CanadaxReader Ice-Skating Miracle.CanadaxReader Ice-Skating Miracle.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(A/N: In the beginning your like 5 so..just so no confusion~!)
Taking a deep breath you stepped out on the ice immediately falling on your butt. Feeling tears form in your eyes you tried to get up but fell again. Seeing a shadow peer over you, you looked up to see a boy around a little older than you looking at you curiously. Blushing you tilted your head to the side.
The strange boy then got a blush on his face and giggled while holding his hand out for you. "H-hi I'm M-matthew, a-are you o-okay?" smiling you nodded "Thank you Matthew and yeah I'm fine..My butt hurts though.." you giggled and continued speaking "I'm (Y/N)" smiling he shook your hand.
"You don't know how to skate do you, eh?" you blushed and nodded sheepishly. Giggling he grabbed your hand and began skating like it was walking for him. Squeaking as you almost fell, you became confused as you didn't hit
The Black DemonThe ground shook violently, waking me up. A scent I couldn't place was coating the air, making me gag as soon as I took in a deep breath. The usual crisp sea-side air was ruined by some toxic odor.The Black Demon5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Taaaaalllluuuullaaaaaaaa! Come quickly!" A young child's voice called from outside.
"Crane? What is it?" I ran out of the hollowed tree trunk that was my house. The smell's strength doubled, and I nearly keeled over from the horrid strength of the scent.
The gangly young boy that ran up to me wrapped his arms around me in a terrified hug, "Tallula, something's wrong! You have to come to the cliffs, quickly!" His snowy white hair glistened from the water in his marshy home.
Immediately sensing not just his distress, but the pain of the life around me, I nodded and followed the long-legged boy past other suffering flora and fauna. What was going on? The usually clear blue sky was the color of freshly spilled blood, black clouds giving it a final, sepulchral lo
Wasn't the Color of SunshineYou always had chewed up nails and cuticlesWasn't the Color of Sunshine4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I was in a way, blind.
You had that faint sweet smell of wine,
That reminded me of my home back in California
Except your skin wasn't the color of sunshine.
We would go on picnics and paint the walls of your apartment,
in a twisted sort of way.
But we never weeded the garden.
You left notes in between the pages of my novels in the bookcase,
You knew I would reread them all eventually.
I still find them hidden away.
And I stick them in a tin, in the cupboard.
Next to your ashes
And the knife you used.
FFM26 - Voicemaili.FFM26 - Voicemail4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Hey Shy, it's been a while. Call me when you can.
Shy? It Rick. You there? Hey listen, sorry about the candles. I'll get you some more, okay?
Heeey, Shy, wha- what's up? Girl, you are so hurrrrr heeeey.
Girl, I'm so drun- drunnn call me Shhhy.
Hey Shy. Remember me? It's Tory. I know I haven't called you since that night at the circus. Circumstances you know? Anyway, call me sometime. If you're still interested I mean.
Shy, please take this hex off me. Thanks.
Yo Shy, your dress is ready. Sis made it look awesome. You're going to look great at the next coven meet.
Shhhy.... Shhhhhhhyyyyyy. Cn' can you whip up a hangover po- po- magic drink?
Hello? Shy? You there? It's Cor. Listen I found that thing. You know... the one we went looking for? Look, call me, okay?
Is your refrigerator running?
Hey Shy. Remember how we entered that enchanted cruise ballot raffle on a whim? Guess who won?
... wanna go with me?
to drownThe wind is howling. It's savage for a hot summer day, like the breath of a monster from another world. Maybe it's a demon, trying to drag you to Hell. I silently plead for it to take me instead.to drown4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Less than two hours ago the breeze was calm and I was watching the translucent images of the trees shimmer along the surface of the lake. The sandy bottom near the shore mirrored the light, creating a golden net at the bottom of the water. If I touched those writhing bands of light, I wondered, maybe the net would close around my foot and drag me down into the secret realm of the water. I sat on the rocks that bordered the walkway to the dock and dipped my littlest toe in the lake, feeling my thoughts drift like the shiny ripples, growing larger and fainter as they spread.
I heard you splashing through the water a few feet away, pulling me from my thoughts. The sun highlighted the droplets along your skin, your long, wreathing hair aglow. The rumbles of boats and the occasional call of
This TigerSliding down the banister of the stairs.This Tiger4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I try to reach the end,
But I fall before I get there.
Get up and swing the dirt off,
Punch out the door,
And shuffle outside.
Nothing new or nothing really above subdue.
Scroll up the sidewalk
With a bounce in my step;
I feel gleefully oblivious to my backdrop.
I hear music coming from a building;
It's pleading with me to fray against the beat
And curiosity is a slave to this tiger.
My legs rubberband in that direction.
