People Don't ChangeYou said people don't changePeople Don't Change2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
But I'd prove it's not true
Because I would change
And do it for you
You said people don't change
And maybe that's true
Cause the one who's not changed
Surely is you
HIS Chemical RomanceHe struts on stageHIS Chemical Romance7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You can't stop him now.
He's never alone
With the roar of this crowd.
With his band by his side
And a message to bring,
A band to save your life
Who knew this boy could sing?
He is a contrast with himself
Of only a few short year ago
Where he'd drink himself to sleep
And let the intoxication flow.
Addiction tore holes in his life
And he was going to take the rest
Depressions best friend almost
Silenced the beat in his chest.
Sweat, tears and vomit,
All strewn out on the floor
This was it, his very last drink,
He couldn't take it anymore
Now the vampires no longer bite
And the night no longer stings
Fist in the air he'll continue to fight
Can you hear the triumph in the words he sings?
Clean and sober
The OTHER light at the end
Walking, dancing, parading truth
That even the most broken can mend.
Those deep, dark circles
perhaps Permanently stain his eyes
But from each and every fall,
You know again he will rise.
Back on stage, hear them play tonight
The sink holes of
Nothing to See (Being Revised)I wouldn't have taken any notice if it hadn't been for the laughter. It wasn't merry or even cruel. It was the barbarous laughter of evil and vicious darkness and it chilled the marrow of my bones. Turning my head to look down the dim alley, I saw them: a semi-circle of four men focusing on their entertainment for the evening—namely, a fifth fellow and what I assumed was merely a cheap piece, some drugged up doxy earning a wage for her next fix.Nothing to See (Being Revised)3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Oh God, how I wish she had been a whore. Some pathetic moll who let herself be roughed up and down for a few bucks, but this was no whore. I wasn't innocent; I'd seen plenty of cocottes and the looks in their eyes that craved money or men or both and I'd witnessed the haunting desperation for something better, along with a resignation to what they had. This woman—so very young—this wasn't a two-bit cyprian, down on her luck, trying to make a dollar and feed a habit.
Bruises marred her
we're all dying in the end.You better remember these words, I'll only ever say them oncewe're all dying in the end.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I often wondered why the world seemed so dark even when the sun was showing itself against the bright blues of the sky. Maybe I found myself moving closer to the shadows than to the light. Maybe I just wanted to feel alone instead of alive. Maybe I just loved the dark.
You stopped playing with cookie-cutter hearts and instead made it your mission to put mine back together. Too bad my heart is like a game of Perfection. All the pieces have a specific place they have to go, and if you don't get them all in before time runs out, they fall back out again. You insisted you would figure it out somehow. I insisted that I'm the kind of puzzle that's near impossible to solve. There were just too many x's, and too many o's. Maybe I liked the idea of little pieces of my heart falling out to leave a trail I could follow later. Maybe I just liked games.
I never believed in magic, but I was all too quick to believe that dreams come
Archery.Gerard Way's just a bit violent. That's why he likes playing croquet. He imagines all those little balls are his classmates, and the wickets are rings of fire that smother his peers when they pass.Archery.3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
So, he doesn't miss the chance to sign up for the newest class their private school offersArchery.
He knows he won't be that good at it, but it'll be fun to think about shooting sharp arrows into targets or his classmates.
The only problem is that he doesn't want to sign up by himself. That'll just make him a weirdo.
So, after the final bell rings, he walks out his Biology classroom and heads over to his friend's locker, knowing he'll be stuck in there.
Gerard has to kick at the white piece of shit before it opens, and it reveals his short friend sitting at the bottom of it, his phone in his lap as he taps away. Gerard hears him munching, and he suspects it's the bag of chips he hadn't eaten at lunch.
Gerard lightly knocks on the locker door. His friend doesn't raise his head. "Frank,
Expedition Letters to GraceDear Grace,Expedition Letters to Grace4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You told me, back when we were visiting Peru and I was feeling down, that I would eventually find my calling in life. I write to you now to tell you, quite happily, that I have.
I can't explain much about it at the moment, only that my sudden absence from the university is for a reason. As I write, I am currently en route to New York City, to visit their museums and get a taste of the culture. I told you before how I wanted to visit New York while I had the chance, and now I travel with purpose.
I will say now, that while what I am about to do may seem strange to you, even mad, I can promise you that I am of sound mind and am determined to see my ambition through. Never before have I felt so strongly about the rightness of my decision. I will explain more in time. All I can tell you now is that I am launching my own expedition, and that it will be unorthodox, to say the least. I write you because you are my oldest and dearest friend, and I feel I can trust you.
