Sandy Hook"You heard of the stories of the shooting in Sandy Hook Elementary, Newtown CT, and I am the father of one of the children, and a husband of one of the teachers, I stand here...one day later heart broken. The house is empty, yet I hear their voices....I hear them over and over again. They won't stop...telling me to come with them. I cried the whole night, not getting any sleep, the voices in my head getting louder, and my throat starting to close. I can barley breath now. I am writing this letter now to tell you all where I will be for now on. I'm not a coward, I am following my family that I cannot live without. As I put the gun to my head, I say my prayers and say 'I'm coming home'..." -Me.
These stories of the dark monsters of humanity make me sick. These people get off from prison because they are mentally ill. They need to be put down because of it. They are dangerous but people will never understand. It will happen, until we all crash.
I pray for all the people, that have went th
You'll Never Understand...You'll never understand...You'll Never Understand...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I'm glad you don't.
Because that would mean
You'd have to go through my pain.
And I'd never wish that
Am I Good Enough...?Legs crossed on a cold basement floor,Am I Good Enough...?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blood stains painting my flesh,
The wounds deeper than ever before,
A white gown now a short black dress.
Long tangled hair clinging to my tears
Wind howling through the trees,
Moonlight painting a sky so clear,
And darling, I'm going to be set free.
My fingers scratch at the blood on my skin,
A delightful pain at the thought of a touch,
And hey, everyone who said I wasn't worth it,
Now am I good enough?
Love Triangle? 3Love Triangle? 34 years ago in Settings More Like This
"V-ve, th-that's impossible!" Italy stammered, hugging himself, fighting tears.
"How is it impossible?" Holy Rome asked in confusion.
"V-ve, b-big br-brother Fr-france... He s-said th-that he... Th-that h-he ki-killed y-" Feli cut himself off & took a deep breathe before continuing, voice stronger, "the person you claim to be."
"France says a lot of things, & a lot of the things he says are lies." Otto said, jaw clenched in anger. An anger that Ludwig could understand.
"V-ve, I... I d-don't be-believe you are wh-who y-you claim to b-be." Feliciano replied.
"Then I shall prove it, mein liebe." Otto said. Ludwig's brow twitched at the pet name. "We lived together when we were young; I'd chase you, you'd run; I'd run, only for you to chase me. When I asked you why, you said you didn't know(check fact); when I asked you to join me & become the new Roman Empire, you said no; when I asked why, you cried & said it was because you didn't want me to become like your grandpa & that you liked me
Criminal: EnglandXReaderAlright, I wanted to write a reader insert ever since I read O.Henry's short story "Hearts and Hands" which was just this morning.Criminal: EnglandXReader4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ehem, as I was saying, this is based off of his story which means the idea was NOT mine (The main story). I could never come up with something as fantastic as what O.Henry does!
Without further ado, enjoy~!
"Keep it moving, Arthur."A young man said, annoyance ringing loud and clear like bells in his voice as he walked along with Arthur who was a young blonde with abnormally bushy brows wearing a very nice suit. In comparison, Alfred had an odd cowlick and lemon hair with an odd curl sticking out of the parting; He was wearing his favourite outfit which consisted of chaps, cowboy boots, a button up stained brown shirt and his trademark smile.
"I'm going, I'm going."Arthur muttered, staring at the train as it squealed to a stop in front of the duo."Watch it with the handcuffs. They hurt."Arthur held up his right hand, shaking it so the c
Hate.You've made me hate you....Hate.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You want so much attention.
You don't need it.
There's reasons why you're like this.
I know those reasons.
You try to make people miserable.
I see through you.
Everyone feels bad for you.
You only care about partying and having sex.
You have two children.
You've been in jail.
Don't tell me it's God's fault that those reasons happened.
You're a waste of space
You're my family...and I say these things.
That's horrible of me.
But you do more and more.
No one thinks its cute except you.
You've made me hate you.
I hate you.....
Sick of societyI may live inside my own, twisted universeSick of society3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I may change, sometimes for the worst.
What's normal to me is not normal for you.
Sometimes I just do what I need to do.
Behind a brick wall, I hoped someone would break it
I threw out my heart hoping someone would take it.
But I got tired of hiding and tired of hating
And instead of throwing myself at every guy, I'm waiting.
I'm sick of the person I tried to be
So basically, here I am, I will be me
I'm sick of the hatred, would you not agree?
.. Basically I'm sick of society.
Sort of EnglandxReader: RAIN PUNK!Sort of EnglandxReader: RAIN PUNK!4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Don't hate me for this you guys, I'm tired and delirious....
Also, is this considered crack? It's very odd.....IDK whatevs. Have fun~
"Britain, a former pirate but now a rather effeminate yet gentlemanly empire with a plethora of rain..."
"Mh-hmm, that's what I thought." You said, a grim smile of satisfaction appearing on your face. Oh yeah, you had beef with that one.
It all started years ago, when you were about to finish off this kid in the streets. Hey, it was your job as the all powerful Grim Reaper.
Essentially, you were God himself, since nowadays he sat back in his throw to much on cheese-doodles and sip cola. Well? He did have an infinite amount of servants, and they seemed to amount to his infinite amount of requests, so his work was now limited as the figure-head.
Because you had died in 102 B.C.E, you were a more powerful 'angel' or w