A Not So Secret Family MomentA shuffling noise from the bushes on the other side of the fire quickly brought Bilbo to consciousness. He made to grab his sword as he looked up but he was rooted to the spot by a rather odd sight. A sight that made him rub his eyes free of the image.A Not So Secret Family Moment2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Nope, still there.
Thorin was sitting on a fallen log with Fili sitting cross-legged facing away from him, which of course wasn't the odd thing. The odd thing was that Thorin was, of all things, braiding Fili's hair.
Now all dwarfs braid their hair, so that wasn't shocking at all for Bilbo. It was that Thorin, himself, was doing the braiding. Which caused Bilbo to rub his eyes yet again.
Again, still there.
Bilbo couldn't help but watch, swallowing hard, as Thorin slowly threaded his fingers through the dark gold locks, stopping every now and then to remove an errant twig or leaf.
His eyes were pulled from the entrancing dance those fingers were doing as they intricately plaited the golden locks when he heard
Thorin grumble at Fili, "Fil
20 Rules of Thorin and Company 20 Rules of Thorin and Company20 Rules of Thorin and Company2 years ago in Humor More Like This
1. Despite having a name Bilbo Baggins shall always be referred to as ‘the Hobbit’ or ‘Burglar’.
2. Thorin’s speeches are majestic and must be adhered to at any point in time.
3. Balin must always be the one to tell stories of the past.
4. When the Hobbit states that you have parasites it is wise to always play along.
5. Kili and Fili are never to be separated. Ever.
6. Trolls cannot be reasoned with. They are half-wits.
7. Kili and Fili are not to watch the ponies. Ever.
8. Elves are not appropriate company. The only time an elf may appear in dwarvish speak is in the context of an insult. For example, tree shagger is most appropriate.
9. Bofur is the ultimate good guy, no matter what people might say about dwarves.
10. Do not take Bofur’s hat. Under any circumstances. Ever.
11. Do not take Thorin's sword. Under any circumstances. Ever. Unless you like being cut in half.
12. Troll hoards stink. End of story. De
The NothingsThe NothingsThe Nothings3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Once upon a time there were somethings.
Somethings where the little girl with the pigtails would come bouncing home talking to her mother about what she did at school today, how was her friend Jimmy, and oh! she almost forgot her crayons, but luckily Emily was there to remind her.
She would prattle on and on delightedly while her mother listened, her euphoria taking her higher than the moon.
She insisted on acting "grown up".
She would sit, straight and stark, and never forget to keep her elbows off the table and her napkin on her lap. She would always say "yes, ma'am," , "no, ma'am,", "thank you very, very muchly," and "excuse me!", over-enunciating the words and biting off the ends of sentences, so that to her they sounded sharp and crisp, just like her daddy talked on the phone, and she knew everyone wanted to be like daddy.
Her parents shared subtle smiles, hidden amidst floral handkerchiefs.
She became a butterfly, she said. She wanted to
Maedhros: Son of FireHe was the fireMaedhros: Son of Fire4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Wine until bottom
And pain of fame
He was my father
His anger like flood
We sealed our Oath
In fire and blood
The flame extinguished
By Oath we're still bound
Through tears and pain
No rest to be found
The blood on my hands
And my hand in chains
What was it for
When nothing remains?
The Light we sought, burns
So close, yet so far
We are not worthy
To touch a star
Burning flame, take me
And clean the stain
Take the cursed Jewel
And end my pain!
In fire it started
In fire it ends
Just like my father
The fire in my veins
Last Friday NightSummary: AU!! Yanagi Fuyumi wakes up not remembering most of what happened the night before until she finds herself waking up next to Staz C. Vlad, the most notorious delinquent at school.Last Friday Night3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: Wake up in the morning and-OMG.
"Owwww, my head " Yanagi cradled her head as she woke up. She tried her best to smooth away the dull ache but it was to no avail. She moaned lightly, rolling onto the other side of her bed. Her hand landed on something solid and warm, making her want to move closer. When she squeezed herself close, she dazedly moved with the movement of heat wait, movement?
She cracked open one eye and then both when she realized someone was sleeping right next to her.
In her bed!
The sleeping form stirred awake, rolling over to reveal a boy around the same age as her. His hair was all over the place and his eyes showed the tell tale signs of staying up too many late nights for God knows what. He opened one eye to reveal one ruby red orb lazily staring right a
Tangled Luck Ch 3No matter how careful I am, I always find myself in bad situations. I don't know if life just hates me, or if the universe is out to get me. I've more or less learned to accept the bad and expect no good. Sometimes, though, the universe will throw me a curve ball.Tangled Luck Ch 32 years ago in Drama More Like This
Chapter 3 – The Luck About Locked Doors
Eugene Fitzherbert lived above a book store called Flynnigan's Tower of Books. It looked like a quaint little second hand shop. As Rapunzel and Eugene got off the bus he pointed it out.
