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Night Thoughts - Chapter 01Night ThoughtsNight Thoughts - Chapter 013 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1 - A Mirror to another World
I woke up. First I thought it was already time to get up, but then I saw the moonlight shining through the window I forgot to close. I got out of my bed an walked to the window. When I had my hand on it I hesitated. I looked up and was stunned. The moon and the stars shined in a magnificent light, turning the entire sky into a beacon of silver. It has been a long time that I saw that many stars at once, and never in such an incredible brightness.
About 10 minutes I sat at the window and just stared into them before I stood up. Somehow I wasn't tired anymore and further attempts to sleep r
Spiritry: NatureThe liquid abyss stirs,Spiritry: Nature3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just as the rain splatters
Lightly on the surface
Of the shallow blue pool.
A young one stares,
Watching the moon
As tall trees sway.
All breathe as one.
Crickets chirrup the song of night.
A sweet aroma is floating
Near the trees and above the land;
Lovely and pure as flowers are.
The night sings peaceful songs.
Dreams descend from the moon.
The orb will guard us all,
So the young ones can sleep.
Please Rewind PrologueIt used to be hard to remember the easiest of things. It wasn't my fault; my mind was just off in different places, to where no soul had ever traveled.Please Rewind Prologue6 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Okay, I'll admit my story is twisted and weird so if you're reading this―and I know someone or something is―then learn from my mistakes and keep breathing until the moment it kills you. But before we learn any of those mistakes of mine, we'll need to start from the beginning. We'll need to rewind.
It all started in the summer after entering high school. This was the beginning of everything, the downfall, the suffering, the secrets being revealed, and the deaths. This is the story
Disturbed by your own mind.Iced grounds, shivering bonesDisturbed by your own mind.2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pain fills your heart, in the graveled holes
your soul clustered, with an occupied mind
All you care for is your own.
Upsidedown thoughts, suicidal mind
Traveling wonders, for all you knew were kind
Childhood replaced with blistered pain
Brainwashed future, possessed tempered brain.
Numb fingers across a texted-filled label
Shaking now, you are unsure
to keep this life, or take the path of pills
Where the broken valley lays, of shadows and hills
Anchor down as far as you can
The seas won't chant your name again
Whispering chirps wont save me now
Take me away from this destructive earth.
Surreal Masterpiece of Love Chapter 4Surreal Masterpiece of Love Chapter 44 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The laughing stops once the door closes.
“Francis. Please open the door.”
“Non.”
“… Okay then.” And then she leaves. That’s it. She didn’t even put up a fight. I sigh, reaching for a sketchbook and drawing a few pictures of roses and what not. __ must have told Gil and Toni to try because now they’re trying to get me out.
“Come out, por favor mi amigo?” Toni tries.
“Non.”
“We promise not to embarrass you anymore.” Gil says.
“Too late.”
“Are you sure?” G
Finding Purpose.I've often wonderedFinding Purpose.1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
what it takes for someone
to become a 'somebody'.
and the effort
gone through to achieve that.
When you're a nobody;
You don't have to care about anyone or anything.
yet I still do.
When you're a nobody,
You don't have to care about others opinions.
yet I still do.
When you're a nobody,
You don't have to care about how you look.
yet I still do.
When you're a nobody,
You don't have to care at all.
So why do I?
Maybe I want to be a somebody.
The Thunder Roars No More.There seems to be a lack of lightningThe Thunder Roars No More.3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
lively small sparks, no longer fill the scarred chest.
a stomache so empty of lovely butterflies
That once grew there in romantic curiosity.
No longer filled with the thing they called love.
but a dull apathetic mind-set for replacement.
The thunder roars no more.
One small thing.A little dream sang that this one would save meOne small thing.3 weeks ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
That little dream showed you were right beside me
Nothing better, except for one small thing
My mind introduced all of your interests
You were so beautiful to me
Why aren't you here now?
Because of that one small thing
Raking skin off my tongue
I got so nervous but felt so loved
You were my everlasting star
But now tricks in my mind have ran too far
Who would love me? Who would love me?
I want you back but there's that one small thing:
I don't know who you are.
Haters poemHaters (With minecraft creepers cameo)Haters poem10 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Haters gonna hate
Creepers gonna creep
Creepers go BOOM!
but the Haters go!BEEP!
They swear and curse
and go on for very long
but what they are saying
I think is just wrong!
It`s ok to not like
Simple! it`s fine
but you don`t have to ruin
everyone elses good time!
Haters gonna hate
Creepers gonna creep
but give it up haters
this time don`t !Beep!
