Mr. Kirkland's Comical Dream"Bloody Hell." England swiped at the sweat on his head as he continued to work in his hatshop. He'd just spilled more mercury when he couldn't get his hand to stop shaking. He had to wonder what was happening to him.Mr. Kirkland's Comical Dream5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Jacaranda blooming at a social where we all drank
Where can we go from here? Happily sing a sad song
Jack was smirking and said, "Put aside your heretical feelings"
Give me all your chocolate, cry a song of humble birth
A scarecrow came by here, being smothered while he swayed
He's never had it, but he hates pumpkin pie
Arthur looked around, hearing things, seeing things that weren't there before. His shop began to disappear around him, and he found himself in a wonderland of sorts, the earth illuminated by the bright orange moon. It looked like a graveyard, minus the graves. There were other still creatures here, scarecrows, the very crows they failed to scare, even a man with a pumpkin as a head.
Hey, la lu la lu la do you want to dance with me?
After all, t
2P Hetalia Marukaite Chikyuu' ( 2P England)2P Hetalia Marukaite Chikyuu' ( 2P England)3 years ago in Settings More Like This
( ooc: Alright since they were never created I decided to create them c: )
( I just wrote somthing down what do you think c:
Hey poppet care for a cupcake?
Hey hey Francis Hey Hey Francis
I can't really forget the taste of the Blood I just drank Before~
Draw a Circle That's the Earth
Draw a circle That's the Earth
Draw a circle That's the Earth,
I Am The UK
!Ah~, With just one Blood stroke you can see just a wonderful world
I am the Amazing United United Kingdom, HETALIA!
Oh Poppet you Made quite the wrong choice Dear Let me teach you some manners *Wicked Laugh*
2P!England x Reader: Watching You2P!England x Reader: Watching You7 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
You struggled to keep your eyes open, but the image before you kept blurring into doubles.
Life has been quite tough for you lately (or rather, you just didn't want to admit procrastinating off Hetalia has made you live each day as if it had 25 hours instead of 24).
I'll do my work in... maybe five more minutes. You thought to yourself.
A picture of 2P!England caught your attention as you look through the webpage, you even scrolled down past the picture but an odd compulsion made you scroll back up to give it a second look.
There was a mischievous glint to his eyes, the smirk on his face promised some untold secret.
That was when... he winked at you.
Or at least you thought he did.
You shook your head.
I must have been too tired... You thought as you stood up to get yourself a cup of water to freshen up a bit.
As soon as you got out of the chair, you thought you saw something on the screen move again.
You paused and narrowed your eyes as you stared at the screen intently.
2p!England x Sick!Reader: A Spoonful Of Sugar2p!England x Sick!Reader: A Spoonful Of Sugar2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
~A Spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down
The medicine go down-
The medicine go down
Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down
In a most delightful way~
“Come now, Poppet! Drink your medicine!” Oliver pleaded with a frown as you refused to open your mouth for him.
“Get that syrup crap away from me!” you shook your head.
“I’ll give you a spoonful of sugar afterwards to help get the taste out” Oliver offered as you rolled your eyes and opened your mouth while swallowing the disgusting fluid. Oliver handed you a spoonful of powdery white sugar and you gulped it down.
“Now rest Poppet, while I try to clean up this mess that was once a bedroom” Oliver peered around your messy bedroom. Clothes, trash, paper, wrappers, and books were scattered everywhere.
~A robin feathering his nest
Has very little time to rest
While gathering his bits of twine and twig
Though quite intent in his pursuit
He has a merry tune to toot
Poradnik - jak napisac romans paranormalnyJak napisać romans paranormalnyPoradnik - jak napisac romans paranormalny3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Trafiło się nam żyć w takich czasach, że napisanie poczytnej książki tudzież bloga jest łatwiejsze niż kiedykolwiek— wystarczy być człowiekiem jako tako piśmiennym, mieć Worda i dostęp do internetów. Niestety, ta jakże piękna idea równości wobec tworzenia literatury rozbiła się o kant dupy w momencie, gdy światło dzienne ujrzał Zmierzch. Niejaka Stefa M., gospodyni domowa, matka trojga dzieci, absolutnie nienastawiona na robienie kariery, spisuje swój sen, tworząc na jego kanwie jeden z największych bestsellerów w historii literatury — może być coś bardziej motywującego? Wszak ludzie lecą na takie kopciuszkowe historie.
Jak bardzo Bellissima, Eduardo i Alpaka przemówili do rzesz czytelników można się przekonać przechadzając się po Empiku i zachodząc
2p!England x Sick!Reader2p!England x Sick!Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Achoo!” You sneezed as you curled up on the couch with dozens of blankets covering you. You had caught a terrible cold and now you were suffering the symptoms.
