Soul Eater - HeatSoul Eater - Heat4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Soul started awake one night. It was summer and he had left his window open to get the rare cool breeze, but it was hot. Too hot for comfort.
The pages of a book rustled as the cool breeze played through his room again. By the light of the moon he noticed that his bedroom door had been left open. He was sure he had shut it before going to bed.
Ignoring it, he turned over to look at his clock and see what time it was. Instead of coming face to face with his clock he turned over to face Maka.
She breathed lightly, easily, peacefully for the first time in weeks since defeating the kieshen. The only thing he wandered about was why she was in his bed and not her own.
"Hey, Maka," he said in a low voice, poking her cheek to try to wake her.
She turned over so that she was facing
Living a Lie Chapter 1Chapter 1 ~ The Harsh TruthLiving a Lie Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Amy Rose was just walking out of her cute little house in her signiture dress and boots. Her quills had grown down to her lower back and age had done her well. She was curently walking towards the Sonic team base. Amy was holding a basket for a picnic she had ben planing. All of her friends on the Sonic Team including Cream, Tails, Knuckles, Rouge Silver, Blaze, and most importantly Sonic were invited to the picnic. Yes she still felt a strong affection towards him. Amy continued walking untill she finally got to the base. There was no one to be seen. She decided to walk toward the living room window. She saw all her friends sitting there. It confused her because they rarely ever all sat togeather watching tv, so she decided to stay and listen to what they were saying since the window was open.
"Sonic when are you kicking Amy out of the group? No one really likes her here." said Rouge.
"Yeah, she can't even fight and her hammer does absolutely nothing." said
Kid's Mom Soul Eater FanficKid's Mom Soul Eater Fanfic4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Death the Kid and his friends were sent to a mission. A small village was being attacked by small yellow-eyed monsters created by a witch. The mission? Kill the monsters and the witch who was doing it.
From a cliff overlooking the village a bit destroyed by the monsters,
Kid was the first to jump along with the Thompson sisters going to the village and soon after it is followed by Maka, Soul, Black Star and Tsubaki.
They walk through the village looking at partially destroyed buildings looking for the local population.
Maka: where are they all?
Blac Star; yahooo !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the black star of incredible Shibusen is here to
defeat the witch! do not worry, The hero came !!^_^
Tsubaki: calm down Black Star, so you will scare people even more ^_^''
The door of a semi-destroyed houses opens showing the face of a bearded old man .
old man: who are you?
Kid stands in front of the door: students of Shibusen and we are here to investigate.
Seeking Golden BloodSeeking Golden Blood3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
You cannot escape what I've envisioned
So shut your mouth, sit down, and listen
I've seen your death in many ways
The hassle is which path to take
Shall I dangle you from rope and tether?
Applying pressure makes blood the redder
I paint with shades of red untold
Though I seek the girl with blood of gold
I wonder if that girl is you...
I suppose we shall see soon
Either way your life has ended
You're breathing now, but once I finish
Thinking what I want to do...
Ohhh, what position shall I paint of you?
You tremble with excitement girl
I'm glad you enjoy art
Girls that seek the pains of death so long to be apart
Why are you not crying girl?
Do you think that you are safe?
I crave the golden blood dear girl
Golden blood lies in the face
Look at your pretty locks, your pretty eyes
Surely you've got what I've so sought
I hope you do, but we'll see soon as I've said once before.
Give me your heart and get down on the floor...
Yes...you had no meaning when alive
And even now th
Paper Lungs She stood before me, her chest wide open, 'What do you think?'Paper Lungs3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I could not help but to stare. Her heart was beating - literally in front of my eyes - between two paper lungs stained with ink. Blinking, I asked, 'Why are you showing me this?'
The girl did not answer. Reaching into her chest, she pulled out a lung, and held it out to me, 'I breathe words,' she whispered, 'This lung is the lung I exhale with. These are the words I breathe.'
Taking it, I unfolded the paper lung, and felt millions of alveoli rippling under my fingertips. But there was something wrong.
I met her eyes, 'This lung is blank!'
'I know,' she said sorrowfully, 'It is not a worthy present to give to you. I'm sorry. I've run out of words...'
Screwing up the exhaling lung, the empty lung, I tossed it over my shoulder, 'Have you anything else to give me?'
