What You Learn From The Stars1. The stars are the greatest liars to ever exist.What You Learn From The Stars1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
2. They will always remind you of him.
3. Your obsession starts when your cousin gets a telescope. He wants to be an astronaut. He shows you Orion. The two of you sit in the long summer grass with your necks tilted back and he tells you about flight and velocity, but all you know is gravity. The way it drags your limbs low. You listen and stare over the treeline and wonder why people are always trying to explain things instead of just letting them exist.
4. You buy a box of glow-in-the-dark star stickers. There are sheets, and there are thousands. You use an encyclopedia to look up star maps and painstakingly recreate the winter night sky in the northern hemisphere. Your fingers bleed from the pointy corners sticking under your nails but on stormy nights at least you still have the stars.
5. You learn about horoscopes, try to find your zodiac so you can know your f
Cow of the Wild - Chapter 2CHAPTER 2 I DARE YOUCow of the Wild - Chapter 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I think I'm going to claw my own eyes out, I'm so bored," Alari complained.
Midnight looked over from where she was leaping up at the ceiling of the den, snapping at roots and trying to pull them down.
"You should try this, Alari. It's kind of fun," she invited her friend.
Alari padded over and watched Midnight leap for the root again, her jaws snapping shut on air, her body falling back to the ground. Alari was highly unimpressed with this game, but gave it a try anyway.
Leaning low to the ground and bunching her muscles, then rocketing up at the root. When her face reached the ceiling she quickly snapped at the root, her teeth closing over it easily. Midnight laughed as she hung there by her teeth for a moment and then flopped to the ground when the root broke. The ceiling showered them all with a layer of light red dust. Midnight and Alari both doubled over in laughter while Bone paced nervously.
Helicase Helio and I were always sitting on the stairs, chatting about the lamina and occasionally making snide remarks about ribosomes. There wasn't much for us to do. Our job was to simply be, and let the RNA polymerase scribble down the letters on our foreheads when they came around every once in a while. Helio was a G, I was a C. It wasn't exactly fulfilling, I suppose. There wasn't much to be filled. So to pass the time, we talked.Helicase2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You ever wonder?" Helio asked.
"About...well...what's out there." Helio and I were rooted to the stairs, quite happily, but it was awkward to move in. He kind of twisted in the general direction of the closest pore. "Out in the cytoplasm."
"I haven't," I admitted. "What's there to wonder about?"
"That's exactly the thing. I have no idea." Helio sighed, gazing into the distance. "Somehow it feels like we pl
The Black Parade (Homestuck version): The EndCHAPTER ONE: THE ENDThe Black Parade (Homestuck version): The End1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
HOSPITAL ROOM B612. NOW.
This was the message Karkat Vantas, age 17, sent to all his acquaintances at precisely 7 o'clock. His palms sweated as he patiently waited for any replies. The hospital room, in which he was assigned, was mostly white; white bed and bed sheets, white walls, white tiled floors. He was even wearing a white hospital gown, which made his already pale skin look paler and contrasted with his jet black hair. His eyes were naturally a bright shade of red, though most people accuse him of wearing colored contacts, and were underlined with dark skin caused from his insomnia. A necklace, the zodiac sign for Cancer, hung around his neck, glittering in the pale light of the room. He fumbled around with a small porcelain crab his father gave him before he had been murdered, fearing for the near future. On this fateful Saturday, he had to tell his friends, no matter how heart-crushing or how ironic it was: he had cancer.
The first to arrive, more like spr
a quoi ca sert l'amourShe remembered that night better than he did. The way he was dressed, how he talked, what he ate, where he was stayingthe ring on his finger, fresh from January, and it shined under the dim light, her warning sign to stay away; a warning sign she took seriously and knew well. She kept the thought vigilant in her mind with every fidgeted rub to her own naked ringfinger under the table, the ghost of the engagement then and the marriage that never was. Her boyfriend beside her should've been reason enough to resist the obvious magnetism and subsequent temptation, but she found herself captivated by this man of her French homeland, who listened to every word she said with a rapt attention her boyfriend would never match. He kept conversation going. He asked questions and listened to her babbling answers. He made her feel special in a way that the Hollywood gift baskets and showering of flashing lights and Al Pacino and Entertainment Tonight couldn't replicate. He was real. He made hea quoi ca sert l'amour2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
How the Fairytale EndsI remember lying in the dark the night after we killed the troll. My bandaged side hurt like hell, and I thought maybe the arrow the monster had used had been poisoned. I shivered at the thought and pulled my cloak farther up to my chin. This left my feet, bare, of course, so I sighed heavily as I tried to bend down and cover them again. I had barely moved before he was there, pushing me back down gently and settling his own cloak over me.How the Fairytale Ends3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Idiot," I heard him mutter.
