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
ExpirimentsExperimentsExpiriments9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Haruno Sakura was fifteen years old and, as much as she hated to admit it, quite the prude. Despite her build up of confidence over the years as the Hokage's apprentice and the ever growing emergence of her secret, inner personality there was one part of her that remained rather immature, much to her teenaged chagrin. And that was sex.
Not so much the act of sex itself as everything that went with it. Kissing, touching, fondling, caressing, holding...the works. Other than some light kissing with a couple of boys she was wholly and utterly virgin.
Of course, it was not entirely willful on her part. Sure, she was growing up to be a beautiful woman and she knew it. So did many of the male shinobi and civilians for that matter, and they made it well known. Rock Lee h
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
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
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-Not3 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
Spider SilkA summer's eveSpider Silk3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Lying in the cool grass
Of days gone by
And I could get lost
In your blue skies of spider silk
I wake in the half-sweet exhaust
Of some smoker's trail,
The last vestiges of one
Who was so tangibly here...
Sitting with you
under an eternally starry sky
These memories bathed
In perpetual light...
I'm seeing your eyes in everyone else,
And these long-lost memories begin...
It's not them I want; it's you that I crave,
And your waves come crashing again.
Your imprints are everywhere
In everything I see,
Dreaming of a time
When again we would be
Into the familiar abyss,
And the moments that never happened
Are the ones that I miss.
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
There is no place for me.There is no place for my ideals or me,There is no place for me.3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
There is no place for justice or mercy.
There is no place for true love anymore,
It's a sad truth, it saddens me at the core.
There is no place for me in this world,
Where the cries of the needy must go unheard.
I'm cast out for my ideals, my gentleman's code,
Well, I was born like this, a man in hero mode.
There is no place for a hero in this world,
The knight in shining armour must go unheard.
There is no such thing as a Fairy Tale,
I am not Prince Charming, just another sail.
On a boat afloat on a sea of sadness,
The winds of mourning passing through me.
There is nowhere in this world for me...
There is nowhere in this world for gallantry.
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
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
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
Eye Candy: AmericaXReader"Are you okay, sweetie?" Mrs. Jones asked, "Do you want to talk about it?"Eye Candy: AmericaXReader3 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.
shhhwe are lurking too close to jesus,shhh3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the empty edge of a lightless stage,
curved nails digging into the skin of our pale palms.
he asks as an afterthought
do you believe in something holy? and i think yes,
i think this is what i believe in.
I KnowI know what you really think of meI Know2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know you want me gone
I know whenever my mouth opens you cringe
I know you think I’m stupid
I know you wish I would die
I know people hate me
I know I’m really stupid
I know I don’t get you
I know you don’t get me
I know you wish we really never met
And I’m sorry...
tucked beneath your bonesthe only thingtucked beneath your bones3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you've ever taught me
is to never find your happiness
in someone else
yet the only thing
i ever want to do
is find all the happiness in the world
tucked beneath your bones
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.
Secrets Should be SilentSecrets Should be Silent:Secrets Should be Silent2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is in the nature of a secret?
It is not to be known, nor to be seen.
It is that which we bury beneath layers of deceit.
Why then, do we bury poetry?
why then, do we bury prose?
Why secret that which is meant to be seen,
And showcase that which is meant to be secret?
Are the words of our soul less important,
Than mere phrases designed to seek attention?
Are the words that we carve from experience,
Taken as less than a general phrase of emotion?
...No, I would hope not.
For I do as any other might,
And my skeletons are kept under lock and key.
For a secret displayed remains secret no longer;
Merely a gossip's fancy.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 6th July 2013
Neko!America x Neko!Reader- The Worst NightmareNeko!America x Neko!Reader- The Worst Nightmare2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Waking up from your tiny catnap, you heard a loud, booming crash. The hair on your neck stould up as you dug your claws into the red, tea smelling sheets you layed on. You yawned contently, your rough little tough hanging out of your mouth slightly as you did so.
"Americacat?" You mewed, scanning your blurry, (e/c) eyes around the darkly lit room, a slight quiver detected in your little voice. "Englandcat?"
Yawning once more, you blinked to try to adjust to the blackness that surrounded you. You looked beside you, not seeing any sign of your comrads. The window located beside you seemed empty, except for the lone blue flowerpot, decorated with a man's pink handprint, and a little boys purple one. Stretching, you jumped onto the windowsill with the gracefullness of..well...a stealthy cat. You peered out the window, seeing nothing but your backyard, a few gray clouds, and a tiny slit of a moon. You looked down, scanning the dead grass that pattered bits and pieces of the lawn. There was
Poetic Practice - Love Like AshPoetic Practice - Love Like Ash:Poetic Practice - Love Like Ash2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yes sir, he is clinging to insanity.
