Smokey GrinSmokey Grin2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You see that guy three seats down? Yeah, that guy. The one with the beanie. Never a good sign, beanies. Look at him, sitting there, head in his hands, cigarette wasting away unsmoked. Christ.
He's the sorta guy I don't like. It's -his- fault, indirectly, that people think of gloomy melancholy whenever they think of smoke-filled bars. They think of drinking away your sorrows and trying to forget the past. What the hell would even be the -point- of having bars if they were just full of gloomy introverts smoking and drinking? No, people like that guy who come here to drink, smoke and be introspective are the minority. Most of us are, you know, sensible people, here for sensible reasons.
I come here to people-watch.
It's a habit I picked up last year, and since then I've analyzed dozens of people over the rim of a shot glass, and found most of them wanting. Bikers, for example, and their white-trash hangers on frequent the corners, ordering some too many pints, looking down on other liquor
NaruSaku: Fun in the Snow"Stupid!"NaruSaku: Fun in the Snow5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"We don't want to play with a freak with no parents!"
One boy picked up a stone and hurled it at a boy with blonde, spiky hair. Fortunately for him, the missile just missed him by a few centimeters. One tall boy strode forward towards him and pushed him roughly into the snow.
"Weakling do not deserve to play with us!" the tall boy laughed as he and his friends walked away from the boy. Uzumaki Naruto, the name of the boy and nine year old slowly stood up, trying not to let any tears of humiliation flowing down from his cheeks. Snow began to descend when all this was going on.
Naruto, as much dignity as he could, drove his hands deeply into his pockets and walked to the opposite direction; his favorite place in the forest. As he continued to walked to his spot; he could think nothing but resentment towards his other classmates and at the villagers of Konoha. Every time he walked to the Academy every morning, he was given hostile glares at everyone he met. All
Variety Pack: NaruSakuA story that was made back in 2004. It is NOT mine, just something I'd thought I'd share with you guys here on DeviantART! The original Author is AngelOfDeath, she only posted this on a site called Blissful Ignorance.Variety Pack: NaruSaku5 years ago in Teen More Like This
SUMMARY:"Naruto," Sakura drew out his name at the vowels in a threatening manner. "If you don't get it, then I'll very well show you what kind of 'sorry' I am!"
WARNING: Rated M! This story contains a LEMON! Read if you'd like!! But it's very good, you should!!
DISCLAIMER: Don't own the Plot, NARUTO, nor the Author.
VARIETY PACK: NARUSAKU by AngelOfDeath.
"Naruto, I love you."
The sheet draped around her hips was all that covered her, his sheet, and Sakura lay on her belly with her face cradled in hands supported by elbows in the mattress. Naruto, who had been pulling on his pants, paused. She watched his back straighten and his muscles move under the skin. If there was a way to describe him it would be 'powerfully
The old man's taleThe old man's tale3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You really wouldn't mind listening to the ramblings of an old man, would you? Of course not.
You wouldn't take the time to relish the past. You're too busy with the future, your personal,
and all the details of that, worrying about those little taints on your past.
But still, listen please, to my story, for I've never a family, and any stranger would be like
family to me. Please hear to an old man's tale.
There was once a boy who fell for a girl. They were young, merely children, but he loved her
far greater than the elders now, and how he was so wise. He loved her with all his heart, and she
loved him back. They fell acquaintances, then friends, then they were together, a silent
understanding between them.
But people couldn't see why he fell for her, and why she him. After all, he was a flower, budding
with a small stem just sprouting from the ground. She, however, was filled
A Narusaku ChristmasA Narusaku ChristmasA Narusaku Christmas7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Naruto had spend a lot of Christmas's alone, mostly due to no family and no friends. Jiraiya said that he was coming over for Christmas this year, but he's dead now. Killed in battle, he recieved the news only about a day ago. He couldn't believe he was gone. Even though he said he was going to stay for just a few minutes, that meant to Naruto a whole lot for just those few minutes, it was the most he had ever gotten in his whole life. Even though he had friends now, he still feels like he's hated for who he is; a monster. He's lived all his life under prejudice and hatred. But he quickly got back up and grew more stronger each and every time.
"It's a day away, i guess." Naruto said depressingly. He was laying on his bed, he maybe plans to just stay home for the remainder of the holidays.
"It's not like anyone is waiting for me to come outside. They're all with their familes or something."
