The Written Words I1. Tańcz, dziecino, tańcz!The Written Words I5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Dzwonek zburzył ciszę niewielkiego warszawskiego antykwariatu, oznajmiając wejście klienta. Antykwariat zdawał się na pozór niczym nie odróżniać od pozostałych miejsc takiego autoramentu. Ba, wyglądał wręcz jak podręcznikowy przykład sklepu ze starociami. Półki pełne książek, tu i ówdzie porozstawiane stare meble, zastawy stołowe, ozdobne puchary i swego rodzaju kolekcjonerskie rarytasy - na ścianie wisiało kilka mieczy, zachowanych w wyjątkowo nienagannym stanie. Jednak ten antykwariat był inny. Typowi antykwariusze to zwykle mili, starsi ludzie albo młodzi entuzjaści minionych dziejów. Tutejszy właściciel zaś, siedząc sobie nonszalancko za ladą, reprezentował sobą raczej ciekawy typ człowieka. Długie, nieuczesane i czarne kłaki do ramion, szczeciniast
Almost Like Heroes 5Mężczyzna wstał, otrzepał się, podał Linusowi rękę i rzekł:Almost Like Heroes 56 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
- Wiedziałem, że nie powinienem się brać za szpiegowanie ciebie, ty stary draniu! Wzrok masz diaboliczne sprawny, jak zawsze.
Simon uśmiechnął się lekko pod nosem, mag odwzajemnił uśmiech. Magnus i Borys, stali osłupiali całą sceną, aż w pewnym momencie Zgniły podniósł nieśmiało dłoń i odchrząknął:
- Przepraszam, mogę się o coś spytać?
Szpieg i mag obrócili się jak jeden mąż. Eksplozja odpowiedział:
- Jasne. Uprzedzę twoje pytanie, znam się z Simonem od dziesiątego roku życia, razem chodziliśmy do akademii, tyle że on poszedł na Magiczne Szpiegostwo, a ja na Destruktologię Eksplozywną, więc nasze drogi się rozeszły. To, że ukrył się jako tape
oda do wybielaczaoda do wybielacza6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Teraz zatopie się w swoim świecie
w którym prym wiedzie truskawkowe dziecię
gdzie Renji pi*przy byaka nocami
a ja w myślach pi*prze Renjiego czasami
gdzie przez sto odcinków widza to truje
że super Ichigo wszystkich ratuje
a Orihime matkę Terese udaje
i jej słodycz spać mi po nocach nie daje D:
wzięły by się bisze trochę po miziały
by biednej Sirci włosy ze zmartwienia nie siwiały
więc co mnie zmusza do oglądania?
ogromna radość fangirlowania
nawet jak me paringi są bezpodstawne to są dla mnie niezmiernie zabawne
yaoi...yaoi... to coś genialnego
z kim by tu połączyć Truskawe potężnego?
może z Ishidą co łukiem wojuje..
do IchiRuki też wstydu nie czuje...
może z Renji wyszczekanym
albo z hollowem nieubłaganym
na pewno nie z Inoe i Tatsuki..
dlaczego ich nie lubię wie każdy głupi...
Evisceration of Imagination 6Magnus ruszył za niewątpliwie powabną walkirią. Ale teraz go to nie obchodziło, miał inne rzeczy na głowie. Linus został w poczekalni. Już nie aż tak ZŁY paladyn wszedł do gabinetu najpospolitszym krokiem, jakim można wejść do gabinetu. Wydawało się, że całe ZŁO uleciało z niego. Nawet czarny pancerz i powykręcane rogi na hełmie były jakieś takie mniej czarne i powykręcane. Freudulus siedział na fotelu, obok kozetki dla pacjentów. Przybrał cielesną formę starego, łysego mężczyzny z dość gęstą brodą i okrągłymi okularami na nosie. Uśmiechał się lekceważąco, a jednocześnie uprzejmie, jak to tylko psychologowie potrafią. Wskazał Magnusowi kozetkę. Paladyn posłusznie położył się. Chciał się wyżalić BEvisceration of Imagination 66 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Edward, co z ciebie wyrosnieEdward, co z ciebie wyrosnie6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Muzyczny dialog miedzy Edem a Winry. Niektorym sie nie podobalo Nie placz Winry (publikuje rowniez gdzie indziej), wiec moze to sie spodoba bardziej. Na melodie (oczywiscie) Kulfon, Kulfon, co z ciebie wyrosnie?. Enjoy.
