Two Word OdeOde to photographing a very fast moving object.Two Word Ode5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How To Be Awesome, Chapter ElevenNot needing to pay attention to where he was going, Canada let his feet take him to Prussia’s house. He knocked on the door. He hummed to himself as he waited for someone to answer. After a few seconds, the door swung open. Germany was standing in the doorway. He blinked, possibly to acknowledge Canada’s presence.How To Be Awesome, Chapter Eleven2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Hello, Germany,” Canada said. “Is Pru -”
“Yes,” Germany said, stepping aside to let Canada in. “He’s in the basement.”
Without another word, Canada made his way over to the basement door. As he journeyed down the stairs, he heard Prussia’s voice. It was odd though - it didn’t sound like Prussia’s tone at all. The raspy sweetness was there, but the voice came out quiet and sorrowful. Canada wondered what was going on. He heard the flow and lull of conversation, and he wondered who Prussia’s guest might be.
Ask The Romance ExpertAsk The Romance Expert3 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Dear Romance Expert,
Even though I am AWESOME, I could use some help. There’s this guy. He’s quiet and shy, but sweet as maple syrup. I’d do anything to get his attention, but, as the old trope goes, he doesn’t even know I exist. The weird thing is, I think I might be the only person who knows he exists. It’s kind of a weird situation. What should I do?
-- The Awesome Me
Your confidence is a wonderful asset. However, if this fellow you’ve got your eye on is really as shy as you say, it is important that you do not overwhelm him. Like a rose, love must blossom slowly. Make your move, but do so carefully.
The Romance Expert
Dear Romance Expert,
I have a problem. I have a crush on my neighbour. He’s a really nice guy, if not a little awkward, but he’s fun and we get along well together. I think he likes
Poetry VandalismPoetry Vandalism6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Quiet fortress burns.
A sad, perfumed angel eats.
Empty eye opens.
Remembrance Day PoemIn Flanders Fields, the poppies blow.Remembrance Day Poem9 years ago in Scraps More Like This
I wonder if the war vets know
The peace and freedom they battled for
Is just to be destroyed once more.
Red and black felt flowers hold
A secret power left untold.
Dismantled by school kids each November
They stick each other with pins and don't stop to remember.
The Dear Job LetterDear Job,The Dear Job Letter6 years ago in Scraps More Like This
This isn't working out between us. It's not that you're not wonderful; I just can't see me staying with you for the rest of my life.
Each day I go to you faithfully, but every time, I've been dreaming of another. This may be hard to hear, but every time I do you, it's been with false enthusiasm. I am indeed the sort of person who might be married to her work, but I can't commit to you in particular. It's not me; it's you.
Although I am grateful to have you through these tough times, please understand that this isn't permanent. You were not my first. You will not be my last. Although I do appreciate and even enjoy the stability of having you in my life, if another opportunity came along I wouldn't hesitate.
Yours (but not forever),