A Moment of MagicThe phrase echoed in my mind as I stood in the trees next to the brook and looked down at her little face.A Moment of Magic6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Do you believe in fairies?"
Her little voice was soft and innocent - her dark, deep eyes looked up at me with a twinkle of excitement - and it brought back memories from long ago.
I doubted my own thoughts. I didn't want to mislead my child.
But I remember it as though it had been a dream. I had been half my height and my hair was long - much like hers. It was in this very place that I had seen the little twinkling lights at dusk. I had been sitting under that tree over there, pondering my life. I was about to get up and go home because of the cold when it happened.
They seemed like fireflies, but more graceful...
So long ago... sometimes I still wonder if it ever happened at all.
Yet I now looked down at her little dreamy face, and I could not shatter those dreams when there was the tiniest portion of doubt in my mind. Perhaps fairies did exist - and perhaps they visited me year
Eternal Yesterday..Eternal Yesterday..6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The touch of you still lingers,
deep beneath my skin
Creating visions of your lips
and places they have been
I smile as I remember,
your body next to mine
Longing to explore me,
our hearts and soul entwined
I sigh in adoration,
of whom I loved the most
Yet this is not reality,
For you are just a ghost
I knew you once so long ago
and yet I hunger still
My mind still living that one day;
I guess it always will
For once a heart gives in to love,
so completely will it fall
To take you to euphoria,
where time will seem to stall
I live within my fantasy
and dream of how we were
I see you laying next to me,
not leaving me for her
I know that love is fickle,
but here I stay alone
trapped within my memories,
my heart has turned to stone
Never will I love again,
For all eternity
My mind is living that one day,
when you were close to me
No pity do I need,
No scorn for how I live
Trapped within my yesterday,
Praying to forgive..
Ghostly LamentThey raised up a fireGhostly Lament6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Singing like the town crier
Searing with fetid desire
I burn with a fever
They told you "Leave her"
It's best just to "Grieve her"
I wanted you to stay
You went so far away
I died the next day
Now I roam these streets
Such mental treats
Longing for heartbeats
The silence it haunts
That simple violence taunts
Alone, it daunts
My love, I'll find you
I'll make you be true
Leaving me you will come to rue
Memories..Memories..6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I remember the first time I saw you.
Sad...that's how you looked.
I couldn't let you go on like that ....
Lending a hand ..I helped pick you up..
Giving you the confidence you needed to go on ..
Step by step holding your hand , we made it
Made it through the darkness ,
Coming out with more than friendship.
Coming out with a deep love ..a great love...
able to withstand anything that came our way.....
But then you had to leave....leave to a place far away ......
waiting for me you said. With your last breath you promised ,
and then i had to let you go. My heart broke..into a million pieces
and so many memories filled my mind...
The way you held my hand ....
the way your breath tickled my neck ...
the intensity of your kisses .....
the smell of your skin......
Now you're gone and
and all i have left are your memories ....
Memories we made together out of love and friendship
then i changed.Home used to be a place.then i changed.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It used to mean quiet mornings with loud sibling voices, sunlight streaming through the dust speckled windows to paint the room with summer. I remember being seven and waking up to my parent's laughter, stumbling into the kitchen of oak to watch them leaning into one another over the coffee table. The tile on the floor was cold, but I remember thinking that the house was warm.
Home was a place of safety during the storms, where rain could batter but could never get in. It was the cream colored carpet and the fire blazing during the winter months. It was where I chased the small lop-eared puppy up the stairs and where exhaustion trailed after me on the way down every morning. It was comforting and familiar. It was where the smells were always sweet no matter whether it was half-baked cookies or lemon wood cleaner. It was mine.
Then things changed. I changed.
The walls dissolved and the people dispersed. Home became a word I didn't have a definition for. I
The ColdYou were my world,The Cold6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My one and only
But when you left
A bitter, wintry cold engulfed my heart
You were my sun
And as you faded,
I could feel the frost surrounding me
You left me, standing there
In the silent, blue cold
The snow fell merrily, but my tears fell
You were gone
As quickly as
My cold, silver breath
As it evaporates into the air, leaving me with nothing
How I longed to be with you
So I followed you,
Prolonging the cold
I found you
By the creek we used to swim at
Where we used to laugh,
And I would gaze at you
But the water was freezing and icy
The plants surrounding it brittle and dead,
The big rocks in its depths were shining with ice, half engulfed with the freezing water
Void of all life
You saw me, and turned to me
Your cheeks red and your skin warm
I staggered forward,
I threw myself into your arms
My body was engulfed in your radiating warmth
Slowly you put your arms around me, too
Your small body gripping me
Russian food and Russian beveragesIn Russia, pasta meals are poor people or those people who want to cook the food quickly (for example, students or bachelors). Hot pasta flavored with butter and (or) ketchup, sometimes sprinkled with grated cheese or herbs.Russian food and Russian beverages4 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Packages with instant noodles, we are called "hobo-pack", as they are affordable, even homeless people.