Biting her lip, her hands trailed over her remaining lung, 'I have this... but it
Checking Up on Him"Psst, Zane? Zane? Are you awake?"Checking Up on Him3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Are you awake?"
"Haha, I am now, Orchid."
"Oh... sorry for waking you up."
"It's no matter. I can fall back asleep easily. But I'm assuming you wanted me for something though? Is something wrong?"
"No... I mean, yes... I mean, yes and no."
"Which is it?"
"Yes, I came here for something, but there's nothing wrong... with me."
"Is it one of the others? Is there anything I can do to help?... Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I'm looking at you like this because you're so... not what they imagined a wizard would be. Yet they treat as if you were worse than what they imagined. And despite that, you're still willing to help one of them if they need it?"
"Well, yes. Why shouldn't I?"
"I'm not saying you shouldn't. You don't have to, but you would and that's so kind and thoughtful and someone as kind and thoughtful as you doesn't deserve to be treated like you're worth any less than us."
"That's what my ancestors believed abo
SilenceLet's just sit hereSilence3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
[in the silence]
with nothing but our thoughts
swaying in the breeze.
10 Ways to Love a Girl - Guys VersionHow to love a girl - Guys Version10 Ways to Love a Girl - Guys Version3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
10. Cheat on her with another girl she can't even compare to.
9. "Forget" your three year anniversary.
8. Shove her problems away. After all, they're not yours.
7. Valentines Day? What is this you speak of?
6. Blow her off for some beer (even though you're underage)
5. Drag her heart through tones of thorns.
4. You mean girls have birthdays, too??
3. Slap her.
2. Tell her she looks fat in everything she wears. Yup, that ought to boost some self esteem!
1. Make sure she knows that without a doubt that she was your second choice.
Collab Part 1Author's Note: This is not an actual chapter in either of our stories. It's just a fun little thing on the side. However, chronologically, it fits in immediately after chapter five. I haven't written that yet, but I just didn't want to have to put this off any longer.Collab Part 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Julia was gone; she'd left for her friend's house a couple of hours ago. I was left out in the backyard, tethered to a stake in the ground on a long leash.
I really hate leashes.
I didn't really see anything else to do, so I simply lounged on the back porch, soaking up what sun got through the constant thick layer of overcast in the sky. Barely enough to be considered warm. I stretched, sighed, and relaxed.
The lack of stimulation was just plain killing me. I had to get up, move around, or do something. Finally, I couldn't take it. With a bit of effort, I unhooked the leash from my collar.
Less than five
MerlotYou are defined by the women you take home.Merlot1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I still smell the flood of 212
that washed from her neck to your fingers
like a wave caused by the convergence
of what was mine with who I wasn't.
You looked better disheveled,
hair splattered across my stomach,
reading about the places you hid yourself
before you met me.
But then a woman with race-track curves
sat on your lap at lunch
"a real lover never lets you finish the bottle
10 Ways to Love a Girl - Girl VersionWays to love a girl - Girls Version10 Ways to Love a Girl - Girl Version3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
10. On a cold, winter's day, snuggle up in a blanket with her, share some hot chocolate by the fire, and watch some classic Christmas movies.
9. Draw each other on a summer day when the breeze is just right. Just sit in silence with her and listen to the fountain in the pond.
8. When it's raining outside, stay inside and play some games, whether electronic or board.
7. Kiss her in front of your friends.
6. Be there for her.
5. Drive down the road of a small rural town in an open jeep, letting your hair blow in the wind because you don't have a care in the world.
4. Leave random notes telling her you love her. By her coffe pot, in her locker, just inside her textbook...
3. Let her know you love her every second of every day.
2. Kiss her in the pouring rain.
1. Never ever, ever make her think she wasn't your first choice, even if she wasn't.
Apologies Don't Seal the WoundA bullet to the headApologies Don't Seal the Wound3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is less painful than what you put me through.
Carving ConstellationsDoctors carve out constellations,Carving Constellations2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
stitch star maps into my skin,
a web of scars, a path to take
to find myself again.
My scars are sewn of haunted stars,
constellations but half-drawn;
ghosts of star-fire whispering words
that fade out with the dawn.
They took my rib from me,
ground it up, reformed it,
turned it into Eve;
made a girl with my own name:
a girl they say is me.
My fragile face now hers,
our spirit splintered,
she stands for nothing
I once stood for.
