10 ways to annoy Nico Di Angelo.1. Tell him he's forever alone10 ways to annoy Nico Di Angelo.1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
2. When he refuses to be called 'forever alone' ask him who his 'special' someone is.
3. Ask him if he likes pasta
4. If he says no, call him a traitor to his country
5. E-mail him a handful of Nico fan-fic's (The ones with lemons if you know what I mean)
6. If he doesn't read them, tell him this is proof of him being forever alone (If you have to, repeate #2)
7. Or just straight jacket him to a chair in your room and read them out loud for him *A mouth gag could prove most affective*
8. It would be even better if you video-tape his reactions to the fan-fictions with Camp-Half-Blood people (Thalico, etc.)
9. Post them on god-tube.
10. Tell him the etomology of his name.
" The name Nico is most likely the form of 'Nikolaos'; meaning Victory of the people, and his last name meaning of the angels ties together that his name is related to death. Nico can also be relative to Necro, which means death. "
* If this does
Soledad.Soledad.1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Era de noche, el hombre de la luna estaba en el centro del cielo, iluminando toda la tierra, principalmente en el lago donde se encontraba actualmente su guardián más joven y nuevo, su luz se reflejaba perfectamente en el enorme lago que le pertenecía al espíritu del invierno, toda el agua brillaba intensamente.
El chico de cabellos blancos, caminaba lentamente sobre la superficie del lago, congelando al contacto con el agua, la capucha de su sudadera le cubría toda la cabeza, impidiendo verle casi nada el rostro. Tenía una de sus manos escondida en su bolsillo y la otra sujetaba débilmente su cayado.
Camino hasta un punto preciso del lago, se quedó parado ahí por unos minutos, miró a su alrededor, casi podía jurar que nuevamente estaba viviendo ese día, podía ver a su hermana patinando por el hielo junto con él.
Cerró los ojos por un segundo para entrar más en el
Time Is The CureTime Is The Cure1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Time Is The Cure
Right hand of destruction
Left hand of creation
It's a never ending cycle
A fatal revival caught in a downward spiral
I tear down reality’s mask
As I build up a truth to give hope a chance
The veiled darkness decays
The guiding light fades
I let go of an old pain
As new tears wash it away
The sun always rises
The moon always sets
The rain subsides
The storm is put to rest
Clouds confide / Memories detest
Skies collide / Cries confessed
Light shines / Dark regrets
Pain hides / Peace professed
A new day awaits
An old night forgotten
Tomorrow I shall awake
To cradle what remains unbroken
I can't erase my mistakes
But I can't let them define my fate
There's always control
There's always faith to hold
Opposites are locked together
I am the sinner; I am the confessor
With time- comes change
Agony and serenity dawn a n
Alphario - Chapter 1Dennis couldn't believe his eyes.Alphario - Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was a dream come true. He was finally in Japan. And the story behind this achievement was just too good to be true.
Joining the contest was a good thing after all, Dennis thought to himself, trying to contain the grin that had long wanted to escape onto his lips. The 20 year old boy had never intended to participate in the first place – it simply wasn't his thing – but after the submission deadline had been extended thrice, he was finally convinced that maybe it was his time to shine. And luck was on his side.
Dennis made his way through the airport hallway, still contemplating on his good fortune. He was amazed at how distinct occasions from the past had miraculously connected with one another, just like how the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle fit together to complete the picture. He vowed never to view his childhood days in a negative light ever again. At least for now, he reconsidered.
"Mom, dad…" He smiled as he took a
Envy Character Analysis PART 2Part 2 of Envy Character AnalysisEnvy Character Analysis PART 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
God, so sorry I took this long to update, guys. Here we go, part 2 of Envy's Character Analysis, focusing on Envy's next appearance in the manga (volume 4), when he arrives with Lust in Laboratory Five to dispose of the Slicer Brothers and subdue Edward. In this appearance, we get to see the instability of Envy's mental state, and the various tactics he uses to hide this (as well as the insecurities that cause it his nigh-insanity).
NOTE: I will be referring to Envy as 'IT', as he has no gender in the manga or second anime.