FriendsThis is for all my friends :3 DA and RL wise.Friends1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
--
A young child sits alone on the bench
A child so young
But so dark inside
Her eyes are shadowed, and deadly
One look
Could kill
Her face was sill, pale
Pale as death itself
As if there was no life
Her heart made small noises
It was blanked, dark
And evil
No one talks to her
Fear of the shadows
And she does not talk to them in return
She looks at the sky
Watches the rain
Barely breathing
Waiting for death
A group of shy people comes over
Sits next to her
She looks at them and then away
They talk to her
She quietly speaks back
Then finally smiles
Her smile is warm
Ful
Broken WingsBroken Wings6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wings sulk under the fate of sorrow,
Embracing the dampish cold floor,
Rustled feathers stoop so low.
Wondering what wrong could be evermore?
She cannot fly, nor can she sing.
She has lost her voice in this emotional hurricane,
Stumbling under the weight of a broken wing.
All she can hope for is a bandage or two,
But alas she is quite all alone.
She drives herself in endless circles,
With no place to call a home.
Her voice is coarse with silent tears,
Reduced to a mere heap of nothing.
One could only will to fly with these Broken Wings.
(x) ParkourAnt jumped towards the next block, his hair flying wildly. The wind, the speed...It all felt amazing. He landed with a soft thud, and bent his knees, preparing to propel himself towards the next block.(x) Parkour8 months ago in Sketches More Like This
"Crack."
It came from below him. Ant's eyes widened and he looked down, only to see the block of stone split in two. His feet began flailing as gravity took hold and everything began to fall towards the obsidian floor.
•••
Sparkelz whistled as he walked along the path, pondering what he needed to mine next. He needed a few iron ingots, and if he could find a few diamonds he'd be overjoyed. He turned a corner and came face to
A Written ProposalThis is a little thing I had to do for school. Normally I don't like writing in 1st person but this was nice. The setting is that a man has gotten a book written for his wife and bound it in a way she'd recognise. He left it on her bed with this story for her to read. He is waiting outside for her response at the end. It turned out kinda cute *u*A Written Proposal2 months ago in Settings More Like This
And it's for commerce class where we are making our own products. My group is doing custom books, where we write the stories and do the art for the books.
Anyways, Enjoy ^o^
•••
Do you remember when we first met? It was a rainy day, and you were going home from work. You were running to the train station, and me to my car, and I remember you were in front of me, using a soaking book with a simple cover of a wedding ring as protection over your head. Of course it didn't provide much. You slipped and fell, grazing your knee, and I stopped running to help you up.
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah I'm fine," You said, pulling yourself to yo
JohnKat: Flushed Feelings?-- ectoBiologist [EB] began pestering carcinoGeneticist [CG] at 9:56--JohnKat: Flushed Feelings?1 year ago in Sketches More Like This
EB: hey there, karkat!!
EB: beep beep. meow!
CG: OH, DELIGHTFUL, IT'S YOU. HELLO EGBERT.
EB: yep! what are you up to karkat?
CG: NOTHING...
EB: gee, thats booorrriiinnggg.
CG: NEWS FLASH, I'M NOT THAT FUCKING INTERESTING. HAVE WE NOT ESTABLISHED THIS?
EB: you're very interesting, karkat!
EB: at least i think so.
CG: WELL THEN IT'S JUST YOU, EGDERP.
EB: i bet there are a lot of people, and trolls, who think that!
CG: SURE...
EB: ... why are you so harsh on yourself? : (
CG: I'M NOT HARSH ON MYSELF, I JUST SEE THINGS AS THEY ARE. USELESS AND SHITTY.
EB: thats
'My Pokemon don't want to leave me.'I like Pokémon. I like the games, anime and manga (well, what I've read of it (which isn't that much)). I especially like the games, I have been playing them since 2007 and let me tell you: it has completed my life.'My Pokemon don't want to leave me.'7 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The old games amuse me a lot, even if they had LOTS and LOTS of glitches. I like them, I really do. I research about them a lot on the internet.
I watch videos, I read articles and sometimes, I try out some stuff!
This time, I got my Pokémon yellow rom (I was using an emulator).
I had to delete the save file I had on the rom.
I had a party full of Pokémon, 5 badges (was about to get my 6th badge), didn't captu
Story Preveiw The ground fell beneath me, causing books to go flying. Actually, that was Adam. The annoying, obnixious little brat lived in my neighborhood. He had the most idiotic hair cut, every 'attractive' guy did. He also had the ugliest brown eyes and a beak of a nose. I had no idea why everyone liked that little perve.Story Preveiw6 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Get up, emo freak," he muttered.
I gathered my books and glared up at him. How I wish I could just strangle that little bastard. "Oh fuck off, what did I ever do to you?"
