My Little Pony FiM Season 5: Dream Drop DistanceSigns of What's NextMy Little Pony FiM Season 5: Dream Drop Distance1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
One morning in Canterlot, Princess Twilight Sparkle and Princess Celestia are seen in mid-conversation.
"Twilight dear, how do you and your friends feel about life in Equestria now?"
"Well, it’s so exciting! But I believe that's not the reason you've asked me here, right?"
"Princess, what… what happened?"
"The key question is: What does Queen Chrysalis intend to do next?"
"Queen Chrysalis? She's the one who posed as Princess Cadence and admitted to feeding off Shining Armor's magic to take over Canterlot. Didn't Princess Cadence and Shining Armor defeated her?"
"Correct, Queen Chrysalis's takeover failed. However, Shining Armor and Cadence just use their magic to perform a magic shield that only expelled the Queen and her minions from Canterlot."
"Queen Chrysalis is still alive, and she will be poised to acquire more power that we can't even begin to imagine. I’m afraid that not even Prin
FairytalesOnce upon a time will never come againFairytales7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To haunt me as you once did
My tears ran the ink far far away
Because fairytales do not always end with
Happily ever after
writing about you."what shall i write today, love?"writing about you.1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
"write something about me."
you? you're kind of like a bird with a broken wing who refuses to stop flying. and i'm kind of in love with you for that, but i'm still trying to understand how something so graceful can be so painfully blunt. i'm still trying to understand how it's possible that you are bleach and ink, all at the same time.
it's because every time you speak, i see blooming meadows and valleys that would make your stomach turn. you fly, yet you are so afraid of heights, love. how could that be? how could it be that you are oh so wonderful and yet all together the ugliest person i've ever had the intoxication of meeting? your eyes aren't blue or green or brown; they're detriment. they're the color of earthquakes, hurricanes and orchids in the summer. the color of my raw, exposed heart and that's why it skips when the earthquake is magnitude: me.
it's because you hate yourself but you'd take a bullet to preserve your sin the first chan
Bipolar DisorderShut up.Bipolar Disorder1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don’t. Say. A n y t h i n g .
“Are you okay?”
P an i c .
Close the window.
Open it again.
“What’s wrong with you?”
I’m losing control.
I am Bipolar Disorder.
… “I don’t know.”
mediocrityThere's this girl.mediocrity2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I know, there's always a girl. And she's always exceptionally beautiful. And she always falls in love with a boy who breaks her heart and she grows strong. It's a cliche that I don't believe should ever be broken for the world is in dire need of exceptional beauty.
But this is not a story about unrequited beauty or love. It's just about a girl.
She's five foot, 2 inches tall. 120 pounds. Quite average by any stretch of the imagination; her freckles dance on her crinkled nose as she laughs and her eyes sparkle when she's trying not to. I'm sure she's in someone's chemistry class or geometry period, but she's not in mine. I know her only in the vaguest sense. And that, I think, is a superpower she has - the ability to go unseen. It's a superpower I certainly do not possess. This girl displays only mediocre beauty.
And she didn't fall in love, she merely got her toes wet in it. I watched it happen. I saw the sweaty palms, the nervous glances, the unsure movements as the
FingertipsLoki was sitting in his cell moveless, silent. Trying not to think so much, but thinking was the only thing he could do now. His bandaged eyes covered himself in endless darkness.Fingertips1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The god even didn`t know if it was night or day. No light reached his eyes. How long has he already been there? He didn`t know. He lost all his feeling for time. His eyes became useless to him.
His bounded hands even didn`t allow him to raise his arms more than few centimenters and if that wouldn`t be enought, Odin had also bounded his feet to the ground. Forced the god to sit there in an unatural posture. Oh, how much Loki wished just to move his legs in a different position. But it was senseless. His whole body was useless to him now.
He already had tried to rip out the chains from the wall the very first time he was imprisoned. He screamed, yelled all the time. Threats and insulting came out of his mouth followed by beggings for mercy. But after a time he gave up. There seemed to be no one who was there to
Hard.On days like this it is hard to moveHard.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is hard to dress myself.
Blouse a chest plate; dress me in chain mail.
- with the helmet on it is hard to see
it is hard to open my eyes, or lift my chin.
On days like this, it is hard to be human.
It is hard to raise my hands, to button
or to brush my mangy hair.
It is hard to construct the image of a person
out of these destitute materials.
it is hard to pump clotted, crumbling blood.
On days like this, it is hard to be human.
Ordinary DayOrdinary Day3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was just another ordinary day.
The sky was clear.
The sun was bright.
The leaves were blowing slightly.
I suddenly heard a heavy knock on the door.
Confusion ran through my head.
I carefully walked towards the door.
Before I even arrived the door slammed opened.
Three shadows came intothe house.
They came around me.
I cried out for help, but no one heard my cries.
Clawing into my soul.
Changing who I was.
Tears streamed down my face.
