beautyYou may bebeauty1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You may want to lay your head to rest
And shut your eyes
And shut your heart
And fall asleep
That once made you cry
You may be full
And voices that scream in the middle of the night
And empty shells of what once was hope
But you are also
And you there are so many things
You haven’t done
So many places
You haven’t been
So many laughs
So many tears
And you are made
And rainy afternoons
By the fireplace
And you are as beautiful
As the shooting stars you wish upon
And the angels you dream about at night
And the snowflakes falling on your fingertips
And all the landscapes were made for your eyes
The rain was made to caress your weary skin
And this world was made for you
For your lovely touch
And your curious gaze
And when you smile
The stars shine a little brighter
And when y
The Assassin's Promise"It'll be in the obituaries tomorrow."The Assassin's Promise4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sudden SadnessSudden Sadness2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
She looked away from the large window in her room and sighed as another unprovoked and intense sadness racked over his small frame. She shivered, and clenched her eyes tightly shut in an attempt to fight the tears that would soon flow and not stop no matter what she did.
She had no idea why she cried like this. She knew there were things in her life that were sad, but, honestly, she didn't know why she was so overcome.
There were those in this world with lives far worst then her own, why should she cry over something as simple as a man, and a death that had been forgotten by everyone else.
Five months, and she was still crying.
The maddening sadness soon passed and she began to inhale through her nose and exhale through her mouth. It helped, sometimes, but sometimes it made it worse.
"Hey," Her brother said as he poked his head into the room without a single knock, not that it mattered, she couldn't lock her door anyways, "Dinner is done . . . hey, you okay?" He as
Judges.Why does everyone judge me?Judges.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why does everyone think I'm lying?
Why does everyone misjudge me?
Why does nobody want me dying?
Why does the world need me?
If they all think I lie cheat and steal?
I've done it! (I'll have to check... Let me)
Why does it all seem so evil and surreal?
I love you... (Huh, sure you do.)
These judges, this nightmare,
Why do they judge me for what I do?
These people who think I am without a care.
Why does this world seem so evil, so surreal?
Am I really here, persecuted and accused?
Why everyone here think I lie, cheat and steal?
Is this really real, or have I been lied to, cheated and used?
Sorcerer of ChaosSorcerer of Chaos5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Satiating his thirst
for blood and power
Through blackened arts
Gods and Daemons
beg for his attention
Bestowing their gifts upon him
He takes them all and more
Bludgeoning weaks minds
and shredding the strong
His hunger knows no end
Driven on through insanity
He is ultimate
He is infested with power
Black warlock of Chaos
A willing slave to Darkness
Wielding the essence of the universe
His existance is everlasting
Two Days Before Christmas with YouTwo Days Before Christmas With YouTwo Days Before Christmas with You2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jack Frost x Reader
Neku Sakuraba x Reader
Sora x Reader
England x Reader
Hiccup x Reader
Natural Harmonia Groupius (N) x Reader
Jack Frost x Reader ; Rise of the Guardians
"Jaaaaccckkkk~" you purred adorably. You and Jack were at your house doing NOTHING and Christmas was in 2 days.
"Whaaaattttt?" he replied in the same adorable tone.
"It's four days before Christmas! Let's go CHRISTMAS SHOPPING!!" you jumped into the air, while Jack looked at you and thought.
"M'kay! But, you have to pay." He gave you a sly grin, and you scoffed.
"No really?" you retorted sarcastically. Well, to speed up time, you just got into your car and listened to music while Jack whined about how he hated that song. (( ahem, CALL ME MAYBE. ))
As soon as you got to the mall, Jack was crazy. He jumped around a store and kept shouting, "(Y/N)(Y/N)(Y/N)(Y/N) I WANNA GO HEREEEE!!"
All you did was sigh and follow, bought what he wanted, a
Never Been So WrongNever Been So Wrong2 years ago in Romance More Like This
AN: I recently started reading all of these really awesome Thilbo Bagginshield fics, and I have to say, the couple kind of freaked me out at first. I just couldn't imagine them being together, but after reading twenty-something stories about them and seeing the movie seven times (yes, I have actually seen it seven times) I ship them hard. So I decided to write a fic about them, since I love yaoi and have written several yaoi stories before.
And I know Bilbo is supposed to be 50 in the book/movie universe, but that's a bit weird for me, since Hobbit's live as long as humans do. So just pretend he's twenty or something.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Hobbit or any of J.R.R Tolkien's stuff.
At first, all he thought of was the Shire. Of his soft, feather-down bed; his warm hearth, stocked pantry and never-ending supply of South Farthing pipe weed. All the pleasures of home were sorely missed, constantly calling for him to turn back and abandon his quest and h
Haunt me my misery, my loveI feel like crying myself to sleep,Haunt me my misery, my love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and hope I'd wake up
to a new world where you don't exist.