So, here goes...
Now, as those of you who have read the manga and/or watched the second anime will know, in this volume Envy turns up at Laboratory Number Five with Lust, and appears/talks very light-heartedly, as if the whole thing was of little to no consequence and was a walk in the park to it, if you get my drift. It's all smiles, and the younger Slicer brother is yelling desperately that they can still fight, if only the
RomanoxWinged!Reader: Dropped from the Flock Pt. 1"Dudes! Who the hell is that?" America boomed, finding an injured girl on the world meeting table.RomanoxWinged!Reader: Dropped from the Flock Pt. 11 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I don't know, she fell from zhe sky during axis training." Germany says.
She groans a bit before getting up slowly, everyone backs away curiously.
She had (h/l) (h/c) hair, strangely dull (e/c) eyes, bandages were the only thing that covered her chest, and short ripped shorts.
She had two large 'things' on her back, which peeked America's curiosity.
"Hey what are those things?" he asks. She jumps back, startled by processing all the beautiful men surrounding her.
"You bloody git! They are obviously wings!" England growled, nearly face palming. The american's eyes widened, and he ran up to touch the extra appendage. She flinched and spread her wings slowly, painfully wincing doing so.
"Oh my god!" England frowns.
Her wings were large and beautiful, but battered. There were pure white, at least, under all the scratches and dirt. Oddly, the left wing's middle was completely gone and wrapped
When I'm GoneI don’t want you to remember me.When I'm Gone1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don’t want you to think of me.
I don’t want you to hurt over me.
I don’t want you to dream of me.
I don’t want you to cry for me.
I don’t want you to miss me.
I don’t want you to love me.
I don’t want you
Our biggest fanHear me read itOur biggest fan1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I pity the sky.
Even when all else turns to dust,
And debris, and dies,
The sky cannot move,
Cannot look away,
Or do anything but weep ever after
And ache to wrap those it loves
In lonesome clouds and carry them away.
I pity the sky.
Wake up AliceDoes anyone ever felt like Alice in WonderlandWake up Alice2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wandering around the world
Following a white rabbit that no one else sees
Talking to a caterpillar
Asking Why, Who, and What
Finding yourself lost in a place with unreadable signs
Sitting down thinking .dreaming or not this is unbelievable
When a cat comes floating down sitting on a tree
His smile is remarkably sharp for a cat to be
He is sly, that cat, should I believe him or not
I guess I have no choice
The flower talk and I have some tea
With figures of my imagination
The Mad Hatter is crazy
The March Hare is unstable
I don't think their are any normal things here
A drunken mouse come out of the pot
I think I'm losing my mind .
What next do I occur A red queen that is
A court full of cards
Spades, Diamonds, Hearts, and Clubs
OFF WITH HER HEAD!
Nothing but a dream.
Wake Up Alice!
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.
And My Mama SaidAnd mama said "If you love meAnd My Mama Said4 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Please let me go-"
And mama said "This kind of pain
She surely did know-"
And mama said "She loved me
Yes, but she wanted to go"
And I cried to mama "Please
Mama please I love you so
Please mama stay
Don't leave me alone."
And my mama said "This
She surely did know-
But she had to go
God was calling her home"
And I cried to mama "Please
Mama please you don't need to leave
Right here's your home
Please don't leave me to grieve."
And mama said "Remember this son
You need know,
That your mother always loved you
And loved you so
But ,son, your mother really needs to go
It might not be fair
But God is calling her home
And since God called I need to go
But remember what I said
And that I'll always love you so"
And mama never said a thing to me again
And this day I finally let go of her hand.
Eyeless jack x Male!Reader. Part 2, confessionYou...Eyeless jack x Male!Reader. Part 2, confession8 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
You and your friend were talking, on your way home from school, about the creepypasta. Debating which ones you liked the most adn which you would run from.
You, of course, chose Eyeless Jack as your favorite, and you couldn't decide which you would run from, they just weren't scary to you.
