Devious DeviantsWhen Erysne said to me that at DawnsBreak only prosaix would set me free.Devious Deviants2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It turned my world around, straight into a divine--apathia
If only I could MasterInsanity
My PuzzledHeartBox cringed at the thoughts of what this Penhuin's SanguineLaw could be.
LudwigvanKickass2 advised me to play my ElectricDidgeridoo, said the kitsumekat would appear to me too.
Alas t’was but Smoppet who appeared before me, said not even LegendarySuperman would save me from MorbidiaDrekk.
So here we are.. waiting on prosaix the waist-of-time to shake my hourglass upside down.
But I’ve just got time enough to WiggleWaddle my Ninjaslug, and KissTheSunrise goodbye. As shadee cast me within the abyss of WhiteDivinity.
MisterTurtle glared upon me and said, yes ItsTrueIStalkYou. As PuzzledHeartBox spiraled down, he could still hear him say: "Is my namenotrequired, to forge his obit
Blue-Eyed BoyI'd loveBlue-Eyed Boy11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to go swim
ocean blue eyes,
I will drown.
Tremors: PrologueBilly rolled over attempting to calm the thudding heartbeat in his chest through the solid block of sleep that had settled over him. The room was quiet and dark, characteristics commonly found at two in the morning, except for the shifting of his covers. That sound wasnt uncommon either however, what had originally started as mere rolling over gradually escalated into something considerably more violent. Only seconds had passed since the start of the nightmare plaguing his mind but already he was submerged in a feeling of terror.Tremors: Prologue7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
In a hellish dream he was struggling against multiple disembodied hands, all clinging to his wrists and ankles in attempts to keep him still. Even though they were failing outside of his nightmare, to Billy all the thrashing in the world wouldnt have enabled him to escape. He couldnt tell if they were cold or hot, but pain spread outwards from where they made contact until all of his skin felt like it was on fire. Grunting in effort, he pulle
A lovely haikuHaikus are easyA lovely haiku8 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
But sometimes they don't make sense
Human Experiences 17 part 2Human Experiences 17 part 24 years ago in Romance More Like This
N's eyes fluttered open, his heart thudding uncomfortably fast against his ribs. He took a deep steadying breath as he reoriented himself to reality. His hands inspected his neck thoroughly, checking to make sure that those vice-like claws of his memory were left behind in the realm of sleep. As his eyes adjusted to the semi-darkness of the little hotel room, he noticed that Touko, who was usually awake long before him, was still resting beside him.
N sat up and rubbed his still sleep-laden eyes. He felt utterly exhausted, both in body and mind. The weak light filtering in through the curtains was still a dull, washed-out shade of grey. He sighed, realizing that the sun was still an hour or so away from rising. He stretched out his arms and yawned, his head still buzzing with the discord of his memories.
I envy her so much, he thought, gazing at Touko through sleepy eyes. She is still able to sleep so soundly after all that has happened to her. I guess it's easy w
An, Ann, n Anny Chapter 1Author's Note: Personally, the first time I had my period, it didn't really hurt at all. From then on, however, most of my periods have terrible aching cramps that can make me cry. I've heard, however, that some girls have bad cramps when they get their periods for the first time. Every girl is unique, I imagine. So if this seems unrealistic please remember that I'm not a doctor, and this fanfiction is based on VampireMeerkat's alternate universe based on the cartoon Ed, Edd, n Eddy. The cartoon itself is insane at times.An, Ann, n Anny Chapter 14 years ago in Romance More Like This
Also, please forgive any spelling mistakes or grammar issues and if I accidentally refer to the characters as their original male versions I apologize.
The screams of the young girls cut through the still air like a chopping knife through butter. A tall, slatternly looking girl named An literally carried her two companions as she ran as fast as she could down the sidewalk. One girl she held was Anny, a very short person with long pale ha
Human Experiences 21Human Experiences 214 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Hello? Is anyone in this room?"
"Nygh," Atreyu groaned, still more asleep than awake.
A hard rap came to the door. "Hello? Is anyone there?"
"Wha?" he said, yawning as he rubbed his sleep-laden eyes. Another harsh, jolting series of knocks were unleashed on the door. He heaved a sigh and, with much effort, labored to his feet. "I'm coming, I'm coming. Hold your Rapidashes," he called wearily as he trudged to the door.
He pulled the heavy door open, perhaps with more force than was necessary, and surveyed the men standing before him. Serious expressions were plastered on their gaunt, sleep-weary faces. The younger of the two men flipped through a small notebook, pausing every now and then to jot down a note. This, however, was of no interest to Atreyu. The only thing he cared about was their clothing. They were dressed in the tale-tell navy of the police force.
