Fairy Tale - Chapter3: GoldilocksFairy TaleFairy Tale - Chapter3: Goldilocks2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The unlikely band had only walked a short distance down the darkening road before coming up on a third little hut; this one made of bricks. Like the first two, it seemed rather poorly constructed. Each brick, instead of being laid with care and cemented in place, was haphazardly stacked. Matthew thought it looked rather like a set of building blocks he'd had when he was younger. They'd been a gift from his father. As a boy, he'd spent hours constructing towers and knocking them down. From the looks of it, this hut was probably just as easily toppled over as his old toy.
"Our other brother lives there in that house," supplied the brown-tufted pig as they passed the makeshift drive or scraped earth. "He's the eldest of the three of us."
"S-s-suppose we should stop i-in and t-tell him where we're going?" The runty pig chewed at the end of his hooves.
"If he's safe and sound we shouldn't bother him. He'll only get upset if he knows we're-"
You Look Familiar Ch 1A/N: Hello There! Thank you very much for reading my story! I'd just like you all to know that this fanfiction will contain many pairings, and I'm going to try to distribute the love to everyone equally! Also, reviews make me suuuuper happy! They encourage me to work faster, and feedback is always appreciated!You Look Familiar Ch 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Also, there's one element to this story that might be hard to grasp. Basically, the characters are existing in a world parallel to the one in Hetalia, where instead of Nations, they're ordinary humans. However, the two worlds are not completely separate from one another. In fact, the worlds are almost exactly the same, the only difference being that there is no such thing as a country personification in the world which this fanfiction takes place. Because of this, the memories from the Nations in one universe sometimes gets mixed up with the memories of the humans in the other universe.
Pairings you can expect: GerIta, PruCan, USUK, Spamano, Rochu, Giripan, FranLux(OC), SuFin,
The Christmas Pantomime Ch9About an hour later, the two teenagers were laying on gilberts bedroom floor, abandoned pizza boxes and coke bottles surrounding them both. Gil was just glad that Matthew was smiling again, trying not to gaze at him quite so much as he told him about something...in all honesty Matthew could be reading him the dictionary and the German would still think it was awesome.The Christmas Pantomime Ch93 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Gil...why is your bedroom in the basement? Doesn't it get cold down here?" Matthew asked, looking around him with mild interest
The other had been waiting for that question, grinning a little as he explained: "well, Vati got sick of all the noise I was making, and Luddy got sick of sharing a room. So my Awesome self got moved down here! And I can be as loud as I like, cos there's two floors between me and the others. And yeah, it gets cold..." gilbert shrugged, "but I guess that's why blankets were invented right?"
Matthew nodded, looking up at the small window in the ceiling "I guess so...and it makes sense..." he smile
ImaginationWhat makes us wander offImagination4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
From reality and into a fantasy world
Where everything isn't what it seems
The impossible becomes possible
Far from our world
Is one full of wonder
Characters come to life
In this magical wonderland
Its a special magic
Resting within us
We tap into its power
That resides within the heart
Take a brush
Paint your world
Write a story
Make it come to life
Let your creative side fly free
Make an empty room into a faraway land
Turn your bed into a spaceship
Flying to an alien world
Nothing is impossible
As long as you believe
In the power of your imagination
Don't be afraid to express yourself
Its a special magic
Resting within us
We tap into its power
That resides within the heart
Its a great gift we were born with
Its on the right side of our brains
Right next to the knowledgable side
When were in a jam to solve something
Wanting to escape reality perhaps
All we do is tap into that creative side
For we can overcome obstacles
Using the power
ProofSometimes I sleep with my hand on my heart,Proof4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Often I'll rest with my thumb on my wrist.
With eyes fixed hollow and still in the dark,
I feel the fact that I exist.
The tireless rhythm of being alive
Echoes on my hand and thumb.
A single touch, to which I derive
This sense and fact, yet still I'm numb.
The persistent pulse of blood so steady
Is soothing in its resonance.
And while what this proves, I know already,
It's nice to have some evidence.
AshesA graveyard is not for me-Ashes2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I am not a stone.
I am not a box,
Not shut away, alone.
Nor am I a name,
I did not earn such a thing.
No arrangement of letters
A graveyard is not for me,
And never was since birth.
I cannot be trapped
Beneath the crusty earth.
How dare you trap me,
And let others tread on me?
How dare you offer flowers
To a stone? It is not me
I am not even the body
That you see before you.
What I am
Is never the same as who.
Do not mourn me,
Do not have any fears.
Do not cry in my name,
I am not tears.
