I Love You Too Much AmericaxChubby!Reader~ I Love You Too Much ~I Love You Too Much AmericaxChubby!Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
~ America x Chubby!Reader ~
It was the usuals, you at your boyfriend's house, watching scary movies. And yet again, he was clinging on to you, hugging you tightly from behind. He hid his head behind your back and yelled, " B-Babe!! D-don't worry! I-I'll protect you! T-that's what a-a hero does!! "
You smiled at the way he act, and giggled. " Oh Alfie~ Your such a good hero. " You told, twirling your body, facing towards him. Then nuzzling into his neck. Alfred smiled a bit and pecked your lips.
You giggled again, then frowned. You stared off to somewhere else and sighed. Alfred stared at you, wondering why you look sad. His eyes looked at your eyes, filled with innocence and guilt.
" Hey babe? " He told. " You ok? Is something wrong? " You averted your eyes on Alfred and looked into his eyes. " It's nothing sweety.. "
" Oh come on babe. I just know something's wro
SacrificeSacrifice3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A rustle in the bushes.
A fleeting glimpse of a black pelt.
A glint of a blue eye.
The scent of desperation.
These are the things that a cat would have experienced, had one been there that night. But no cat was. No cat would ever know.
A tiny squeak. The black cat set what she was carrying down, tenderly. She licked it's black ear, and a sad smile twitched at the corners of her mouth.
"Mommy ?" It mewed sleepily.
"Ssshhh, now, my sweet Do not speak, or we will be discovered." The tiny kit nodded, scared. She picked it up again. She lithely manoeuvred through the trees, her black pelt bleeding into the shadows. But the kitten's white pelt stood out, it was a beacon. At the moment, this was bad, but it would hopefully be the thing to save her life Suddenly, there was a rustle behind the black cat. A scent hit her, and her blue eyes widened. With pupils dilated, she bounded forward. Her fur stood up on end, as she heard the sound of some
Vanya Wolfshadow character sheetVanya Wolfshadow character sheet2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Female Rashemaar human Clr6 of Mystra/Wiz10/Hth2: CR 16; Medium-size humanoid (human); HD 6d8+12 plus 10d4+20 plus 2d4+4; hp 105; Init +7; Spd 30 ft.; AC 23 (touch 13, flat-footed 20); Atk +15/+10 ranged (1d4+1/19-20, +2 returning spell storing throwing dagger) or +14/+9 melee (1d6+4 plus 1d6 cold/x2, +3 defending frost brand shortspear) or +11/+6 melee (1d4+1/x2, Vryll's whip) or +13/+8 ranged touch (by spell) or +11/+6 melee touch (by spell); SA Turn undead 6/day; SQ Aura, cohort, familiar (cat), place magic, spontaneous casting; AL NG; SV Fort +13, Ref +8, Will +21; Str 13, Dex 16, Con 14, Int 20, Wis 17, Cha 16. Height 5 ft. 3 in.
Skills and Feats: Concentration +25, Decipher Script +15, Diplomacy +14, Handle Animal +5, Heal +12, Knowledge (arcana) +26, Knowledge (geography) +7, Knowledge (history) +15, Knowledge (religion) +14, Knowledge (the planes) +12, Move Silently +6, Perform (dance) +5, Sense Motive +9, Spellcraft +30, Survival +5; Combat Reflexes
Spirit BlazeSpirit Blaze2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Iridescent flickers of color
Float carelessly throughout the air
Resurfacing the wanders of the unknown
While exposing the passions within
The flames of the heathen blaze
Burst forth in sentimental dance
Exploding the tendencies of lacking thus
The infliction no longer dispersed
How I long of that fire
That flare of confession
Which leads and forgives and disappears
While leaving behind charred souls
My heart is made of coal
No longer of the nightly failings
But rather of the sky light sparks
That disappears behind rusted remarks
The spirits of the flourish
Tend to all my worthless cares
They bring up to the feelings of thus
The life circle...