I fell asleep with a grin on my weary face.
That I can remember clearly, though it seems so long ago now.
This journey of the king's faithful young knight and a starry-eyed tomboy started months even before then, in the days when we were still infected with those twin diseases, stupidity and recklessness. Others called it youth and bravery. I've discovered there's very little difference, really.
Either way, here we are now, on the cusp of victory. Soon, our trial will be over. It's what he always wanted.
I glance to my si
Our ScarsScars fade, but never disappear completely. However, that's not necessarily a bad thing. Scars remind you of the battles you've fought, the trials you've faced and overcome. They show the world that you're human. You've struggled through life just as everyone else has at one point or another. You came out of the battle, not unscathed, but alive. You won the fight. If you hadn't, you'd still be bleeding. But you're not. You're wounds have healed and all that remains are little scars. But these scars aren't ugly. They're beautiful in their own way. They show your weaknesses that have or soon will become your strengths. Sure, they do stilll hurt somethimes, but that just proves that your wounds are slowly, but surely healing. The pain will lessen, it just takes time. Be patient.Our Scars2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
One day, perhaps you'll see yourself
Chemistry [Dave x Reader]His hands held the slightest tremor as his fingers tangled into her hair, holding still as he brushed his lips against hers experimentally. His heart was throbbing painfully in his chest as he gauged her reaction to his advances.Chemistry [Dave x Reader]1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her lips were parted slightly as she gasped for air, a red hue illuminating her face. He searched her shocked eyes for some response before placing his lips onto hers more firmly than the first time. From the safety of his shades he could watch her (color) eyes widen before slowly fluttering shut. Their bodies were pressed so close he could feel the nervous tremors shaking her when she finally kissed him back.
She pressed her lips against his with the faintest of pressure but it was all he needed. She kissed back. She didn’t shove him away or tell him to stop so she must feel the same, right? His heart froze at the thought. What if she didn’t really like him?
He clenched his eyes shut trying to shake the nerves away. He tightened his grip and gentl
Boylan BooksI first see Neal across the open sparkle mall floor, paused in serious contemplation thought speaking solely to self, whispers not for ears or voices only thoughts, shining thoughts, open thoughts thinking marvelous wonders of books and dust and corporate-but-not bookstores. His hair is green not really but blue and green pirate green, red bandanna is he a pirate? asks the little girl with pigtails and chocolate snot embarrassed mother shoo be nice that's rude tugging hand with look of so sorry, she's five, not smart enough yet, please forgive and Neal with open half-grin smiling not really there but almost, not speaking but almost, not accepting or forgiving or out-loud speaking but just shelving, shelving, shelving.Boylan Books2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And when I stretch across open sparkle-sparkle tile mall floor (checked with gum and scuffed tile and not-allowed skateboards) Neal looks up, somewhat barely, face open innocent quiet not-there. I ask applications? Are you hiring? because I need a job but
You Can Say That Again*Flash fiction Island styleYou Can Say That Again3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Jesus saves! I cast you out in the name of Jesus! So screams the preacher man slamming his palm against foreheads to drive out demons. Not more than a few feet away from the pulpit, an eighteen year-old member of his congregation claps her hands and shouts hallelujah!
Jesus' name is again invoked a few days later as they lay sweating and groaning in the back seat of a rented car.
-See me and come live with me is two different ting
The girl is pretty in an unrefined way, brash and loud and totally unselfconscious.
Baby powder coats her neck, chest and back, visible in her low cut top.
Her rival, five years her senior, cuts her eye in contempt. 'Country booboo,' she thinks. 'She look like fish ready to fry. Plus she skin ashy and she look like she doan know how to use hot-comb.'
Despite her belief in her superiority, her man doesn't come back.
-Puss and dog no have d
Sherlock chickensWhy did the chicken cross the road?Sherlock chickens2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
John: Chickens don't cross roads. In real life, chickens don't cross roads.
Moriarty: That's what chickens DO!
Sally Donovan: It's not paid or anything. It must get off on it.
Lestrade: And exactly how many times DID it cross the road?
Anderson: Now, look. Whatever that chicken is implying-
Sherlock: That's not a chicken, Anderson, it's a thoroughbred domesticated duck. Do your research!
England X Reader: Poor Unfortunate Souls Ch. 2England X Reader: Poor Unfortunate Souls Ch. 21 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You're Arthur Kirkland?" You murmered, not sure what else to say.
The man released his grip around you, took off his hat, and held it across his chest. He then followed it by bowing slightly.
"The one and only." He said looking up to you and flashing a toothy grin. "I heard you were having troubles."
