Musings...Musings...2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
.........Just like the deepest darkest oceans, its same...For the deepest darkest forests. No one can ever imagine what dwells with in? And just like how, all bodies of waters were contacted..In some way, or other, you could also find as were all trees, or more forests...
...But what would someone do? If they found out the truth? Yes....They were go between, to alien worlds. Places human kind wrote off as wild imaginations of the crazies, emotional stress. Then how would you explain, your moments of waking, when reality shifts to illusions an dreams..Astral projecting? Missing persons, our world is only so huge. You will end up going in circles. So why have we yet to find these missing people then? Once their scent/leads have gone dry? Hmm? What about demon possessions Now many believe these claims to be real. And still even at the same time, people don't and cant accept, such things, as well. Even these creatures need a play to dwell to call home too..So many answers and t
100 Theme Meme1~ Color Blind100 Theme Meme3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
2~ Hot Chocolate
6~ Poker Night
7~ Dear Friend
9~ the Ocean
10~ Blind Date
11~ Roll the Dice
18~ Bite Me
22~ Just Wondering
27~ What If
Souleaterstuck: Chapter 3Souleaterstuck: Chapter 32 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Well, here we are!" She turns to you, putting her hands proudly on her hips with a toothy grin.
You stop short and set down your bags, crabdad just behind you. "Terezi," you say, raising an eyebrow as you look around the massive blue tree trunks, "there's nothing here." You didn't think she was this blind with her other senses.
She only smirks at you and points upwards. Your gaze follows the indicated direction and you gape for a few moments at the massive tree hive complex. The tealblood walks to the nearest trunk and yanks on a rope tied to one of the lower branches. A rope ladder unfurls from the deck above and drops a foot from where you stand.
Your lusus skrees and climbs the trunk behind you instead. Terezi gestures to the ladder and bows mockingly. "After you, dear partner."
You frown at her and sling the bags over your shoulders as you climb, making sure not to look down as the unsupported rope sways with your weight. For a moment you wonder if she can smell fear too. Y
two minutes at the bottom of the oceani open my eyes and the room is underwatertwo minutes at the bottom of the ocean3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a refraction of light--
tail flicked & then the sediment settles
like dysentery, this narcoleptic soul
to pulse, spin
into a paralysis of the
this is the pressure that creaks in my bones:
this is the space between my mouth and my mind
& the few centimeters between my ears are pulsing
with the things I cannot get to my hands
but my head is not a fucking ocean:
it's a flaw in chemistry
Orchard Of Mines--FanficOrchard Of Mines--Fanfic3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Series: Manga and Brotherhood
Word Count: 218 (It's a short one.)
Rating: T (There's nothing bad, but something about angst and K doesn't mix...)
Pairings/Characters: Edward and Winry, slight EdWin
Summary: "If I had done it, would you have hated me?"
Author's Notes: Sorry for dumping angst on you! This picture just needed a story. I had it sitting around for a week. Anyway, this takes place after Winry's confrontation with Scar. It's between the scene where Garfiel calls and her return to Rush Valley. On a random note, I listened to Stereo Love- Remix Dance Edition while writing this. Check it out! It's really catchy!
Disclaimer: Come ON guys, really? Me, own the amazingness that is FMA?
Orchard of Mines
"If I had done it, would you have hated me?"
The question struck Edward by surprise, the unpleasant kind of surprise that made his entire body flare up with indignant fury. It was short lived
Slipping away...Slipping away...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Most of my life can best be explained with a metaphor.
I'm on a cliff, and I'm hanging on.
The whole time I'm wondering "Maybe I should let go...maybe it would be better if I did."
But no matter how much I want to, I can't.
My hands are glued to the rocks that hold me up.
I struggle to get free, I struggle to get down.
I'll beg "Please, just let me down."
But even though I can't get down, I can never get fully up.
I'll put all of my strength into my arms, and pull, but I'm never on the safety of the cliff.
I'm always half on and half off.
People try and help, but no one is strong enough to pull me down, or pick me up.
No one is strong enough to make me give up, but no one is strong enough to make me keep going.
SoMa - NamesSoMa - NamesSoMa - Names4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
-When we first met why did you tell me your name was Soul "Eater"?