Of the spirit blaze
To Us- Synesthesiai.To Us- Synesthesia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
excites a burst
of color; an
tastes of mangoes;
caressing my senses.
your flavor is
all become a
"T" is crabby
and "I" worries.
"J" is strong
each number becomes
its own plane
all the numbers
becoming an army
of curvy rows,
a perfect pattern.
each and every one
a different hue,
a different shade,
Monster in the ClosetMonster in the ClosetMonster in the Closet2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ugly. Repulsive. Loathsome. Appalling. Hideous.
But how do we know?
For all we know
It could be
Beautiful. Lovely. Gorgeous. Sublime. Breathtaking.
You are not the monster
That lives in the cluttered mess of your closet.
The Angel of ChoiceThe Angel of ChoiceThe Angel of Choice3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
[rewritten in a more correct English thanks to Magnius159 (http://magnius159.deviantart.com), to whom goes all my gratitude]
«I've been called the angel of death, but I don't bring death. I bring Choice. Life is not the only choice we can make, yet is the only one we consider. We choose it out of habit, out of fear, by instinct - like animals; simply because we do not realize that we do have an alternative at our disposal: death. Well, I oblige to choose. I bring awareness to those who refuse to do it and thus remain in the limbo of a life not lived. How many live by force of habit and do not understand what it means - the gift of life? Well, I'm in search of them.
I neither bring with me a scythe, nor wear a black tunic. I'm neither old nor scary. I'm young and my words are my weapon. Don't hope that I won't break your weak spirit and wise you up. Oh no, I will demolish your illusions and your beliefs. I will show you what it means to live and what it means to
Mindless OriginalityWho are you?Mindless Originality2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who are you, really?
Are you the boy with the head of fair hair,
Who may not be the tallest,
But he's a good height
With a good enough nature
And he plays football and
He's strong and the girls
Absolutely love him.
When he's not shooting back steroids
And heroin behind the bleachers
Who are you, really?
Ae you the girl with the big hair
Back combed and dyed black so it looks like
A permanent black cloud above her head.
It's rather fitting, really
Because everyone's seen her arms
With the cuts and the scars and
She never talks or smiles
And everyone knows she's depressed.
So of course they don't listen when she tells them
That smoking and drinking
Until you can't stand up straight
Who are you, really?
Are you the boy with the dark
Rimmed with dark eyeliner and
Half covered with hair that everyone says
Is too long and should be cut.
He stands in the corner because
He's attractive enough to sit with the popular
Mark of the Beast -Drarry-Ch2His first night in the Slytherin dormitory had been nothing but restless, and Harry didn't trust any of them. At all. Not even Draco who seemed to be determined to follow him everywhere if Harry chose to leave the dormitory. It was becoming a right pain in the ass and he would have snapped at him, but after seeing how the other Gryffindors seemed to shy away from him at the site of Draco standing beside him.Mark of the Beast -Drarry-Ch23 years ago in Romance More Like This
As they walked into the Great Hall for breakfast on their first day back, instinctively Harry had stepped towards the Gryffindor table until he remembered that he was with the snakes. He turned right around and sat down at the Slytherin table beside that he thought was Blaise Zambini, only to have Draco sit down across from him.
"How was your first night with us then Potter?" Draco asked as he poured himself a glass of orange juice. "No snake bites?"
"Funny " Harry muttered tiredly, not really in the mood to put up with Draco or any of his shit. He had a cup of tea and a plate
My Apocalyptic Dreams and Damned MiseriesMy Apocalyptic Dreams and Damned Miseries3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I woke up to the stifled clinking sounds of gunfire, maybe a mile or two in the distance. Heavy machine gunfire. More than one carrier.
