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.
'IB' - Chapter Five'IB' - Chapter Five2 years ago in Horror More Like This
As Dib stood outside of his home, he couldn't help the overwhelming loneliness that washed over him. After the neighbours reaction, he highly doubted anyone would take him seriously. Not like they had taken him seriously before anyway.
On top of the extreme aloneness, the boy was feeling a massive amount of paranoia. His house had proven to be just as dangerous a place to be now, and after seeing how easily and quickly Zim could infiltrate it, he realized he would never feel at peace inside of it. He would always be looking around himself, checking to make sure he was truly alone.
Dib took only small, slow steps towards the house now, his eyes flicking everywhere as he scanned for any threats. He was quite jumpy now though, so when a small leaf flew by him he jumped backwards a step and let out a high pitched scream. He began to breathe rapidly until realizing it was just a leaf before taking a deep breath and staring forward again, his eyes continuing to scan his environm
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. 12 years 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
SAO: Watashi no Daijina GenjitsuSAO: Watashi no Daijina Genjitsu2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Merry Christmas everyone! My present to you, a KiritoxAsuna Xmas-infused oneshot.... hope you enjoy! Have a great day with family and loved ones!
Screeeek…… screeeeek…… screeeek……
The metallic groan of the swing Asuna sat upon sliced the sleepy winter air with an aesthetic, overwrought whine, strangling the late night silence in a gorgeously crisp, decapitatingly sweet way. Sitting alone in the park, completely isolated from society, chewing on both delectable and tough thoughts in a place supposed to be reserved only for those with young hearts of adventure— those who came to this park to actually legitimately utilize it for purposes of play and make-believe, for creating a world of rich fantasy colors and daringly innocent conquests that take on far more phantasmal gravity then they realistically do, or maybe even futuristically ever would. The tips of Asuna's boots scraped away at the ground's chilled physiognomy, stray bits of dirt chaffing away like the dead skin fro
Monster: A Minecraft Story The lonely enderman made his way down the road, down the hills, away from the water and the hate. Out-casted, despised, feared, he traveled on alone and alone.Monster: A Minecraft Story3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He could not stop the thoughts that poured into his misshapen head-- thoughts of his wrongdoings and the hatred they felt for him. They, they, the other endermen. They hated him for what he did, they out-casted him for his crimes.
="Befriend a human?"
"Love a human?"
"Are you so daft, so silly, so misinformed?"=
And what could he do but sit and accept the accusations?
="We do not do such silly things!"
"Compromised the mission."
And what was this mission now? What drove them so fervently to destroy the natural world and reform it in silly ways? Why was he so compelled to build when it gave him no satisfaction, no affection? Why could he not love? Why was this so wrong?
But he could not deny the charges.
These Words Aren't PrettyThese Words Aren't Pretty:These Words Aren't Pretty2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My verses are ugly and I admit to the fact
I can't use pretty language when I'm working with rap
Because the things that I write, are just the things that I feel
I ain't an Edgar Allan Poe or a Danielle Steel
And I'll be honest with you, I've got an envy inside
Because some poets got a flow that's as smooth as the tide
I read some stuff that they write, it's just so dope I ignite
Burning shame and my anger at the beautiful sight
And like birds of a feather, they're flocking together
These poets are the Gods and I'm nailed by the weather
But as the rain pours down, lightning resound;
I try to write pretty words but my lips remain bound
So deeply silenced by fear - the darkness I hear,
Afraid to be unloved by the ones I hold dear
I've hit the limit of time; my lyrical crime
These words that I've lived are just turning to grime.
So I wish I had their talent; just a sliver of that
If their skill was a mountain then I've broken my back
It's like t
Think about lifeThink about life3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Think about how the beauty of life???
How in the life of the tragedy and how the wounds .... As the joy that grief divide us part ....
When judging the pot and lose a loved one dies the world and left without saying good bye ... no .. not even the memories of it goes consolation ...
Forever like the imagination and we can not imagine again ...
What to do ...??
Do you cry ...??
Do you complain about ...??
The complaint about what we tell ...??
I see a lot of grief when people submit tears on the cheek and removes the smile from the world ... and as if the grief of his life will bring ...
Many of the people Death himself and his life stands for the paradox of a loved one ...
Why do not we see this world in a positive ... why do not judge before he understands the mind of conscience ....
Why not make the sadness in your part does not mention?? To shed a tear ..... what make us laugh .. entertains us and makes us laugh ...