I am a memory,
I am a friend,
I am a reason to smile
When darkness descends.
I am a lesson.
I am an inventor
Of powerful emotions,
And I am a mentor.
I am dreams.
I am sparkling eyes.
In the middle of the night,
I'm the hidden sunrise.
I have touched hearts,
Held them against mine.
I am no object-
Not easy to define.
Burn this body,
And set me free.
Burn this encasement.
A graveyard is not for me.
Set me to the wind
From a high mountain peak.
Let me see the wor
The DragonRoar, o child of wind and fireThe Dragon3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Spread thy wings, soar ever higher
Thine enemy clasped within death's jaws
By sulfrous breath, sharp fangs and claws
A hide of gem-bright gleaming scales
Wings unfold like living sails
All heed to the mighty dragon's call
Before thy might, the world doth fall
Eyes filled with terror, they flee thy wrath
And e're to follow fear's dark path
A thousand years, mere blink of thine eye
Kings rise and fall as time flies by
Destroyer of empires past
Against you, no power is vast
Harbinger of death and raging war
Almighty, worshipped and abhorred
Yet slowly, thine strength begins to wane
Like blazing fire 'neath the rain
Alone, you lie within treasures won
Thy heart as dark as deadened sun
Shall they forget you, forsake their fear?
Leave you to die, abandoned here?
Cursed one, to fade from all memories
Vanished, thy pain to never ease
A world renewed, exchanged for the lost
Yet none alive know of the cost
They shall never hear the dragon's roar
Erased by time fore
SilenceSometimes, silence isSilence4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
So much louder than voices
As it screams the truth
Erasmus CravenErasmus Craven4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am a sorcerer by trade,
Of grand distinguished lineage;
My father was Grand Master
Of the Order, such a privilege...
But I prefer to stay at home,
Practicing my magic--
I've not been well for two years
Since I lost my wife, how tragic!
A raven came to visit me,
In the bleak December:
He was a man turned to a bird--
He caused me to remember
That I had an obligation to
Stand up against the evil
Of sorcerers like Scarabus
In his castle so medieval...
We fought a duel of magic grim,
The old tyrant was bested,
And now I'm in my study again,
Quite refreshed and rested!
i was real, oncei.i was real, once2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you told me once
that dreams never really take flight.
that their gossamer wings splinter into
on the harsh planes of reality,
and as i stretch out my fingers and touch
finger tip to claw tip;
a tenuous grasp with the fragments of
what was once
i think that you were right.
i carve prehistoric, cave man sketches into my skin
and hope and against hope that these dragons and dreams will bear wings
[and together we will shine]
but i just can't win because the universe
match each other step for step, move for move
and the chess pieces of our eternal game shatter
as the knight moves to E3 and claims
the crown of a fallen king.
[together we'll illuminate a world]
i heard you speak but i pretended to hear only
the rush of passing memory as you asked
"Why won't you love me?"
[it's can't not won't]
the only question that ever really mattered
and i turn and wonder when my world became
saturated with thoughts as du
The girl in the pondIt was a warm summer night when I found her.The girl in the pond2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her dress was white with yellow sunflowers,
and her auburn hair was spread out around her pale face.
It looked like an ever changing halo
moving gently in a soft breeze.
She had lost a shoe
Her deep, blue eyes stared into heaven
and the freckles of her skin drew constellations
against the pale background to mirror the stars above.
Fish gently nibbled at her fingers and nestled in her hair
paying no heed to her ruby lips which her last breath had left open
almost like an invitation.
I looked at her
I loved her...
Thinking it was the least I could do
now that she had been so carelessly abandoned.
It was my duty to remember her.
I took the memory of her and stuffed it away
for safe keeping
The rest was just a shell
now empty and soon decayed.
Then I left
leaving only the pond behind to swallow its secrets.
A Whiter Shade of Pale I went to Charonton to live with my Uncle Malcort when I was orphaned at the age of seven; Mother went mad and disembowelled Father with a pair of pruning shears before throwing herself into a bath-tub filled with live vipers---so as you can imagine, my state of mind was somewhat delicate...I have no doubt it was rather awkward for Malcort Craveloft, a life-long bachelor, to have to take in such a twitchy, neurotic youth, but he was my sole remaining relative above ground and vice-versa.A Whiter Shade of Pale4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Professor Craveloft was the Head Librarian at Charonton College, and in spite of the appalling manner in which I'd been orphaned, I must confess to a thrill of anticipation when I arrived on the venerable campus and was shown into the Library where my uncle was working. From earliest childhood, I have loved books--now here I was, surrounded by thousands of them! I slipped away from the chauffeur who had brought me and vanishe
Clockpunk and a buried wishYour clockwork is damaged,Clockpunk and a buried wish5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
your wings stopped to work
I watch you falling
your hair drowned in the air
and I shiver
the crafter's betrayal
I can't understand
so you fall from Eden
to devil beneath and
I hope that my porcellain
I wish I could reset
the clocks in your chest
to make this not happen
to make us both happy
but I see the shards
and I start to gather
Shaman StrangerHe shared his secrets with the tribeShaman Stranger3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they all sat intensely around the fire at night
the cold of the air, danced all around them.