"See, it's just a block away on that corner. It won't take long to get there." The bus drove away and Eugene took Rapunzel's hand. She wanted to rip her fingers from him, but killed the urge. She didn't want to do anything rash around this man, for fear he might blow up again, even though she felt he really wouldn't do that.
As she and he approached the bookstore, Rapunzel saw that the store was having a 50% off entire stock sale. She also saw p
HumanShe's a geek,freakHuman3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate that girl
And she's so stupid and lazy
She's schizophrenic,and did you see the way
She looked at that other girl today?
Yep,she must be gay
She hears new insults every day
Piling them on,carrying them around the way
One might carry heavy luggage
She smiles through it all like she doesn't care
But behind the mask she wears,there
Can you see it?
She's just like you
Tangled Luck Ch 1I've never been lucky. I bring good luck to others, but I've never had much luck myself. I decided I couldn't change my life, but, once you decide on something, God let's you know that he has another plan in store. At least, that's what I learned in the rain.Tangled Luck Ch 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter 1 – Changing Luck in the Rain
Rapunzel Moore looked glumly out the classroom window. The weather outside fit her mood perfectly. With every passing minute, the sky grew darker and darker over the city of New Sonnenburg. Every now and then, fissures of lighting struck out across the bottom of the ominous clouds and thunder sounded the coming storm. Rapunzel liked days like this, because even though the sun wasn't there, there was the promise that is was just beyond the clouds. When she was younger and happier, Rapunzel would pretend that she could brush the clouds away with a flick of her hand. But Rapunzel learned a long time ago that there's no such thing as magic or f
Black Russian Breakfast"Black Russian Breakfast"Black Russian Breakfast2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Starring Paul and Richard
As soon as I woke, Richard rolled over on top of me and sat up to straddle me. It wasn't like him to watch me sleep, but it was clear that he'd been doing just that.
"Ngh," I grunted from the extra weight, bringing my hands up to grab him around the waist. I stroked his lower back a bit, still half-asleep, gazing up at my lover through lazy lids. "Let me wake up first," I mumbled, postponing the usual morning sex session just a bit longer.
I continued to lazily stroke his back, then quietly drifted off once more. Awoken by my own snore, I snapped back to attention, causing Richard to chuckle.
"Come join me for coffee when you actually wake up," he said, patting me on the chest before climbing off me. He walked over to the dresser and threw on a black wifebeater before retreating out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him. In the moment that the door was open, the scent of brewing coffee wafted in. It meant that Richard
Blood Lad-Just Brother ThingsIt was one of those weird days where it actually rained in the Demon World,it was also a thing that Staz hated,not because the atmosphere outside was gloomy,no,the mere thought of rain brought him memories,some of them good,some of them bad but the most important involved his brother Braz D.Blood.Blood Lad-Just Brother Things2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Before he went "Mad Scientist" mode on his little brother,before Liz was on signal,Braz was actually like any other older brother,gentle,caring,loving,deep inside Staz wanted those days to come back but he would brush aside those thoughts out of pure pride,he didn't want to show weakness in front of others,that's why he was alone in his small appartment staring outside through the window to see how the streets were soaked,then lightning decide to strike & to the young vampire's luck it was a loud one,it was like that day when he was just a kid still in the Acropolis,when the weather was just like today.....
The weather must have been pretty bad if the Demon World Acropoli
ThorinxReaderThorinxReaderThorinxReader1 year ago in Romance More Like This
You felt a familiar tingle travel up your spine and repressed the urge to shudder. Without turning around you knew why you felt this way, or rather, you knew who was making you feel this way. You peeked behind you, confirming the worst, he was here alone.
“He's here again.” one of the other bar maids muttered in a sing song tone, “Just sort of staring.”
You nodded curtly, keeping your attention on the mugs you were cleaning. She gave you a doubtful look, chewing absently on her lower lip before bustling off. You stayed where you were, not wanting to look behind you, knowing that when you did you would find yourself enraptured by pair of ice-blue eyes.
What was his name? Ah yes, Thorin. The blacksmith's would often boast very loudly of how well he worked in the forges, then turn around and laugh at how they had cheated the dwarf out of a good portion of his pay.
Ellie (the only bar maid you were friends with) slid over to you, tapping you roughly on
BofurxReaderBofurxReaderBofurxReader1 year ago in Romance More Like This
It wasn't often that people of different races frequented your bakery. Your shop was located in the very middle of town and because of its small size, everyone except the few town regulars, just passed it by, eager for the pastries sold at the large (and in your opinion overly advertised) tavern bakery. For those who liked to drink, it was a bit of a bonus.