Where streets don't have a past
songs have no special meaning
and people no longer ask about us.
Or maybe I'd bang my head against a wall,
to slip into a blissful amnesia
and no longer recall your voice.
I wish for a seasonless Earth
without the burning heat of July
nor the rainy days of December.
Just an eternal night, with endless snow
where the fog on the cold windows
is not tainted with the letters of your name.
I wish to take my love back,
pour it into glasses of wine
and drink to the melodies of madness
we joyfully chanted to hollow wind.
I pray and plead for a dreamless snooze,
away from the fires your lips hold
and the sighs of my old bed
when it feels the lack of your warmth.
Maybe I'll pull the covers over myself and curl,
try to convince myself I don't feel pain
and hope to forget you, run away,
and slowly cry myself to sleep
into a land no longer haunted with our
When All Hell Breaks Loose Part 1My fourteenth year. Today was completely the same as any other. Demons don't usually take time to acknowledge when other were born. It was often because they were so old, they lost track of the countless days. Not to mention demons lived in bodies unlike their own. But in my case, it wasn't just another possession. This was MY body. I was born into it, the product of a demon and, believe it or not, an archangel. My mother was the demon, a well known seductress. My father was the archangel. Sent down to Earth on business, he became entranced with the demon, the very one he was meant to slaughter. Despite what some think, demons can have feelings. They can have morals. In some ways, humans and demons are identical. It's just that demons tend to sin more than an average human. I am not certain if I have parents any longer. I always hoped they were alive somewhere, though in my soul...or lack thereof, I somehow knew they weren't. When the forbidden relationship was found out, the demons drWhen All Hell Breaks Loose Part 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Digital Nightmare: Chapter 3Digital Nightmare: Chapter 32 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I woke up only a few hours later, something compelled me to. I kept my eyes mostly shut as I glanced around the room; yep, I was still trapped in Mark’s computer. I sighed and turned a bit, glancing at Mark. He looked to be sound asleep, and a pale face with black, burnt skin encircling his eyes stared at him from behind the desk. I started to close my eyes, but they shot open as I realized what I just saw. A PALE FACE WITH BLACK, BURNT SKIN ENCIRCLING HIS EYES. I sat straight up in bed and screamed, successfully waking up Mark. Jeff was startled for but a second, and I suddenly saw him standing in front of me with his terribly large grin.
“Go to sleep…” he whispered, his voice raspy. I tried to shove him away, but he was stronger than I was. He slowly raised his knife, and I heard a bang from behind him. Jeff turned around and I saw Mark holding up my baseball bat. He tore J
Thousand Years - Jack FrostThousand Years - Jack Frost2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The winter nipped at my neck, creating an elaborate tattoo of goose bumps trailing down my back and curving around my legs. A ghost of a smile crossed my face. The wind created the sensation of lips speaking into my ear, offering words of admiration and comfort. My feet carried me across the fast-coating snow, towards my favorite place to think. The trees safe-guarded me from any enemy, and twisted around a large hill. I felt completely blanketed by nature, which became more frequent as winter approached. A branch underneath my feet snapped, scarring some nearby winter birds to take flight. I spun, gazing at the white sky with amazed eyes. The world was starting to get back the mystery, the whole reason I still exit my home. I had a large smile, with teeth showing and eyes squinting. "If only you could see," I breathed, wrapping my cloak more firmly around myself before hurrying over to the lake that froze every winter.
Just as promised, the water had stilled, with a hard surface and s
Suffocate“I didn’t want him,” she says. “I wanted something, something I saw in the eyes of Libby, Sam, Sandi, and Agnes. Something that would have made our new world, our safe world, a home. Children were a part of that world and so I found myself a child. Perhaps, I thought, I would love him and everything would fall into place. Perhaps with a child I could be content with safety, and normality, and a world without knives taped on mop heads.” A cold smile. “I still catch myself thinking that. I still think that maybe tomorrow will be the day where I can fall asleep with the lights on.”Suffocate2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Carmen’s features are stark and cold; like the chiseled lines of Soviet propaganda etched onto an icy street corner. A straight decided nose, high sharp cheekbones, and thin pinched lips. Her eyes are black. We sit together in a small, bare walled, room on a pair of fold up chairs.
I frown. “You mean off?”
“No. I mean on. During the war
The Device - Part 2The Device: Part Two.The Device - Part 25 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Okay," I boomed at Amy, "this really is your last chance to back out. If you don't, I'm going to spend the next hour or so crushing you without mercy. Are you sure you want to go through with this?"
The tiny woman was standing about twenty feet away from me, almost giddy with a mixture of fear and excitement. "Y..... yes please!"
"Okay then, here we go! Round one! Ding ding!"
