Love, A Simple Duty"Thou wouldst be loved?- then let thy heartLove, A Simple Duty5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
From its present pathway part not!
Being everything which now thou art,
Be nothing which thou art not.
So with the world thy gentle ways,
Thy grace, thy more than beauty,
Shall be an endless theme of praise,
And love- a simple duty."
Blaine, lying on his stomach, rested his chin on his hand and looked down at the page of the book of poetry lazily. The book lay open on the naked back of Kurt, a few rays of sun filtering in and illuminating his pale skin.
"You should never stop reading poetry," sighed Kurt, clutching the pillow and his head turned toward Blaine. "You can make those boring words sound interesting."
"Poe's words are hardly boring, sir," commented Blaine, turning a page absently. Blaine's hand fell from the page and onto Kurt's skin, his fingers languidly tracing patters down his back, raising goosebumps o
DumbMy mind still goes crazy when I imagine your words.Dumb2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My mind is still surprised when I read your words.
I remember the best moments were when you said "I love you".
I remember the most beautiful words were when you whispered "I love you".
Not even your beautiful eyes, divine feeling.
Nor hear your beautiful laugh, my oasis every day. None of that was enough to satisfy my senses.
But I promise you keep my hands without memory, so that each time I touch you I do it differently.
Sometimes fear is a bad thing. Do not let me enjoy beautiful moments. If you can’t beat it, it becomes a kind of curse...
I curse the morning light, that hurts your eyes when you wake up. I curse the shadow of the night, that on his lap will find you sleep.
That if it hurts? A little... I confess
Love is an unwelcome guest.
Look how I am: and without any sadness to tell you.
This way... like crazy, trying to find you, you, my cure. I will be able to know what I think and what I touch.
Why you don't tell
Reader and Thor Chapter 2"Oh thank you [name], I am most gracious." Thor grabbed my hand and kissed the back of it, causing me to blush even more. Maybe this could work, maybe it could, I whispered to myself.Reader and Thor Chapter 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
Thor and I talked for a while. He told me about how he lived on Asgard all his life with his brother Loki. Loki and him use to be close and always play together, but sometimes would fight a lot. Thor always thought Loki was a little different but looked past it and tried to be the best brother ever. He explained to me how as they got older Loki started to envy him more and more just wanting to be his equal. After a close encounter with the frost giants, Loki finally found out that he was no Odin son, but a Laufy son. Loki had finally lost it and tried to take over Asgard and destroy Midgard. Thor and his brother fought for days until Thor plead for the fighting to stop but Loki wouldn't listen. Loki then tricked Thor and attacked him from behind and then he passed out.
I was speechless. I could tell that
Battery AcidYou hide it wellBattery Acid4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But not well enough
For I still see it
And I don't want
For your pity
And for some unknown reason
I ignored it
(Or maybe I do know why)
It eats my heart
Battery acid from a broken time bomb
Maybe you see me as a glass bird
One more push and I'll smash
But what you don't know
Is that I've already broken
I'm shattered shards
And what's shattered is
Stronger than before
So don't apologize
Don't think it's for my own good
Don't say you care
They're just dead words
That the vultures in my heart don't even want
It's true what they say you know
The truth hides in plain sight
Behind steel doors.
Reader and Thor Chapter 1Weeping softly, I longed for the chance of getting my freedom back. The long days of being trapped by the Asgardian hunk, Loki, were brutal and scaring. Loki was a passionate god along with his tittles of mischief. But his passion was only to please himself, to make his brother suffer.Reader and Thor Chapter 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
Before I was trapped by this sneaky god I was a normal mortal girl living on what they called Midgard. I had an ok life living in my small apartment alone. I was watching T.V. when I heard a knocking at the door followed by a thud. I opened it to a large man lying on the floor mat. He was quite big, his muscles where bulging out of the navy blue shirt he was wearing. His golden hair was covering up his face. I bent down and removed them, revealing a handsome face. I gently touched the man's cheek, but he suddenly opened his eyes.
"Ah," I scream jumping to my feet. The stranger
Reader and Thor Chapter 7Thor's POVReader and Thor Chapter 73 years ago in Romance More Like This
I woke up the next morning looking at her beautiful face. Gently moving a hair from her face I put a finger on her lips, outlining them out with my thumb.
