.
† † † † † † † † † †"You need to stop!"
† † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † †
† † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † "Why don't you want help?"
† † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † "It's wrong!"
I'M NOT BROKEN.
† † † † † † † † † †"Disgusting thing."
† † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † "I can't look at you."
† † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † "Why won't you act right?"
† † † † † † † † † †
Stop trying to fix me.
† † † † † † † † † †"There's no way it will go away?"
† † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † "You need to DO
Gajeel x Levy Oneshot - Iron BirthdayGajeel x Levy Oneshot - Iron Birthday3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Soon." Levy said to herself as she put on her dress. Today was her boyfriend's birthday and she was taking him to dinner. Even though he didn't like eating normal food, she would give him a wonderful dessert. She brushed her hair and kept it down, not using a bandanna to keep her bangs back. They did not obscure her eyes and it made her look cute. She gazed at her appearance in the mirror. Her dress was a beautiful shade of orange, the color that looked best on her. She smiled and put on a light lip gloss, giving her lips a nice sheen. Levy looked to the clock on her bedside table. It was sitting atop a bunch of books, not unusual for Fairy Tail's local bookworm. It was quarter of seven. Their dinner reservations were at seven-o-clock, so it was time to head out. She took hold of her purse and left, a small spring in her step. She completely forgot her coat, which was laid out on her bed.
The two of them had agreed to arriving at the restaurant separately. Levy stood outside t
Soul x Maka - FanFic - PoetryPoetrySoul x Maka - FanFic - Poetry4 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Eh? What's this?" Asked Soul, picking up a piece of paper that had been left on the cluttered kitchen counter.
"D-Don't read that!" Yelped Maka.
She made a desperate attempt to snatch the paper out of Soul's grasp. Soul used his height as an advantage and lifted the paper out of Maka's reach.
"C'mon, Soul! This isn't cool!" Whimpered Maka.
"What's not cool is not sharing this with your partner." Replied Soul, Smirking, "Sharing is caring."
"Well maybe I don't care!" Huffed Maka.
"Ouch! You hurt me right here." Laughed Soul, playfully clutching his chest as if in agony.
"Don't mock me!" Maka growled, stomping her foot in annoyance.
No matter how mature Maka acted, she always had her childish moments.
"Alright, I won't mock you." Chuckled Soul, "Instead, I'll read this."
Soul did his best to hold in his laughter, but failed miserably.
"What's so FUNNY?" Asked Maka in a threatening tone.
"T-This is!" Soul replied while in the midst of laughter.
"It's a heartfelt poem." Explained M
Soul Eater - HeatSoul Eater - Heat5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Soul started awake one night. It was summer and he had left his window open to get the rare cool breeze, but it was hot. Too hot for comfort.
The pages of a book rustled as the cool breeze played through his room again. By the light of the moon he noticed that his bedroom door had been left open. He was sure he had shut it before going to bed.
Ignoring it, he turned over to look at his clock and see what time it was. Instead of coming face to face with his clock he turned over to face Maka.
She breathed lightly, easily, peacefully for the first time in weeks since defeating the kieshen. The only thing he wandered about was why she was in his bed and not her own.
"Hey, Maka," he said in a low voice, poking her cheek to try to wake her.
She turned over so that she was facing
Victubia: Burning Embers (Ch.2)Cry’s eyes opened slowly. He took in his surroundings carefully, realizing that he was in the royal castle and a lady was sitting in a chair next to the velvet bed he was in. Cry tried touching his face, but a white porcelain mask blocked it. He sighed with relief. The woman next to his bed was no other than Raven, one of his friends from Victubia Magi Academy and bartender at the Late Night Bar. He flinched.Victubia: Burning Embers (Ch.2)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There Cry was washing the cups for the night while Scott and Snake wiped the tables. Meanwhile, Raven and Red were shutting all the windows and mopping the floors. Pewds, Ken, Marzia, Mark, and Yami were all chatting endlessly at the counter. Today had been Marzia and Pewds’ anniversary so Cry held a party at the bar. It was great fun, but little did he know that someone had snuck in and planted something that set the bar up in flames.
Cry rested his elbows on the counter and crossed
An Evening in Some Poet's Den (Title Poem)The writing is nothingAn Evening in Some Poet's Den (Title Poem)2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
When everything feels wrong.
Awake at night.
Blind eyes wide open
In search of sleep,
Don’t pray for me.
I’m not a child;
The memory of who you wanted me to be.