At that moment, you were sure that this was all just a hallucination. You had just dreamed about the mint colored bunny, the dark forest, and the man that stould infront of you now. In fact, you were probably still under your tree, having fallen asleep under its cozy shaded resting spot. You were dead set that's what had happened.
You shut your eyes as hard as you could, and kept them like that for a moment or two. When you thought it'd be enough to wake you up, you popped them open again. But instead of seeing the bright blue sky with puffy, white, mis-shapen clouds, you saw the scruffy young lad looking at you with his head tipped to the left. You tried closing them even harder, even pi
.:Please Get Tested For NDRS~ NarutoXReader:..:Please Get Tested For NDRS~ NarutoXReader:.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One randomly sunny day in you were taking a break from training and decided to do one of your usual 'click everything I see to see if I get arrested' . thingies. Well you happened to stumble upon one of those 'self diagnosis sights called 'Urban Dictionary', see it has big words in it so everything in it must be true!
You eyes widened when you read one of the newer entries.
"oh my corn-dog! Everyone in Konaha has this I have to warn lady Tsuade!"so you hopped of on your mission to rid the world of this horrid disuse.
"*sigh* [y/n] although I agree almost everyone on this anime has this 'disuse' I don't really think it's 'deadly'" you shook your head and pointed to the list of people who had already been killed by the epidemic.
"not true Hinata was almost killed by it TWICE!" Lady Tsunade rubbed her temples and just told you to get out of her sight of you would be cleaning her pigs litter box for the re
England X Reader: When You're With Me CH 5England X Reader: When You're With Me CH 52 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When you woke up the next morning, bright sunlight filtered through the windows and lit up the room, making it hard for you to see without squinting and covering your eyes with your hand. Based on how much light was able to enter the room, you figured that it was well into the morning.
As soon as the blurriness left your gaze and your eyes had adjusted to the sunlight, you craned your neck so that you were able to examine the bedroom. You blinked in confusion when you noticed how different this place looked from where you usually slept. Since when did we put a TV in the bedroom? you thought as you continued to drift your gaze to almost every part of the room.
You lowered your head so that it was rested comfortably on your pillow and drifted your gaze to the side so that it was able to meet England, who was sleeping with his arms wrapped comfortably around you.
Oh…Suddenly, all of the memories from the previous day surged through your head like a gigantic wave. You had fin
EnglandxReader: Orphan Ch 18EnglandxReader: Orphan Ch 182 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It felt strange talking to Sophie while the meeting was in progress. Since there were no benches for the both of you to sit on like there were at the meeting in America, the two of you went outside to the beautiful garden located in the back of the building. It was about four times bigger than England's garden and had almost every kind of flower you could've imagined. You figured that a wonderful place like this would've been perfect for you to get the chance to have a conversation with Sophie.
Before, you were able to talk to her freely, and share with her all of your feelings. Now, it felt like you were talking to a totally different person. The tiny, frail girl who wanted nothing more than a home and good food seemed to be living in total luxury now. The shy, quiet girl was now loud, a little too outgoing, and very energetic and hyper. You wondered if Sophie was able to even notice how much she'd changed. You wanted to ask her, but felt that it was too early. You would've talked to
England X Reader: When You're With Me CH 14England X Reader: When You're With Me CH 142 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The drive to the hospital took a relatively short amount of time, but to you it felt like hours and hours.
You let out a shaky sigh as you pressed your forehead against the somewhat cold window, your face slightly twisted in pain. The contractions were coming pretty often now, and they lasted for a little less than a minute although they felt like forever to you. You were able to feel a nagging, fierce pressure in your lower back, and it was starting to become unbearable for you. Not only were you exhausted from your relatively small amount of sleep, but you were also in pain and your body was trembling in anxiety. You just wanted this to be over.
"How are you feeling, love?" England asked you as he kept his eyes fixed on the road in front of him, and you were able to notice the nervousness in his voice.
"What do you think?" you hissed angrily as you clenched your fists when another contraction took over you. You hated this. You just wanted to be out of it, to be rid of all this pain.
America X Reader: Memory Loss CH 11America X Reader: Memory Loss CH 112 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You woke up with a rather heavy heart the next morning, your thoughts from the previous night sticking to you like glue. You had eventually broken down into silent tears after you thought too deeply of the situation, and you had ended up crying yourself to sleep. How silly were you to think that your days of crying over America's memory loss were done. You had known his old self for too long of a time for you to think you can just brush it all off and move on with the present.
That wasn't how things worked for you.
However, instead of sitting around and sulking like you would've liked, you knew that you had no time to just waste the whole day doing nothing. Now that America was living in your house, you were with the responsibility of taking care of him, and one of the most important responsibilities was to teach him how to handle living on his own and taking care of himself.