You were getting close to your house and your friend had to go the opposite way so you said your goodbyes, and went to your house. It was a two-story house that looked like it belonged in suburbia, but it was at the end of a pretty deserted street next to the woods you held so dear. You searched in your pockets for the key to the front door but couldn't find it. 'Damnit did I leave it inside?' you asked yourself, you then tried the door. It was unlocked...you locked it before you left this morning...
You slowly walked in and tried not to make a sound. You then saw what let itself in.
A Letter/Poem to Those 'In Power'I am not responsible for yourA Letter/Poem to Those 'In Power'2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For the ice-caps melting, I have no
For the people starving, I have no
For those who you will not let live, I
have not part.
For the deals you made, I have no
I have lived in this planet, in this
human world, for 18 years
And I am still trying to work out my own
For those barriers you have placed in
front of me, I have no part.
I was born, and since then and forever
after that day my responsibilties lie in my
own mind and never what you think.
If you need volunteers to mend a broken
piece of your establishment, count me out.
If you have done anything, and wish
for someone else to mend the damage, I
shall not be there.
For that is not my part.
You have made money worth more than the
people who walk by me.
I place that value differently.
Kindness and honesty guides my human
relationship. If you are going to get a human
to help you, help them as well by showing them
something true in this mind-boggling world.
nnh. krrch—ck.nnh.9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pm-pm-pm ---- fweeeeeeeeee
clk. zzht. Tthm.
tchhhh . . .
The Music of Life, Death, and AfterThe music I hear is never playing, but always there.The Music of Life, Death, and After1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A haunting wind, howling like a beast.
A terrible thump, heavy beats in the night.
A delicate sharp noise, that hangs in the air.
I hear this music over and over.
In birth, it was my cry, the slap on my back, and the cut of the cord.
In death, it was the broken window, the footsteps in the night, and the knife.
And after, it was the music I heard going six feet under, the first mound of falling dirt, and the shovel hitting the last.
Decembersville Ch. 3Chapter 3: "RUN, PIXIE!! RUN!!"Decembersville Ch. 35 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"You know what?! I'm going home! Straight home!"
"Have fun!" the weird boy replied without a tinge of annoyance.
Sophia hesitated and called up to him, "And I don't know the way!"
"I might get eaten by lions and tigers and bears!"
Already twenty minutes into the chilling journey and Sophia was on the verge of tears. It was dark, late, freezing, and frightening in the woods. God, she wanted to go home BAD; especially with the fog coming in. But what did Darkslaw do? NOTHING. He just hummed as he slinked off ahead of her, flashlight in hand. She could tell he was smiling from behind which ticked her off completely. She tripped over the fiftieth tree root and thought thrice over the suggestion of just turning around and heading back to the mansion in hopes that her grandparents aren't awake and freaking out. But no. One look back and she sees not
HopeHoping is something we can all do,Hope1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even if you feel like you've faded to the blue,
Because you are beautiful,
No matter what they say.
Even if you feel like you've faded to the gray.
So find that Pink!
Get it past their thick heads,
That you are beautiful and you know it,
And no matter what, you'll always hope.
VowsHere,Vows3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
before the altar,
What joys now lie within my grasp -
but oh what fears
that even now
it could all slip away.
For what vow can I make,
what words can I say?
Nothing is enough.
Only this little handful of love,
a paper boat
that capsizes with every wind.
There will be days
when my trust in you
will be smothered by my useless fears,
when I will have affairs
with worries and doubts
instead of hiding myself
in your strong arms.
I am not good enugh for this -
my days are doomed
and broken vows
will litter my paths
because I am too weak
to hold your hand.
before the altar,
your love does not,
and you reach out to me,
and hold me where I can't hold you.
Not my vow counts,
but yours alone
sealed with blood -
your grace is enough.
"I have loved you with an everlasting love;
Therefore with lovingkindness I have drawn you."
I will greatly rejoice in the LORD,
My soul shall be joyful in my God;
For He has clothed me
listen:1.listen:1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
People will let you down.
You’ll love them, anyways.
Don’t let anyone romanticize
It won’t be beautiful
when somebody breaks your heart
the first time
or the second
or the eighteenth.