Sorry, I’m not perfect.
I’m only human,
Ready to fall
Down, down, down,
(Even buildings eventually collapse.)
If you are drinking to forget,
You might just end up remembering
The woes of the world.
No big deal.
Don’t be ashamed of who you are.
Sanity is an illusion,
Tragedy is beautiful.
SoulxMaka Fanfic - Handcuffed"You have GOT to be kidding me!" Maka whined, red faced, and angry. She could already feel the sweat forming on the back of her neck.SoulxMaka Fanfic - Handcuffed4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sure, Soul and I have been going out for quite a while now but THIS? You can't be serious
Maka thought, remembering her previous mission from that day. She and Soul had been fighting an enemy and just before they killed it it put some kind of binding spell on them, almost like handcuffs, though you could only see it when Soul and Maka tried to walk away from each other. The handcuffs wouldn't allow their hands more than 5 inches apart.
Maka tried pulling her hand away again, making a white string that was attached to both of their wrist visible for as long as she pulled, which wasn't long since she knew it was useless. Maka turned to Soul then who seemed to be in deep though. When Soul caught her eye he smiled.
"Come on Maka, this isn't so bad. It's kinda cool," he told her, making her heart start to beat so much she feared it might stop. Sh
Glazes Part 2Glaze Recipes Part 2Glazes Part 24 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Sharing a few formula's I use
all glazes are ^6 electric/oxidation
Floating Blue Revision 1
Nepheline Syenite 41
Gerstley Borate 17
Frit 3134 13
Red Iron Oxide 2
Cobalt Carbonate 1.5
The Vampire Survival Guide, v1The Vampire Survival Guide, v111 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Section I: What are Vampires?
Vam-pire \vam-pÓr\ n 1: a night-wandering bloodsucking ghost 2: a person who preys on other people; esp.: a woman who exploits and ruins her lover 3: vampire bat
There is some nonfiction in that definition, and yet there is much fiction. Myth and reality. To survive the vampire holocaust, we must first understand exactly what it is we are fleeing. A vampire is, in simplest form, a human affected by a horrible dementia-inducing blood disease. These poor souls have, by some means, been infected by a disease similar to anemia, in which blood is short in quantity. Some symptoms are also similar to anemia (Paleness, irregular sleep conditions.) But the similarity ends there.
It was long speculated that the disease, which has been dubbed Neuroplasma (due to its eventual psychological effect), was a virus, but the theory was later discarded after recorded autopsies confirmed that it was indeed caused by an unidentifiable infectious agent
DeviantART's Ten CommandmentsDeviantART's Ten Commandments11 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The Ten Commandments of DeviantART
1. Thou shalt not put thyself before the art, or any idols of selfishness.
2. Thou shalt not take the name of deviantART in vain, nor claim it as thy own, or face penalty of banishment.
3. Thou shalt keep holy the forums and shoutbox, and only speak of adequate material in appropriate forum.
4. Thou shalt honor thy administrators and staff members, for they are the keepers of the peace and of the maintenance.
5. Thou shalt not kill a horse, only to continue to pummel its carcass on the wall of text that is the Forum.
6. Thou shalt not commit adultery of the Favourites system, such abuse is not tolerated and will result in the ceremonial urine-saturated March of the
Shut Up And Kiss MeShut Up And Kiss Me2 years ago in Romance More Like This
”You have got to be kidding me!” Maka couldn’t help but exclaim in outrage. Stein threw her an annoyed glance before addressing the class once more.
“It was Lord Death’s idea in order to put the people of Death City at ease. Rumours have surfaced that have thrown our image into exaggerated proportions, making people believe that we are the ‘monsters’ which have killed the innocent.” Stein withheld a scoff at his own words. “So, in light of that, the whole school will be holding a festival on the fourteenth.”
“But that’s Valentine’s Day,” someone commented.
“That’s the theme...” Stein sighed. He’d much rather be at home, in his lab, preferably dissecting something, but instead he had to babysit the class and even acknowledge this ridiculous ordinary human ritual.
“Fine, so what are we meant to be doing in this festival?” Liz drawled, more interested in her chipped nail
Riddle MeI come from nothing and I ask for something.Riddle Me4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
No one has ever seen me,
Yet no one does not know me.
I am lighter than a grain of sand,
Yet men have collapsed under my weight.
I have ended more lives than any war,
Yet I never fail to warn my victims.
I ask for only one thing.
What am I?