SoulmatesSoulmatesSoulmates4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I see her face when my eyes are closed
She lives in my heart and I in hers
My dark-haired beauty, my soulmate
A lifetime of love; given, accepted
Cherished beyond measure
A love so deep it creates its own space
Where none other dare intrude
A love story for the ages
But some stories are never written
Never put to the pen
For others to marvel and sigh over
To shine through the future as beacons
Of the truth of love
She died before we met
These are the great love stories never written
Lives lived out in the sorrow of the soul
Not-So-Happy Birthday [Prussia One Shot]Alright, this was suggested specifically by :iconnarulit:, and :iconhyperlovecookie: was on the waiting list above her, also requesting Prussia, so I decided that I was lazy, and combined the two requests. I hope you enjoy. :3Not-So-Happy Birthday [Prussia One Shot]3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Prussia was extra happy today.
Because it was his birthday.
And he decided to celebrate his awesome birthday by going to the store for half of his awesome day buying awesome shoes for his awesome self.
He thought nothing could ruin this day.
Prussia got home from the store, wearing his awesome new shoes and holding a cake in his hands.
"Kesesesese~! I'm back to my awesome home on my awesome birthday!" He exclaimed.
He put the cake on a table and walked over to his answering machine, waiting a second to see a blinking red light on it.
The little bulb on it stayed unlit.
Prussia felt a tightness in his chest.
"N- no, m- maybe it- it's broken!" He reassured himself, quickly checking to see if any messages were
SerialKiller!Austria X Reader-Just after deathSerialKiller!Austria X Reader-Just after death3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Let me held your hand,
The clock is running out,
Tik tok...what are you gonna do?
Poor unfortunate soul,
Let me take your heart out.
Again, you were up late at night, investigating the mysterious murders that happened recently in [your city name]. As a detective , you worked and stayed up very late in order to find the killer. At the moment, you know very little about the serial killer. You know that he is a male, the age is unknown, his victims are most young woman and couple of lovers. Another thing you know is that he kills at night, in abandoned alleyways and his signature weapon is a butcher knife, no longer than 15 inches. Is very interesting how the killer managed not to leave a single clue about his identity, like fingerprints or hair, even skin DNA under the nails of the victims wasn't found. The killer was smart, that's for sure, but still, not even a little clue?
You sighed and hung your head down, you were tiered and sleepy. You really didn't sleep this ni
Teen!CancerPatient!Austria x CancerPatient!ReaderTeen!Cancer Patient!Austria x Cancer Patient!ReaderTeen!CancerPatient!Austria x CancerPatient!Reader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You had been diagnosed with what doctors call leukemia. What you call it, 'hell'. When you're not at the hospital, you refuse to leave your house. You've recently gone into medical relapse, and had been given chemotherapy. It had been a success, so you went back into remission. All of your hair, though, [h/c] and still short from your last round of the killing chemicals, had fallen out, leaving your body smooth and hair-free. The initial sting had worn off, but you never engaged in outside activities. You stayed inside and read fanfiction, knowing the outside world would call you out. But the next trip to the hospital, a few weeks after the treatment, when you went in for a dialysis session, is when the whole week turned up on its sunny side. You got a seat next to a very cute boy. From the looks of it, he didn't have cancer at all... But he must have, since he was also being dialyzed. His hair was dark, rich, brown. His eyes were clo
Do Not CryDo not stand at my grave and weep:Do Not Cry5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the softly fallen snow;
I am the gentle showers of rain.
I am the field of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the grateful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight.
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom.
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing.
I am in each lovely thing.
So do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there.
I did not die.
Of Horror and Booze part 2Of Horror and Booze part 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Of Horror And Booze part 2
Yes Part 2
Quick Summery: they watch another Horror movie and weird things happen on Norge's end at least
Added Warnings: slight DenNor fluff
Norge: *Sits up*
Don't do that
Den: then think of something
Norge: I don't know...
I'm just bored...
Den: try thinking then
Norge: But I don't know...
..What movie would we watch?
Den: idk...*gets up ti sift through movies*
Norge: *Watches curiously*
Den: *pulls out a random movie*
how bout this *shows cover*
Norge: Is it scary.......?