Let us always remember that this world is not our end ... to rememb
Hardwork v.s. TalentHardwork v.s. Talent:Hardwork v.s. Talent3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
In this world, hard work is everything. As ridiculous as it may sound, it is indeed a fact that cannot be ignored. Whilst the existence of geniuses or natural prodigies cannot be discounted as a mere anomaly of fate, it is also incorrect for us to believe that we cannot surpass them in our own way. The fact that some people appear to be more skilled at a particular task is simply the illusion of 'best fit'.
If a hundred people were asked to write poetry, some would be good and some would be bad. If the same hundred were asked to play sports, some would be good and some would be bad. Even if we take into account the fact that some individuals are 'well-rounded', even they will have an eventual weakness.
The problem then stems from one's ability to convert talent into something marketable as a job. For example, a talent in riding a unicycle can allow one to be an entertainer, but a talent in being able to find the best way to grope a person, is likely to get
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!
Nekotalia!AmericaXReaderNekotalia!AmericaXReader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Your alarm clock woke you with a start, startling you from your sleep. You hit the stop button with a smack and pulled the blankets off you, causing your still sleeping cat to be flung off the bed and giving it a jolt to reality. He emitted a yowl as he ran under a desk, hiding from the supposed danger. You looked in his direction and felt bad for him.
"I'm sorry, Alfred, I didn't mean to scare you. Come on out, nothing's here to scare you." You got off your bed and went over to your cat, picked him up gently, and placed him on the bed once more. You pat him on his head and left the room to get some food for you and your cat.
Your cat, Alfred, was a fat one, though very fluffy. He was mostly white, with the exception of poofy, brown, collar-like fur around his neck. Freckles lined his face, making it seem he has glasses. His meow was very odd, kind of like a laugh, but still not quite. Al ate almost anything, making him seem like your own personal vacuum cleaner, however he wouldn't ea
Love Me Forever (Marie x Toilet)Love Me Forever (Marie x Toilet)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Love Me Forever. (a Marie x the toilet)
"Brr, It's cold out!" Marie thought as she sivered in the winter morning mist. She was waiting at the outdoor cafe for her fiancee-soon-to-be-husband the toilet.
"I was a little stupid to come early," she said to herself smiling. "he's always exatcly on time."
As she was admiring the shining silver ring on her hand, she heard the sound of clanking porcelin behind her.
"Toilet!" she smiled and ran over to greet him.
The toilet gurgled.
Marie gave it a quick kiss on it's tank lid. "tsk tsk, 30 seconds late." She teased.
The toilet gurgled.
She gave it another kiss.
"So, let's go inside shall we?" she smiled and led the toilet into the warm cafe.
Once inside the cafe, they chose a table to sit at, and looked at the menu deciding what they wanted.
"The peppermint tea sounds nice..." she thought aloud. "What will you be having?" she looked to the toilet.
The toilet gurgled.
"Sounds good, would you like to split the strawberry crepes with
:Forbidden- AJxCain [Part 1]::Forbidden- AJxCain [Part 1]:2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
AJ and Cain [Part 1]
An idiot! That's all he is.
AJ grimaced to himself, pulling his hood over his head to keep the icy wind from stinging his pale skin and checked his phone.
He didn't even apologize! What the hell is wrong with him? Kissing me and then saying he didn't mean it. That makes absolutely no sense!
The blue-haired teen walked along the sidewalk, turning and ducking into the music store Gage always went to, to escape the crisp air. His eyes perused the room, it consisting of many rows and tables of soundtracks, DVD's, and even some vinyl records. The walls were heavily adorned in posters of famous rock bands like Three Days Grace, Papa Roach, Seether, etc… and AJ loved it. A store never spoke to him like this one did. He wandered to the back of the room, examining the CDs in awe before a voice spoke to him, making him jump.
"Let me know if you need help finding anything," It said, carelessly, the voice low and gruff. Familiar.
survey - Sam and Spikesurvey - Sam and Spike4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Part One: The Violent/Sadistic/Angry Side
1. Does your character have temper problems?
Sam: uhm... I can get pretty angry sometimes, but I don't think I have temper problems? Right Spike?
Spike: You broke my jaw.
Author: your turn, Spike.
Spike: I tend to get easily pissed off, yeah.
2. Has your character ever beat someone to the pulp?
Sam: *cough* once..
Spike: yeah, I have, a few times..