I gently rubbed my tears and gasped at what I saw.
It shimmered brightly in the sunlight.
I screamed for the shadows to stop.
But they would not leave me alone.
I ran outside into the sunlight.
But the sun had set on this day.
My eyes widened.
My tears grew even stronger.
I couldn't breathe.
My life as I knew it was gone.
And it had all started out as an ordinary day.
Home Sweet GravediggingHome Sweet Grave2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we're always going to be digging
sure, this is a bleak outlook
but i'm still digging
and i haven't hit much in awhile
i don't care what you did today
you've been digging deeper
sometimes things make you did faster
and/or in the wrong direction
like drugs, or books
and other things you might find inspiring
but i digress
because lately it feels like
i've just been digging into obsidian this whole time
but usually under that is something like
diamonds, or books
also, sometimes life actually gives you a shovel
or a power tool that actually has the batteries this time
but other times it's like,
**** you, scoop it out with your hands
then go consult whatever religion offends you the least
this hole i so foolishly have been digging
is now my home
and my grave
i wonder sometimes what i'll take with me to the bottom
and what i'll leave behind
i keep digging
maybe i'll get a confidence boost
when i dig up something other than raw obsidian
and fecal matter
so as i look at what i've buried
Passing Me ByYou are young, they sayPassing Me By2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Don't hurry, don't cry
But it feels like the world is
Passing me by
Happy for others
On their big days, I try
Not to feel like the world is
Passing me by
I laugh and I smile
As I wave them goodbye
Still feels like the world is
Passing me by
My heart is confused
I always ask why
Why it feels like the world is
Passing me by
Never a bridesmaid
Never a bride
Feels like the world is
Passing me by
I I hate myself.I1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I'm plain. I'm boring. I don't have any sexual appealing qualities.
Heck, I'm a C cup for goodness sakes.
I never went outside during the entirety of my middle school life. The only time I stepped outside was when I went to take my precious dog to go do his business and to go to school. If I went to the mall, it was rare. I had a tendency to lock myself in my room the minute I got home to read a book or to do homework. I sometimes studied when I had a test the next day and I barely ate because I never did anything to have my stomach weep for hunger.
I was lonely. I was depressed. I rarely ever smiled.
Geez, I was like a scary frowning clown.
The moment I entered mid-high, I only had a few friends. Those friends were entirely online.
Yes, I had a boyfriend. He was my childhood friend. He doesn't count, he's a boyfriend, and he's not someone I can go complain to about my girlish problems and fangirl about my many fandoms with.
ScarsStanding in the showerScars1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Skin turning redder
I stay still and soak it in
This water won't erase my sins
Scars stand out bright white
Burns and cuts all in sight
The real scars cannot be seen
They reside inside of me
I wonder if all I will be
is a creature scarred eternally?
Mind, oh MindSmiley face, smiley face, can't you ever see?Mind, oh Mind1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
So much to be sad about, so much that could be
Going wrong for everyone, going wrong for you.
Smiley face, smiley face, don't you feel it too?
Sad face, sad face, can't you ever tell?
So much could be going great, going oh so well
Sad face, sad face, can't you ever see?
Life is spend much better when your thinking thoughts of glee.
Mind, oh mind, why can't you agree?
Thinking everything at once is slowly killing me...
We are freeWe are free2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The moon rose,
And i went out to play.
Under their nose,
and out of the way.
Creatures of the night,
Linger in the mist.
As the fire shines bright,
And we laugh in squeamish fits.
Your porcelain skin,
Shines radiant and bright.
Your soft black hair,
lustrous, in the light.
And i don't care what they think.
Exactly how i'm supposed to be.
I'll do what i like.
Because i am free.
Dzienniki McCooka:.Roz 29Rozdział 29 Niedokończone sprawyDzienniki McCooka:.Roz 293 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Podczas, gdy na Powierzchni Harvey i Adalbert wypełniali ostatnią wolę Blanche, Cody wyruszył , żeby wydać nowe polecenia strażnikom więziennym, a Rita, Seoirse i Aindreas mieli zamiar pójść do pobliskiego baru, żeby napić się czegoś mocniejszego.
Usiedli przy oknie. Po chwili podeszła do nich kelnerka. Seoirse nie potrafił wyjść ze zdumienia. Była to ta sama kelnerka, którą spotkał, dawno, dawno temu, dokładnie tu, w tym samym barze, przy tym samym stoliku.
-Co podać? spytała z uśmiechem. Nic a nic się nie zmieniła. Nadal miała te same, zadziwiająco złote oczy, ten sam słodki uśmiech, te same białe włosy, ścięte na pazia.
Aindreas jakby w ogóle nie zwrócił na nią uwagi, natomiast Seoirse
BTTxReader Titanic Part 2BTTxReaderBTTxReader Titanic Part 22 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Titanic Part 2
After the sinking
It had been four years since the sinking of the majestic Titanic. four years you had spent raising four children that weren't your own.