Give my best
-Living With MJ_Outtake Skits-From the twisted mind of Janie, I present to thee, CUT SCENES FROM "LIVING WITH MICHAEL JACKSON"!:-Living With MJ_Outtake Skits-5 years ago in Humor More Like This
(During scene of Neverland with lots of other kids. Michael and Martin are getting into the train)
Michael: C'mon, Martin, it'll be fun!
Martin: All right. *gets in, looks round at all the kiddies*
Michael: *hops down on seat, pats seat next to him* Sit here.
Martin: Oh, saved a seat for me? You're a very kind man. *slooooowly sits down. At just the right moment, Michael slips a whoopee cushion underneath Martin as he sits*
Martin: Hey, thanks a--
Kids: EEW!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAA
Michael: *fanning air* EEEWWWW!! MARTEEEEN! UGH!!!! *trying to hold back laughter* Aww, man!
Martin: WOT!? I didn't do anything!!! *picks up whoopee cushion*
*one girl comes up*
Girl: I thought we called *HIM* Smelly.. *points to Michael*
Michael: *hides face, slightly embarrassed, cr
3.14The boy sat on the edge of the wooden pier shivering as the ocean that once hugged him tightly dripped off his body in disgust, leaving only a thin layer of green sludge between his skin and the crisp air around him. The smell of dead fish rose out of the ocean grave and wrapped around him until his nose could no longer smell it at all. As the sun left the hazy blue sky, he watched the boisterous boats tread further into the ocean until they were eaten whole by the horizon. His stomach bubbled, gurgling as if to imitate a toddler drowning.3.142 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“You. Your shift’s been outta here for an hour,” a man, dressed in rubber rain clothes and black boots said. “We don’t pay ya to loiter after your deed is done.”
“You don’t pay me at all,” Pi mumbled, directing his eyes away from the murky green water and towards the man’s agitated eyes. “What? You don’t.”
“I pay ya plenty,” the man sneered, “for a rat-bo
Otherwise Good ConditionI have worn the same dressOtherwise Good Condition2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for four days, because
I am sick, exquisitely
black and gold, your drunk
dimestore Nefertiti. A
white stain announces
itself, a muddy star:
here. Undo yourself,
those sallow words you drink,
let the silk fall loose. I've got
a face like dirty laundry
and burial grounds --
What I touch becomes
unwell. I wear my hair
like it pains me,
like a little girl
sucking her teeth
at cars, the caked little
tombs of sugar that crumble,
under the hot milk
of the sun.
wade liberation warwade liberation war1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Boy was about nineteen. A young man really, but his face made him look younger. Girl was younger, maybe fifteen, sixteen. Peter Bowen thought as he kept his distance considering the situation, studying the several people involved.
City of wade was under Arenian occupation for over three centuries now, and Arenian trackers seeking out mages to be drafted to their military force was hardly an unusual event. Most people who were learned in spellcasting kept their skills hidden, and their weapons were creatively concealed.
Still give it enough time and any trickery will stand revealed. Trackers were by now very skilled in noticing anything with engraved spellcasting spiral. A ring, a stick, the smallest of things. They knew what they were looking for.
This was what baffled peter as he studied the unfolding situation. Boy was blatantly wearing two short swords with the casting spiral boldly and prominently visible on their handles. Either he was a fool, of a foreigner who decide
The White Parade: I of VIChapter I: The Patient(s)The White Parade: I of VI8 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
They call him The Patient.
No one is really sure what his real name is, save the doctors and nurses who treat him, I guess—but really, what sort of shitty general nickname is “The Patient” in a place like this? This hospital is full of patients—most of them running out of patience for their diseases and the treatments that are supposed to help them. But somehow… It doesn’t matter who you’re talking to, or who is talking to you; say “The Patient” with the right amount of inflection and people automatically know. It doesn’t matter how they know—they just do.
It isn’t that he’s remarkable in any way. He’s tall, thin—the thinness in him probably more from his treatments than his diet or lack thereof. His hair is so blonde that in some lights people must think that it’s white, or that he doesn’t have any. There is the possibility that some
Everyone had dreams.Remember, the heartless were first heartbroken.Everyone had dreams.7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
AmericaxReader- When the Angels Raise their Voices"Amazing Grace. How sweet the sound," you move your lips to the sorrowful strains of the song, no sound escaping your lips. "That saved a wretch like me." Tears fill your eyes.AmericaxReader- When the Angels Raise their Voices2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'This is wrong.' You think, your mind flashing back….