Den: can't you read?
Norge: Not Danish... and I can't see anything but ketchup on the cover..
Den: *looks at it*
Norge: Um... Okay
*Sits up straight, crosses legs*
Den: *puts it in and goes back to spot on couch*
Norge: *Stares at screen*
*Waits for movie to start*
Den: *after 4524523 previews the movie starts*
*goes to get more beer and snacks*
Norge: *Watches leave*
*Watches as man and woman attem
10 Ways Challenge: Far Away10 Ways Challenge: Far Away4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"And that is how the Diminum works, folks," the speaker eagerly spoke.
Rylie nodded at the half-bald lecturer and took down notes on her flat screen. The speaker said a few more words about the new medical tool before ending his speech. An applause followed suit, but Rylie concentrated on getting as much as what she understood into her notes. She was on a two-day seminar for new technologies in health and medicine, and the schedule was packed. Since her arrival late last night, she had attended countless seminars all day long. It was 9p.m., and the last lecture had just ended. Despite of that, Rylie was still putting as much input as she can into her device. She ignored the audience's chatter growing louder as they hassled down the auditorium.
"What could you possibly be writing about now?" Someone said above her shoulder. Rylie turned around to see a stout figure with short brown curls bending over her.
"Jace!" Rylie cried out with a big smile. She excitedly stood up to give hi
Caro DiarioCaro Diario, trovo davvero idiota che tu abbia deciso di farti vedere solo adesso e in questo modo così stupido.Caro Diario3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Voglio dire, se vuoi sapere cosa faccio durante le mie giornate non hai un modo più intelligente? Cazzo, abito in una città di pazzi, mi aspetterei che le telecamere agli angoli delle strade non siano lì per divertimento! Mi aspetto che tu sappia già quello che vuoi sapere! E invece a quanto pare no, Diario, hai bisogno che io ti dica quello che vuoi sapere. Beh, forse io non voglio dirtelo quello che vuoi sapere, anche se sapessi cos'è.
Devi sapere, caro Diario, che già questa faccenda della città dei pazzi mi manda davvero in bestia. Cosa aveva l'istituto di sbagliato? Chi ha voluto questo abominio nei nostri confronti spacciandolo per una rivoluzione del campo medico? Come diavolo può essere una rivoluzione nel campo medico lasciare tutti i pazzi del Paese liberi di vivere la vita che più li aggrada in una città chius
Stars Fall (Spain x Already dead!Reader)A man stood in front of a fairly new grave. From afar, he simply looked like a visitor, but upon closer inspection, you could tell he was enduring the most painful experience. Heartbreak from losing a loved one. The man's curly, chocolate locks moved in the wind, revealing dull eyes that had once been a vibrant green. Now all that was there was a sea of pain. He had ran his tears dry over the past few hours he had stood in front of this one grave.Stars Fall (Spain x Already dead!Reader)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
(yourbirthdate)- August 3rd, 2013
~My star has finally fallen~
He read the gravestone over and over again. You had died at such a young age. Your time had been stolen from you because of his foolishness. Something that killed him ever since it had happened. Guilt had already consumed his soul. Now it was taking over his mind, numbing the pain of his heart ever so slowly. "It's all my fault, mi estrella! It should have been me! You should still be here living your life! I've liv
SpainxReader: ClaustrophobicSpainxReader: Claustrophobic3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You snapped your phone shut with a sharp click
Somehow, your best friend Antonio had managed to persuade you to go to a fancy dance with him. It wasn't like a date or anything, or so you kept trying to convince yourself, it was just a friendly invitation, right? No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't help but be nervous. Mainly it was because you were crazy about your friend. I mean, what girl wouldn't be? He was kind, funny, charming, and, face it, he was the hottest guy for miles...
You shook your head and walked to your closet to find a dress to wear. He wouldn't like you anyway...you were just friends...
The second thing that made your stomach flip when he had asked you was your terrifying fear of crowds. You had a serious case of claustrophobia, and he knew that. Still...
"C'mon! I'm sure if you just come to the party and enjoy yourself, you'll be fine!"
You shuddered, remembering his words and pulled out a simple short black strapless and went to change and get ready.