You sat aboard the RMS Carpathia. Beside you were four little figures. Ludwig, Peter, Alfred and Matthew. All of them made orphans by the sinking of the Titanic.
"Alright, You lot." A crewman pointed at them, "We're gunna send ya wif the orphanage lady. She'll take care of ya."
They stared up at him, dazed. Ludwig began to cry softly.
"Come on, don't stand around." He grabbed Alfred by the arm and pushed Peter forward.
"WAIT!" You stood up, Francis's coat slipping off your shoulders. "They, um They're my children." The crew man looked at you skeptically. "Is that right?"
To your surprise Alfred nodded. "Yeah."
"Fine." Grumbling the man left, throwing suspicious looks over his shoulder.
-----End Flash Back-------
a chinese paintingi can't stop comparinga chinese painting2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your thin arms to the tree branches haunting me outside my bedroom
the aloof night sky
painting itself into a summer's confession against
my frostbitten windowglass
the same one i gazed out into endless dandelion fields
what are we ?
wasting days without end, in our sleep
the scent of a burnt rose rising from a mountain peak
with your tree branch arms over my spring blossom tattoo.
a yellow bird peered in,
but only saw ivory waterfalls
of factorymade bedsheets,
i'm becoming the yellowbird,
exploring my tree home. your hair is my nest, afterall
home is where the heart is
Mother EarthMy body is the earth;Mother Earth1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
See how under this bruise
A seed of malcontent sleeps.
See what grows out of each pore
As the pain pours over again.
There is rust in my fingerbeds
That poisons the roots
Of all good that hopes to grow here.
I am the convulsing, revolution
of the convoluted Earth...
I am the tectonic blades that clash
and shout when I curl up and hide.
You will feel me when I tremble,
and fear me when I explode
for under the magmanimous skin
There burns a core of hate
That can't be marred by human hand.
.:Are you gonna be my girl:.Adalbert wszedł na scenę..:Are you gonna be my girl:.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Na nogę miał założony tamburyn, więc idąc, wybijał już rytm.
Stanął przed mikrofonem, gdy Aindreas zaczął grać na basie.
Po chwili odezwała się perkusja Rity.
-Go! krzyknął najmłodszy z rodzeństwa White'ów.
Ta piosenka kojarzyła mu się z pewną kobietą.
I tą kobietą nie była Ivy.
-So one, two, three, take my hand and come with me, because you look so fine, that I really wanna make you mine!
Ani żadna inna wampirzyca.
-I say you look so fine, that I really wanna make you mine!
-Oh, four, five, six, come on and get your kicks, now you don't need that money, when you look like that, d
Dzienniki McCooka:.Roz 19Rozdział 19 Na krańcu świataDzienniki McCooka:.Roz 193 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
-A wy to kto? spytał szczerze zdumiony faun górski, stojący na samym środku jaskini.
-A ty? oczy Jacka zrobiły się okrągłe.
-Mieszkam tu! odparł faun, coraz bardziej zaskoczony.
-Co, na tym wygwizdowiu? Laura wytrzeszczyła oczy.
-Możecie mi powiedzieć coś wy za jedni? właściciel jaskini zmrużył nieco oczy.
-No więc... Ja jestem Jack... A to jest Laura... A ty jesteś...?
-Nikołaj. odparł faun krótko.
-Dobra, słuchaj, Nik...
-Jak chcesz... Uciekamy przed Wtajemniczonymi, możemy tu chwilę posiedzieć?
Ta scena była tak absurdalna, że faun roześmiał się i pokręcił głową.
-Tutaj nie ma Wtajemniczonych. odparł w końcu.
-Och, czyżby? Laura obejrzała się niepew
The Best is Yet to Comeif we grow oldThe Best is Yet to Come2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there will be a sigh
an attention to the change
as your muscles slacken underneath
your faded, favorite shirt
the one that's threadbare, "holy"
in a sense less than divine
I'll have washed it for
the thousandth time
our eyes will crinkle, wrinkle
in ways that start to match
and we'll hold hands and ask:
when did the nerves and veins
begin to let our hands get cold?
-if we grow old
The Assumption PoemThe Assumption Poem:The Assumption Poem2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
There once was a pirate whose name was Big Brock
He was a young lad with a really big-
Gun and he tried to hold up this young lass!
He bent her right over and swiped her sweet-
Chain that she kept in her pocket out front
He took it and ran while he called her a-
Fool for keeping something nice on her dress
He ran to a bar and squeezed one young maid's-
Hand when he asked her to go out on a date
Before the big night he would go master-
Swordsmanship skills and a punch that was slick
Maybe later she would go suck on his-
Plant that was filled with some rum by the door
He smiled when she arrived for she looked like a-
Pretty young lass who was ready for love
If you thought this was dirty you can go **** yourself!
"The last word was 'love' :3"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 14th April 2012