"Oh, say! Can you see by the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming;
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight!" sang a bawdy voice from outside the sick tents. You rose from your kneeling position by one of the cots and marched outside.
"For heaven's sake, what's all this racket?!" You demanded of the singer.
"I am just encouraging my men, ma'am." The figure grinned at you, blue eyes twinkling. He attempted to smooth down the ridiculous cowlick in his light brown hair. "I was just thinkin' that maybe my amazing voice might encourage them to get out of bed and back on the battlefield."
"These men are ill, sir. They need rest, not encouragement."
"You mean it should be quiet when they die." He st
England x Reader - Best Ways to ComfortEngland x Reader – Best Ways to ComfortEngland x Reader - Best Ways to Comfort2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Arthur jumped as he heard that shriek, followed almost immediately by a loud thump and a crash. He jumped up, flinging the book in his lap onto the floor and spilling his hot tea he had been taking a sip of into his lap in the process. The cup clattered to the floor as he leapt around in circles swearing for a moment, trying to distract himself from the burning. As soon it was slightly more bearable, Arthur ran towards where the sounds had been coming from.
His footsteps thumped on the wooden flooring of the old cabin as Arthur tore up the stairs and ran down the hallway, heading for the bedroom. He flung open the door to find (f/n) lying face down on the floor. Her torso was flat on the floor, while from the hips below she was on her side. Her hair flowed from her head in a messy and wavy pool, and her arms lay on the ground in positions that made her look like she was trying to claw tracks into the wood. For all Art
Almost Hero-Part 2 2P!AlfredxReaderAlmost Hero-Part TwoAlmost Hero-Part 2 2P!AlfredxReader3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
What Alfred had done to you to rattled you to say the least. However you still tried to not have it show too much, so he didn't have the satisfaction of scarring you mentally. You told Monica and she spared you of the "I told you so" speech. She only comforted you and helped you avoid the dark-skinned American as much as possible. You managed to do pretty well at that task for a while, but only for a while.
Eventually you did see him again, but thankfully no words were exchanged. You were in the hallway when you saw him. He didn't see you, in fact he was talking to another girl. She was...smiling. Well that is unexpected. Not really thinking you tucked yourself behind the corner and watched the two of them. Alfred's back was facing you so you didn't see his face, but that was good, that way he wouldn't see
Canada x Reader - Memory Loss Ch. 1You could hear your own futile attempts to breath, every gasp made your chest hurt. You didn't know what happened at all, your mind was a fuss as if a static noise played through it endlessly. All you remembered was that something hit you, very hard. And the next thing you knew, you felt like this. You tried to breath once more, another thick sting of pain shot through your chest as you did.Canada x Reader - Memory Loss Ch. 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But there was something you heard that cut through the noise in your head, a voice. Someone was calling you, it caused your eyes to snap open. There was a blur before your eyes, it slowly turned into a visible image of a young man. Your eyes quickly scanned the surroundings. Apparently you were lying on the middle of the streets, and a car had crashed into a wall a little further ahead. There was the sound of people talking rapidly and making attempts to figure out if the car's driver was alive. Some others were seemingly helping you with something, but what?
Only then did you realize that you were
Renfield's ClockThe package had no label or return address. It was just left on my front porch, wrapped in layers and layers of packing tape and cardboard, square and slim, about a foot and half in length. It was heavy as I picked it up and rather than open it there on the front porch, I brought it inside, and sealed my doom.Renfield's Clock10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Inside, I found a clock. It was clearly old, the rim ornately decorated with motifs of vines, and while I was no expert the material was suspiciously reminiscent of gold. It had to be valuable. I was bewildered as to why I'd find such a thing left on my front porch. I turned it over, inspecting each side of it, and that was when the note that had been tacked to the back slipped off.
'To the person who receives this,' the note read, 'I don't know you and I'm really sorry, but I had to get rid of this. It's killed both my husband and children and now it wants me. I'm sorry.'
For a long moment, I just sat there, the note in my hands, s
-MJ Court Skits 2004- SEASON 1-MJ Court Skits 2004-5 years ago in Humor More Like This
Well, guys, it was about time for another parody!! In light of the current situation, you gotta well, MAKE light out of it. I figure I'll start first.
So here ya go, straight from my whacked mind to your eyes for the displeasure of reading, the sequel to the Living With Michael Jackson scenes...... this is OUR courtroom now, Smelldon!!!