Secrets unleashed, summoned demons, reaping realms.
He told them of the plague and the medicines to cure.
They sat around in awe as the stories grew intense.
About demons and monsters, and battles defense.
And the beasts wore souls over their faces.
To bruise their senses over the ages.
They asked of his healings and how he survived.
His responces were vivid, and brought up through life.
Death surrounds vallys and mountains and seas.
Healing the monsters with souls for their beings.
Water from springs, condensed to a vile.
He passed it around to preserve the quiet Nile.
They shared the water and memories fell
from the past to deal water, from the crystalized well.
He rattled his staff to accommodate the tales.
They all sat in silence, as the grace of him fell.
A master of fables, they were all in his grasp.
Like thunder before lighting, in a gallo
Panoply Of Wraiths...With lordly tread the phantoms walkPanoply Of Wraiths...4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The midnight halls and stairs
Of lofty ornate palaces
Where no one living dares
Disturb the ghosts of emperors
Who o'er the night hold sway,
Relinquishing their power only
At the early light of day...
The wraiths of ancient kings do ride
The moaning twilight sky
Upon gray ghastly wing-ed steeds
That endlessly shall fly
Above the silent sleeping world
Until the sun doth die...
Semi-Detached.Semi-Detached.Semi-Detached.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She was very sensitive.
As if the volume was turned up in her head.
She started using her mother’s sedatives,
As a solution for her sleepless nights in bed.
She couldn’t connect with any of her relatives,
They never showed an interest in anything she said.
Her attempts at socialising were tentative,
So she conjured up imaginary friends instead.
Her dogged detachment was her only imperative.
She could not risk the chance of being misled.
There was no one to peel back the layer of negatives.
Too many years of tears have been bred and shed.
The smile she occasionally displayed was purely decorative.
She knows people will judge her before they have even read
Her story because they’re too caught up in their own narrative.
They only take the time to read your book once you are dead.
They say we’re born alone and die alone.
As humans we are built to survive and consume.
Even if you are raised from a loving home.
You can still feel out of place in your ow
Avengers - Loki's redemption-Chapter Twenty ThreeChapter Twenty-ThreeAvengers - Loki's redemption-Chapter Twenty Three3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Captain and Natasha had already organised the NYPD to form a protective cordon around the Tower as they raced back. Someone was after the Tesseract and, with communciations down, they couldn't be sure who.
"Who has attacked the Tower?" yelled Thor as they met up outside.
"Don't know. The robots have been stopped though, Loki's app worked first time."
Thor looked smugly at Sif before running into the building.
"Running towards danger again Volstagg!"
"Aye Fandral. Smile Hogun, we're almost there!"
Hogun raised his mace and grinned.
Erik suppressed a cry as Loki materialised next to him, resplendant in armour but deathly pale. Loki sank down, grabbing the table in front of him.
"Where did you go?"
"Fury. S.H.I.E.L.D. Thanos. Thanos is dead." Loki closed his eyes. He needed time and didn't have it.
He would have enough magic for one strike, if that.
"There is no power to Jarvis, Loki. The
EmpathyI knew your nameEmpathy5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even before you told me
I know your triumphs
And your downfalls
But you don't know that
Because you will never understand me
Than how I understand you
No matter what race
I know how you feel
Even if I never felt that way
I know what your talking about
Even if all of it was gibberish
Like I said, I know you
I am unlikely
Never thought I was special
Always thought I was like everyone else
When everyone else tells me I am like no other
They say I am empathetic, emotional
I thought I was unsympathetic, ignorant
Because the only person I never understood
Gentleness - A Child's Cry Part 17Gentleness - A Child's Cry Part 172 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Loki took Caedra through the palace, weaving his way through the dark and empty halls until he came upon an empty room. He pushed the door open far enough to slip through, trying to make as little noise as possible.
The room was small for a bed chamber, and resembled that of one of the healer’s quarters. Sif glanced around skeptically. “Where are we?” she inquired, forgetting to keep her voice low.