He remembers all the things he said, profanity.
Bare the shame on his naked old humanity.
He is the doll claiming love for his vanity-
When he woke up, desire!
He made a move like fire.
His whispers; a liar,
His heart snaps, like wire!
But what are you thinking of this man as I make him out?
Is it an image or a type that you seem to tout.
was it all his fault with no one else to blame,
Or were there cracks in the story that they both will claim-
Spit that and live that,
Hate when you love that!
You rip that and tear that,
Scream like you know that!
Stop for a moment and just listen to this silent cry,
Time has stopped now for both of us to say goodbye.
Both turning on these clocks, living lies that have stopped;
And when the love turns to ash, let the gloves be dropped...
- Chen Yuan Wen, 17th January 2013
Peaches: Goblin King!EnglandXReaderHe was the Goblin King. One night you had gone to a party with friends. What you didn't know until the last moment was that Fae had gone to the party as well. You had the Sight. You saw them the instant that they walked in front of you. In horror you had reeled away from them, particularly the striking green eyes that watched you like a hawk. However, you had to act naturally so they didn't realize that you were able to See them. Your friends had long since left you without telling but you went to the snack table, finding a peach. So you ate it, mindlessly, then waving off the fear that was coursing through you. Fae were known for nasty little tricks. But what you didn't know was that you just fell for one. You had eaten the food of the Underground.Peaches: Goblin King!EnglandXReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
For Eve, it was an apple.
For Persephone, it was a pomegranate.
And for you, it was a peach.
You dreams were now becoming haunted by green green eyes in particular. Just when you were beginning to forget about Seeing the Fe
Legend of The Rising Star - IntroLegend of The Rising Star - Intro3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Legend tells about humanoid machines called "Vocaloids" that double as messengers for the gods. They are the children of the Goddess of Machinery and serve as some of the many saviors of the world of Divixus - a haven for the strange and the mystical.
On this planet, there exists ethereal beings and magic that revolves around the manipulation of the Eight Elements - eight properties that serve the backbone of how the universe works: the illustrious Light, the creeping Darkness, the twin-sided Luna, scorching Flame, icy Frost, verdant Earth, tempest-ridden Cloud and the unifying Null. The elements serve as the root of all magic used on the planet and rely on their opposite to be complete.
Over the course of Divixus's history, the Vocaloids and their allies have endlessly fended off the forces of the Deathmoon Family, the Nachzehrer empire and the Apocalytes, powerhungry evils that reave destruction in their path.
As loyal vanguards of the Lunardream Family, the rulers of Heaven thems
Am I Too Late, Potter?Draco Malfoy pressed the bottle to his lips, drinking in the bitter, yet seductive liquid down his throat.Am I Too Late, Potter?8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He looked around the bar, looking, not for anything in general, but he wished he could.
The pain of it all, was unbearable in the least, wondering if it was all over, or if it had just begun, Draco sighed and took another swig.
The door of the bar opened and Draco turned to see who it was, not like he cared or anything. Just an old hag, who sat down and ordered a Firewhiskey, not unlike Draco.
Draco wondered if she had lost anyone in the war, like he had himself. The pain still stung as he thought about it, but he quickly pushed it into the back of his mind, all the while trying not to cry about anything stupid.
Not like it was stupid or anything, he thought as the bartender handed him another one. He thanked the man and looked down at his hands.
The ring still was quite shiny. Although it was nearly, what was it now? about 20 years old. He pulled it off his finger and played arou
Mad World: Faery!ScotlandXReader"I ran from you!" you snarled.Mad World: Faery!ScotlandXReader3 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
Still Missing YouStill Missing You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I thought I was past this,
That I was done feeling this way.
But why is it you that I still miss
And think about some days.
It appears you have moved on,
And I thought I did too.
I'm trying to be strong
And figure out what to do.
But I can't stop thinking about it,
Can't help but remember all the fun we had.
A possibility inside my mind has been lit,
And this idea has been driving me mad.
Could there still be a chance for us?
Could we start it up again?
I don't want to leave what we had in the dust,
So what does this mean for us then?
Maybe I should just come right out
And say what has been on my thoughts.
What happened has made me doubt
What I originally thought were my wants.
I miss you.
I miss us.
With these thoughts, I'm not sure what to do.
And I don't know who else to trust.
I can't just go up to my friends and say this,
What would they think about my choices now?
But I can't help what I feel and miss.
I'm still trying to figure out how!
I mean, how can this happen?
How can this