I nod to the bouncer
And he gives me a 500-mile grin.
The building opens its mouth,
And burps out a bass right onto my face.
Women everywhere freeing themselves,
Whipping their hips like a golden Snapper.
Some bite for my alluded to bait,
But I tie my hands to my pocket;
I just don't want a firey-heart Sherlocking today.
I take a twirl to the dancefloor.
The music grabs by the arms and won't let go.
It shakes me like a rag doll,
But I fight back.
Slash from my sharp hips
And my legs turn into chains.
Sweat drips down
Incarnated NothingPuppeteer cut off the stringsIncarnated Nothing4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Master has untied the leash
Guard forgot to lock the cell
And the executioner said:
'You are free to go'
There's nothing above
Below just fog
It's growing thinner
My feet are sinking deeper
When I fall through
Will someone catch me?
I guess not
Who would touch a beehive?
Or a ball of rotten seaweed?
Or an incarnated Nothing?
My friends cut off the strings
My family untied the leash
My shrink forgot to lock the cell
And my lover said:
'You are free to go'
GoodbyeThe earth, she waits for many yearsGoodbye4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Through the bloodshed and the tears
She's seen the hate and poisoned things
Listens as the death card sings
Waiting for a certain day
A lonely path where flowers lay
Two paths will cross, eyes will lock
Time stands still on true love's clock
Hand in hand, they walk along
They face their fears, love keeps them strong
Finally, they stop and turn
Tears so loud, they streak and burn
A final kiss before they part
Rose red lips, a broken heart
The earth, she breathes an empty sigh
And watches as they say goodbye
Let's PretendLet's pretend we've never been harmedLet's Pretend2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Never been lost
Never been afraid
Let's pretend we've never been hurt
Never been cheated
Never been alone
Let's pretend that we're on fire
That we're together
That we're okay
Let's pretend that we're not suffering
That we're not bleeding
That we're not ashamed
Let's pretend that the world is ours
That it owes us everything
That it won't betray us
Let's pretend that we are free
That we can see
That we are fine
Let's pretend that we won't die
That we'll live a lie
That we'll keep on pretending
Let's pretend everything will be all right
Let's pretend nothing will go wrong
Let's pretend that we'll forget
Let's pretend that we'll move on
Let's pretend that we'll keep living
Let's pretend that death is gone
Let's pretend to keep pretending
That way when pretending's over
We'll be dead
DasvidaniyaDasvidaniya5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Teal dreams wrap around you
Fluttering with the fins of the deep
Even here, my dear
In this beautiful wet waste
We find more life than death
More love than fear
Hope in the bloody cyclone
Burns all the hotter
Down in these murky lights
I'll tap the checkered song
While you harden like a golden idol
In a jet black suit
The kings and queens of the age
Of jackrabbits and spidermen
My lips never less than red
Your eyes never lighter than black
Sweating in gunpowder kisses
And electric caresses
We don't miss the sun, not here
Who could ask for her false embrace
In place of the fierce hand up my thigh?
I'll keep your fingers warm without her
And you can shade her from my soul
This tragedy is a paradise
For those who are not gods or kings
But only men
We see no sorrow in leaking gold
Or mournful fruition
I see peace in every bullet
And love in every letter
You see us free with every funeral
And set us free with every smile
HeartacheI still believe,Heartache2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
against all odds
that there's a chance
for us somewhere.
Somehow, at some
point down the line,
I'll be with them.
And that will make
all of this pain
One BulletOne BulletOne Bullet2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Don't pull it
Don't pull it
Don't pull the trigger
Do-don-don't pull the trigger
You're killing more than one
Honey put down the gun
Don't pull the trigger
Don't pull back your finger
That gun against your head,
Why do you wish you were dead?
What tore you apart?
Don't pull it
If you kill yourself
Well, that'd drag me to Hell
Just put down the gun
Don't kill another one
There's only one bullet
But two will be dead
Honey, just don't pull it
Well say what's unsaid
Please, I will only follow you
And pull my own trigger, too
Just to be with you
Please, I'm begging you
Put down the gun
Turn away for the path chosen
Choose another one
With a different intention
You pulled it
biogenesisthe nascent stages of efficiency bringbiogenesis2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sentient cages designed to mute
that dark nerve we just can't seem to breed out
so let's dig it all up
the sharpened itch of molecular shovels
balancing bare knuckles and
in laboratories cooking
classical mutations linked
inextricably to the world being eaten clean
GwL: 20 Truths about Harri and Neville20 TruthsGwL: 20 Truths about Harri and Neville3 years ago in Romance More Like This
1. When Neville learns that he will be starting at Hogwarts the same time as the famous Harri Potter, he expects to meet someone on par with Morgan la Fey, Freyja, or Circe He certainly does not expect a small, pale little girl smaller than him, even! looking just as anxious and awestruck as he felt.