Deep scars fade
before their meanings are deciphered;
yet more maps unfold
Whimsicality's ArgumentIn my chest, there is a heart, and in my heart, there are two valves, and in those valves there is an argument. In one valve sits Whimsicality. Her irises are full of scribbled words, and her lips are splashed with paint. The other valve is home to formality, his face is lain like cracked concrete, and when he speaks one can almost imagine his lips being pressed against a vertical knife blade. A clear, sharp edge separating forethought and afterthought.Whimsicality's Argument3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'We should keep this heart beating steadily,' Drones Formality, 'There will be less chance of the muscle injuring itself if it keeps to the same routine, the same beat.'
Whimsicality waves a hand dismissively, and her nails shine like stars. High in the heavens, the sky painted itself in vain to try and look like her.
'There's no fun in that, what of love, and laughter? They all affect the heart's beat. We cannot place a rule on emotion. Emotion must be free to
BreatheGreat, everyone in the house hates me.Breathe3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I can't say I blame them. What I did was harsh, even by my standards.
But he knows I didn't earnestly mean anything that came out of my big mouth, doesn't he? He has to know. In the heat of the moment, I honestly felt like I meant it, but I really didn't. I swear. I know I can be overdramatic and insufferable at times, but this morning was overly emotional as it was, but then he came in and pushed me over the edge just by being himself. Sorry if he just so happened to walk through the door at the wrong time. It's not my fault.
At the same time though, it is.
"Who's in the bathroom?!"
I reek, I feel grimy, and I want to wash away not only the grease from working on our only means of transportation, but the muck of this entire day.
"How should I know?" responds Chase, passing me with a book in hand. He's the first person to acknowledge me since I've entered the house. "I only know who went in after me."
"Who went in after you?"
Creepy-CrawliesI throw myself atop the shabby piece of furniture and close my eyes. There's a soft sound in the dark room. It reminds me of leaves scraping the pavement. Maybe some of them are even hitting the wall. Why there are leaves inside and how they're being blown around, I haven't the slightest clue. I'm too determined to fall asleep to let that idea pester me. I concentrate on my breathing.Creepy-Crawlies2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But then a sound other than the brushing starts up. I can't quite place it though. I feel like I've heard it before, a long time ago, but I can't remember what it is. It's not much louder than the brushing, just a bit rougher. What is it? What is it? What could it be?
Then it dawns on me.
"No. Freakin'. Way!"
Not a millisecond after that, the fluttering noise starts up again, hovering in the crack of light for a moment and I realize exactly what's going on. The fluttering stops. I curl up on the couch, reaching blindly for a pillow or some sort of shield, but I have nothing to aid me. The flutterin
HopeKnowing that someday...Hope3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your greatest fears will be your greatest strengths.
not-love, i promisecigarette butts and sharpened key chainsnot-love, i promise3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
five second romances in the fast lanes
i hope you know i don't love you
or that i know your favorite color is blue
your skeletal structure, all pressed up against mine
curled catlike, purring softly into my ear, teeth in a line
your smile stretches the skin on your face
and it doesn't remind me of romance, silk and lace
that day when you smashed up my car
that was the end of our kisses on tar
for you, you're in love
for me, i'm in apathy
Would You BelieveWould you believe I am happy and peaceful now?Would You Believe3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Would you believe it's coming from a man who was a slave?
A man who couldn't live without you, couldn't breathe without you,
A man who couldn't see the end of the suffering you caused with a single look,
A man who can now see his future free of anguish and pain, free of you,
A man who can wake up in the morning and not wish he was dead,
Will you believe if I tell you I don't dream about you anymore?
Will you believe if I tell you I can't remember your face?
LightHope that there is promiseLight3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
at the end of the tunnel.<i>
My Summer RepriseI wore shorts and a tank top that night RememberMy Summer Reprise2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the Hello Kitty one with the lace back?
I tossed and turned that night, drowning in my own
sweat. The fan was on full blast, making me nervous with
its obtrusive sounds, which did little to cool me down.
Even just lying on the blankets, the heat was unbearable.
The water bottle next to me was near empty, as I had been
drinking it to keep cool. The clock read 3:30am, and I
wondered if you were there, awake in your bed, sweating as
I was in this summer heat.
My answer was there on my phone screen.
"No new messages"