But for some reason, he just can't stay in his house anymore. So he
Jack Frost ~ Forget-Me-NotJack crouched in front of the small, weathered grey tombstone, brushing snow away from the tight inscription. The evergreen trees surrounded him, imprisoned him in this sanctuary of lost time and memories. He breathed in heavily, and read the simple phrase on the grave.Jack Frost ~ Forget-Me-Not2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Here lies Pippa Jacklyne Overland
Mother, Wife, Sister, and Daughter
Died from Hypothermia
His sister, lying six feet under deep soil and snow. She had died so young. Sure, she had had a new baby girl, and a husband, but that didn't mean she had lived the life she had deserved. Jackson Overland had protected her the first time, when the ice had cracked, throwing her to the safety of the thicker ice, but he wasn't there to protect her from getting lost, from the cold, from the blizzard. From Jack Frost. A tear trickled down Jack’s face, and he wiped it away angrily. Why did he have to get so worked-up all the time?! Why cou
Eye Candy: AmericaXReader"Are you okay, sweetie?" Mrs. Jones asked, "Do you want to talk about it?"Eye Candy: AmericaXReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You bowed your head. You had been watching Alfred chop wood outside the window. She couldn't meet Mrs. Jones's eyes. How on earth do you go about telling another woman you were just ogling her son? It wouldn't go over well. You were starting to think deeply about your own family. Alfred's was tighter knit than yours. The woman in front you could be pushy but she wasn't demanding. Mrs. Jones expected honesty and hard work, but respected distance and personal issues. She hadn't forced you to talk at all that summer but she had put you and Alfred's other friends to work on the farm, probably taking advantage of having extra hands.
"I think… I'll go help Alfred chop some firewood…" you said evasively.
You walked out the door without another word. Alfred grinned and waved you over the moment he saw you. There was a second axe sitting by a stump at his side. You grabbed the second axe.
VerlorenIch habe verlorenVerloren6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
die Sache nimmt ihren Lauf
die Türen sind geschlossen
ich gebe auf
Ich habe mich etwas hingegeben
das mit Schönheit anfing
und in Hoffnunglosigkeit verging
Es ist wie ein inneres Beben
und ich bin hin und her gerissen
möchte alles und nichts vermissen
damit sich meine Welt nicht mehr dreht
damit sämtliche Wahrnehmung vergeht
Diese Bilder in meinem Kopf
sind so unsagbar schön
Doch schlage ich meine Augen auf
kann ich nur Kälte und Leere seh'n
Ich bin weder stark genug mein Leben zu beenden
noch weiß ich, was ich tun muss um es abzuwenden
Ich glaube nicht mehr
Ich will nicht mehr
und doch schleppe ich mich weiter voran
weil es das einzige ist, was ich tun kann.
In diesem Zwischenraum zu sein, ist so schwer
und ich hasse mich dafür so sehr.
HungryI arrive hungry -Hungry2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like last night's wine,
my mouth full of you.
Dinner is a dying art you say,
tucking a napkin
over my lap.
First course -
something you feed me
with your hands
poised in flight.
Main course -
I wear a blindfold;
you have a spoon
between your lips,
daring me to bite.
collected in a cup.
I can taste
the morsel of your skin
just a tease
upon my tongue
Jack Frost x Reader: The Night Meeting Part 2Jack Frost x Reader: The Night Meeting Part 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This is the continuation of my first chapter, "The Night Meeting". To understand this, please read the first one
You opened your eyes to find you are in your bedroom.
Sitting up, your (eye c) eyes scan your surroundings.
Your room is iluminated my the moon, casting shadows against every wall.
You look over to your clock, which sat on the dresser opposite your bed.
Sighing, you slowly swing your legs off the side of your bed,begin to stand,and walk over to your window.
Placing your hands on the window sill, you look up to the moon.
"Sooner than you think, huh Jack...?"
It had been one week.
One week without Jack making an appearance.
One week of being confined at home for "running away"
Throughout the week you were at battle with yourself.
Were the things you experienced with the winter spirit only days ago a figment of your imagination?
These things certainly crossed your mind. In fact, they ceased to leave it.
"What i saw...It couldn't have been my imaginatio
NaruSaku - Golden TouchSo, Naruto began, sitting down on Sakuras bed and inviting her to do the same. How was your day?NaruSaku - Golden Touch6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sakura sat down and leaned back against her boyfriends chest, letting out an exasperated sigh. Ugh rough
Naruto positioned himself so that his girlfriend was seated between his legs. He wrapped his arms around her slender form and asked, What happened?
Well, the hospital staff decided it would be a good idea to discharge the Pudding Lady today without letting me know. I was the only one with her records, so I knew she was in no shape to be on her own. I had to run all over town to try and find her. She was at the marketplace causing a ruckus; yelling at all of the people, asking where her son was. I had to literally drag her back to the hospital.