Adam kicked my sketch book away from my reach and began to look through it. All I could see was red as I snatched it from him. I was pis
Moonlit SkyMoonlit Sky11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Moonlit Sky
The moonlight shines upon me tonight,
I have seen the sunrise
Day after day.
But tonight I won't
see it rise.
In the pale light
I see it shine,
My dear dagger reflecting the starlit sky.
My mom once told me
"You're as beautiful as the moon; so perfect, so pale."
She was right,
At a glance the moon is perfect,
But if you look closely,
It's full of flaws…
So here I lay my blade at hand,
Widening and expanding
My design.
I let it drip with crimson red,
As my mind takes a cryptic turn.
The slices get more precise and more deeper
Each time.
I wonder what they would do
If they found out.
So many designs a
Germany x Child!Italy: Impossible (request) "Who are you?" I ask as I pick up the child. He…or was it a she, looks very similar to my friend. Chestnut coloured hair with an odd curl sticking out. Their eyes were closed and they had a carefree smile stuck on their face. They didn't cry when I picked them up, instead, they seemed to gaze into my own blue eyes. How they did remind me of my friend. Speaking of which, where was he? I look at the child with an expression of utter confusion. Italy was just here a couple hours ago, he said something about wanting to play soccer and now, in his place was this…kid.Germany x Child!Italy: Impossible (request)10 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I'm me!" they squeak out. I narrow my eyes as my frustration to
Germany Cries Over Italy's ''Death''!Germany Cries Over Italy's ''Death''!2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Germany Cries Over Italy’s ‘Death’... (Hetalia: World Series Episode 39 English Dubbed)
(Italy has modified Germany’s Kubelwagen without permission...again.)
Italy: (Driving up in Germany’s Kubelwagen.) Germany! Hey Germany, come look at this! It’s amazing!
Germany: How many times to I have to tell you that zhe Kubelwagen is not your personal ‘fun’ car for running errands?
Italy: But you have to see this! But it’s something incredible! I’m like a super car genius! (Explaining.) To help me get away from the enemy no matter where they are, I have made some sweet modifications to he
Paper WingsThe legs that ran but did not break,Paper Wings3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Went further than the cherub's gait,
A masterpiece eclipsed by the unberable bay.
Paper wings pure and unstained
Did flutter, in the mist of dark,
A child's meloncholia, lost in her heart,
And she fell through the tempered stars.
Stain red, the legs that did not start,
And inject the darkness of your soul
Into the bond that couldn't hold,
And break it, cast among the shoals
Of heaven, where the angels soar
Above golden rivers flowing deep,
I pray for you your wings to keep,
So I can tear them off, you see,
We have no use for paper wings.
Broken by a new pup's cry,
Cast your heart into the night,
Abandon it
Part Three: Deep in the EverfreePart Three: Deep in the Everfree4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
A small patch of smoke shifted gently at Macintosh terrified shout. An end of the cloud rose, coalescing into a rounded shape. Two triangular wisps rose from the side of the shape and solidified into ears. The shape stretched forwards into a muzzle and diamond-like fangs appeared as the head completed itself. The rest of the cloud rose and lengthened, becoming the creature's body even as the remaining vapors flowed away, becoming four lean legs and a tail. Finally, a pair of amethyst eyes formed, completing the transformation.
The wolf-like creature let out a yawn and stretched. This was a cheocú, a creature of the fey, and in h
Epilogue: The Half-aversaryEpilogue: The Half-aversary2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“…are you sure I can’t do anything to help? I could…”
Granny Smith gave Macintosh a smack on the muzzle with a wooden spoon.
It was six months to the day. Six months since he’d first seen and fallen in love with Zecora. Six months since Macintosh had made his ill-fated trip into the Everfree. Six months since Zecora admitted she felt the same as he did.
A whole half year.
In those six months, quite a few changes had occurred. Zecora, in the hopes of getting more of a feel for Macintosh’s way of life, asked if she might be taught some of the ways of the farm. She was welcomed with
PoetWe were not the first, nor the last.Poet3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our tongues birthed the words, the baying
Has become incessant,
Our pens inked the rivers, the axe
Wieleded by our fingers,
Calloused from creating,
Scribling and screaming their cries
To the rift of a burning page.
Write of the child of earth and flame,
Wheeling in the cries of
The tempered stars.
A child's melonchalia could never achieve
The creation we've created, the stories
We've screamed, in whispers to
The sound of silence.
The invisible stars painted on our
Foreheads could never shine as the ones in our eyes,
When we are ready to create, for,
You are a writer.
A picture speaks a thousnd words,
An
Sta.sh