Edward, Edward, co z ciebie wyrosnie?
Martwie sie juz od miesiaca.
Mleka nie pijesz i z Alem sie bijesz,
A reka powinna byc lsniaca!
Nikt jeszcze nie wie, co ze mnie wyrosnie,
Gruszki na wierzbie czy sliwki na sosnie,
Sam jeszcze nie wiem, czy byc czytelnikiem,
Czy tez po prostu Edem Elrikiem!
Edward, Edward, pomysly masz straszne,
Grzeczny badz wreszcie i mily.
Czemu o reke nie dbasz zupelnie?
Nie mam do ciebie juz sily.
Nikt jeszcze nie wie, co ze mnie wyrosnie,
Gruszki na wierzbie czy sliwki na sosnie.
Dzis mam ochote byc kundlem wojskowym,
Lecz cos innego mi przyjdzie do glowy.
Edward, Edward, jedyna pociecha,
Ze jeszcze czas masz spowazniec.
Wiec sie zdecyduj, dbaj tez o protezy,
I zycie przezyj odwaznie.
Nikt jeszcze nie wie, co ze mnie wyr
Pan ElricPan Elric6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Na melodiê "Pana Kmicica" Jacka Kaczmarskiego. A jednak siê przewraca.
Wilcze zêby, oczy z³ote
Gronie ostrze z rêki furczy
Gniew w zawody z wichru lotem
Dzika radoæ, lot jaskó³czy!
Czyn to czyn- wiêc czas na skutki,
Choæ genialny, lecz malutki...
Hej, alchemik wyborowy,
Z³otow³osy i stalowy!
Ksiêdzu- rozbiæ ³eb o ska³y,
Nogi przypomnieæ dziewczynie,
W pysk- ktokolwiek nazwie ma³ym,
W twarz- ktokolwiek siê nawinie!
Prêdzej bije, potem westchnie,
"Zostaw pana, bo ci zdechnie!"
Hej, alchemik wyborowy,
Z³otow³osy i stalowy!
Pies i dziecko- trudna rada,
Wszak nie mo¿na ci¹gle czytaæ
Bo pobawiæ siê wypada...
...i o rzeczy trzy zapytaæ!
Potem bicie w dzikim szale
Bawisz ludmi siê- ja wcale!
Hej, alchemik wyborowy,
Z³otow³osy i stalowy!
Jest nastêpne zagro¿enie:
Kto bez przerwy zemsty szuka
+Made For You 18A - BL+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+Made For You 18A - BL+5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Warning: Contains Boys Love and vulgar language.
Chapter 18: Pros and Cons (Part A)
Such a simple sounding word, but for such simple word so much seemed to change because of it. During Thursdays football game, after theyd both agreed to take their whatever-it-originally-was relationship to the next level and make themselves an official item, Elliot became aware of something shifting, and not just shifting, but changing altogether. Elliot wasnt sure what it wasmaybe it was the word and its context, or maybe it was his own feelingsbut it was definitely something.
Regardless of what it was exactly, the next seven days certainly proved its existence. Whenever they saw each other in the hallways, a certain moment would occur: time would graciously stand still for them, and then thered be that something extra that Elliot couldnt put a name to. A timid smile would overtake Cameron, a smile so s
Tame the IchiBeastTame the IchiBeast4 years ago in Teen More Like This
Ichigo sat on the edge of his bed, sulking. When his face started twitching, I knew it was time to help him out of this depression. I stood up, from the woodfloor where I had been sitting and reading romantic manga, and walked to his bed. I sat down behind him, but he just ignored me. I began to rub his back. His head turned to the side to see me, and I saw his lips form a smile. He only smiled, truely, for me. His smiles always make me smile a little in return.
"What was that for?" He asks me, solemly. I sigh.
"You were being depressed again. Were you thinking about you battle with Ulquiorra?" After I said this, his eyes went teary. He put his hands up to cover his face and sobed.
"I could've hurt Orihime or Uryuu! Maybe even killed them, I don't know what I've become!" He said through each cry.
"IchiBeast." I whispered. He looked up from his sobbing and
Weep Not For The Memories. . .Weep Not For The Memories. . .6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The light shines brightly on these calloused walls,
they tell me things I never had heard before.
