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Special Soups SoupSpecial Soups Soup7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Special Soups Soup
They called him Soups. Soups used to live in an unused basement that was accessible via a small window on street level. It was only a few corners away from Soup's favorite restaurant. Many people ate there but not all finished their plates. A very nice chef worked in the kitchen there. Soups liked him because every night after closing time, he would make him chicken soup. Hence the name: Soups. He'd throw some leftover meat – he knew chicken was Soup's favorite – in leftover soup, along with some leftover pasta, rice or bread, and put it outside in a plastic box. Soups loved the leftover chicken soups. It alway
How to Fix The WorldHow to Fix The World7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How strange
This abomination...
an execution, while play
The howling strings
Of the cellos
Of the veins
Of the time
Of humanity.
To the discord
Are the who and what,
the how and the why
Ever lost to that
of the cords
of the strings
of the howling
of History.
"Fix this", they cry,
the masses whose
words fester and boil,
carried words, spoken indirect
of the leaders
of the struggles
of the home
of the brave
The final breath
of humanities dying words
"in ashes, from ashes"
She speaks, so melancholy
of the future
of the present
of the past
of Civilization.
"World!" She pleads
with a cry, so finishing
"Heed an
When I'm alone Part 2: EnglandxReaderWhen I'm alone Part 2: EnglandxReader7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Arthur POV
Well, Francis's simplistic plan would've been the absolute perfect plan if I could have gotten the guts to actually go through with it. Yes, it would've been absolutely spectacular to just waltz right up to her, one of my own patients, and just ask her out on a date but that just wasn't going to be happening. Blame it on my need of this job, or my gentlemanly ways but really, I was just a coward.
So with the sudden realization of my feelings it made every visit from her even harder than it already had to be. Every time she would come in with a new break, burn or tear and I would have to try to hold my tongue, just wishing she wou
minister'good morning,' the reverend bellowsminister8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
'what a lovely collection of idols
we have gathered today'
they're a spectacle of a scatter plot on the pews
the bronzed hypocrisy of saved men sitting still,
saints on the neutral ground of benches
is an inconsistency i'll struggle
to reconcile with the jacob's ladders of rough-hewn grace
swooping in on souls or spirits
which have proven to be untouchable
not for sale in even the blackest of markets
speak, preacher. preach. i've always listened piously
and i'm not yet thinking of sunday dinner:
will the chicken be hot will the apple crisp burn
i mimic transcendence of the physical
i, bei
CanadaxReader: Good Old Canadian PancakesCanadaxReader: Good Old Canadian Pancakes8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
You took a step back to admire your finished restaurant. It certainly stood out in your new American home town, especially when consider all the IHOPs that were everywhere. You grinned proudly. You’d show these Americans what true pancakes were like! Not to mention some pretty darn awesome maple syrup!
You went inside and locked the door, taking your time in admiring the inside. It was set up simply, with some Canadian flag decorations and some American ones. There were plain wooden tables with checkered tablecloths and booths, to add to the American-ness of your new business.
You missed living in Canada, despite your excitement. You
Hate Me [ England x Child!Reader ] 02England x Child!ReaderHate Me [ England x Child!Reader ] 028 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
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A tiny you, in a tiny world, your eyes only able to see the world around you, outside the window you can see children playing, the birds flying around careless and free. Unaware of your suffering, while the cats and dogs play their usual game.
While tiny you…are left all alone. In your little fish bowl that you've now called your home, Arthur has also deemed this tiny bowl your home. Arthur….
The mere thought of the Englishman brought tears to your eyes, one day he would love you, and then the next day it was seemed that he despises you. Does he really hate you that much? Does he d
Suicide- Dedicated to HectorSuicide- Dedicated to Hector7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It isn't how they say,
when you try IT.
Your face is cold and white,
your hands tremor slightly
and your stomach gurgles in
revolting bites.
You wriggle up your toes,
and you bite your chapped, bloody lips.
"Goodbye.."
You whisper to yourself
as you swallow pill after pill.
The capsules burst like grape seeds,
grape seeds full of acetaminophen,
and your eyes criss-cross jagged red lines.
You look at the clean, unwrinkled paper,
your suicide note.
What does yours say?
Mine says that I've been saved,
saved from death by d
Stand upStand up7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sinking down,
Look around,
Slipping through the cracks.