Oh, great, he thought. I wonder what they're here for this time. "Good mornin
Human Experiences 19Human Experiences 194 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Face it, Touko, we're a little lost," N said sympathetically. "We've passed that Milktank farm three times now. Just admit you misread the map."
"Excuse me, but I think I know how to read a map," Touko huffed. "And, if we are lostand I'm not saying we areit's definitely not my fault."
"Oh, yes, definitely not," N said sarcastically under his breath. Stubborn as ever, I see, he thought, heaving an exhausted sigh. At this rate, we'll be lucky if we ever make it to Olivine City. "Why don't we rest for a moment and clear our heads?"
"Fine," Touko grumbled sourly, leaning moodily against the nearest tree. "I wanted to watch those Milktanks graze anyway."
N sat at the base of the tree she leaned against and pulled off his cap. The shade was a welcome refuge from the unnaturally hot sun. According to everything he had ever read about the Johto region, autumn was supposed to be mild and chilly. However, ever since they had arrived in Johto all they had ex
GreecexReader - The Four Tasks - Part 3GreecexReader - The Four Tasks - Part 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You are to sort all of these by evening." She disappeared. You stared at all of the many kinds of grains; barley, lentils, and poppy seeds. There were millions to sort out; you knew it was going to take more than an evening. As you walked closer to the grains, an implausible fixation began to happen. An army of ants assembled and started sorting all the grains. You watched with wide eyes as one by one they made their way to the grains and carried them on their backs. You sat back and watched the astonishing event.
Finally, the task was completed; every grain sorted, and not one left behind. Aphrodite returned just after the ants had left. She herself knew the task was far too complex to be done in one evening; there were just too many grains. She grew with rage and shrieked. "Someone has been helping you! You must complete another task by morning!" With that, she disappeared. You, on the other hand, couldn't believe you had to complete yet another task.
But she was right; you did rece
Human Experience 23Human Experience 233 years ago in Romance More Like This
The worse has passed now, Atreyu thought, sighing as he leaned back in his chair. In the past three days he had barely had a moment of rest; tending to Blayre had proven much more difficult than he had anticipated. He closed his eyes and rubbed them lightly. They watered and stung as he yawned, his limbs and mind heavy with the dense fog of sleep.
"How is he?" a cold, sweet feminine voice called.
Atreyu's eyes snapped open, his sister's voice jarring him out of an uneasy, light sleep. Noah stood lazily in the doorway, dressed in a floor length white satin gown. Idly, she twirled a bit of her hair around her pinkie finger, making the thin, deep purple ribbons she had artfully woven in her hair shine in the weak amber light of Blayre's suite.
"He will be fine, Sister," Atreyu said sleepily, turning his eyes back to his resting brother. "He is resting peacefully now, though he does cry out sometimes."
"I guess I over did it," she said lightly, laughing
Meant to be - 1st ShotMeant to be - 1st Shot4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A green haired young man, about 18 years old, stared at the black sky of the fresh night and a soft breeze played with his hair. If it wasn't to much work, he could easily count the stars, because not a single cloud was recognizable. It's been two years since he's felt this relieved. It felt like tons of weight fell of his shoulders. Finally he had reached his aim. Like a rebirth. For so long time he felt like he was dead, but this girl woke him up. Not actual gently, she won against him and with that fact, she destroyed his dreams of releasing the Pokemons of their "rude" owner.
Another soft breeze took his deep sigh away into the endless seeming nothing in front of him. He didn't know how long it has been, since he's looked up to the stars, thinking of the girl who ruined and coincidentally saved him. Saved from his absolutely crazy father, who has used him like a farmer at chess. Touko was her name, a brown haired girl with her own views of the world. Right now
Wolfsbane Part Five :wolf!PrussiaXReader: Wolfsbane: Part FiveWolfsbane Part Five :wolf!PrussiaXReader:3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
By the next week, you had fallen into a routine.
The dog shelter kept you more busy than you had ever been in your entire life, it seemed. The dogs were in constant need of feeding, getting their water changed, to be played with, brushed, given baths, and all the fun things that came with owning a dog. Only this time it was tenfold. Elizabeta and you worked hard every day to ensure the dogs were happy and content, and occasionally there was a visitor looking for a new pet.