- Why not? I was born with the name "Evans". Ugh "Evans" What a boring name, dontcha think?
-I don't think it's boring.
-Yeah, well, 'I' do.
-It's not, you know
-Well I thought "Eater" was much more uh exciting ?
-Eh never mind "Evans" is my family's name. My family is boring. My life was boring thus making my name boring and un-cool.
- Seriously Soul?
-Yes seriously. "Eater" is much cooler.
-That's ridiculous You know, that would be like changing 'my' name.
-You should. "Maka" is a boring name too.
-Ow Damn it all not cool.
-That's what you get, you jerk.
-At least I didn't call you "Tiny Tits" again.
-Who asked you anyway? Maka is my name. I'm very pleased with it and I'd like to keep it
Dave x John - Tolerance Pt. 4AYou and Dave are so casual sometimes. He’s lying on his stomach, playing Mario Kart on his DS. You’re lying on his back while he’s shirtless because you enjoy tracing the tattoos on his back.Dave x John - Tolerance Pt. 4A1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Your fingertip outlines every gear and makes circles in the spots of dark shading. You listen to the sound of his kart racing while resting your chin on his spine to look at the half of the yin-yang on the back of his neck. Dave said he and his brother promised to get it when they were sixteen, and he got it even if they weren’t together. You both wonder if his brother kept the same promise.
“Shit,” Dave murmurs to himself, and you hear that he’s finished his race.
Scooting up, you rest your chin on his shoulder and press a little kiss to his neck. “The girls are taking a while to pack.”
“They brought the whole drug store with them in bathroom supplies,” Dave mutters as he chooses a new race track.
“Did you see how many
final exchangeThe metallic fire ignited moments ago in your chest goes almost as quickly as it came. You don't think you can even feel it anymore.final exchange3 years ago in Drama More Like This
The colors are far more intoxicating anyway.
First teal, then red.
The two colors begin to mingle and the scents dance all around you, sending you into sensory overload. Nothing but powerful wildberry fumes every time you struggle to fill your lungs. It is completely delicious. And makes you feel the slightest bit sick.
Everything around you is wet, heavy, and warm. And yet, you're chilled to the bone. You currently lie in one of two expanding pools of blood. One your own, and one of someone you care more about than you like to admit. Two quickly becomes one as the openings in your chests feed your colorful graves. You can feel that someone's hand around your's, but only for a second before the pseudo-sedatives fueled by the lack of blood in your veins takes over. Now only a tingling sensation remains, a ghost of a comforting touc
Dave x John - Tolerance Pt. 1The apartment is small, but comfortable. There’s a frame missing from the living room window and only the cold water works in the kitchen. But still comfortable.Dave x John - Tolerance Pt. 11 year ago in Romance More Like This
There wasn’t enough space in your room for your piano, so you’ve settled your keyboard into it. Dave switched to a twin sized bed so that his turntables actually fit in his room. You don’t care what he does with his room anyway, he just makes a mess of it, and that’s not your responsibility.
“As long as it doesn’t stink up the place,” was your compromise.
Dave moved up to Washington the day he turned eighteen. He had been tossed around in foster care all his life, having been split up from his twin brother when twelve, and was not happy with the fake families (as he called them). He was packed and ready to go at midnight when he became a legal adult.
He stayed with you and your father for two weeks, looking for jobs and places to live. He was too humble to ask for money, but your
Unhappy Refrain Singable LyricShotgun and telecaster,Unhappy Refrain Singable Lyric3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The words aligned how unhappy.
All alone in the city at night,
You hate the sound of a gunshot right?
Breaking with this voice of mine,
Wasted so much of my time.
Just as you've fallen into to my hands,
I can't let you go; that I understand.
The one-man live act was a hit,
In my head it's like a girly comic.
Even though we're out of bullets,
There's still time to table-flip.
Everything's going our way
And we pick them of as I say;
'To these old lives I bid bye-bye!'
I'll be looking to the future, right?
Spinning myself just looking for mistakes,
Teaching myself even as it breaks.
I'm not lonely, oh no! (Oh no)
That so? (That so) That so? (That so) That's so.
So is it, so is it, so is it lucky?
Still spinning round on the 39th loop.
So is it, so is it, well is it happy?