Loki glared at her, his eyes darting to the partially opened door. He gently set Caedra on the bed and unwrapped his coat from around her, covering her with a warm blanket. He brushed her hair out of her face, his eyes searching as he listened closely to her breathing. Though still shallow, it was not as weak as before.
“We’re near the healers’ quarters,” Loki answered, glancing back at Sif, who had moved to shut the door completely. “After battles or whenever there was an excess of wounded, they would use these rooms to tend to
Disseverance - A Child's Cry Part 8Disseverance - A Child's Cry Part 82 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Loki stood on the balcony adjoining his chambers, gazing out across the city with a grave expression. It was as beautiful a day as possible in Asgard, but he did not seem to notice. He didn’t seem to notice anything, for his mind was only focused on one thing – Caedra. What had become of her and Sif? Thor had set out after them the prior evening and if all had gone well he should have already returned. But he was not back yet, which only left Loki to wonder what had happened. Not knowing was driving him mad.
He fingered a piece of fruit between his slender fingers before releasing it to fall to the ground far below. He’d not had much of an appetite since he had been locked in his room. Loki pulled another grape of the vine and let it fall. Grapes were Caedra’s favorite sort of fruit. The child would eagerly eat any she was given, at any time. Loki could only give a faint smile at remembering. He missed her dearly.
“Loki?” he heard Frigga
Consequence - A Child's Cry Part 6Consequence - A Child's Cry Part 62 years ago in Drama More Like This
After the moment of initial shock was gone, Loki’s calculative mind began running through every possible scenario. Who would have taken Caedra? Who could have taken Caedra? Not just anyone could have access to the gardens. And wouldn’t someone have seen her? Then Loki remembered. Sif. He had left Caedra with Sif. So where was she? He looked around again, though he knew he would find nothing else. There was no trace of the warrior maiden anywhere.
The thought went through his mind that this was somehow Sif’s doing. He hoped it wasn’t true – not because he cared for her, but because it would mean that she had played him. For the sake of his pride it couldn’t be true. But even then it didn’t make sense for Sif to have done this. She would never do anything to harm Caedra. Besides, if she had wanted to take Caedra away from him, all she would have needed to do was go to Thor. No, Loki confirmed in his mind, this was not
When the Hunt Goes By...Out in the street on a chill midnightWhen the Hunt Goes By...5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The villagers heard a shriek of fright,
Begging for help from the pitiless sky---
All heads turn when the Hunt goes by.
They knew who it was--good Parson Brown,
A man well-loved by the whole town;
Yet no one stirred or breathed a sigh---
All heads turn when the Hunt goes by.
The pounding hooves went thundering past
And the villagers shuddered, hearing the last
Scream of their Parson, shrill and high---
All heads turn when the Hunt goes by.
Now the silence hangs foul in the dark dead night
As the villagers tremble and pray for light
While the Count and his kin hunt till morning is nigh---
All heads turn when the Hunt goes by.
Acquiesce - A Child's Cry Part 4Acquiesce - A Child's Cry Part 42 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Lucius pulled up the hood of his cloak as he ducked down the dark alley way. He was near the edge of the city, as far away from the palace as possible. He could not risk anyone there overhearing the conversation he was soon to have. “Dronicus!” he hissed into the darkness.
A man, also cloaked, came out of the shadows and lowered his hood. He was a young man, and not a particularly handsome one at that. “I’m here, quit your worrying.” Dronicus said. “Why’d you have to meet all the way out here then? And so late?”
Lucius lowered his own hood. He was a middle aged man with thinning light brown hair and a permanent scowl on his face. “You know very well why.” He hissed. “This is a delicate matter, and there are many open ears around the palace.”
“Well what about Heimdall?” Dronicus asked. “He hears and sees all.”
InvocationSpeak through me, Muse, and sing me the taleInvocation3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of that girl unskilled in the ways of the world--
The intrepid wanderer,
Seeking truth for years on end,
Oblivious to the dynamics around her
As others talk with their eyes and dance with their words.
Many the nights she's lain awake,
Living the hurts of her friends, powerless to help.
Trying to save the world
When she can't even save herself.
She wrote dark storms of words
And ascertained the deceptive nature of journals.
She lied to others and she lied to herself.
She learned that sharp words leave scars,
Struggling each day to open her eyes
And walk toward the light;
Yet despite her best intentions, sometimes she strayed:
But hands were there to guide her back to the path,
And hearts were there to share her pain.
Growing and changing and coming to see
That she didn't have to understand humanity to be human--
She doesn't have to earn love to be loved,
And angels can hide in the oddest of places.
Of these trials and tribulatio