During your stay with the pack, you had met the rest of the Shifters. Gilbert was the obvious Alpha, even though he was such an egotistical idiot. He did have his sweet moments, though. Ludwig, of course, was his Beta wolf. You couldn't help but laugh whenever Gilbert annoyed his younger brother. Elizabeta was an old friend of the two brothers, and she didn't Shift into h
Disney Crossover: Wendy + JimDisney Crossover: Wendy + Jim4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Jim was mopping the filthy decks of the Jolly Rodger when suddenly he heard shouting. He turned to see Captain Hook with Mr Smee, and they seemed to have someone with them. He moved closer to find that it was a girl about his age. She was a skinny brunette and wore a pale blue night-dress.
"Tie the girl to the mast Smee. When Pan discovers his precious Wendy is missing he will almost certainly come to us and then he will be forced to lead us to the treasure!"
"Aye aye Cap'n." Smee hated this whole business. If he were the Captain he would leave Neverland forever and live a quiet life with perhaps a nice cottage in the countryside.
Jim watched as this 'Wendy' girl got tied up. He found it very strange that she was not screaming or crying. The girls he knew back home would never be this calm in her position. Once Captain Hook left for his cabin he decided he would ask her why she was so quiet...
"Excuse me," Jim whispered as he mopped next to her, "Can I ask...why aren't you scared?"
In The Darkness I remainMy heart brokenIn The Darkness I remain4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blood coming from the hole
The hole where my heart used to be
As I fall onto my knees
Creating a pool on the ground
My blood and tears mixed
My breathing fast
Trying to grab the pieces of my heart
Trying to put them together
But they only shatter in my hands
My heart shattered
In the darkness I remain
Trying to scream for help
But no answer
Pain taking over
Pain stopping me from screaming
Stopping my blood from flowing
Switching the warmth into cold
My eyes turn empty
My breathing comes to a stop
And my last movement is falling on my face
The darkness I remain
The cold my friend
Death came to get my soul
Leaving my body in the dark
I wish somebody would hear me
Putting my broken heart together
But guess it's too late now
In the darkness I remain
Death got what he wanted
Nepeta and Eridan-HS FANFIC"Hey there,beautiful" Eridan said quietly, as he pulled Nepeta to him. She snuggled into his chest and he pulled his cape around them, protecting them from the outside world. He put his chin gently on top of her head and sighed. "What?" she asked,burying her head in his clothing. "Mmm,nuthin." He muttered,his arms holding her tightly.Nepeta and Eridan-HS FANFIC4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nepeta sighed. "I love you"
Missing YouHow is it that you and I have never clicked,Missing You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yet I find myself missing you?
Why did you cause me so much pain,
But I miss your friendship every day?
It's hard for me to even comprehend,
How these things begin to happen.
I can be completely happy,
Laughing, joking, along with him
And then when I'm alone again,
There's an emptiness that seems to never leave,
A longing that I can't express.
I think I'm waiting for you,
Waiting for you to get off your ass
And maybe realize that you might want to be my friend again.
Because that's what I miss about you,
Not the way that we used to kiss,
Or the way you used to cuddle me in the dark
With only the moon as a spotlight.
I just miss the way we used to be able to talk,
Long conversations that can last for hours.
Talking with you
Used to make those summer days go better,
Ease my anxiety before I parted ways with you.
I'm not exactly sure what happened here,
Why you suddenly became the way you did.
It's not easy for me to say I miss you,
Dark secrets of the pastRozdział I PragnienieDark secrets of the past3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ciemnozłoty piasek skrzy się w blasku porannego słońca. Od czasu do czasu, wiatr porywa te małe drobinki piasku i przenosi je kawałek dalej, tworząc kilkudziesięciometrowe wydmy. Stoję sam, otoczony tymi wydmami. Jestem ubrany w zwykły pomarańczowy podkoszulek, a na nogach mam ciemnogranatowe krótkie spodenki. Takie same, jakie nosiłem w wieku
15-nastu lat. Nie mam nic, a wokół mnie panuje absolutna cisza. Na horyzoncie nie widać, ani jednego zwierzęcia, ani jednej rośliny, świadczącej o tym, że mam jakieś szanse na przeżycie na tym pustkowiu. Wokół mnie jest tylko piasek, piasek i jeszcze raz piasek. To, że jestem tu sam, a w pobliżu niema niczego nie jest nawet takie złe
Poprawka, nie byłoby takie złe, gdyby ni
Evil Genius"Happy Singles Awareness Day everyone..." I sigh walking into the cafeteria to my friends.Evil Genius4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yep, it's Valentine's Day once again and for the eighteenth year in a row, I've yet to celebrate this day with a boyfriend.