So when the stout dwarf with a rather silly hat walked into your bakery, you stared. You knew it was rude, but quite frankly, you couldn't help yourself. After all, the last non-human person that had come here was a rather intimidating elvish woman with the most glorious blonde hair you had ever seen.
Your staring did not go unnoticed. Giving you a uncertain smile, the dwarf tapped the glass display case. “How much for a dozen doughnuts?” You told him the price and he grinned, “Well then, in that case I'll take four dozen.”
Your jaw dropped and you had to force the question out, “Four
Tangled Luck Ch 2There are three kinds of luck: good, bad, and none at all. It's really up to the person to decide which one they've been dealt. I just assumed I always had bad luck.Tangled Luck Ch 22 years ago in Drama More Like This
Chapter 2 – A Cog in the Luck Machine
Eugene stood to the side, his hand bandaged, hiding the ten stitches he had just gotten. He leaned against the wall, his arms crossed. He was just looking at Rapunzel. Not glaring or staring or even with a hint of mischievous thoughts. He was just looking at her. She was painfully aware of his presence, his piercing gaze. It was like his eyes could see right through her. She tried not squirm, but he just kept looking at her. His eyes stayed fixed on her, even when the doctor was showing Rapunzel the x-ray of her arm.
"As you can see right here," the doctor circled the elbow joint with a pen, "there is no damage to the humorous or the radius and ulna. So you just sprained your funny bone, but don't worry, you can s
I'm not you pt.21I'm not you pt.212 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Half an hour later we sat on my bed and listened to some music, both smoking and smiling happily. I laid my head back and blew out the smoke.
"When will you go to Niki?", I asked softly but fearing the answear.
"Tomorrow morning, I'll stay for the night", he smiled. Smiling, too I laid my hand on his and squeezed it gently.
Paul sunk down and rested his head in my lap.
"You're tired?", I asked and examined his peaceful face. He shook his head
"Not at all". We were quiet for some time. The smoke curled up in my room and out of the small window and made the air look blueish around us. I ran my forefinger over his face lightly, traced his features until our cigarettes were both burned out. I was still not hungry but I gathered some food and cooked something out of leftovers.
Absently I watched him destroy the dinner in a really impressive time.
It felt strange but I somehow had the weird image of us being an old couple happily married but of course this was stupid because Paul was already
DistractedHermione was spending Easter Holidays at the Burrow along with her parents. She didn't want to spend Easter away from them, not now that things seemed to be getting back to normal, but she didn't want to spend Easter away from Ron either, so she was ecstatic (and more than a little surprised if she was honest with herself) when her parents agreed with her suggestion to spend Easter at the Burrow.Distracted3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Currently she was cuddled up on the sofa revising for her N.E.W.T.s. Arthur and Molly had taken her parents to Diagon Alley to show them around and would be back in the evening, Harry and Ginny had gone out for a walk, George was at the shop, and Ron was taking a shower.
She was so engrossed in her studying that she didn't hear Ron entering the room, creeping behind her and grabbing the book out of her hands.
"Ron! Firstly, don't do that! You nearly gave me a heart-attack! And secondly, give me my book back!"
"I think you've done enough studying for today Hermione."
She stood and marched over
KilixreaderKilixReaderKilixreader1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Flipping a page in your book, you let out an annoyed breath of air. Summertime was not your favourite season. It was bad enough that the days were sweltering, but it was even worse when you had to go home to a forge, where the temperatures where akin to that of dragon fire.
Sweeping a lock of sweaty hair out of your eyes, you leaned back against the tree you were nestled in, grateful for the small amount of shade it provided you.
From your vantage point you could see the roof of your father's forge and the dark smoke that billowed out of the smokestacks. You groaned internally, it seemed like there was no place left on middle earth that was cool.
“You look like you're about to melt.” You jumped at the unexpected sentence, looking about for the owner of the voice. Below you a familiar face grinned up at you, dark eyes twinkling.
“Why aren't you in the forge Kili?” Closing your book, you carefully slipped from the branch you had been sitting on. His gr
Breaking the habbitCuttingBreaking the habbit1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is a bad habbit
That becomes an addiction
We love the pain
We love the blood
We love the adrenaline
It causes numbness
To go away
Even if only for a moment
We know it's wrong
But we can't help it
We always say:
"Just one more"
And when we try to end it
It becomes worse
We miss the shine of the blade
The crimson color of the blood
And its taste on our mouth
The blade is caling me now
Should I attend to it?
Beauty's in the eyeI don't need to be told I'm beautifulBeauty's in the eye4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because it doesnt matter what you think.
I don't need to be told I'm beautiful
because I know I am and I'm happy.
I don't need to be told I'm beautiful
because restating the obvious is pointless.
You don't need to be told you're beautiful,
because every single one of you is in your own way.