Never knowing,
Where you're going,
Always have to ask.
You never lie,
You touch the sky,
You're never coming down.
Touch the wall,
Leave them all,
Go and wear your crown.
It's all a game,
They're all to blame,
It's never going to end.
So stand up tall,
Stand against the wall,
Prove that you won't bend.
It matters not,
If one is hot,
Only if one is kind.
You can fight,
For what is right,
You're not alone, you'll find.
You can win,
Against this sin,
And you can prove your worth.
Just stand up tall,
Back against the wall,
And throw them to the hearth!
Blisters and BloodFive, six, seven, eightBlisters and Blood1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your muscles cringe
The smiles are fake
Day in, day out
Same songs stuck in your head
Angry words stabbing your chest
Blisters and blood and too much love
We fight, this is war.
But what am I fighting for?
Five, seven, six, eight
I'm losing myself
My feet are too fast
It's running away
Everything I try, not good enough
At last, false success
"You were nearly the best"
But no pat on the back
Just another slap through the face
Six, five, seven, eight
You fell like everything's in place
This is for me
Dance sets us free
Blisters and blood and too much love
"You're trying too hard"
And here we thoug
Log of Ivan Kao - 1 through 6(Passages by Chaos14110)Log of Ivan Kao - 1 through 61 year ago in Profiles More Like This
IVAN KAO
LOG
LOG 1: BEFORE UNVEILING
I've completed our solution, here, lying in this capsule before me. I could not
let Xerrol be overrun by those monstrosities and the unlivable conditions, I could not allow the devastation of our kind without resistance. So here I am now, at the end of my research and construction, months and months of scientific creation and genetic manipulation, and at the beginning of hope and fear. Hope for our survival, fear of failure. I look upon tomorrow with both, lying in the being within the capsule.
LOG 2: DAY 1
14110 has arisen. Her consciousness is fully intact, the frontal l
'You have a thing about time'I'm always planning.'You have a thing about time'2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tick-tocking in various shades of orange.
Pen in mouth, cheeks fit to burst,
and one eye always on the clock.
Blood-heat behind my eyes,
the sting in the tail-end long chewed off.
Squelching with hunger, the hot fat burst out of itself.
I tasted it for one sweet second and burned.
'Chin up, gal', my mum used to say.
But time came too soon for her.
In rolls of heaving tears, and a single lonely gasp -
it whisked her away.
I tried out-running time;
started weeks before I should have been born.
Came out a tiny kicking ball of screams;
my failure hot, tucked deep and safe inside.
I wore it like a pocket wa
Granny's no longer...The ocean is no louder than the city,Granny's no longer...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but I swear it's different. It's different.
In that moment,
with the sea lapping up the sand between my toes,
- like a trusty dog before its bare-faced master –
the whole world lay perfectly still before my feet.
Holding its breath,
as if suspended
between the soft, cyling pulses of
inhale, pause, and exhale.
The wind is no harsher than the city,
but here I'm different. I'm different.
Swollen chested,
I am blind-stitching my freshly painted skin.
It's hard to swallow a mistake you can't undo,
but if the scars are too blistering to be ignored,
then please just remember this:
None o
ViataTu:Viata2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Trezit,
mâncat,
spălat,
plecat de acasă,
şcoală,
teatru,
repetiţii,
piese,
petreceri,
parcuri,
pub-uri,
sesiuni,
examene,
vacanţe,
apoi
servici,
călătorii,
concedii,
ea,
copii,
întors acasă,
spălat,
mâncat,
dormit.
Eu:
Trezit,
gândit la tine,
culcat.
One more time. . .I have seen those eyes reflect stars in the nightOne more time. . .2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My cheek shared your tears
I felt your lip quiver on mine
What have we not shared
What will we not share
I close my eyes
I see everything we spoke of that night
I look to the sky
Everything is within grasp with you by my side
We made out our dreams in the clouds
The silence now hastens
My days begin to pace themselves
Your reality was always my way out
I deal with life in a new way
You showed me life upside down
I see life in a kaleidoscope of colors now
Some say you held me down
I say you taught me a way of life
An unconventional way. . .
But I survived
I am here today
Would You?Would you let someone you love get into their car and drive drunk?Would You?2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Would you let your brother hop over the rail at Niagara Falls?