"How was I blessed with such a beautiful midgardian," I whispered. I slowly got out of the bed and went to the kitchen to grab something to eat and make for [name] when she got up. Opening the fridge I saw, nothing, absolutely nothing. She must have not have gone to the market to get food. Maybe I can go buy her something from Donuts of the Dunkin. I grabbed my clothes from the floor and got dressed. Before I was about to go I kissed my queen on the forehead, then grabbed the keys and some money and was out the door.
Coming back I held two bags containing a donut covered with sweet snow and another one called the glazed, I also had two coffees.
"[name]," I whispered "Are you awake?" I walked in to the apartment which was completely, as the midgardians say, trashed There were clothes and other debris everywhere. I dropped t
When Poetry Fails A dream within a dream,When Poetry Fails3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A heart within a heart.
Love grows within dreams.
What better place to start?
A hand within a hand,
A meaning within the words.
Not all can hear it,
Only...shit. "What rhymes with words?" Eames looked up at Arthur from his notebook, lazily tapping his pencil against the paper.
Arthur was laying comfortably on the couch across from Eames, his suit jacket draped over the back of the couch and his collar neatly undone. "What kind of question is that?"
FingertipsLoki was sitting in his cell moveless, silent. Trying not to think so much, but thinking was the only thing he could do now. His bandaged eyes covered himself in endless darkness.Fingertips3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The god even didn`t know if it was night or day. No light reached his eyes. How long has he already been there? He didn`t know. He lost all his feeling for time. His eyes became useless to him.
His bounded hands even didn`t allow him to raise his arms more than few centimenters and if that wouldn`t be enought, Odin had also bounded his feet to the ground. Forced the god to sit there in an unatural posture. Oh, how much Loki wished just to move his legs in a different position. But it was senseless. His whole body was useless to him now.
He already had tried to rip out the chains from the wall the very first time he was imprisoned. He screamed, yelled all the time. Threats and insulting came out of his mouth followed by beggings for mercy. But after a time he gave up. There seemed to be no one who was there to
PrussiaXReader-Der Mond ist aufgegangen (Songfic)---Alternate, original title: 5 Meter Kicks and Songs---PrussiaXReader-Der Mond ist aufgegangen (Songfic)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The violent creaking of bedsprings seem to thunder throughout the small house that you and your husband own. You lie in your bed, hands clenching tightly onto the bedsheets as you twist and turn, trying to escape. A moan passes through your lips as your breathing and heartbeat accelerates. You're trapped between the waking and dream worlds.
"I'm sorry, ____. It's too late to save him now; he died instantly in the car accident." A stranger says.
"W-What?" Shock is written all over your face as your lips tremble.
"He died, _____. You have to go on living without him, now." The stranger replies flatly, then disappears.
"I don't understand! It can't be happening!" You whimper. "No, no, no, no!" You scream, tears trickling down your face.
Downstairs, your Prussian husband is reading through his old diaries at his desk, chuckling slightly at some of the entries.
beside me.I wish you were laying here beside me. . .beside me.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here to feel your warmth, here to give that soft comforting touch that only you can calm me with.
To hear your gentle heart beat from under your soft skin, I couldn't think of anything more soothing.
I want to get captured by your bright loving eyes and get lost in the thought of this moment lasting forever.
As I crave you to be so close, I lay here alone.
On a bed that feels too big, under sheets that seem so cold, heated by nothing more than a shell of a lovesick boy wanting to reconnect all the pieces of our devided hearts.
I wonder if you think of me too.
If you miss me.
If you want me there with you.
Past the tall wicked trees and dark sidewalks,
through the veins of busy roads and under the dull amber street lights.
You're laying in bed sleeping soundly, peacefuly.
I think of you.
I Miss you.
I Want you here.
Though I'll be with you soon.
My eyes are getting heavy and my body is loosening.
Drifting into a sleep
dreamsdreams3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you have a dream?
what did you do today?
no, talking is not doing.
dreams are like children.
watch them grow.
Avengers: In MemoriamIn MemoriamAvengers: In Memoriam3 years ago in Drama More Like This
in memoriam, a Latin phrase that translates directly as 'in memory of'"Did you mourn?"
"We all did."They all mourn. Just in different ways.
There is a bloodstain on the wall.
None of them ever mention it or show any sign of letting it dwell in their thoughts, but Fury has noticedwith his 'good eye' as Stark likes to refer to it asthat there are a few rare moments just before a mission when they can be found gathered around the mark they refuse to let anyone clean away, and one or two of them at a time can be found giving it more than just a passing glance as they wander by it, fingers outstretched and tips barely brushing the surface.
