Burning Out, and Falling FastYou're sitting in your parents' old corvette (if you had bothered to check, you'd know it was older than you), flicking your eyes between a lighter in one hand, and a box of matches in the other. You forget when fire became such a need, a distraction.Burning Out, and Falling Fast3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Spencer is right beside you in the car, his fingers stroking idly at your forearm, watching you with hooded green eyes.
"If you want to die," he says, "then just kill yourself, but do it with style."
You met The Boy Under the Sycamore Tree when you were four. Your mom encouraged you to go see the lonely boy, and when you first went over to him, he ignored you. The Boy Under the Tree, that's what you called him for the first day you knew him, was a little older than you with dark hair and smoky green eyes.
With encouraging looks from your folks, you walked right next to him and sat down, pressing your back against the tree's rough trunk.
Part-Time HookerI inhale smoke and dirty thoughtsPart-Time Hooker2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(sleeping with a waste-of-calories
with no sex appeal. her heart
the volume of
smell increases as it's
getting hotter than a
I don't mind her
cold hands around my --
burned out lights form a
silhouette; film this on
screen like a dream
you can watch or hear.
but she doesn't scream;
her bones suffocate me
as she's wrapped around
my body -
she's stiff, cold, dry.
sleeping with a waste-of-calories
with no sex appeal. her heart
doesn't beat. )
Until I can't breathe.
Eternal SleepA sirens song,Eternal Sleep2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Calls my name,
Sorrowful and beautiful,
Filled with pain,
The call of death,
Promises of peace,
An eternal one,
Of endless sleep.
Her open arms,
Hold me close,
As the coldness
Of death takes hold
Numbing and frozen
As the pain eases away
I close my eyes
And with my last breath
Say your name....
Weakness [Armin Arlelt x Reader]He was both your weakness and your will. You would most likely give up and crumble if he was to ever leave, and yet you would most likely stand up and fight if he needed you. He was the flame that determined whether you could continue in the darkness or not.Weakness [Armin Arlelt x Reader]2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You admired him, to say the least. Armin was your role model, if that was the right title. You loved how he knew almost exactly what to do and say. And yet, it hurt when he gave up. You could hear through the walls, wailing and sniffs, though he tried to be as silent as he could.
Most nights, you wanted to crawl out of your bed and lie next to him, comforting him, telling him it would be alright. But you weren't as brave as people made you out to be, at least not when is came to love.
Yes, that's right, love. Though you would call it admiration, you knew deep down inside that it was love.
And that was when you realised he became your weakness. On the battlefield, you did all you could to protect him, even if he never saw it. As lon
BreathBreath inBreath2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Held in and suffocated
Trapped and struggled
Ichigo x Reader x Toshiro[ Bleach doesn't belong to me obviously or I'd be so rich right now. :CIchigo x Reader x Toshiro3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You - You
IRS768 should be posting the other half at some point, I originally typed this on my phone then copy and pasted it here from that inkpadnotepad site ]
"So are you going to introduce me to your new friend, Kurosaki-kun?" The orange haired girl asked. You had only seen her a few times since you transferred to the new school, but she seemed like a nice girl.
"Hm? Oh. _____, this is Orihime; Orihime, this is _____. Introduction over," Ichigo said blandly. The only reason you assumed he was hanging out with you was because he was assigned by your homeroom teacher to make you feel "at home" in your new school. You didn't see it as necessary though, you believed that you were fully capable of getting used to it on your own. You actually kind of liked Ichigo though- not that you'd really ever admit it though.
"Hello," you said, trying to hurry up and get it over with. But she wasn't going to let you off that easi
This moment.It doesn't matter that what hurt me five years ago hurt me thenThis moment.2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
what matters to me is that it hurts to this day
I'm not concerned with the idea that the pain will still be there in years to come
The persistent thought is that it hurts now
and in this moment
the pain is unbearable.