Pain is not beautiful.
Maybe on paper
but not inside of you
not in numbers.
A million people
but you’re still here,
and that's important.
You're doing something
My father told me
“Be selfish –
if you don’t take care of you
I liked to think
that this is the reason
he ignored me
I don’t have good advice
on this one.
Because the people who let you down,
are the ones promised to save you.
Are the ones promised to love you
and protect you
and I’ll tell you,
nothing quite hurts
like waking up in the morning
to the police in your doorway.
Nothing quite hurts
like being eleven
and hearing a cop say
“Poor girl had to live wi
You'll Never DieHear me read it!You'll Never Die1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They say that if a writer falls in love with you then you never really die.
Instead your body is laid out in its funerial shrouds and moulds are made. Soft impressions of you to be pressed onto the blank faces of future loves.
Every time I write of taking comfort in a safe place in a storm, it will be your forearm. Every half-made smile will be on your lips, and every touch will be constructed from the residue beneath your fingernails.
When I metaphise of trees' blood, the leaves that give the energy so that a willow can provide shade for those in need, it will be your blood, it will be your light drenched kisses.
Every tear on every face will taste of the sweat that you put into keeping me happy. Every soaring song of love will be played through your windpipe, your trachea my instrument of choice.
For every time that a hero has the strength to walk on, I will use your feet. I will weld them to my own and walk a mile. Wal
What is Love?Love isn’t a one night stand.What is Love?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love is forever.
Love isn’t abusive.
Love is protection.
Love isn’t betrayal.
Love is loyal.
Love isn’t jealous.
Love is trusting.
Love isn’t quick.
Love is growing steadily.
Love isn’t careless.
Love is careful.
Love isn’t without purpose.
Love is meaningful.
Love isn’t dead.
Love is alive.
Love isn’t hopeless.
Love is hopeful.
Love is love.
Firebird The radio was the last thing Gwen packed.Firebird1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was an afterthought, an act of impulse. She’d been in the pantry, raiding every scrap of non-perishable food she could get her hands on. She shoved granola bars and bags of pretzels into the folds of the clothing that was already taking up the majority of the space in her beat-up purple backpack. She’d had the backpack since she started Kindergarten. Joel had never cared enough to buy her a new one.
When her bag was bursting at the seams, Gwen jerked the zipper closed, using her knee and the side of the washing machine as a makeshift clamp to hold the bag shut. Just as she tugged the zipper into place, though, a blush of pink caught her eye from behind the dryer. She set the bag down quietly on the stained linoleum and tried to get a better look at the object. It was small, pink, and probably plastic, but tha
Opposable Positions.Opposable Positions.Opposable Positions.1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Good girls are really bad girls that never got caught
Kings and queens are insecure people that hide behind their forts.
Survivors are cowards that run away when they could’ve fought.
Celebrities are strategists and opportunists that utilise their thoughts
Teachers are failures who couldn’t make use of the lessons life taught.
It would seem then you are either one way or the other.
There is fine undefined line between enemies and lovers.
So pick and choose wisely when deciding what side you are on.
Because you can never know the person you one day might become.
Jesus death was not a sacrificeJesus death was not a sacrifice.Jesus death was not a sacrifice2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
That's what some people say nowadays to invalidate Jesus death.
God is a God of order. He reigns with righteousness (Psalm 5:8, Isaiah 33:5) and He has a law (John 14:15, Psalm 119:33-35).
When a human law is broken there is a "payment" to make, either by going to jail, doing community service etc. When God's law is broken there's also a "payment" to make. It is the just thing to do.
'...sin is the transgression of the law' (1 John 3:4) and 'the wages of sin is death' (Romans 6:23). When Adam and Eve broke God's Holy Law (Romans 7:12), they sinned, condemning themselves and their generations to die.
Couldn't God make it so they wouldn't have to die? Why are the wages of sin death?
The problem here is not God. The problem is sin. When they sinned they stopped being perfect1 and imperfect people can't have perfect babies, that's why we all have (inherit2) sinful natures.
Perfect + sinless = ete