3. Does your character get angry over stupid situations?
Sam: no, I mostly have a fair reason for getting angry.
Spike: Me? dunno.
4. Have they ever destroyed/killed something out of blind rage?
Sam: no. Or I hit Spike out of blind rage but I didn't de-... oh, righ, I destroyed his jaw...
5. Does he or she often get into fights?
Sam: I got in a fight with Spike's bully once. I couldn't stand seeing someone so dear to me being hurt, so I, well, beat him up..
Spike: I get into fights all the time. Hardly me who starts it, though.
6. Is your character violent to
Embrace the StarsStand in the warm glowEmbrace the Stars2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That rains so lightly upon
The cold, glittering snow
Before that star is gone
Shelter from the cold night
Until the brilliant dawn
The return of the soothing light
Of which we've grown so fond
Too often, the more distant stars
Go, in our ignorance, forgotten
They're away from us, so very far
But from them, are our lives begotten
The Music of the Spheres
Is audible to attentive ears
Listen to that magnificent symphony
That of the vast, dark eternity
Burning Orb of Luminescent Glory
Eclipse the whole of the human story
Lashing out with tongues of fire
Trivialize all human passion and desire
Stars are within us
As we are but a small part
Of the Forever All;
The Wonderful Universe
GermanyXReader- Hidden FeelingsYou watched Germany as he put his stuff up from the meeting. You got up and walked toward the door.GermanyXReader- Hidden Feelings2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey ____. Are you busy today?" You stiffened when you heard Germany's voice. You looked at him.
"Ah... Y-Yea. I have things to do."
"I see... How about tomorrow?" he asked.
"Maybe... We'll see..." You said as you left. You heard him sigh behind you.
I wish these feeling would go away. I want to hang out with him but... I cant...
You put your hands in your pockets. You had developed feelings for the strict German, but you were pretty sure he didn't feel the same. You stopped hanging out with him in hopes that these feelings would disappear, but it seemed that they only grew stronger. You shook your head.
I just need more time... These feelings will fade soon enough.
A few days have passed. You were sitting at your house, drinking (favorite drink). You sighed looking at your cluttered table. You were in the middle of some paperwork and you weren't getting much done. You mind was to oc
IndistinctYou have not a voice, so that you can whisper.Indistinct2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then how will you your secret tell?
When you say nothing.
Because you cannot.
You have not color, for the daylight to see.
So how may I know of your secret, do tell me?
When there is now nothing to look upon.
Because the light won't let me.
You have not kindness in your inherited temper.
So how can you give away so much?
When all you have is love.
You are of so many riddles.
Who, you cannot manifest,
Though I know, you biggest riddle is empathy.
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.
The Demon and the Magician: Part 9The Demon and the MagicianThe Demon and the Magician: Part 92 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Part IX: Stories in the Rain
“The nightmares are unrelenting,” Miyako says softly, placing a warm hand over my forehead. My body, drenched in a cold sweat, lies shivering on the old red couch. “Your mind has lost something.”
“I know,” I say, struggling upwards as I look down at my pale torso. “I don’t know what it is, however.”
“Meditation can help.”
“Not with what I’ve lost,” I answer softly. My hands tremble slightly as I close my eyes: a bright flash, a searing heat, a tremendous force—I can feel it now. This is the fourth night in a row, and my lack of sleep and tremendous fits have kept me from leaving this small apartment.
“Here’s the tea, Miyako,” Clyde says as he carries in a small porcelain cup, the steam rising slowly from the rim. “I added some ginseng.”
“Thank you dear,” she says as I reach up an
Misty X Marlton-Slowly Crawling Part 1 Misty X MarltonMisty X Marlton-Slowly Crawling Part 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Hey Marlton! Do you like anything besides zombies crawling up on you reeaally slow-like?” Abigail, a farm girl who preferred being called Misty, said as she shot the last zombie that was crawling towards Marlton. Marlton had got what she had said, and he blushed.
“Duhurrrgnahhiuroj,” Was all Marlton could say. He really wished he didn’t know what Misty was hinting at. Misty giggled and walked away. Marlton walked in the other direction to repair the barriers in the diner that the zombies from the round that Misty had just finished had demolished. Of course, it was only round 5, but the group had a bit of an ammunition problem somewhere along the line until Samuel, Stupinger, as Misty liked to call him, accidentally pushed a zombie into the spinning blades of a turbine, cutting th