NaNoWriMo - Swordless Stone - Ch2NaNoWriMo - Swordless Stone - Ch22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
An unusually large wolf sat regally before a small figure. He was completely dark-gray, almost black, with feral eyes the color of fine white wine. From the crown of his skull to the tip of his tail ran a darker section of fur that looked like a horse's mane or maybe a lizard's spines. It was hard to say if it was because he was large or because the girl was small that they were the same height. Her hair was the same color as his but hers shone like buffed hematite. The brilliant luster was dulled by a disregard for hygiene. Shorter, gently wavy locks framed her face while the longer locks fell about her shoulders and the longest reached the middle of her back. She wore only a tunic and loose breeches. Her feet were bare and her hands cradled something to her stomach.
"Amaryllis. You are still unable to look yourself in the eye." The wolf was soft and chiding but firm. When he raised his chin a little, a brass collar showed beneath his scruff. It was ornate all around and decorated
Across the Apartment - Chapter 1You sighed. It had been a pretty shitty day. You had failed your Exams for collage, your car broke down (Which meant you had to pay big bucks for repairs, something you currently didn't have) and your boyfriend had just broken up with you via text (The spineless bastard). You were carrying your shopping and were just crossing the road.Across the Apartment - Chapter 13 years ago in Settings More Like This
There does the plastic bag. You groaned in anger and picked your now leaking milk up andbashed up bread. Hopfully, this day wouldn't get any worse.
Suddenly, you saw headlights and heardlaughing. You turned and saw a car metres away from you! You went to scream as it drove towards you but you didn't feel any impact, infact, you were lifted from your feet! You opened your eyes to find you bridal style in a man's arms! You looked up at this man and a breath hitched in your throat. Damn, he was hot! Spiky blond hair, cap, white shirt (With OVIOUS muscles showing though), gloves that just covered his palm and black trouser. And what in the sweet fuck wa
Get moving (RivailleXReader)A piercing, ear-splitting scream cut through the air, your body flailing and struggling fruitlessly against the titan’s grip. It shouldn’t have been a difficult task for you at first glance; it was only a six-foot class after all, but despair had struck you when you ran out of gas. Its strong fingers grasped you tightly in response to your struggling, a blank expression on its enormous face.Get moving (RivailleXReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You realised the scream was yours as it repeated on a higher note, getting shriller and shriller the more closer the monster raised you to its wide-open mouth. A sickening smell engulfed you, coming from its mouth. Pieces of…. others were still in there, you saw in panic and great revulsion. Again you struggled and screamed, even resorting to biting the damned thing’s finger – not that it had any effect on him, except for it releasing a mournful wail which blasted your eardrums.
A flash of metal and the swishing click of someone’s manoeuvre gear and- the titan
Uncle Tom's CabinFor those of us who grew up on Evansdale Street, Uncle Tom's Cabin had a double meaning: first, it was a book on every parent's bookshelf that was both a regret and a reminder, and second, it was that ugly old shack that stood (well, sort of stood) at the end of Evansdale Street, where Brookwood's residential area finally gave into the woods. The older kids would spread the legend that the shack once belonged to an old fisherman named Tom, and that we were allowed in it every day of the year except September 1st, because that was Tom's niece's birthday and we had to leave them the house so their ghosts could celebrate.Uncle Tom's Cabin3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Aside from that, Uncle Tom's Cabin was our hangout year-round:
In the winter, the shack became a research facility that managed to switch locations from the North to the South Pole daily while the ten of us waddled through knee-deep snow to search for Yeti and polar bears and dancing penguins.
In the spring, it was a king's castle we defended against dragons that looked
Remedial OppositionCease with making promises that you cannot ever keep—Remedial Opposition2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
can you not see this loathing becoming even more deep?
Halt in your useless words of comfort, telling me everything will be okay—
how can you say such things so simply, when you are never here day by day?
Refrain from acting as if you can turn my world from bleak to bright—
when was the last time you truly changed every wrong thing to right?