The name of such ruthless sinners alarmed my numbing thoughts. I sat up, taking in the trashed surroundings. What may have once been a prosperous sprightly lake was, to my reality of this forsaken world, a crumbled dried-up mud flat. Not much life was discerned except few weeds and dying patches of buffalograss scattered randomly all around. The grainy dirt was unbearable, and I just realized the irritating ache throbbing from my thighs to the back of head; the result of sleeping on it last night.
The gunfire continued. I cocked my head to the left to percieve the sound. Left, where I was sure one village was settled around...
Paying Fantasy and SciFi MagsNote: all links go to the magazines' submission guidelines. Also, I put Fantasy & Science Fiction in the Science Fiction category because they require some small aspect of science fiction, no matter what.Paying Fantasy and SciFi Mags3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Another note: I know there are a lot more magazines out there, but I had to choose between some of them so this list wouldn't go on for eternity, especially in the sci-fi area. My selections were mostly based on their websites -- how confused I got finding guidelines or not, how understandable their guidelines were, and so on.
"Black Gate publishes epic fantasy fiction at all lengths, including novel excerpts, as well as articles, news and reviews. We're looking for adventure-oriented fantasy fiction suitable for all ages, as long as it is well written and original."
" We pay 3-6 cents/word for fiction up to 5,000 words, $150-$200 from 5,000 to 15,
Just...They tell me to stop,Just...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I keep going...
It's not their choice but mine,
And I won't stop until they start showing.
Breaking the HabitShout into my pillow,Breaking the Habit2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let it hear my screams,
To feel my pain,
And know my fears.
I'll cry myself to sleep,
and want to do it again.
So I'll claw at my wrists,
and wish they'd bleed...
I'll look in a mirror,
And force myself to smile.
The mirror always lies to me,
It shows me who I want to be.
Not the real Nathalie...
I'll fall to the floor,
And start to cry.
I just need one more,
Just to stop the pain
I'm going through.
But I can't go back to it,
Because tonight I'm breaking the habit.
there's no pain in the rainThe Rain is what connects us to the sky,there's no pain in the rain3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not a symbol for grief,
It purify all your fears and worries,
So the next time you're sad
And it's raining,
Don't mistake it for pain,
Walk out into the street,
Lift your arms out wide,
And let it rinse you away.
LifeImagine a perfect worldLife3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where oppression does not exist
We could be free without hindrances
And no one throws a fist
No one would ever cower
And we wouldn't have to strife
Just to have our voices heard,
And stay full of life
We wouldn't be consternated
At everything we do
And no matter what we become in life,
To ourselves we would always remain true
Nothing would be perilous,
So no need to be vigilant
Only peace and prosperity,
Never at all violent.
Such a perfect world
Only exists in ones' mind
There's not much hope left,
And people are still blind
Do they see they boy crying
In the corner of the room?
Do they see the girl clutch the knife
That sends her to her tomb?
Do they see the man on the street
Who has not much left to live?
Do any of them realize
What we never give?
Parents are grown up children
So why can't they remember
How it feels to be compared
To those that are always better?
We're not automatons
That'll always be the best
And getter marks than everyone
Whenever we get te
lines for rae armantroutFor instance, an old oak grovelines for rae armantrout2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And to you, Rae, because what appears
is always the cosmic cascading bodies,
torched and tumbling,
and someone screaming evacuate-
meaning rebuild, re-haunt.
Reading about the experiment,
it became evident-
the traffic of moans,
crowds of shadows standing
in the peripheral,
a sense of expectation and dread.
This is how death comes in poems:
The last campfire in the distance goes dark.
The Dance of WordsWhen will I learnThe Dance of Words3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not to say a word?
They always leave me to burn
Making these feelings absurd
It's such a waste of time
A useless exercise of rhyme
These feelings just repeat
Leaving me at their feet
I realized long ago
That my reasons to try
Would soon softly die
How could I not know?