“I told you to wear a sweater yesterday, but nooo. You didn’t listen” Oliver chided you as he brought you a bowl of steaming soup.
“I’m sorry Oliver. I know how badly you wanted to go see that new movie today” you sniffled
“It’s alright poppet. It’ll still be in theaters by the time you recover” he softly smiled and handed you the bowl. You sat up and began eating while Oliver watched to make sure you consumed all the contents of the bowl.
“I feel bad that you have to stay here to take care of me” you murmured
“Don’t be silly. I wanted to take care of you” he chuckled and took your empty bowl.
“But why? Why not go home and bake?” you asked as he came back and stuck a thermometer under your tongue
“You have a p
crestfallenyou're drunkcrestfallen2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i'm alone
you're a planet of underground
songs and old anarchy like some
skinhead misplaced in time, you're the
physicality of destruction and i'm just
a newly-formed bud, a late bloomer
at the end of spring, still callow and fresh
but too weak to stand against the wind
you sit back and let your mind fester with
all the rotten things you swore you would never touch again,
and i'm watching you like a film played to an
empty movie theatre, because i'm the only one
who stuck around to see how this would end
i couldn't flourish in a wasteland
i couldn't flower in that swamp i climbed
my way out of, so don't
drag me back
to the sleeplessyou sing theto the sleepless5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to sleep at night
(and i'll cradle the
comets' tails in my arms,)
etched on my fingertips (you've
got moon craters in the
hollows of your eyes)
so come on, write me a song,
'cause i'm still waiting on my lullaby.
UnreachableI can’t just show you all that I amUnreachable3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can’t just let you close to be friends
There’s no way that I could ever open up
My soul is locked far away so you could never get hold of it
Like a lonely little oyster at the bottom of the sea
I don’t think you will get any pearls out of me
Alone in this world, I will always be
Don’t you dare offer your apology
My dark is your brightest day
My stars clash with it this way
You’ll find that my life is stuck at May
And you’ll find that I move forward on the sun’s rays
My heart, it is like the earth and the moon
While my mind, the stars, is scattered without a care
Voyagers set out to bring it all together
To fix the rift and mend the wounds, and end that little tear.
APH FF Wizyta u PolskiCzy widzieliście kiedyś konferencję?APH FF Wizyta u Polski5 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Nie mówię tu o zwykłych konferencjach, gdzie najważniejsze osoby świata spotykają się, żeby poważnie dyskutować o sprawach w czystej teorii arcyważnych dla przyszłości pozostałych państw.
Nie mówię tu o G8 czy o Parlamencie Europejskim.
Nie mówię tu nawet o normalnych konferencjach w kraju.
Mowa tu o Konferencji Krajów.
Jedna właśnie odbywała się w Niezwykle-Tajnej-Bazie-Na-Nieznanej-Wyspie-Gdzieś-Koło-Ameryki* w wielkim budynku przypominającym bardziej Wersal niż cokolwiek innego. Sala, w której odbywała się owa "konferencja" aż kipiała od barokowych i rokokowych rzeźb, figur, obrazów, wazonów, kwiatów, krzeseł, stołu, służących i czego jeszcze dusza zapragnie. A że miała wymiary pudełka do zapałek 10000
DubstepFeel the bass. Feel the beat.Dubstep5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Feel the music. Wash over me.
Feel the thrash. Feel the sound.
Feel the beat pulse. All around.
Feel the bump. Feel the pound.
Feel the beat. Take you down.
Feel the pulsing. In the air.
Feel the beat. It's everywhere.
Forever" And all I want is to watch the world fall apart with you," she whispered.Forever3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He stared out into the darkness. Her body was warm on his shoulder. Her breathing, smooth and calm in his ear.
The sky was enormous. Stars shimmered like shards of broken glass. The two of them sat together in the charcoal sky, with that bull-dozed horizon and those freshly cut trees. In the frosty moonlight, the stumps looked like barrels of a thousand silver pistols. Clouds drifted from his lips.
"Maybe you already have," he sighed, his eyes were dull and cold, "Nothing lasts forever."
He lifted a cigarette to his lips and the smoke he exhaled choked the air and climbed into the sky. She watched it go. Wondered if souls looked like smoke.
The glass sky began to melt. She felt heavier. There was buzzing in her ears.
The smoke fell back to earth. It sunk into the gro
Statue In The RainI'm not dead because I'm still breathing,Statue In The Rain3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not dead because I'm finally living.
I'm still here because you always need me,
I won't leave you if you don't leave me.
I'm still here, right where you left me,
The statue in the rain, ready to give you glee.
When you feel sad, you know where to go,
I'm not dead, I'm here for you and I hope you know.
That I'm still here, and always will be for you,
That I'll remain as long as I know you want me to.