The stain marks more than another casualty of battleit is a moment of triumph, of death; it is where, separate as they were, they became a team, where they found something (no, someone) to avenge. It is where they go on their own to collect their thoughts, looking into the empty void before them (th
Empaths..."Sick of circling the same road, and sick of bearing the guilt... Perfect in weakness I'm only perfect in just your strength alone... and how can you look at me when I can't stand myself, I'm tired to be honest..."Empaths...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let's try to put up the wall again...
It didn't work?
Oh well, gotta go out anyway...
all these feelings,
batter at my consciousness
at my heart
at my soul,
Don't know why I even bother...
Because they care?
Please, if they cared, they'd ask what was wrong...
had sunk in those years,
guilt flew in just as something
being your own
Talk to me.
I'll help you.
Don't worry 'bout me,
Blood CrusadeBlood Crusade:Blood Crusade4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They rode upon the backs of thundering horses
for faith had unleashed a terrible beast
These men would offer their souls in service
to the dark unholy priests...
"To what end do we serve our Lord and Master
is justice not the ultimate form of faith?
Should we not stand and fight in his name
to cleanse the Earth of this heathen waste!"
It was these orators, chaplains of faith;
men of the cloth who bore a fire
They lit their brothers with impassioned speeches
fueled by their own desire...
They taught their followers that blood was faith
and devotion was found at the edge of a blade
"Blessed is the mind too small for doubt
for the faithful shall never be swayed..."
The men who accepted them, though pure at heart
would soon be eaten by Lust and Greed
For Wrath had become a norm of existence
and death became a Templar's creed...
But woe betide the man who slaughters
for his soul shall be forever stained
And no penance may ever remove this grief;
angerI have known so many crazy people.anger4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I have been so many crazy people.
Now I seem to be just quietly angry.
And I notice the anger others feel.
I mean really ... what does it serve?
What does anger do? It feels horrible.
Okay. It also feels powerful.
Maybe powerful weighs against fearful.
Maybe anger is a coping mechanism.
But I doI want to lie and say she's crazyBut I do5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in a way I do not understand.
But I do.
Pregnant with hope that lies
Studying arts that crush her
Married to normal that dies
Doing the hormone shuffle
I want to lie and say she's happy
in a way I will never understand.
But I do.
Rainstorm RomanceMaking my way home, the pavement was gradually stained by azure droplets slowly increasing in size and frequency.Rainstorm Romance4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Soon, the rain was pouring and people were disappearing. The gloomy, melancholy rain sucked away the color, painting a dreary gray scale portrait of loneliness. I walked alone in the streets, the rain still heavy on my skin. I was bereft of shelter and an umbrella. I put on my hood and looked down, shrugging off the heavy downpour.
Then she came along.
A technicolor sprite in my monochrome world, rekindling the life and light in her surroundings with a brilliant spark. We sang together despite the rain. She hadn't a care in the world and she was so vibrant. Her gaze gave me warmth, she empowered me.
Unfortunately, she had to leave. She had to return to a place unreachable, to a place in the skies, to her own kaleidoscopic realm, leaving me once again alone in this pastel world, where the colors will never be as bright as when she was with me.
She didn't even know.She lit up the roomShe didn't even know.5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
In her own special way,
But she uttered the words,
I could never be gay.
That moment on,
She broke my heart,
Without even realising.
I knew from the start.
She could never be mine,
But still I had hope,
That she could be turned,
It was a slippery slope.
It ruined our friendship,
But she still doesn't know,
How my heart pines,
For her to show,
Just the slightest hint,
That she might care,
But deep down I know,
There is no hope there.
5 Tips for Cultural Diversity in Writing5 Tips for Cultural Diversity in Writing5 Tips for Cultural Diversity in Writing4 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Anybody Can Write a Novel
Chapter 7 “From Story to Art” – Section 4 “Diversity”
With Links to Supplementary Material
Diversity—it almost seems a trap word meant for snaring unwitting people into a political debate. But why is it important to writing? Many will argue that it is a means of political correctness, popularity, and seeming hip to all your liberal friends at the coffee shop. While coffee shop creds are pretty important, the real reason for creating a diversity of religion, nationality, culture, ethnicity, philosophy, sexual orientation, gender, economic background, and any other sort, is that it gives a new layer of depth and realism to anything you write. By understanding the specific ways in which to apply diversity so that it adds this depth, we can also learn h