It was such a simple pleasure, back in those days;
just one word from you made gold from the grays.
A luxury it was, I now see that more clear than glass;
for those times are done and gone, having long since passed.
Indulgence was my sin whenever thoughts of you jolted through my brain;
it is a laughing matter at how correspondence with you now causes me pain.
You say you want to help me, you say nothing will ever be my fault...
but is that true, when you regret my slow change from child to adult?
You know I tried my damnedest to continue being your best friend...
but what is t
The Wayward Astronomer: Ch1The Wayward Astronomer: Ch14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Halcyon Adhil stared up at the nighttime sky and marveled at the sheer explosion of color pouring down from the heavens. He could see the gamma ray bursts from supernovas, the fiery ultraviolet from a young main sequence, the smoldering infrared from an ancient red giant in the final stages of its existence. He was looking into the past as he looked up at the heavens, a silent witness to events that had transpired eons ago.
Hal blinked his orange reptilian eyes and squinted as a fierce gust of wind pelted his body with stinging glittering flecks of snow and rock. His tail turned away from the wind, coiling up tightly to conserve body heat. Among the DreamKeepers of Anduruna he certainly had not met any that looked much like him, a body with origins as ancient as the heavens themselves. Halcyon was a feathered reptile; a raptor. Neither dinosaur nor bird, he found himself on the terminus between two eras of evolution. His dark green scaly skin was almost entirely covered by jet black pl
DefianceDefiance3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Quite a lovely cage you built for her, huh?"
Messirama strode slowly across the room, her arm crossed on the chest in a slightly contemptuous stance. "Now what? Are you planning to keep her in that room for the rest of the fucking time? Feed her like a bird?"
Apparently unconcerned about her rowdy attitude, Vehnas lazily raised his head from the book he was reading and glanced at the woman, which now stood before him.
"Oh dear, dear... holding a grudge, aren't we?" He addressed her casually, "I wonder what could that be for..."
She huffed at his mocking tone and leaned nonchalantly against the wooden bureau behind her, folding her arms tighter against her breast. "Really, as if you had to guess."
He turned his attention back to the book, the beads of his bracelets tingling lightly as he leafed through the pages. "Leave now, darling. As much as I enjoy having your gorgeous self around, I can see you're going to start talking soon, and it just detracts from your whole 'being
SorryI'm sorrySorry2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
for what I done
But you left me with
so much hurt
So many mistakes
Too mant regrets
Do you even care?
Did you ever
Forget it all
AbsenceShe used to lie awake all nightAbsence2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
consuming letters with voracity;
it was the utopian lair she created
to slip away from the turbulent world.
Only too soon she learned
that you can't always hide
within parchment crevices.
(reality always finds you)
Even now, when she yearns to fall between printed canyons,
she can't help but curse those passive and lethargic days;
"It's too damn easy to fall in love with words on a page."
Ask the Artist interviewAsk the Artist interview2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Interview with `loish
~MemoiresDuneFille asks "Loish, what inspired you to become an artist?"
I can't say that anything specific really inspired me. It was more a natural progression. I have been drawing since I was very young and honestly do not remember when I even started doing it, but I do remember always enjoying it and seeing it as my 'talent' throughout elementary and middle school. By the time I had to make a career choice in high school, I decided to do pursue it professionally because I just couldn't stand dividing my time between schoolwork and making my personal drawings. It was torture! So I felt I had to do it in order to stay sane :] That's pretty much how it went!
*merry-zazoue asks "You're doing both animation and illustration, how can you manage to have a good level in both? I'm an animation student and I love illustration too, do you have any advices? Aside working like crazy of course! I'm already doing it ^^"
I think the main reason I do both is because
Attack on Titan Seven Minutes in Heaven ErenAttack on Titan Seven Minutes in Heaven Eren1 year ago in Romance More Like This
“So, who wants to go first?” Looking across the crowd of people as she munched on the remains of a loaf of bread Sasha awaited a response. “No takers at all? Well, I guess that means I'll have to pick someone out by hand.” She swallowed down the last bit of bread and marched back and forth, finally stopping at you. “You, you can go first.” Sasha quickly pulled you up out of your seated position, and half dragging you back to where the bag of items was. “Go ahead.”