(No matter what anyone says-- you are.)
You don't need to be told you're beautiful,
but it's nice to know sometimes.
So in case you haven't heard it lately...
You are beautiful.
Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
Beatle GirlsIt's 2011, the world sucks and music is not like it was.Beatle Girls4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Beatle girls are restless, always moving in their seats. On the inside, they swirl with emotion.
They want a revolution.
Beatle girls buzz with the optimism of Paul McCartney, they flounce with the long-legged elegance of George Harrison, they enchant with the easy wit of John Lennon, they burst with the open happiness of one Richard Starkey.
They dance in their rooms, hoping that if they spin fast enough, maybe Harrison's Krishna will sweep them up and back into the past to dance with teddy boys at the begginings of rock n' roll.
They don't care if it rains, because rain is just a state of mind. It rains in England, you know, all the time, and that's where they're from
The Cavern is their temple, Liverpool their mecca, Anthology their bible; where they worship trippy guitar lines and love songs and four boys with long hair who rocked the entire world to its core.
Girls who listen to The Beatles fly like blackbirds, follo
dear mothersDear mothers, you call it adolescent confusion and it is, we know that,dear mothers1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
but we respect your opinions when you say you want divorces, so is it too much to ask
that you accept the word 'gay' without the arguments and the denial?
Dear mothers, stop the victim-blaming, it isn't our fault if our ex-boyfriends pinned us to the wall
and unzipped his pants. We didn't ask for it by dressing like a slut or being a lesbian,
just like you didn't ask for lung cancer by having a daddy that smoked his heart black.
Dear mothers, cutting is maladaptive, but do you know how angry that word can make us? When
all you can say is that it's a sickness and there's something wrong then congrats Captain Obvious,
you're alienating us further. We're trying our hardest and draping a curtain over our birdcages just makes it worse.
Dear mothers, we're not the smartest people on the planet and even if we can pull the As in the grade book, maybe
it's a shame that we have to, you know? The othe
Dead InsideI want to be a dead bodyDead Inside7 years ago in Other More Like This
Like the ones you see on TV
Choked, stabbed or shot to death
Is how I want to be
I know this may sound morbid
Suicidal or just plain wrong
But it's really how I feel
I'm singing my death song
No one can save me now
I'm planning to rid the world of me
As I'm taking my final breath
Depression is all you see
In my final moments
All the good, happy things I've done
Were overtaken by my sadness
Depression finally won
My lonliness went unnoticed
My cutting was ignored
Now I'm dead and you're sorry
You ever left me alone with that cord.
Super NormalEven Superman can bleed.Super Normal3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Even Batman can shed tears.
The Joker isn't always laughing,
And the Scarecrow has his fears.
The Riddler can't have all the answers.
Flash can't always be on time.
I'm a 100% average human,
And I want you to know that I'm
Gonna' make it through this!
Gonna' fight my way right through the odds.
I don't need to have special technology,
Superpowers, or be the child of Gods.
I may not be able to take a bullet to the chest,
But my heart will make it through this.
I'm a 100% regular person,
And I believe that I can do this.
R.I.P. John LennonI never knew John Lennon. I never grew up in a time when he was alive. I can only get to know him through books, movies, interviews, and most importantly, his music. And yet, I feel as though I know him in a spiritual sense. His lyrics have touched me in a way few have. When I listen to 'Imagine', I have to prepare myself because I know that I'll cry. I admired him in the Beatles for his musicianship, his wit, and his looks. After the Beatles ended, I still admired him for all of those things, but there were also new aspects of him that I loved: his quest for peace, his devotion to his loved ones, and the kindness he showed to fans.R.I.P. John Lennon4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I never cry into my pillow at night because I'll never get to meet him, but now and again, I wish that I have a dream where I can meet him. Until the day I die, that's the closest I can get to him.
I think I grew up not liking Yoko Ono because I've been taught to think t
Good Morning"Good Morning"Good Morning2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I read those two words aloud
Imagining your voice
Your lips whispering
Them gently into my ear
And then I'd smile
And say "Good Morning" too
As I'd let myself remember
Just how much i loved you
But now I look down
And all I see are two measly words
Sent from your fingers
Instead of your lips.
And while I tell myself
Those two words are enough
That your love and mine
Can traverse a hundred miles
A thousand miles
And still appear just as strong
Just as pure
And I worry, I fear
That my love may not
Be enough to keep you happy
And that one day
Just the memory of you
Won't be enough
To keep my tears away.
And every time I think that
Every time I let my worries attack
I feel my heart begin to break
Because in my heart
You're becoming someone
I can't live without
Even though I already am
And while it might be
The best way to save my heart
I don't want to say "Goodbye"
So I'll just say "Good Morning"
And wait for your reply.