As a garnish are also used:
- Potatoes (boiled, fried in sunflower oil or lard, as well as mashed potatoes)
- Different cereals (buckwheat, rice), and boiled peas, cabbage or vegetable ragout
Semolina porridge and millet grains - is independent dishes. Also used as a separate dish vegetable stew very different composition, or made at home or bought in the form of semi-finished products.
The main course during the day is a meat soup. It's cooked vegetables in a meat broth. Meat from which broth is cooked, cut into small pieces and put in a bowl of soup or, more rarely, on a separate plate. Often cabbage soup with potatoes (shchi), or with the addition of beet (bor
Will You Hate Me?Will you hate me because I'm not like you?Will You Hate Me?7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Because I don't do the things you want me too?
because I don't fit into your society?
Because you like to knock me down and keep on mocking me
because i dont work hard enough
because my best isn't good enough
or is it because i dont show enough
or because im not the perfect daughter?
the better question is
I can't bee like you
why do you want me to
I know Im going to hell already why make m go twice
better yet I know you want me to go all the time
You know what so what
I'm not like you I'm me
You have to realize I have my own identity
I fell apart once then I fell apart twice
over and over again
Why do you want me to go down another time?
I'm not falling again not to be pressured by my supposed sin
You know you act like you hate me no matter what
that's fine I don't care a few more years and I will be out of here
your house you're rules so boring I might drool
I might be a messy gay drama queen
and I might be a little mean
OrdinaryMost people fall in love with the extra-ordinary.Ordinary6 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You are not most people; never for a moment try to believe you are. You stand out from the crowd, with your quiet ways and subtle humor, and, in the beginning, that's horrifying. But soon enough, you will learn to lift your eyes and set your jaw; you will learn the word no when it comes to fools; you will live emblazoned over the world like a fiery rainbow.
You will learn many, many things in the coming years.
You will learn to smile with all the vibrancy you have tucked away inside of you, and you will learn to be that other kind of beautiful. The kind that dreamers and thinkers are. You will grow your hair out - yes, down to your waist like you always dreamed - and it will tickle your elbows when you laugh. You will define your own fashion sense - not what's popular, but something entirely unknown and entirely you. And it will be more than ordinary.
You will learn to laugh and cry and love and talk. You w
BLT -- Light and DarkBLT -- Light and Dark6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was a dark and stormy night! No, wait, it wasn't stormy yet. That happened later. Well, let's just say it was a dark night and leave it there.
Two whole days had passed since we had left the Cottage. We'd seen some interesting things already, like a forest of sticks and a peaceful meadow filled with animals. We'd followed the light of the Really Big Lamp and Radio's navigation skills (if they really were real) to this place; a creepy forest of darkness.
Being a lamp, I hate the dark. That's why I was so glad my light was there to shine in the forest, showing everyone where to go. Of course, I was a little bit angry when Kirby told me to turn it off, but he had a good reason. The battery was dying, and without it there would be no way we could keep going. Sure, we can move on our own power for a little while, but we need some power source to keep us going forever.
So, there we were, in the dark and spooky forest, no light, running low on power, no light, in need of shelter, and no li
Of Dreams and Nightmares Pt2The chariot touched down in Canterlot, more specifically, Celestia's castle grounds. Twilight and her friends disembarked the chariot and thanked the guards, who held their heads high, showing off their pride. Twilight led her friends through the grounds and into the castle itself. There they met with Princess Celestia, who was pleased to see that they had finally arrived.Of Dreams and Nightmares Pt24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Please, this way " spoke Celestia, her tone seeming to be layered with a sense of urgency, which contrasted her normal, slower, calmer way of speaking. The Princess led them through the elegant hallways, where shining marble pillars, and various stone carvings oversaw their progress. The Princess led them into the throne room, where her regal sister, Princess Luna was waiting. Celestia took her place on her throne, whilst the six ponies stood the customary distance away from the thrones.
Twilight took a small step forwards, making her stand out from the crowd. She bowed her head, and immediately lifted it back
Really??- 2p!FACE x Tomboy!Tween!Reader Ch. 7•3rd POV•Really??- 2p!FACE x Tomboy!Tween!Reader Ch. 72 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In the morning she wakes up to the scent of frying meat and cheese potatoes. Her face and abdomen ached, and she decided to get ready before she went down to eat. She wanders around until she finds a bathroom, a few doors down.
'Argh. Why does my stomach hurt so bad? Was it the pasta? Nah, I practically ravish their food supply whenever I come over. What's wrong? Ugh, I hope I'm sick today.' _______ wonders to herself.
She sits down and she almost screamed.
