I I hate myself.I2 years 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.
My Little Pony FiM Season 5: Dream Drop DistanceSigns of What's NextMy Little Pony FiM Season 5: Dream Drop Distance2 years 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
ScarsStanding in the showerScars2 years 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?
i miss you...I sit here in this rain,i miss you...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thinking of you.
But no matter how long I wait on this bench,
You will never meet me here.
I’ve got on my best dress, my cane,
Even that old bowler hat you always liked,
And I wait at the bench where we first met.
But you will never meet me here again.
I lean on my cane in front of me,
Thinking of you,
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
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.Fingertips2 years 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
writing about you."what shall i write today, love?"writing about you.2 years 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
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
StillHe was waking or he was falling asleep, neither, both at once. This was a dream. This was the only thing he had ever known. It made no difference, he trailed his own body like ripples after a rock, smoothing and breaking and smoothing again.Still2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His feet moved tirelessly, without thought. No longer human, only the Walk was real. For minutes, or for months; time was fluid and distant. Walk.
He broke and a low mountain pulled him forward. Smoothed. Broke into flatlands, into shallow water. Into the evening, into the weak dawn.
Smoothed, back into the soft yellow lights behind his eyes. Walk.
He was not alone. This thought came from his bones, the heavy vibrations that shook them. It was something known, not something learned. It was like becoming aware of his own breath.
After a moment, without any real intent, his head raised. The yellow lights flickered. He could see three trees surrounding him. No, three hills. No. Three monstrous beasts. No. Three brothers.
He was waking after
Ordinary DayOrdinary Day4 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.
Bipolar DisorderShut up.Bipolar Disorder2 years 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.”
Mind, oh MindSmiley face, smiley face, can't you ever see?Mind, oh Mind2 years 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...
What is a Mary-Sue?--Character StudyIf you happen to love writing like I do, you tend to hear this term thrown around every once in a while. Mostly about characters created for fanfiction, but it can also apply to literature that stands on its own. Not everyone knows what it means, so I'll do a little clarification.What is a Mary-Sue?--Character Study2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
When most people hear the term, they think of a peppy, annoyingly snarky girl with oddly-colored hair and a contrived name who is impossibly hot, possesses an innumerable amount of magical powers, and really can do no wrong and has no weakness. And in some cases, this trope is correct. In reality however, ANY kind of character can be a Mary-Sue. It depends on how the character is portrayed by the author.
Here are some examples. I'm going to use my character Sawyer Stone from one of my stories as a healthy example of a character, and a character I just made up named Anthy Silverbell for the Mary-Sue. She's already off to a bad start due to her having that name of hers, but let's continue.
I'm going to describe
complimentssometimes, babe, you talkcompliments2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
like your lips got drunk and they
forgot to tell you.
LadiesLadies2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ladies are suppose to dress
In flattering skirts
And non-revealing shirts.
Wear their makeup so neat,
A ring on their hand,
And heels on their feet.
To have good manners,
And to be polite,
But also to show great might.
Ladies are suppose to think before they speak;
Selecting only the best of words,
So a waste will not leak.
As should they have great wisdom,
And be caring and unique.
Beautiful as a crystal or as an exquisite antique.
Ladies deserve a gentleman,
As opposites do not attract.
One that completes her,
And takes her on the right track.
All women are suppose to be ladies;
To cherish life as they please,
But the select few is decreasing,
And the women who are ladies are soon none to be.
Everlasting Snow: EpilogueEverlasting Snow: Epilogue2 years ago in Romance More Like This
I didn’t see you standing there.
…Quiet one, ain’tcha?
You seem like a good listener, though.
I could use a listener.
Say, would you like to hear a story? It’s a love story. But I promise it’s not a drag. It has noble heroes, a complex villain fighting them for all the goodness and light in the world, with twists and turns at every corner and stuff. Trust me, it’ll really tug at the heartstrings, play with your emotions on all ends of the spectrum. That is, if I can tell it right…
Yes? You would?
Go on, take a seat. Get comfortable. It’s a pretty long tale.
There ya go.
Oh hey, what’s your name? C’mon, don’t be shy.
Heh, I like it.
So, this story is about the love between the eternal spirit of winter and a mortal human being, like you, and the trials and tribulations that they went throu—
Who am I, looking the way I do, with the ice on my clothes an
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
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
Jack FrostXReader: Dr.FrostJack FrostXReader: Dr.Frost2 years ago in Romance More Like This
(This is an even that could have been one of the event that takes place during my first Jack FrostXReader fanfiction, but it can also be independent.)
You sat in bed, blowing your nose into a tissue. After you were done with it, you tossed it into the trash can that was sitting by your bedside. Groaning, you scooted back down under the covers and closed your eyes. Not that it helped though; Your head still pounded with aching pain.
It was the third day of school after Christmas break. You still couldn't believe that you'd caught the bug that was going around, and it was even harder to believe it happened on your first week back at school! You had so much work to catch up on...
Suddenly you heard the familiar sound of your window opening then closing. This sound always told you that Jack Frost had entered your room--something that he did quite often after you had established quite a friendly relationship with the boy. You felt your room grow colder and you felt like telling