2. When Neville tells people his favorite color is green, they always assume it's because of his love for plants. This is not the case.
3. On occasion, Harri likens herself Cinderella, an orphaned girl treated like a servant by her cruel relatives only to be whisked away by her fairy Godmother. To this day she often fears that the clock will soon strike 12 and end the spell, leaving her trapped in her cupboard once again.
4. Neville's dorm mates are unable to understand his melancholy when they learn of his toad Trevor's passing during 5th year. Harri does, however; she is in attendance when the
Frameworkshe tried to realignFramework2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her spine with vinylbenzene
like she could be a plaster girl &
elegant & automated despite her
she fashioned butterfly wings
out of worn newspaper &
donned plastic tiaras,
bit her silvery split
fingernails & told you,
threadbare girls don't shatter, love,
(they just disentangle).
SometimesI wonder if she could suck the fear from the marrow in my bonesSometimes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And replace it with a different kind
And open me up like a book
And leave coffee stains and fingerprints
And write what her definition of hope is
HarborShe'll have blue eyesHarbor2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for the seagulls
because she'll know how it must be
to fly in the salt-kissed air
and only see water for miles
and love it.
she'll want to taste the ocean
in the wind,
a particle of Calypso's tears
for every life lost at sea
and she'll want to save every snail and turtle
she can get her long, pale, fingers on.
She'll never wear shoes
because she'll need to feel the sand
hugging her toes on the shore
the damp ocean water tenderly touching
her bare ankles.
She'll chase after the water-line
more than she chases her dreams
because perhaps a life underwater
is her dream.
There will be something
about the way she stands to face
the Atlantic and Pacific
that will make you think
she stands on twin wooden pillars.
And her smile that will look out
to the fading and shining horizon
will remind you about her
and how every faint sound she makes
is like the slits and cracks and whispers
of the boardwalk.
Navy men and Sailors will ask her
for her na
TakeMy sense of self respectTake2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
what i was willing to
what you were willing to
My StepsThou shalt be my stepsMy Steps5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
on blind roads, on deaf highways
AnorexiaShe was living inside meAnorexia9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes, she spoke for me
She didn't want I eat
So, I didn't eat anymore
I lost, but nobody saw it
When I explained all to my friends
They helped me
Both of them particularly
I will never be able to thank them enough
Thanks to them, I'm fine now
My life is beautiful, even if...
Now she'll always be there, deep inside myself
You'reyou’re my soul catcherYou're2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my simply invigorating sigh
that slips between my mouth
i know you’re going to kiss me good-bye
you’re the caress across my palm
when you danced with me
during searing nights
by the ocean
you’re my converse
my spinal cord
you’re my raindrops
my reflection in a pond
you’re my music
i’m the pencil you’ve just broken
but now it’s good and sharp
you’re my lovely song
that i played too many times on the guitar
before i found you gone
you gave me
the kiss good-bye
before i set you free
Conversations with The DeadWhere is my heart that I hung on a thread?Conversations with The Dead2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
'Little girl, don't you know, your heart, it is dead?'
Then why do I feel such a pain in my chest?
'Because secrets still bury their way through your vest'
Is that why there are burn marks all over my skin?
'They are to remind you of all the places you've been'
And what of my mind, do I still have that?
'My darling child, you're dead! Or have you forgot?'
But what of the blood, will that ever stop?
'Oh no, little one, we don't want you to clot!'
But my eyes, they sting, and my face, it is raw -
'Once you heat up your body will thaw'
Well that's quite alright, I suppose - but I think I'll go home.
'But you have none sweet child. You're a ghost. You're alone'
But why, out of everyone, did you choose to take me?
'Sweet little child, you chose it, you see'
Well that's silly ofcourse! Why would I choose death?
'Because little changeling, your colour is red'
Burden Ukraine_Russia[Warning] Contains sibling discipline!Burden Ukraine_Russia4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ivan hesitated outside the door for a long while. He fidgeted with the end of his scarf all the while, one hand pulling away to reach for the door handle only to pull it back. His breathing was shallow, chest aching with every inhale. His heart was thumping so loudly that it pounded in his ears. His hand moved towards the handle again, fingers closing around the cold metal. It squeaked a little as he turned it slowly, and the sound startled him so much that he froze. Letting go, the hinges on the door creaked as it opened about an inch. Everything was quiet for a few breaths before a feminine voice came from inside the room. "H-hello?"
"Mm ! I-it's me "
"Oh, Vanya! Don't stand outside, come " She paused as the door creaked open further, her younger brother slipping inside. Her eyes widened as he closed the door behind him, his eyes averted to the side. His coatthe scarf They were both stained with blood. It