Questions without answers
Flit across the page
Like tragically beautiful ballet dances
Wondering where they belong in this age
My place is undecided
And only with the pen
Are these feelings confided
Then left to rot in the liar's den
The Long Waged WarLet out your angerThe Long Waged War3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Let out your rage
Put up your fists
You've got a war to wage
Hatred is the key
To winning this war
And those you abhor
Ignore the burns
Ignore the black and blue
Just smash down the walls
Break right through
For your enemy is gracious
He accepts death with open arms
And never would he ever
Bring you any harm
He loves you dearly
For you he would die
He'd never ask twice
Wouldn't blink an eye
So don't shed a tear
He won't die in vain
When you stab his chest
He won't feel any pain
Only love for his beloved
Which is you, my dear
Too late to cower
Too late to fear
March right in
And claim your right
But instead kneel down
At the glory of his light
He is true love and patience
He is peace and kindness
He will touch your eyes
And heal your blindness
Let out your tears
Let go of your rage
For this is a war
You no longer wish to wage
__The Path__I am running; forever running.__The Path__3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is no path.
There are no surroundings.
There is only blackness.
And I am running through it.
But then, a light flashes far ahead of me.
It is bright and warm and welcoming.
Its sweet song calls to me.
I am running towards this light.
But now the ground shakes beneath me.
My vision blurs, and for a moment I stumble.
There is now a path.
It is thin and rocky and weak.
On either side is empty blackness.
I am running along this path.
There is a loud bang that resonates through the air.
From either side of the path I'm running on, sound bursts forth
It is loud and deafening and distracting.
I cover my ears
I am still running.
And now images appear.
They are dancing obnoxiously around me.
They want my attention.
They are distracting me.
They are leading me off of the path.
I close my eyes
I am hanging by my arm from the path.
Blackness swirls below, eagerly reaching out to me.
I am in pain.
The path is exhausting.
Divination as a Means of Finding a Way Back 1. I say nothing I am thinking.Divination as a Means of Finding a Way Back3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For twelve years I have wanted
to do exactly this, but suddenly
pronouncing my own name calls up
the question of who it belongs to
in the same breath Like
Solomon I was born a singer
but in the wrong key and my
chords will not carry me, will not
summon the wolves to me only
packs of hungry dogs
stupid with domestication
but nearly feral And like
a hungry ghost I have learned
not to speak against those
who will give me food
2. A sketch of myself.
He says I must have been born
in the wrong culture, he says. I got a taste of
the crackling heat here, heat to drive you crazy,
and suddenly I open my wide arms for
New Orleans, find myself needing the wind from
the Great Plains. Like a buffalo I have the spirit
of the Sun and I carry it with me. I am a plant
of burnt umber,
brown, ready and waiting like
sage bushes, like the hill you go to that is best
for collecting jun
MurderWhiteness surrounds me,Murder4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
White flurries as far as the eye can see.
My body continues to run,
As I try to stop what I have done.
My breath lingers in the air,
With so little time to spare.
My body is so numb from the cold,
The wind's bite strong and bold.
It tears at my body with its ice cold fingers,
Its touch continues to stay and linger.
My breath is coming short now,
As my finale comes to a bow.
I can't stop now I must go on,
Try to to fix what I did wrong.
The life that must be saved,
The one that I have dearly craved.
The person I love is where they are at,
That I knew for a fact.
Someone watches me as I make it to the end,
Turning around the next bend.
All feeling is gone,
My body and soul must go on.
But it was too late for them when I came,
For my love's blood was washed with the crying rain.
OvercomeOvercomeOvercome2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I do this...well...when it is needed.
I haven't written in so long
Yet tonight it is needed
For my emotions have been drawn
Like a fountain they pour
All that is inside of me
Silent words never spoken
The tears that are never seen
I am not sure if it will help
I am not sure of much at all
To many emotions
I wish it would stop
I want it all to go away
I wish I truly had wings
Maybe then I would be free
Maybe finding peace and serenity
Yet that is a childish thought
For the world we live in
It will always be a dream...