Ouch, that sounds rough Naruto had a particularly bad experience with this woman in the past. He had visited Sakura one day while she
Die FinsternisLautlos ist sie, wie ein Schatten...Die Finsternis2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sie umgibt mich wie die Luft die ich atme...
Überall ist sie und nirgendwo zugleich...
So alt wie die Zeit selbst...
Fürsorgend, wie eine Mutter es nur sein könnte, umhüllt sie mich und deckt mich zu...
Zeit meines Lebens begleitet sie mich und ward steht's an meiner Seite...
Eine Verbündete im Kampfe, eine Freundin in Zeiten des Friedens...
Die Quelle meiner Kraft, die Muse meiner Inspiration...
Die Essenz meines Daseins...
101 Ways To Kill: Part One Control is the one difference between a sane mind and an insane one.101 Ways To Kill: Part One4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Say I loved someone. Say that someone broke my heart. If I had a sane mind, I would grieve of course; I might be sick to my stomach; my head might throb with disbelief; I might cry; I might be angry; I might imagine shoving a pool stick up his ass and snapping it off against his tailbone, letting the splinters scrape against the delicate area.
And if I were insane, I would actually do it. That's the crucial difference; insane people just can't distinguish between what's acceptable and what's not. They have an impulse to fuck, or kill, or lie, or steal and they are just unable to control themselves.
So if I fantasized about killing someone, but never actually did it, if I controlled myself, I would be sane, right?
I met him in 8° weather the week before Christmas. I wore a coat so thick that I could barely put my arms d
HautWas siehst du?Haut5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Mein Atem legt sich hauteng
um deinen bloßen Körper
Er bedeckt jeden
noch so versteckten Winkel
und streicht sachte
über deine Rundungen
Was spürst du?
Die Wärme deiner Nähe
die langsam zur Hitze
des Moments wird
und ihr Abkühlen
auf deiner Haut
Meine Hände folgen
dem Weg des Atems
fühlen den wohligen Schauer
der dich überkommt
das Aufrichten dünner Härchen
Was machst du?
Ich schließe meine Augen
und lasse meinen Kopf folgen
bis mein Mund
deine Haut berührt
Zärtlich küsse ich
die Perlentropfen an dir
und tauche ein
Was willst du?
Ich will nur dich
und dich allein
Twinkle Twinkle Angry Star: SpainXReaderAre you still mad at me? Antonio texted.Twinkle Twinkle Angry Star: SpainXReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
He smiled but it quickly came into confusion when he saw what you had sent. It was a part of a nursery rhyme. He wondered what it was that you wanted him to respond with. But he was happy that you were responding to him. It was a sign that you weren't as angry as he feared. He had feared that you were still angry with him. He had blown you off to spend some time with Gilbert and Francis when they came into town. So to play along with your little game, he responded to you with the next line of the rhyme.
How I wonder what you are?
Wish I could hit you with my car. you had texted back.
Antonio frowned. It seemed that you were still upset. He knew he messed up. He forgot your anniversary. On the other side of the phone, you were upset in your room. You would forgive the Spaniard. You always did. You just needed some time to cool off. He decided that he would do something extraordinarily nice for y
Lost AngelsLost Angels8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
How in your world so full of nightmares do you sleep so peacefully? Are we the only ones who cry tears that you have run dry? How do you keep on struggling on those end less days when we don't care? How have we forgotten your contagious laughter...
How do you fly with such fragile wings? How do you warm our hearts with your weak smiles? How do you touch the stars with you innocent strides? And soar to the heavens with your beauty?
Truly you are the ones that will inherit this fertile earth. Make of it, more than we have. Change it for the better.
The Glorified Babysitter Chapter 2: LokiXReaderIt was late and the storm was raging on. You couldn't sleep. Every roar of thunder, every crack of lightening staved off your sleep. You paused to stare up at the bruised, purple-black clouds inching their way menacingly across the sky like a slow and thick molasses, engulfing the once peaceful blue that was present during the day. The wind whipped outside. It was a violent storm. Fat drops of rain began to fall from the sky, landing with a machine gun-like rattle on the glass and everything in between. You sighed. It was your fourth week working for Stark. Since the incident a less than a week ago, Loki went back to ignoring you once more.The Glorified Babysitter Chapter 2: LokiXReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Any thought of sleep was long lost when you heard a terrified moan. You got to your feet. No one else was on the floor but you and Loki and unless Tony wanted JARVIS to try to scare you then it had to be the liesmith. Then the moan became a terrified scream. You ran to Loki's room, fearing for him. When you opened the door you found Loki on his bed.