I walk alone and tormented as I stride down the halls,
Listen! They whisper! Oh, please, tell me more.
My daughter, my child, my wife, Lucy, too,
are all but left away within my heart.
I want to be back with them, but that I cannot do,
for not only does water conquer me, but tears us apart.
How long have I been here? Months? Days? Years?
All I ever do it seems is but to constantly groan.
Lucy, my love, you aren't hear to dry my weeping tears,
Johanna, my pet, your dearest father wants to come home.
I swear it on the grave to you both that I shall be back,
we'll go far away, all of us together, just wait and see.
If perchance, anything should happen, I will use tact,
I love you darlings, have faith what I do and simply . . . believe.
For the light shines brightly on these calloused walls,
the light doth show the way, I know this very well.
The foreman says to walk with him down these halls,
A Barber and His BladeListen close to the sound of the bladeA Barber and His Blade6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Only in crimson, does its shine fade
Extension of the barber's hand
Leaving it's actions never unplanned
The man walks in, unknowing and naive
Doesn't see blood on the barber's sleeve
The end of the man came fast and quick
The seat he sat in fell back with a click
Next time you see him, he's served on a plate
But no one knew this would be his fate
All except Mr. Todd
Who tread the path that few have trod
His friends, his family, his partners in crime
Waited for him, all this time
Using them to exact revenge
He thinks of the life he must avenge
He thinks of Lucy
And Johanna too
As he slits the throats
Of the unlucky few
The blade skips across the awaiting flesh
Leaving a wound, raw and fresh
And when the floor is stained, by a crimson wave
You'll know he never forgot and never forgave...
Dead LettersDear Enigma,Dead Letters7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You sit at the back of class (when you decide to show up, that is), and you smell of smoke and weed and stale alcohol, and you never say anything. Its like you are drowning in your own self-created pool of silence. There are needle tracks in your veins, and scars on your skin, and your eyes are so dead, and your hands so cold and sometimes I wonder if your heart is still beating.
I want to speak to you but I can never find the words.
I want to save you but I dont know how.
But just so you understand,
I think everything you do is perfect.
I think you should dump him. I know you say you love him, and want to be with him forever, but the truth is, youre the only one who feels like that.
After all, he cheated on you with me.
Im sorry Im such a horrible friend.
Im not sorry I kissed him.
Quit the cheer-team.
Its turning you
MirrorWithin a rusty frameMirror7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lies, a painting.
Brush the dust with a finger
a picture forms
two eyes staring back
trees faded in the background.
Like a scene from childhood
you see yourself running
surrounded by familiar faces,
and smiles that felt like yesterday.
All in a few brush strokes.
Bittersweet MemoriesRemember those days?Bittersweet Memories7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Remember those days we shared
Of sun and sea and sand,
Candy coated lips and home-made lemonade?
(Our hands were sticky from half-melted Ice Blocks)
With Superman Smiles
And Catgirl confidence
We were ready to conquer the world.
(We wore our caps backwards on our heads, trying to be cool, and in those childhood years our minds were full of dreams and hope and fairytale endings.)
And remember that time?
Remember that time we shared
When you locked your bedroom door
And we danced on the bed to Tori Amos?
(She was turned up to loud, her voice distorted)
We whispered secrets to each other
Words made from faerie wings,
So soft, so tangible, so perfect.
(We would sing of childhood angst to the tunes of songs we knew too well, perverting the lyrics in our minds. And still, despite our many protests, our parents would have us bathed and in bed for eight o'clock curfew.)
And remember those hours?
Remember those hours we shared,
Getting ready for our first school dance,
List do none.Dzis jest noc szczerosci. Bez zatem zbednych wstepow i slow przejde do meritum, choc nachodzi mnie jedna mala dygresja, ktora musze zamiescic. Samotnosc w sieci. To takie zabawne.List do none.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ale zabawniejsze jest to ze zamiast przejsc do meritum, znow owijam w bawelne, i staram sie zmienic temat, tak by pokryc
swoja nieporadnosc slowna w tej kwestii.