'What the hell, did I shit myself?!' She mentally screamed waddling around the bathroom with her underwear pooling at her knees. 'What is that?!'
'My god...' Reality hits her.
'I just started my very first strawberry week...in a house full of men. On a school day. And I'm not sick, or good at acting. Joy...' She takes a breath and starts unwrapping the bandages before washing her face.
After a while, and for some odd reason, she found a few of what she 'needed' in the medicine cabin
Day 2: Mustache (30 Days with Noah)Char: Dorian & NoahDay 2: Mustache (30 Days with Noah)7 months ago in Humor More Like This
Summ: Noah finds facial hair sexy.
Warning: Sexual Humor
30 Days of Noah
(noun) a strip of hair left to grow above the upper lip.
Dorian frowned. He’d been distracted by the fact Iron Bull kept turning his head in the same direction. Dorian had turned to follow the Qunari’s gaze but found that he was just looking at the elf who sat by the fire, staring off into space.
He wondered what had the elf so caught up in his day dream that he hadn’t heard a word that anyone had said to him.
Although - Dorian made the alarming realization that the elf was staring at Blackwall.
“Bull?” Dorian mumbled lowly, causing the giant Qunari to regard him. “Is he looking at Blackwall like that?”
“I have been sitting here for the past few minutes trying to figure that one out myself…”
Sweet N Sour(Dorian/M!Lavellan)(ThinkingLoudly#10)Chars: Dorian & Val’AishlymSweet N Sour(Dorian/M!Lavellan)(ThinkingLoudly#10)6 months ago in Humor More Like This
Notes: See description
Ch Summary: This is why we usually just skip this scene - it never really works out how people think it does.
Thinking Loudly, Shouting Silently: Inner Machinations of Val’Aishlym
Sweet & Sour
Dorian was giddy. If you asked him why he looked so giddy, he would probably just tell you it was gas – then again, he probably wouldn’t even tell you that or anything at all. He’d probably say something along the lines of ‘My, you imply I glow? I didn’t know you paid much mind to me – but then again, who could ever ignore such devilish looks like the ones I own?’ to which the person speaking to him either wanted to throw something at him, throw him, or vomit….or all of the above.
Anyhow, he was currently prepping for his date with the inquisi
RhythmsRhythmsRhythms2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
They are Everywhere
The Rhythm of Love
The Rhythm of Hate
The Rhythm of Life
The Rhythm of Death
They all have a Beggining
They all have an End
They can be Altered
Or left Alone
It's how one plays to the Beat
Simply AloneI am so tired of these cloudsSimply Alone2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hovering over me as if I wouldn't be found
Shading over me with their paint of grey and blue
Its really sad to say but...its not time to go home soon
I am so tired but what can I do?
When all I ever think is to just live my life new,
How am I suppose to do that?
How am I suppose to do that?
When all I can feel in my bones
Is that dullness of feeling simply alone.
The Talented YouTuber Law x Reader chapter 1(r/s)- Rock songThe Talented YouTuber Law x Reader chapter 12 weeks ago in Romance More Like This
(f/n) random friend name
I stood in front of the door, I took a deep breath and open the door. The room looked like a normal recording studio you would see. There was a long control panel with a bunch of button for a lot of thing. Then there was a door to the left of it. You could see into it because of the glass that i think was one way not sure if it is. Because of the glass you would see that the small closet like room was sound proof and had a microphone in it. On the other side of the room was a large couch it was likely made out of real leather but not sure. And on top of that I was the only one here.
“Maybe I got the wrong room or maybe they’re not here yet.” I went and sat on the couch to wait for a few minutes to see if I got the right room and they’re late. The the open and a tall man with red hair walked in.
”Hey you must be (y/n) it’s nice to meet yo
Dunno, you tell me what this is.I don't like being alone,Dunno, you tell me what this is.2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
And yet I am constantly alone.
I want to converse with others,
But there is never anyone there,
So I talk to myself.
Why is it so quiet?
Why is it so cold?
Why don't I have something to hug?
I hate winter,
But during the summer I say I like winter,
During the winter you just use more blankets.
I miss high school,
I miss being around people,
I miss people I disliked.
But I can't decide on what to eat,
Food is more appealing when shared with others.
This will now take a turn,
All I eaten today was a PB&J.
My mind just melted into my stomach,
I ate my own thoughts,
Distant Thunder. Canon FireI walked so softly out that grand bronze pipeDistant Thunder. Canon Fire2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
so the flowing waters but kissed the tips
between my trembling toes, then fluttered on
to burst through to the gentle, glowing light.
There, at pipe's bitter end, I saw it drop
a hundred thousand metres onto reddish soil.
A cold wind braced me. She fed my lungs.
still I was unprepared for what I was to see.