Would you let your sister jump into a river full of big, hungry crocodiles?
Would you let your best friend shoot up heroin, enough to be a lethal dose?
No?
But
Would you not tell your friend about Jesus because it might offend them?
Would you stay silent about the Gospel because people might not like what you have to say?
Would you not speak of your testimony because you might get ridiculed?
Would you compromise God before others to fit in?
Well,
What's the difference?
Rejected, abandoned? God lovesFeelings of rejection, abandonment, being unloved and loneliness are awful. We want to be loved but sometimes others stop loving us. At times we have been hit hard when friends, family members or even a spouse doesn't care anymore or even rejects us. In those times God's love is all the more precious. We see that there is only one who never stops loving us. Only one who never abandons us. Only one who takes us in when others cast us away. God is the only one. Put your hope in Him. God will never fail you.Rejected, abandoned? God loves2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When rejected by the closest relationships God want take you in. Psalm 27:10
10 For my father and my mother have forsaken me,
To All The ShortiesRead this from your point of view!To All The Shorties2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
As a matter of fact, God actually made me tall. I know right, a shocker!!!
Anyways, God made me tall and showed me to His Son, Jesus.
"What do you think, Jesus?" God asked.
Jesus examined me thoroughly and eventually shook His head.
"Mmmhh... I don't like him/her this way Father," Jesus replied.
"Really? Well... what adjustments would You like to make, Son?" God asked, gently handing me over to Jesus.
"Simple!" Jesus said.
He then took His index finger and gently pushed me down, lowering my height.
"Perfect!" Jesus beamed.
... Thank You, Jesus. ;)
Then I RememberSometimes I wonder why I married this man.'Then I Remember7 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Yahei was like a child, mostly. He would demand your attention and wouldn't be satisfied until you gave it to him.
"Riye! Riye-koiiii," he sang over her shoulder. Riye gripped her pencil tightly, fighting to keep her expression blank as she continued managing her accounts. She had been trying to manage her accounts for weeks, but hadn't been able to because of the recent workload her shop had been getting lately and Yahei's interruptions. She still had inventory to take care of…And then there's Genbu-sama's order to deliver as well…
"Riye, Riye!" Poke, poke, poke. Her husband had now resorted to
RealizationsI looked up one day to see my castle was gone.Realizations7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Tengu Spring - Taoz x Shui RP(( 2,543 Words ))The Tengu Spring - Taoz x Shui RP8 months ago in Sketches More Like This
Shui: *Shui walks up the path of the mountain, holding onto Taoz's hand, tugging at him. She turns to him. *
"Taoz my love~ Just a bit longer alright? We're almost there."
Taoz: *Walking behind Shui, a little pissy*
E-easy for you to say. I am so tired. I-I don't want to walk anymore! Why do you want to go up there anyways.
*acting a little whiny*
Shui: Come come darling~!
*gives Taoz a hug and a kiss*
Really, it's only a few more steps alright? The tengu said they wanted to give me something in place for helping them awhile ago.
*She holds his hand and continues to pull him along*
They aren't very nice to most peo
CdR - Candle LightThe sun had settled long ago. Bright stars begun to appear in the night sky. A gentle breeze rustled the trees as the scent of the autumn air breached Alice's nose. The temperature was cold, and the birds mostly migrated to the south for warmth.CdR - Candle Light8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Alice Heartlock, a British girl who loved Halloween to the fullest, despite her fear with ghosts, and the undead. She loved it all till the plague came, and she watched everyone disappear with her very own eyes.
Instead of teal, her eye color was now replaced with gold.
Instead of blonde, her hair color was now black.
As her feet stepped out of her room, and out in the open. Dressed in a tradition
I hated himEver since I first saw him I knew I wanted to destroy him. He had done nothing to scorn me and yet I hated him. I wanted nothing more than to break him. I wanted to leave him wounded and longing for death.I hated him8 months ago in Emotional More Like This
I never told anyone about these feelings, but I am sure it showed. The hatred I felt toward him must have been apparent in my eyes, my actions, how could it not have been? It controlled me, drove me to do things I never thought I would do. I cannot remember how many times I struck him, though he had done nothing wrong, most of the time he would just be sitting silently until my fists came crashing down upon him. I would pummel him until he
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