Zatem. Droga nieznajoma. Obca osoba po drugiej stronie szklanego ekranu, wgapiona w niego, pewnie tak samo mocno jak ja. Wyobraz sobie, albo jesli masz mozliwosc pusc teraz, Lemon Tree zespolu Fools Garden, odkorkuj butelke dobrej wodki (kazdy jakas ma w domu, na czarna godzine) i sluchaj. Sluchaj i sproboj, zrozumiec... Zapomnij o pracy, szkole, rozterkach dnia codziennego. Oderwij sie od samego siebie i sluchaj. A potem unies sie ponad muzyke, wyobrazaj sobie jedynie nuty, ktore swieca na piecio lini jak jakies pieprzone robaczki swietojanskiej.
Po chwili mozesz zapomniec nawet o nich. Sa nieistotne.
Bo nawet bedac tak blisko, bedziesz jeszcze dale
A gdybyA gdyby tak przekluć Ci serceA gdyby7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Zostawić tam wielokaratowe złoto
Nie jestesmy po to zeby grzeszyć
Grzeszymy, poniekąd bezmyślnie
A gdyby tak odejść w nieznane
Wysluchać wiatru, wtulić się w brzoze
Odejsc, na zawsze
Poniekąd szukalam w twoich włosach zapachu
I w koszuli która nadal ukrywam w szafie
A gdyby tak przyznać się
Na głos powiedzieć pragnienia
Nie zmieni się nic, kochany!
Stracimy tylko nadzieje
Wlozylam Ci ręke do spodni
Ojejku to już zima!
Naidraug Saga: Chapter 20Kisaka didn't know what to say to Dreymeil. He already seemed upset when she had the knife up against her arm the day and knew she didn't want to be yelled at again for doing so.Naidraug Saga: Chapter 204 years ago in Teen More Like This
She stared down at her feet and bit her lip some more trying to think of what to say to him.
"I...." she started, her voice trembling a bit. After a minute she gave up all doubts and decided to tell him the truth, figuring if she lied to him, he'd see right through it. "Cause I deserve it!!" She blurted. Dreymeil's expression changed, so that he now looked upset and confused.
"No you don't." He replied darkly. Kisaka looked down at her arms and cringed.
"Yes I do!! I deserve every single thing that someone has done to me!" She whimpered, her eyes starting to get tears in them.
"Kisaka!! Stop it right now! Don't you realize how much damage you're doing to yourself!? To do these things to yourself... it doesn't make an sense!" He shouted out.
Kisaka's shoulders shook as he yelled at her, tears falling down her c
Premature love I can tell the difference between reality and fiction. In reality, he'll degrade you and embarrass you in front of everyone, leaving your heart feeling like shriveled-up moldy blue cheese. Call that cause you don't know anything better. Three things will happen. Break up, make up, and the cycle starts again. This kind of love is horrible, this kind of love is atrocious. I'm over it. Just stop. Here's my heart--oh look, you stomped it into pieces, no wonder you've got crimson on your shoes. ...Older guys? They make you feel special and important and mature. We both know they only want one thing.Premature love4 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Teenage love's no good, so pointless and hollow. Funny thing is the kids get so depressed from it they feel like killing themselves--filled with emotions you're not yet ready to bear. Also, why do people feel like they always have to have sex to prove their love to each other? Really now. Older guys wi
.Shine.I can see you standing there.Shine.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There before me, you are
Beautiful in nature, in flaw, in everything that makes you up
Even that one little problem,
But I excuse that because I love you so
I know this feeling, the one I get around you
You are the sunshine on my rainy days
You are the oxygen filling my lungs,
The snowflakes I taste on my tongue,
And everything in between.
When all this ends, which, I pray it won't,
I'll still be there, to be your friend
And simply just to care
When everyone else has walked away,
do not fear the rest of the day.
I am still here, and for now, I always will be.
And do not worry, you can always be yourself around me.
Bleed like me.You want to talk like me.Bleed like me.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Walk like me.
Bleed like me.
You want to hurt like me.
Cut like me.
Bleed like me.
You want to kill like me.
Die like me.
Bleed like me.
You want to touch like me.
Fuck like me.
Bleed like me.
Can't live like me.
Can't breathe like me.
Can't bleed like me.
Not too hard.
To roar like me.
Not too fast
To get to me.
Not too far.
To hold me.
Want to win like me?
Then fight like me.
Then go like me.
Stop hating on me.
Whining to me.
Quitting on me.
Stop trying to be like me
To want like me.
To cry like me.
You're a failure
In your own skin.
You will never
Bleed like me.