Throughout the rest of that month, you had been able to teach America how to work around the house. He sometime
Food For ThoughtFood For ThoughtFood For Thought1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
Remember, a three legged dog still has three good legs to lose.
EnglandxReader: Orphan Ch 7EnglandxReader: Orphan Ch 72 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You were still reading your book when you head the front door unlock and open. Marking the sentence you were on, you lifted your head and found England standing in the doorway, examining the living room carefully.
"Hello, Mr. Kirkland," you said. "Don't worry, I didn't trash the house."
After a few seconds, England nodded as he set down his briefcase and took off his suit. You were able to notice exhaustion in his eyes, and figured that the conference had been long and hard. As you watched him, you suddenly remembered your question.
"Hey, Mr. Kirkland," you started slowly as he placed his suit on the couch, "why were all of your books on the American Revolution stored in a dusty room in the library?"
It took a few seconds for England to register the words that came out of your question. Once they did, he felt a boulder drop in his stomach as his whole body went stiff in shock. "W-What ?" he asked as he slowly stood upright, distress quickly filling his eyes.
Unaware to his apparen
EnglandxReader: Orphan Ch 5EnglandxReader: Orphan Ch 52 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You ended up being sick for five days. Five days that you woke up with a stuffy nose and a burning throat, five days that England had to feed you, five days that you were bedridden. You actually attempted to walk on your third day of being sick, too tired of staying in bed, but your head spun and your foot hurt so much that you fell over within taking the first two steps. You had to call England to help you get up, and you ended up getting scolded for attempting to get out of bed when you were so sick.
However, on the fifth day when you woke up that morning, your nose wasn't stuffy, your throat wasn't burning, and your head wasn't throbbing. When you realized that you were no longer sick, you decided to do your foot exercises.
At first, you sat on the edge of your bed and attempted to move your sprained foot to the left, right, and in a circular motion. For the first few days, it hurt whenever you moved your foot even the slightest bit and you had to take constant breaks before you wer
Magician!USUKxDetective!Reader: Phantom Dance IVMagician!USUKxDetective!Reader: Phantom Dance IV2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Tonight was the night the magician was said to appear again.
Of 'course that's because after you had found the card,you had showed it to the Inspector along with the fake gemstone.
It was no wonder that a flock of bystanders were crowding in front of the building where the gemstone would be displayed for the public and for the thief to take.
The people outside were either the police or Arsene Kirkland's supporters. Apparently,thieves that perform magic tricks for spectators and steal valuable artifacts are well-liked by the common people and think nothing of their crimes.
The police,however,think otherwise. They couldn't despise the Phantom thief much more that they could those rioting and screaming fans of his.
After all,the police nor anyone for that matter of fact,had never even come close to capturing him for all he did to those poor fellows was give them the wild goose chase and a headache. Him and his accomplice. The terrible duo,as one would call them in the police departments.
Magician!USUKxDetective!Reader: Phantom Dance IIMagician!USUKxDetective!Reader: Phantom Dance II2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Even in school,it seems a gaggle of boys and girls alike who were like your admirers (fans),swarmed around you. They asked questions like "What was Arsene like?","Was he just as good-looking as he is on TV?". Stuff like that. You eased yourself into your chair with a sigh. You turned your head to the student next to you was reading the local newspaper. You groaned when you saw your face next to some snazzy article about saving the police's ass (again) when it came to that white phantom thief.
"...why are you reading the newspaper of all things and where's Alfred?",you asked tiredly.
The person next to you lowered what he was reading and perked a fuzzy eyebrow at you,"What? I can't read about your exploit with Arsene Kirkland now? Whatever happened to (name),high school detective and police arse saviour's pride? Al's in the track field outside."
You faked a grin and waved your hand in the air,"That's my name,don't wear it out. For a guy who shares
Italy x Reader- The War was in ColorItaly x Reader- The War was in Color1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I see you've found a box of my things -
Infantries, tanks and smoldering airplane wings.
These old pictures are cool. Tell me some stories
Was it like the old war movies?
Sit down son. Let me fill you in
Where to begin? Let's start with the end
This black and white photo don't capture the skin
From the flash of a gun to a soldier who's done
Trust me grandson
The war was in color
The room you resided in muttered not a word as you lay on the carpeted floor, your arms and legs sprawled out across the surface under you. Shifting your head so you were looking at the pile of half filled boxes of antiques, old crafts you had made when you were smaller, and other precious memories you didn't quite care to remember, you sighed. Just the thought of all the things you had organized and went through made your brain hurt.
You just couldn't get the thought of moving away through your head.
Ever since you were told that your mother and you had to move away to a differ