I mean, who cares anyway? It's just some holiday the candy and card industries twisted for their own profit. Why does this one day matter so much? If someone truly cares about you, shouldn't they be showing their love and devotion everyday of the year, not some random day in February? But then again, I might change my mind completely if I actually did something special on this day.
"So, what are we all doing tonight?" I asked my group of girlfriends. "Are we going to the theater to watch some dumb romantic comedy or are we going over to one of our places to hang out? Oh and remember, we have to bring Violette." There's a long awkward silence. "Is something wrong? Do you guys have a problem with bringing my sister?"
I'm prepared to get into defensive mode when Risa speaks up,
GANONDORF: An Owner's ManualCongratulations, O Wonderful Customer!GANONDORF: An Owner's Manual5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
If you are reading this, then that means you have just purchased our latest model from the Legend of Zelda line-the Ganondorf Dragmire (version 1.0), from the lovely manufacturers of the Hyrule Company. Please carefully read through this guide in order to optimize on satisfaction and proper maitenance of your purchased model.
Name: Ganondorf Dragmire (will also respond to Ganon)
Location of Manufacture: Hyrule
Type: Evil Overlord
Height: Depending on where it is standing, the GANONDORF DRAGMIRE (ver 1.0) unit will differ in height. Its normal setting is at 6'5".
Weight: Most likely 235 lbs of pure synthetic musles.
Length: Not applicable.
Level of Skill: He's so amazing capable, you'll wonder how you ever managed to live without him. Oh, yes, he's that good.
Occupation: King of Evil, Hyrule's Bane, Sorceror-Thief, Gerudo King, etc...
Your GANONDORF DRAGMIRE (ver 1.0) comes with the following accessories:
[Male!ReaderxItaly]Worlds greatest Romance[Intro][Male!ReaderxItaly]Worlds greatest Romance[Intro]3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hm? Ah!" happily the small brown haired Boy reached for his book, before a taller and colder hand touched his, obviously another Person tried to get the Book too.
As Feliciano looked to the side he saw his Crush for two Years now, [First Name] [Last Name].
A Senior Grader. He blushed and quickly put his Hand down, "Uh.." he blushed even more, his green Eyes a bit widened.
"[L/N]...Senpai..." he looked at the older one, 'I wasn't paying attention. I'd been trying to just watch him from afar...' he then suddenly shrugged back, "Ah! S-Sorry! Take the Book please!" he blushed even more.
Ignoring the blushing of the other one the [h/c] young man looked at him through his reading glasses, "Why do you know my name?" the smaller on shrugged back as he remembered how he always had watched the taller male from a safe distance.
His Brother had said he should forget about that "Stupid Bastard" but he couldn't he knew he was in Love with his Senpai. 'I'd been watching him for two Years now. Thi
Reflections on the MetroThe population of the Metro car is sparse at eleven in the morning; people talk. The mother with her baby and young son, talking to her friend or sister or cousin sitting down. The young man and woman speaking exuberant Chinese, a language like a song. The group of students in floral dresses and Converse that my mom says look European because of their scarves. They're rapidly spewing French in the way teenagers do, only I've only ever heard it in English. It's comfortable, each of us with our companions, more like a restaurant or a museum.Reflections on the Metro4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
But at five thirty, at L'Enfant Plaza, when people are going home from work in their button-downs and suits and briefcases and iPods and tired eyes, it's different. Holding on to the silver bar above my head, I feel like I'm standing over the woman in scrubs holding her iPhone; I'm right by the doors they say not to lean on; it's crowded. And now everyone is silent, as if by proximity others can tell what they're thinking, and it's all they can do no
Critic vs Writer: A Conversation of ReconciliationI am a book blogger.Critic vs Writer: A Conversation of Reconciliation3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Since not everyone is familiar with the term, I'll go ahead and lay it out for you. I read, analyze, and write about books. I give my opinion on characters, setting, genre, style, and sometimes even covers. I say what works, what doesn't, and what I'd like to see.
In short, I criticize.
Back - back foul demon! Burn the witch! Don't come anywhere near me!
Yeah, I know you're all thinking it. What gives me the right to rifle through someone's hard work and put its flaws on display? Who do I think I am, slandering authors with false interpretations and quotes made out of context?
I'm a writer.
Yeah, of nothing but muck and lies.
No, no, I mean I write my own fiction. Or at least I did.
What, couldn't take some of your own medicine?
Yes and no.
Like most writers, I crave exposure. I want my work out there, read by the masses and enjoyed. DeviantArt, my blog, they're both small outlets where my writing can be seen.
But, as most writers