The bus had dropped us outside a sports center, which was closed during weekdays, but open in the evenings and at weekends. It contained three rings that people used to practice boxing and wrestling, and the rear doors to the place opened inwards and were secured with a padlock on the inside. As I'd predicted, leaning nearly half a ton of woman against the doors very quickly buckles the padlock and tears the fastening out of the wooden door without it even feeling as if it had put up a fight. The more I experimented with Jess's weight, the more and more pow
One sided. Two faced. I know you.One sided. Two faced.7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm your best friend.
We met long ago, so long ago. It felt like when we met it was the beginning of something new. You were a writer, just like all the other writers that were bringing to pop up like now. You were also in need of a friendship. I was new to the place but you weren't such an expert to the world we both became members of.
At first you weren't so sure of me, whether to trust me, whether to talk to me. But soon enough we became close. Year after year I began to learn about you. Your family. Your home. Yourself. I knew enough to have you at the palm of my hand. Of course if you knew that you wouldn't be calling m
World of Frost - Jack Frost x Reader - Part 1World of Frost Part 1World of Frost - Jack Frost x Reader - Part 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jack Frost x Tom boy!Reader
You had your favorite headphones, with a microphone, on while playing online with your only family, your cousin, Xena. Last time she visited, you two were 15 and your parents were still alive. She showed you a MMORPG game called, World of Warcraft. She taught you how to play it while she was in your town, but then she had to leave back to Poland. Your parents died in a fire when you were 17, and since you were turning 18 soon, you didn't need anyone to watch over you. Your cousin and you would always play on WoW just to keep your minds off and talk to each other. You killed the last enemy you needed for your quest, so you were about to return to get your awards, until Xena said something;
'My mom is somehow mad at me now. So now I can'tů'
'Can't play wow until X-mas.'
Your heart dropped. It was November!! Your cousin is just going to waltz out of your only way to be toget
DWOAH: JTK vs JTHMDWOAH: JTK vs JTHM2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Deadliest warriors of all history
Jeff the killer vs Johnny the homicidal maniac
Jeff the killer info:
Height: 5 foot 8
Weight: 160 pounds
Weapons: Butcher's knife
Strengths: Jeff's 'unique' appearance (bleach white skin, no eye lids and a Joker's grin carved into his face) helps to easily instil a feeling of utter terror in his victims, he is very strong and can escape a murder scene without leaving a trace
Weaknesses: Jeff is completely insane and being so he seems to have no concern for his own health, willing to walking down a guns line of sight to get his next kill
Johnny the homicidal maniac info:
Height: 5 foot 9
Weight: 115 pounds
Weapons: A wide array of weapons that he keeps on his person and around his house, mainly Knives and other bladed weapons, a Pistol that he keeps hidden in his house and very rarely uses
Strengths: Despite being bone thin and very underweight Johnny has shown surprising strength, able to overpower and pin down people more than twice his size, he is ve
WishWish3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish you were here,
I miss your touch,
I miss your kiss.
I wish you were here,
I miss your soft lips,
I miss your pale skin.
I wish you were here,
No one can save me,
I keep falling into the dark.
I wish you were here,
To push me up,
To save my soul.
I wish you were here,
I open my eyes.
You smile at me.
"Did you had a bad dream?"
it's like a trainwreckI hate him, I really do.it's like a trainwreck5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I hate how he pulled me into the other room even though we had a meeting not five minutes from now. He said we had enough time. I didn't think so.
I hate how he gave me that stupid grin before he kissed me, like he was happy about something. I didn't see anything to be happy about.
I hate how sloppy his lips are against mine, and when he gets excited he kisses too hard and our teeth click together. He pushes me up against the wall and boxes me in; I hate it when he does that because I'm already standing on my toes just to reach him.
It's a strange feeling when his tongue is against mine, and I hate how he doesn't realize how long it really is. His hands slide down my sides and up the back of my shirt - they're ice cold against my burning hot skin. I hate how he doesn't know I don't like that.
And I hate how just when I'm about to push him away, his mouth leaves mine and goes elsewhere, trailing soft kisses along my jawline. His breath is hot against
He's Your PainkillerHe's Your Painkiller4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
It's the distant 22nd century, and chaos has reigned over the earth for the last 150 years. Like a monster, the destroyer of worlds flew over the sky, like a banshee, screaming terrifyingly over the world.
Faster than a bullet,
Enraged and full of anger, he's half man and half machine,
Rides the metal monster,
Breathing smoke and fire,
Closing in with vengeance, soaring high!
He is the Painkiller,
This is the Painkiller!
But then, out of the smoke and ashes, came a similar being, riding his own chariot. However, this one was different. He looked holy, almost God-like, and he went after the destroyer, and they fought the great fight. Bloodshed and hate was the only thing that could be felt.
Mankind on it's knees,
A savior comes for out the skies in answers to their pleas,
Through boiling clouds of thunder,
Blasting bolts of steel,
Evil's going under deadly wheels!
He is the Painkiller,
This is the Painkiller!