Uzumaki Colosseum Ch: 1Uzumaki Colosseum Ch: 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
All my life, I've been nothing least, I haven't been me. For years, I have been nothing but a tool to the people who had found me who raised me. I felt like that what we've been doing was wrong, that we shouldn't be doing this just to change the world to how we wanted it. No, not 'we' but 'them' or 'they' For as long as I could remember, I never had a choice in anything. I didn't have a say, I didn't have a thought I had nothing more than the two Pokémon I was given and the one I saved.
My partners in both friendship, and crime
I was their top catcher, their top sneak, their top spy I was trained in the art of stealing anything, in the art of crime. I had skills that no one else had, which was why I was their tool. Though, this is what I have to say enough, is enough. Today is the end of my old group, my old family and the beginning of my journey of redemption.
It was a beautiful day least, as beautiful
Weihnachten - GermanWeihnachten - German7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Meine Glieder sind so schwer, ich mag mich kaum noch rühren. Die Fenster beschlagen, alles um mich herum scheint zu verschwimmen. Interessiert mich auch nicht.
Ist es nicht kalt hier? Ich fröstele leicht, meine Finger beginnen zu zittern. Stoßen wohl gegen das Glas, das einsam vor mir steht; etwas läuft über meine Hände. Ich nehme es kaum wahr.
Zeit zerrinnt zwischen meinen Fingern. Zeit, die es selten gut mit mir gemeint hat.
Zeit zu gehen.
Vorsichtig versuche ich aufzustehen, doch leichter Schwindel erfasst mich und ich ergreife meines Nachbarn Hand, der mit ferner, dumpfklingender Stimme auf mich einredet. Ich verstehe nichts von dem, was er mir sagen will, will nichts mehr hören.
Meine Augen klappen nur noch zu, will nichts mehr sehen. Habe genug von der abendlichen Gesellschaft. Sehne mich... Nach meinem Bett. So weich und verlockend... so weit entfernt.
Heute ist das, was man Weihnachten nennt. Für mich ist es nur ein weiterer Tag im Jahr,
So, Our Future? .::Austria::.Requested by: ~CrysvicSo, Our Future? .::Austria::.3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"You know, I truly don't see what is so fascinating about this game, [Name]." You were on your knees, standing sternly on your plush couch, gripping the Wii remote tightly. You didn't bother to acknowledge Roderich's observation due to how intense the game was getting. If he was going to insult Skyward Sword in your house, you'll insult him by ignoring him! Who cares if he was your boyfriend; Legend of Zelda was your LIFE. Roderich glanced at you from the top of his glasses, staring at you in amusement. "Is that how it's going to be, huh?" With a smirk, he stood up and fixed his shirt. He took a step away but was stopped by the Wii nunchuk wrapping its self around his wrist. He turned his head to see you pleading with your eyes for him to stay. He smiled slightly, picking up his wrist and untying the nunchuk. Your mouth gaped at him as he returned the device back to you. Roderich, being the fancy man he is, used his index finger under your chin to bring your
GermanyXReaderXPrussia: Prussia's Hot Kool - AidGermany sighed as (Name) snuggled against his chest. Today was their day to relax after training the whole week. They were in England at the moment for one of their unproductive world meetings. (Name) represented the capital of (country) so she had to follow (country) around but they had allowed (Name) a little freedom, which she used to spend time with Germany.GermanyXReaderXPrussia: Prussia's Hot Kool - Aid3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He loved spending moments like these with (Name). She normally would ruin it because she loved to make him laugh, she was just so goofy. But those rare moments where she would be serious were those he loved the most, though he did love everything about her. He felt her move a bit and looked at her to see what was wrong. (Name) pressed her lips to his; he could feel her tremble a bit. It was so adorable how nervous she got around these kinds of things. He smiled and pressed into the kiss a little harder. When they pulled away (Name) lay back down on his chest and he closed his eyes.
After some time, they both heard some
Tears - Part 2Toni sat on his bed, biting his lip and trying not to cry.Tears - Part 27 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
But he couldn’t.
“Everyone would be happier without me.”
Gilbert’s words echoed around his head as he let the tears fall down his cheeks.
No way would anyone be happier.
Toni sure wouldn’t.