I don't understand what should be understood!
The sounds that still echo around in my head,
I can't even tell where they begin or end.
Those words? Those words! They weren't important!
But it seem
Edward Elric - Spongebob ThemeSung to the (abrupt) tune of Spongebob Squarepants themeEdward Elric - Spongebob Theme4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Roy: Are you ready, troops?
Peoples: Yes, Lt. Colonel Mustang!
Roy : I can't hear you!
Peoples: Yes, Lt. Colonel Mustang!!!!
Roy : Oh! Who's a shorty shrimp bean sprout that you can't see with your eye?
Peoples: Edward Elric!
*music scratches, record is broken*
Ed: WHO YOU CALLING A MICROSCOPIC BEAN SPROUT ORGANISM THAT YOU CAN'T SEE UNDERNEATH A HIGH POWER MICROSCOPE?
*sounds of an epic fight/surprise attack heard in the background while the Peoples run away in terror*
Sadly, this song was unable to be continued due to the destruction of all our equipment. That, and Mustang was beaten to a pulp.
What Up Pikachu ?What Up Pikachu ?6 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I chose this beat to go with it, just click the play button and take it in that way.
Start singing 00:05 seconds in.
We in here BO
We can get the drama popping
We don't care BO BO BO
It's going down BO
'Cause I'm around BO
Pikachu, you know how I gets down down
What up, Ash? WHAT
What up, Brock? WHAT
What up, Misty ? WHAT
What up, Pokemon Mastaaaaaa?
They say I walk around like I got Poke Bling on my chest
Naw, that's a semi-auto, bitch I already addressed
I try not to say nothin, the DA might want to play in court
But I'll take a Pokemon down like it's a sport
Front on me, I'll shock ya, thundershock ya
you gettin badges ?
I can't get none with ya then fuck ya
I'm not the type to faint in a Pokemon battle
I'm the type that'll rattle Raticate with tackle
Pokemon, they bump my shit them they know me
I grew up around some Pokemon that's not my homies
Hundred G's I stash it, Team Rocket I blast it
we dump their body's in some battery acid
SoulxMaka FanFic - Swept AwaySwept AwaySoulxMaka FanFic - Swept Away4 years ago in Settings More Like This
The fragrant smell of bacon and eggs wafted throughout the small apartment. Maka was, as usual, up and about much earlier than the second tenant that thrived alongside her within the household. She shifted the bacon around the pan as it sizzled furiously. She recoiled as some of the bacon grease spat at her, as if it was annoyed at the fact that it was being cooked. Maka pouted and her blonde, wispy hair flew around her head in a snake-like manner.
"If you weren't already a dead piece of meat, I would have throttled you by now!" She huffed.
Her apple green eyes grew wide with fear and she briskly flung round to scan her surroundings.
A few books that she had previously been browsing through formed a small pile upon the red, leather sofa. Some towels had been lazily flung by the bathroom door; no doubt it was the work of Blair after her daily shower. The kitchen was cluttered with utensils that Maka had been using to make breakfast on that bright morning, and the table was ne
The Origin.The Origin.3 years ago in Horror More Like This
November 16, 1995
While at Cinnabar Island on the coast I met a strange Pokemon, it looks like blocks put together to make a backward 'L'. So after observing it I decided to catch it.
After observing this strange creature, I decided to see how it fought in a Pokemon battle. After training It seems it uses water gun a lot and sky attack, so in conclusion I think it's a normal/flying type.
Today it evolved into a Kangaskhan for some odd reason. It looked like normal, but it had an egg in it's pouch.
November 23, 1995
The egg hatched, but the Kangaskhan won't care for it at all. I tried to feed and play with it but it still won't do anything.
November 24, 1995
I've decided to give the infant Pokemon to a trainer in Lavender Town. He said he would take good care of her.
November 30, 1995
.: I Have A Voice :."I have a voice.".: I Have A Voice :.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Then use it."
Why can't I use it?
Why was I given a voice without instructions on how to use it?
When is it necessary?
Who do I speak to?
Why is it crucial to my existence?
"I have a voice."
"Writing letters and using text messages doesn't count."
How does that not count?
You have a hard copy of what I want to say.
And you can reflect on it easier than trying to recall what I said.