High up in the mountains, my pipe of bronze
thrusted out as a bony horn upon the cliff
carved around its mammoth jaw, the face:
a devil's toad spewing forth upon the land.
There I stood listening to gilded plains
whisper, rustle feathers softly to my ear...
...and distant thundering canon fire.
The UnderTakers (Pt 2)Morgan moved onto her stomach in her sleep, her head turned to its side and half her face pressed to the pillow. She moaned, her body sore. Her eyes slowly opened. Beside her, Luca laid unconscious. His chest rose and fell as he breathed slowly. Still half asleep, Morgan smiled. She closed her eyes again for a moment. Recollection of yesterday rammed into her head and she jumped up, startled! She looked around the room. It was a small sized room with stained renaissance wallpaper and old windows with spider weds in the corners. It only had a bed and a dresser, both stained wood. The bed was cotton white and the thin confider was pushed to the end of the bed. It was sunny outside. Morgan jumped up and ran to the window. It was a one story building in the forest, a dirt road continued on past the trees. Where the hell where they? Had they really been... Morgan held her hand to her mouth, remembering being suffocated. She looked around the room, her satchel was gone. She lookThe UnderTakers (Pt 2)2 weeks ago in Horror More Like This
The HoleAs I lay within the hole I now call my life I stare at the stars as the cold dirt scratches at my back. The sky is as beautiful as always because it provides me a sign of freedom, a luxury I cannot afford. I enjoy the glimmer of the night sky as much as the radiance of morning sun. Basically, when you are trapped in a hole with nothing but earth around you the sky becomes an extraordinary image. I dream beneath the moon and I shower under the warmth of the sun.The Hole2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Enough with the positive because the stars force me to enter the past. I do not understand how I got stuck within a hole. It can be because of my lack of decisions, my fear of bravery or the enemies I made. For some strange reason all I remember is waking up in a hole on a dark stormy night. The rain attacks my skin, my body shivers and my wet cloths prevent any chance of warmth. I do not call out for help because I am afraid. I hold my body in a ball as my hands rattle and tears poor from my eyes.
The first day within the hole
Ajax The CabooseCH. 1: SAD AND SPLINTEREDAjax The Caboose2 weeks ago in Profiles More Like This
CABOOSES PLAYED AN IMPORTANT PART IN RAILROADS BACK THEN...AND THEY STILL DO.
THEY NOT ONLY SHOW THE END OF A TRAIN, ITS ALSO AN OFFICE FOR THE CONDUCTOR, AND THE BREAK-MAN. BUT THE CABOOSES' MAIN JOB IS TO HELP BRAKE THE TRAIN IF ANYTHING SHOULD "RUNAWAY"
PASSENGER TRAINS HAVE A BRAKE-COACH, WHICH ARE MORE STYLISH AND COMFORTABLE.
NOW-A-DAYS, FREIGHT TRAINS USE A BLINKING LIGHT TO SHOW THE END OF A TRAIN. WHILE PASSENGER TRAINS STILL HAVE BRAKE COACHES. (They have all the luck!)
ALL THE ENGINES ON THE MILLIGAN-CENTRAL KNOW THAT CABOOSES ARE AN ESSENTIAL PART TO THIER LINES. BUT NOT ALL OF THEM FELT PROUD OF THEIR JOBS.
ONE DAY, FELIX WAS GETTING READY TO TAKE SOME FREIGHT OF PAPER, WOOD AND STEEL OVER TO NEW YORK. HE SHUFFLED INTO THE YARD AND ARRANGED HIS CARS.
"C'mon now, I don't have much time." HE CALLED. BUT HIS CABOOSE WAS LESS THAN ENTHUSIASTIC.
"Ready?!" WHISTLED FELIX
"Yeah,sure" MUTTERED THE CABOOSE.
FELIX SAW THAT SOMETHING WAS WRONG WITH THI
GrayAll my time is fadingGray2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fading away into colours of gray
And my soul is running
Running away at the break of day
Rope on her neck
Heart in my hands
That look in her eyes
I can’t understand
And she’s gone, gone
But if she had stayed
With her hearts and spades
The only light she’d see
Was the demons’ fire
When madness came nigher
As she drowned in her fantasy
Now her life is fading
Fading away into colours of gray
And her soul is running
Running away at the death of day
IM MAKING AN ANIMATION AND I NEED YOUR HELPwelp, ive definitely found my new favorite song XDIM MAKING AN ANIMATION AND I NEED YOUR HELP2 weeks ago in Plot Outlines & Synopses More Like This
so, what fnaf animatronic matches this the most?
don't say puppet or anything human like, that's too hard to draw for me and im making an animation
I think (imo) that it was Nightmare because in my AU he is possessed by the crying child, and out of all his depression, insanity, and anger he killed everyone
so... what do you think I need to know
and yes, d, you can say ein if you think that... although I don't at all