That happy smile, the way his red eyes would crease up when he laughed and those random conversations they’d have together-
Toni winced as he thought about it.
The tears kept falling as his breathing got faster and more irregular.
Hugging goodbye, his random outbursts of buenas noches and chasing each other.
Missing would be an understatement.
If he, he went-
No-one would be able to replace him.
There was only one Gilbert in this world.
Toni let his head fall into his hands as he wished that he would see that nobody would be happier.
u n s a l t e d c r i e s o f m + m su n s a l t e d c r i e s o f m + m s3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But it still feels like silence.
With whispers of tiny voices that are louder then a truck horn, but didn't make a sound.
I stared at the chocolates.
They're just daring me to.
Giggling at what an idiot I am.
I swear they are.
I glared at the seemly innocent four blue, two brown and one green m&ms.
My right eye twitched as a blue m&ms moves just an inch.
Those evilly delicious little chocolates.
I pick up a brown m&ms carefully with my right hand, index finger and thumb.
I bought the tiny bit of goodness to eye level.
I held the m&m upside down making a 'W'.
"Any lasts wishes?" I grinned.
The chocolate didn't reply.
I was about to eat the m&m when I heard it.
I stopped and glanced at the angel like m&m.
"I must be going mad,"
I shrugged and plonked the small chocolate in my mouth.
Cracking the outer shell the m&m I swear I could hear screams and cries for help.
I sucked on the bitt
Dreamer's Tempest 8Dreamer's Tempest 85 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ariel's hands clasped over her shoulders, shaking her awake. One of his butterfly familiars settled into her hair. Its wings brushed tenderly against her brow. The elemental's gentle fingers swept through the girl's hair. "Bertie", he whispered like a lullaby.
"Just tell her there's pie!" Cobweb offered, holding his tiny belly.
Moth and Mustardseed groaned. "Pie!" the wailed, falling all over each other.
"Oh, brother", Peaseblossom muttered, smacking her hand over her face.
"Pie works on us!" Moth and Mustardseed stated indignantly. Moth shook his head in offence. "Pease, you really need to act your part better."
"Yeah!" Mustardseed ad Cobweb chimed in.
"My what?!" The little girl fairy's jaw dropped.
"Your part", Moth pressed. "As a fairy. You don't play it well."
"Oh! I'll show you how well I play it!" Peaseblossom shouted.
" noise", Bertie grumbled, her lips moving stiffly. As the fairy's continued with their ruckus, she turned her face into Ariel's si
I miei ultimi 100 metriLe parole sono per il poeta come le pennellate del pittore sulla tela. E di più.I miei ultimi 100 metri3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Più fugaci, se dimenticate, non si riprendono più. Le pennellate possono invece rimanere nella mente del pittore, così come l'opera. L'artista vero non ha memoria.
I miei ultimi 100 metri.
Oggi ho rischiato di morire. Le luci venivano da lontano, diventavano anziane e poi sparivano nel nulla. Lei in silenzio. Adoro il silenzio. La migliore conversazione che si possa avere con una donna non contiene parole. Sapevo, però, che tu non avevi intenzione di concedermi parola, né di avvicinarti a me e baciarmi. Ho preferito guardarti le gambe. Lunghe e sottili, sembravano. So che non sono così. Bianche spiagge dei caraibi, gobbe di un cammello albino. Sembrava che stessero aspettando un po' di blu. Non osavo guardarti. Ho immaginato che tu fossi un'altra e non osavo. Ti temo, come temo il buio. Ma, se sei come lui, allora ti amerò e amerò il tuo silenzio. Sono riuscito
Bad Touch Trio X Reader - Hot Summer DayBad Touch Trio X Reader - Hot Summer Day3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
BAD TOUCH TRIO X READER Hot summer day.
''It's just too hot '' You complained.
You and your friends, Gilbert, Antonio and Francis were lying in the garden of Antonio's house. It was summer and freaking 35°C without any wind. Even in the shadow of the big tree you were lying under it was still too hot.
''I'm gonna die '' Gilbert moaned.
''Maybe if we all get rid of these clothes it'll be cooler, honhon.'' Francis grinned.
''No way, you pervert!''