Freier FallHeute ist ein großer, ein großartiger Tag, der beste Tag deines Lebens, die beste Zeit vom Rest deines Lebens.Freier Fall3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Du erwachst in deinem Bett, schlägst die Augen auf und weißt, dass er endlich gekommen ist, der große Tag und eine große Ruhe überkommt dich. Dein Kopf ist wie in Watte gepackt, alles ist leicht und nichts ist mehr schwer oder bedrückend.
Eine große Last fällt von deinen Schultern.
Du trinkst nur eine Tasse Kaffee zum Frühstück, du hast keinen Hunger, du scheinst überhaupt keine unangenehmen Gefühle mehr spüren zu können, keinen Hunger, keinen Schmerz, alles was du empfindest, ist Ruhe und Entspannung, du hast keine Bedürfnisse mehr, keine Wünsche, du bist das kleine warme Zentrum des Universums, um das sich alles dreht.
Du ziehst los, gehst zur Arbeit.
Auch dort stört dich nichts, du nimmst alles hin, den Wutausbruchs deines Chefs, der junge, vielversprechende Kollege, der dir die A
AloneAlone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She sits alone, over there in the dark corner.
The walls painted black, the floor covered in blood.
Tears running down her cheek, her hair covers the deep wounds.
She aims the knife against her throat; "the one deeply wounded
shall not continue his journey in pain, but rather live forever in paradise".
Mad World: Faery!ScotlandXReader"I ran from you!" you snarled.Mad World: Faery!ScotlandXReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You circled each other, the adrenaline from your chase spiking through your veins in jagged points that sent your heart racing like a train. Oh, how you had run years of running He stalked forward, suddenly, red hair wild about his head. You could smell the cigarettes and heavy beer that he normally drank, despite being a part of the Unseelie Court. He terrified you. You had been running from him for years. Yet he had found you. Because you had lived in the modern world, you had yelled at him and others saw nothing. You were taken to a hospital for the mentally ill because friends and family feared for your well being. You were fine. The Faery who haunted your every step was not.
"Not fast enough. Ye are mine."
He caught your arm. The fabric beneath his hand tore. He sneered. The fabric of your shirt worn was from use. They abused you in the asylum. One doctor took care of you but one person could not change the opinion of the world, even whe
was ich so sehr willIch will wieder Gänsehaut.was ich so sehr will1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ich will den Atem spüren,
der meinen Nacken liebkost
als wäre er eine warme Sommerbrise.
will deine Haut auf meiner,
Hand in Hand,
Auge in Auge.
dass es weh tut vor liebe,
dass du mich berührst
auf alle nur erdenklichen Weisen.
Ich will fühlen.
Ich will leben.
Kein Garn der Welt haelt die Wunden der SeeleIch schwebe.Kein Garn der Welt haelt die Wunden der Seele3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Meine schmerzende Seele hat den nutzlosen, einst warmen Körper verlassen,
Den ich soeben noch als mein stilles Heim, mein vertrautes Eigen empfand.
Ich fühle mich leicht,
Zerfließe in prickelnder, zehrender Sehnsucht.
Empfinde keinerlei Wehmut über das,
Was einen trostlosen Verlust darstellen sollte.
Das endgültige Entsagen eines Lebens,
Das ich nun wie die vorhergegangenen
Sorglos zurück in das Regal stelle,
Zu den übrigen verstaubten, gelebten und verhassten Büchern.
Wieder einmal ersehne ich,
Sie ließen sich verbrennen.
Ein buntes, flackerndes Freudenfeuer...
Doch Erinnerungen sind grässliche treue Dämonen,
Unsterblich und unbarmherzig.
Sie können weder vergessen noch vergessen werden.
Kein Garn der Welt hält die Wunden der Seele,
wenn sie dich nur enttäuscht und verzweifelt in Stücke zu zerreißen versuchen.
Sie schreien, brüllen roh und unentwegt.
Sie schmerzen, wehren sich mit aller Kraft.
Sie leiden, sind gefangen in der Ewigkeit.
Und ich leide mit ihnen.
That One LetterDear lover...,That One Letter2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is the one letter I couldn't send
It means too much for to hand it over
There isn't much for me to write because I am no writer
No fancy words, just the straight out truth
You still surprise me, even if I don't show it
I know we just can't be over
I can see it in your eyes, you haven't lost hope
As long I can still feel you are still holding on, I will keep trying
I know I am not perfect but I keep trying
That's what I said I will do from the start
One chance I have to make it right
If I miss it, it will be too late
Remember who you are and forget what people said about you
You are beautiful; don't let others say you are not
I won't let you fall, even when I am wrong
I always remember that you like hand-written letters
A letter had more emotion than a text or email because you can see the mistakes, the eraser marks
The emotion is true in each word I write
I don't want you to fade away like everyone else has, I don't want to wake up one morning and realize that you a