That the statue in the rain will always be waiting for you,
Because Jennifer, I love you.
SpringtimeSpring is a timeSpringtime2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where the flowers are all in bloom
When baby animals start to take their first tiny steps
And the birds twitter and sing in tune.
Spring is a time
When the rain starts poring down
And I'm stuck indoors until it clears
So then I can jump spontaneously in puddles.
LullabyIn the night, the stars are brightLullaby3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Let your light shine through
Here you'll be, safe with me
Forever I'm with you.
If I should go, please just know
My love will help you grow
So stay with me, then you'll see
I'll always be with you.
Feeling of LossWhen you lose somethingFeeling of Loss2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You'd naturally give anything
To have it back.
It could be a toy
Someone you love
Or something you feel inside.
And when you don't have that something
Your skin grows cold
Like a fan had suddenly been turned on
Tears well up in your eyes
And leap from their homes like raindrops
Until they land at your feet.
How did it happen?
Was it something you did?
Oh, why can't you find it?
In its place are your quiet sobs of sadness.
A Tsundere poemRoses are redA Tsundere poem2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My face is too
... Why are you smiling?
I-I'm not blushing for you!
A Jeff the Killer poem :)I fell asleep so fast that night,A Jeff the Killer poem :)3 years ago in Horror More Like This
Unaware about the horrifying sight,
He was in my room, watching me,
No more eyelids,
He always wanted to see,
That face he called beautiful,
Not even a mother could love,
I was in panic with the figure above,
The creepy smile of his,
I'm shaking coz of this,
He puts his hand on my bed,
And leans over to pat my head,
I see the knife he had in hand,
Waiting for what he thought wasn't bad,
I fear the worst and start to cry,
Wanting the pain to just fly by,
I start to see him shift a bit,
When he opend the window it kept the room lit,
He started talking and what he said,
Made me curl up in a ball on my bed,
He said "Hush my dear, don't you cry"
"You won't feel the pain when you die"
"Why do you think i'm such a creep?"
"I only want you to GO TO SLEEP"
The Boy Upstairs I can hear him you know, the boy upstairs.The Boy Upstairs3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Every night he fights, he screams and he shouts and then cries.
He fights with those who don’t believe in him, who only call to hurt him.
The boy upstairs is strong, stronger than you’d ever know by looking at him.
He’s strong because he doesn't give up, no matter what people say.
The boy upstairs is brave, brave enough to smile even when the odds are stacked against him.
I've never talked to the boy upstairs.
But still, night after night I hear him cry.
And then one night, a particularly rainy Saturday night, I break.
I cry for him, I cry for the boy upstairs.
Because if I were to tell you a secret…
It would be that I love the boy upstairs.
Of Jellax and JediIt was madness since I first landed. First the force leads me to a Solar System on the edge of the known galaxy in my quest to destroy the true Sith, next I'm enlisted by a slime girl named Usagi and a small talking creature to help them save their friends by buying time for them by distracting all the other slime beings named Jellax and her daughter who has fallen to the Dark Side. Perhaps an Introduction and explanation is in order, my name is Sessma Forsa. I'm 26 of your years old. I had blue eyes and shoulder length hair I keep in in a braid. The reason I say "had" I'll get to later. I usually wear my Star Forge Robes, special force imbued white robes that I created on the Star Forge, which include brown armor and a Brown Mandalorian style mask. Anyway, some know me as the Jedi, Revan who fell to the Dark Side and became Darth Revan, Dark Lord of the Sith. While wondering the outer most reaches of the galaxy, I came upon a small Solar System consisting of 10 planets all orbiting arOf Jellax and Jedi4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Good Little Boy"I'm a good little Boy"Good Little Boy2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ever since I was a little boy. I always did what I was told.
Everyone always told me I was such a good little boy...
I loved it...
And I loved my daddy the most, so it meant a lot to me when he told me that too.
My daddy is the best! He takes such good care of me, and would never let any bad
people hurt me.
He always told me I was his precious gift, and that I was meant to be cherished...
I loved daddy...
But one day, daddy had to go...
He said he would be gone for a long time, and that he would miss me lots...
It made me so sad when daddy had to leave that morning, I wanted to cry and stay
in my room...
But my daddy told me to be a ig boy, and to not cry... So I did...
And he told me I was a good boy...
"I'll miss you daddy..."
"Daddy has been gone for a long time..." I would tell mysself...
Days would run together , because I had trouble sleeping at night...
I would keep getting nightmares ablut something happening to dadd
Ghostsshe had no ideaGhosts6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
what lay before her
a field of tombstones and
oh darling this is just the
graveyard of all the
women before you
the place where i bury
the little pieces of
shattered flutters and
a place where i can
come and reflect
and mess ups
and watch the
and hopefully never
make the same