''Good idea Francis, _____, you do it first.'' Gilbert said with a smirk.
''Seriously guys, sometimes you really are perverts '' You said as you wiped the sweat off your face.
''Leave ____ alone guys.'' Antonio chuckled. ''Though I'm not denying it's a good idea.''
You sat up and threw your shoe at him, which made him laugh even more.
''I'll get some water.'' Gilbert said as he stood up and went into the house.
You laid down again and stared at the leaves of the tree above you.
''Ah I wish we could do this more
PrussiaxReader Prussia's Birthday 2012You looked around in the store. It was Gilbert's birthday and you didn't know what to get him. You sighed and though to yourselfPrussiaxReader Prussia's Birthday 20123 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'Why is it so hard to find something for him?'
Looking around a bit more you see an isle of plushies. They were adorable! You see a yellow plush all alone on one of the top shelves. Going closer to it you realize that it looked a lot like Gilbert's old bird. His bird was Gilbird and he had died a year ago from old age. Gilbert was devastated when his bird had died. Smiling to yourself you take the plush and head to the cash register.
You were walking to Gilbert's house. You knew that nobody would be at his house because they were going to be throwing him a birthday party later in the evening. You weren't coming to the party because you were going to be out of town when they were celebrating thats why you wanted to come visit him earlier. Arriving at his door step you ring the doorbell. Gibert opens the door.
"Hey ______________! What makes you come visit the
White Chocolate Coconut Cookies RecipeWhite Chocolate Coconut Cookies Recipe2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
1 cup butter (stick kind)
1/2 cup sugar
1/2 cup brown sugar
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon vanilla
1 teaspoon honey
1 cup shredded coconut
2 cups flour
1/2 bag of white chocolate chips or chunks
Preheat oven to 375 degrees.
Take the butter and place in a microwave-safe bowl. Heat until soft, or melted.
Add the butter, sugars, eggs, baking soda, salt, honey, and vanilla together in a large mixing bowl. Mix until well blended, perferably with an electric mixer, but a large spoon will also do. Add the coconut. Mix until blended. Then mix in the flour, one cup at a time, until blended. Then add the chocolate.
Spray a cookie sheet with non-stick cooking spray, then add a cereal spoonful of the cookie dough, arranged in 3X4 rows. Place in the oven, and cook for 9-10 minutes. The cookies will be done when their edges turn a golden-brown color. But if you want to play it safe, stick a toothpick into one of the cookies. If it comes out clean, t
Words Within Words....RavenousWords Within Words....2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The Time to ComeI see people, lots of people, walking in groups. Groups of aimless, want-less people just walking ahead, with nothing to look forward to, with nothing to give someone to look forward to.The Time to Come2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I see people, who may want to study, but none with a passion to learn. Not one person I met in my life wanted to excel.
I see people with no desire of leaving something behind, leaving a reason to be someone’s inspiration in the time to come.
In the terrible time that awaits us, where struggle would be a routine; and not a struggle for happiness, luxury or life, but the struggle for survival.
You see, when people become aimless, want-less walking hollows, with no desire to seek, no desire to learn or do, when their desires die. That is the day I fear.
The day when living would succumb down to surviving, with no will to hold onto, no future to look forward to.
That would be the day when hope would be so rare that even the most searching eyes, and most reached out hand, would grab onto the first th
Waging Wars for Peace. Piece of SshhWaging Wars for Peace. Piece of Sshh2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I am a very emotional person by nature. My brain is not always the first to order me around. I am more often bossed by my feelings. Personally, I have had my fair share of trouble with depending excessively on my mood. The voice of reason has been faint, if not completely silent.
I act on impulse, spontaneity, reflex, habit-every word associated with feeling and random outbursts of emotion so to speak. I enjoy doing everything I do simply because I love to. It's almost as if a river of invisible love flows out of my eyes when I look upon my object/person of interest. It's a sensation I have never quite understood and yet, I recognize it whenever I sense it. When I cradle one of my art works in my arms and so gently trace lines on it with markers, my eyes are of more importance than my hands. My eyes paint a picture before I create it on my canvas. My eyes are my connection to my surroundings.
I once loved a boy. I will say without shame that I loved him for eight years when he felt not