The Naidraug Saga: Chapter 18 Kisaka found it odd how a person like that could just brush off being hit by a vehicle so easily, but she decided she'd drop it for now. As they walked over to the parlor Kisaka couldn't help but get an uneasy feeling in her stomach as they reached the front of the shop.The Naidraug Saga: Chapter 184 years ago in Teen More Like This
"Why hello there, what can I get for y-" The man stopped in the middle of his sentence once he layed eyes upon Kisaka. He frowned at the girl and brought his attention to Dreymeil. "Anything for you, sir?"
"Yeah, I'd like an order of don't ignore chicks, please" He rolled his eyes. "Geesh, what do you want here, Kisaka? Do you want...." He squinted his eyes" "Chhhhooocooollaaattttteeee Icccceee creeeaaammm, or..." He squinted his eyes again. "or... Straawwwberrryyy icceecrreeaaammm? THE HELL'S ICECREAM!?"
Kisaka sighed, remembering he had no idea of what it was. "It'
The Naidraug Saga: Chapter 12Kisaka smiled a bit uneasily at Dreymeil.The Naidraug Saga: Chapter 124 years ago in Teen More Like This
"So, uh what'd you do when you left?" She asked him as they walked away from the school grounds. Drey only smirked.
"I took care of some stuff for you~" He said as he pulled her close. Kisaka blushed and looked away shyly.
"You'll find out soon enough..." Dreymeil said quietly as he put his arm around her, resting his hand on her hip. Kisaka blushed and brought her gaze down. "Oh okay.... so where do you want to go?"
Dreymeil shrugged. "Where ever"
"Then, we can go to my house! You can have dinner with my family!" She said happily. Dreymeil shrugged.
"Alright, better then starving." He smirked.
"Mom, I'm home!!" called Kisaka from the front door. She closed it behind her after her and Dreymeil walked inside. "My friend is staying for dinner!" Kisaka turned to glance at Dreymeil as if to make sure he didn't have a problem being called her friend. Dreymeil showed no change in his expression as he looked boredly around her house.
Killer od the NightIn the large rundown city of Porter Hollow lived a depressed emo girl named Jay. One night this young emo was walking home from a party where she got wasted. She noticed from the corner of her eye a shadowy figure following her. At first she thought it was just a mind game from being buzzed. She soon realized she heard louder footsteps following behind her.Killer od the Night4 years ago in Horror More Like This
She started to run; as she was running she was thinking that it could just be one of the giant sewer rats. So she stopped at the corner. When she turned to the right she was freaked. She saw Sam, her best friend since kindergarten. Jay asked Sam what was wrong with him. He took a step toward her walking into the gaslight that was flickering above them.
She noticed that her friend had blood all over his hands and face. She also noticed his eyes were red. She asked him again what was wrong. This time she didnt hesitate to hug him. As soon as she hugged him, a wrenched feeling went through her body. She knew her friend was no lon
The Naidraug Saga: Chapter 2Dreymeil set foot on earth after teleporting there. He looked around and smirked as he found himself surounded by several school girls.The Naidraug Saga: Chapter 24 years ago in Teen More Like This
"Not a bad place to start." He told himself as he made his way up to a school girl.
"Hey there" he greeted her. The girl turned her head to face him fully. Her eyes widened as she looked at him questionly.
"A-are you talking to me...?" She asked him as her blonde hair, reaching to her shoulders, blew into her face. She quickly moved the hair behind her ear.
"Yeah, who else would I be talking to?" Dreymeil said, smirking.
The girl looked around her to see that people were starting to stare.
"Uh... I think you have me confused with some one else..." She said as she stared at the ground, grabbing her right wrist
"Well I don't know many people around here anyways." Dreymeil said. "I'm Dreymeil, and you are~?"
The girl looked up at him and bit her lip.
"I...I'm Kisaka... Kisaka... Toriama...." She said, looking sad.
"Well nice to meet you, Kisaka." He said
Love Will Kill YouI asked her to danceLove Will Kill You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She asked me to die
It was but a moment later
That I started to cry
Tears trickled down my once placid face
I fell to the floor
Knowing death wouldn't be late
And as my soul seeped out
My heart burned in my chest
Air escaped my lungs in a huff
Why couldn't she have said, "Yes,"?
I died that same night
At the feet of my quote, diamond in the rough