I don't understand how it's any different.
You can read it and act upon it.
"I have a voice."
"Sure you do, but you're not a part of this, so your 'voice' doesn't matter."
Do I even have a voice anymore?
Black, No SugarIn my eternal quest for inspirationBlack, No Sugar4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Imagination and innovation
Or perhaps, just a mild sense of dehydration.
I found myself thirsting for that electric sensation
That one only gets from a certain creation.
I was pondering my situation
In my place of habitation
And after several grueling minutes
Of the worst kind of frustration
I found myself consumed by this savory temptation.
And that is how I ended up
In this very location.
Hoping that my perspiration
For the preparation
Of that sinful percolation
Would provide for me some good vibrations.
And not just muddy agitations.
Perhaps my aspirations
For a caffeine celebration
Would prove the incantation
For a cup of warm salvation.
Picking up the pot
With little hesitation
Longing for that feeling
Of mental aviation
I poured myself a perfect cup
Of liquid motivation.
Soul x Maka - FanFic - PoetryPoetrySoul x Maka - FanFic - Poetry4 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Eh? What's this?" Asked Soul, picking up a piece of paper that had been left on the cluttered kitchen counter.
"D-Don't read that!" Yelped Maka.
She made a desperate attempt to snatch the paper out of Soul's grasp. Soul used his height as an advantage and lifted the paper out of Maka's reach.
"C'mon, Soul! This isn't cool!" Whimpered Maka.
"What's not cool is not sharing this with your partner." Replied Soul, Smirking, "Sharing is caring."
"Well maybe I don't care!" Huffed Maka.
"Ouch! You hurt me right here." Laughed Soul, playfully clutching his chest as if in agony.
"Don't mock me!" Maka growled, stomping her foot in annoyance.
No matter how mature Maka acted, she always had her childish moments.
"Alright, I won't mock you." Chuckled Soul, "Instead, I'll read this."
Soul did his best to hold in his laughter, but failed miserably.
"What's so FUNNY?" Asked Maka in a threatening tone.
"T-This is!" Soul replied while in the midst of laughter.
"It's a heartfelt poem." Explained M
100 themes.01. Fear100 themes.3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
18. Two Roads
19. Breaking the Rules
21. I. Can't.
30. Can You Hear Me?
34. Breaking Point
35. Don't Go
38. Black and White
39. Six Feet Underground
42. This is home.
46. Lock and Key
48. The old days
50. Thank you
54. Skeletons in the Closet
57. Open Heart
58. By your side.
63. Pet Peeve
HeartsongDo you hear it?Heartsong11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
That sweet whispering melody?
The song that guides your very footsteps?
The thing that sheds light,
in even the darkest of nights?
Can you hear it?
Do the words not reach you?
Are its cries too soft?
Is its dispare not enough,
to pierce through?
Will you hear it?
When it comes will you listen?
Will you ignore it and turn away?
Will you believe in it,
when all seems lost?
Though your soul may ache,
and your body may wither.
It will guide you
even as you turn your back,
its song shall never falter
For it is your heart
it shall never turn its back on you
Though you may do that to it
It is there and it shall always be there,
even though you may wish it not
Through darkness and light
Through thick and thin
It will never leave
I will never stop singing,
the song of your heart
the bridethe bride2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
body of mountain, cream and concrete
peeling paint - you are rosacea
defined, crackle skin I run my fingers under
and crush between my teeth. taste of
salt and soil, of burdening years
that rub water in your joints. precious
blessed bridge beauty, breathing heat
and sweating rain, you darling
that shakes, and shakes, and remains.
when I am ash and shadow, wax
for the candlemaker, you'll stand still
silent, soft strain-taker, train-carer,
and hold my love poems
in your cold stones.
GluttonHis caramel covered fingers caress my coffee skinGlutton2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An epiphany aged in its own beautiful winery,
A honeyed breath drawn in a moment so heated,
Its oven like intensity roasting any kind of chastity.
Irreverently juicy, pleasingly sinful,
Succulently divine in its every form
Lovemaking at its most beautiful
Moans that echo sheer gluttony.
I never knew passion was edible,
nor lust so delicious in its impassioned call
Until he showed me why chocolate
is the most deadly sin of them all.