“This really isn't a good idea at all. What if we get caught goofing off like this?” Moving quickly, hoping that your fears wouldn't come true, you simply grasped the first thing you got your hands on. It was a small golden key, and you immediately know who it belonged to. “Eren, I got your item.”
Before you could turn away from the bag, Eren had snatched the key from your hand and replaced it around his neck. “You're probably right about us ge
Autumn AutopsyAs lovers,Autumn Autopsy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we were reckless;
in a field of mines.
We traded kisses
and carefree caresses
and blackened skin.
at the cost
of darker afternoons,
of the dying season;
We didn't ask,
we never questioned
of our expenditures.
I shed my skin
in the Autumn of youth,
the viscera and
bared the bone --
a scarecrow of worms
and raw meat,
amongst the stalks
of reddened corn.
to dusty artifacts,
laden with memories
of decaying potency;
rising from the cooling wick
will never be
as sweet as
when the flame
WolfBreathe into me andWolf1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rake your teeth down my throat
Like a wolfs yawning maw
Because can't you hear me crying
Or am I simply lying when I say
My what big teeth you have
Shan't it be a pleasure
For you to rip out my throat
As you have
Traditions"I'm tired of following traditions, Sokka. I don't want to get married. I'm only fourteen for Tui's sake!" Katara threw her hands up in frustration, pacing the snow covered ground.Traditions2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Sokka scoffed and rolled his blue eyes, "C'mon, Katay, it's not that bad-"
Katara whirled on her brother, her lips hardened in an angry line, "Then you get married to the Fire Nation prince!" Se kicked her foot, makin contact with the leg of the chair next to her.
She cursed silently as pain shot up her leg and Sokka attempted and failed to hold back a chortle. "K, it won't be that bad. You don't have to like him, converse with him, or even be around him. You just have to put up a show when the officials are around you. I know you can do this."
Katara sighed as she realized her brother was right. She was great at putting on a show. But she hated the fact that she would have to be fake. All so her people and the prince's people wouldn't fight. She groaned, "Fine..."
He grinned and rubbed her back sooth
"fuck you"Fuck you"fuck you"9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
by tiffany smith
roses are dead
violets are too.
I am in love but not with you.
you thought you hurt me and made me cry.
But i was in love with another guy.
Simply cause you had no class.
All you can do is kiss my ass.
you sit around and talk your shit,so fuck you.
you thought you left me but i left you.
what my man is doing you can't do.
you tell your homies you played me like a bitch.
but i tell my girls you have a small dick.
you said you loved me but it wasn't true.
so guess what mother fucker i played you too.
Kid!Tavros x Ghost!Kid!Reader - Every NightTavros laid in bed, his eyes half-lidded and his hand ready to cover an upcoming yawn. He was extremely tired, but he knew he must stay awake. It was almost 12:00 a.m. The boy just had to stay up a bit longer, and then he would be fine. He opened his eyes as wide as possible and watched the clock.Kid!Tavros x Ghost!Kid!Reader - Every Night2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The hands slowly clicked along, both the big and little hands pointing at the 12. He glanced over at the corner, and sure enough, you were there.
You weren’t very tall, only being the age of seven. You wore a jumper with some tennis shoes that were covered in flowers. You remembered them being your favorite shade of [f/c], but alas, you were nothing but pale and white now. You held out your hand, wiggling your fingers as you waved at your best friend.
“Uh, hi [Name],” Tavros whispered, a sweet little grin appearing on his face.
“Hi Tavvy, how are you?” You asked, smiling back at him. You ran over to his bed and jumped on him. “I