The people are REAL. The cases are REAL. Soda is $1.50.
(Courtroom scene. The jury is composed of various MJ fans, non-fans, and plain weirdos. The judge stand is empty.)
Jury member #1 [Jan]: *sips soda*
Jury member #2 [Sez]: Yo, dude. That soda is a dollar a pop, bring that over here.
Jan: No way!
Sez: *Vincent Price voice* You give it to meeee...
Jury member #3 [Dana]: You guys, stop it. .... THAT SODA'S MINE!
Decisions are FINAL. THIS is JUDGING JACKSON.
With an ALL-STAR cast of (in crap-abetical order).....:
BeAuTiFuL bReAkDoWnBeAuTiFuL bReAkDoWnBeAuTiFuL bReAkDoWn8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are Beautiful
She says shaking
To the mirrors reflection
As a tear runs down her cheek.
She hates who she sees and that will never change.
People love you
As her lips tremble
She traces the scars she has left on herself
A painting of her own destruction.
You are Beautiful
She laughs at herself
As she clamps a hand to her mouth
And the tears tumble down.
People care about you
She thinks of her friends
But they all seem so far away.
You are Beautiful
She bites her nails
And scratches at her arms.
Theyre all counting on you
but when were they there for her?
She did alright by herself (sometimes)
Youll be ok she cries.
You are Beautiful
She screams at the reflection.
And tears at the cold glass.
Youll be just fine
She falls to the floor
Touching the cold glass.
You are beautiful
Puddle-jumpingShe looks through a puddle to the hole on the other side.Puddle-jumping2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Some dreams fell down there a while ago, and if she can just snag a little of the bright ribbon at their tails, perhaps she could follow them in there.
I mean, it looks quite nice, what with all the blue glowing back at her pigtails, and the
clouds seem quite friendly. I wonder if they know hide and seek?
So in she jumps, wellies and all, but somehow only manages a splash and a splutter, and a muddy pattern over her socks.
But it doesn't matter - there's always tomorrow. She'll try again then.
For it's sad, really, when others look into puddles and all they expect to see is the ground.
My allotment"For a man is destined to but once to live and allotted to each one time to die. This is the way it has been and will always be."My allotment4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Well, I can't really explain how it all happened or even why, so you'll get no help that way. What I can do is tell you what happened and maybe you can help me with the rest.
I was born the same as everyone else, went to school in Bozeman hated it just like everyone else grew up, got a girlfriend, got a job nearby; you know, I was a normal person. I got married and had two kids. I never moved out of the area. When my eldest was just three, war broke out. The entirety of Western Africa decided that it would be a good idea to invade Europe. With the sheer force of their numbers, it only took a few days. They greedily set their eyes on the rest of the world and, joined by certain expansionist nations in Asia, they opened the tides of battle.
Being a patriotic man, as far as you can b
The Piano's SongThe Piano's Song3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tears of ivory,
waves of ebony.
reflect thy soul.
Ringing into the night.
Soft yet harsh in tone,
filling the room indefinitely.
Upon thy fingertips,
The keys glide,
Cold from the night's frost
Yet worn with usage.
A familiar place,
where one escapes,
coaxed by sound's distant call.
Thy ears are all one needs.
She is calling,
To bring thy heart out once more,
With an open soul,
Your heart will sing,
With the song she plays.
Among the keys thy soul is lost,
Stolen by the keys themselves.
Never to return, once played.
Engulfed by music,
so pure and sweet.
Forever an endless dream,
She will play whatever you desire,
as long as you are willing to spare,
a moment to listen to what she has to say.
Info about Slovakia for APH OC makers - HISTORYI decided to make my own "for OC makers" series, as Hoples did it (link in description). But I will tell you about another country - SLOVAKIA.Info about Slovakia for APH OC makers - HISTORY3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
In this episode I will tell you something about our history. Let's start from the beginning.
This would be dated before ages of the Principality of Nitra (short Nitrava).
Though Slovakia as a country gained its independence only in 1993, the nation itself is much older. The most extreme theories range from 50 000 BC to 18th century, however I certainly do NOT recommend you to use these for your OC. The most probable date would be set a little before 5th century which is date when presence of Slavic tribes was confirmed on the territory of Slovakia for the first time in documents.
Slovaks and their ancestors were during history described under various names, including Slovák, Sloven, Sclavus, Tót, Uhor, Vend, Meheran and other. First two are how they call