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 Fast4 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.
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
Angels on the Moon: Part 1There was once a girl named Evelyn.Angels on the Moon: Part 13 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
She lived in a small town.
She worked in a small town.
She sang in a small town.
Many people loved Evelyn's singing.
But she sang in a small town.
So it never took her anywhere.
She didn't mind.
She loved singing anyway.
But she hated her small town.
She hated the little restaurant she worked in.
She hated her boss who made her stay late without extra pay.
She hated that there was nothing to do.
She hated that nothing exciting happened.
She hated the fact that there was a man with a bow tie.
Who was still sitting there, drinking tea 2 hours after the restaurant had closed.
Twilit Parasite DiababaCome on! Dont tell me that monkey swinging scared you again?!?!Twilit Parasite Diababa7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Link was on one knee as he took a moment to grab his breath and steady his nerves a bit. *I know Im supposed to be the legendary hero chosen by the gods and all, but I still feel like the same old me and that was pretty scary.* He turned around to see the monkeys climb back up the branch and disappear into the many roots inside the hollowed tree. The last monkey, the one with the flower on her head and the first one he rescued, stopped in her tracks and turned around to stare at him before following her friends again. He smiled at the fact he could help animals that were trapped in this so called forest temple, but it suddenly dropped from his face as Midnas black face took up his whole field of vision.
Hello!?!? We have a fused shadow to find and I can sense it near us, so get a move on!
Link growled deeply as a wolf for a response and got up before he realized what he did. He loo
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
The Ballad of Eiy'ra HaizThe Ballad of Eiy'ra Haiz5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he don't answer any more.
Not the whiskey drinking Indian, the marine who went to war.
A beaten up jukebox played old country songs in the corner of the bar. Outside, the mid-afternoon sun beat down on the cracked clay floor. The rocks surrounding the small mining town of Cripple Creek almost seemed to glow in the heat, and the horizon was half-hidden by haze. The township went about its business under the watchful eye of the local Dominion garrison.
But those in the Pink Moon sheltered from that world. The barman, Townes, was an old war veteran with only one arm. In place of the other was a crude robotic substitute. He served up drinks with little more than a vice, powered by a handful of servos which were connected to his arm just below the elbow. He was strangely proud of the device he'd often joke that he'd never play piano again, but his sex-life had improved tremendously.
Old Ma Haggard sat at the other side of the bar, smoking. She, like alm
Lifesaver (human!Tavros x Reader)Tavros looked out over the thin wooden rail on the old, stone bridge. It was evening, and the setting sun cast an orange blanket across the entire sky. The water below flowed past, the flashes of light from the ending day sparkling on the moving waters surface. Despite the beauty of the area around him, Tavros was consumed by melancholy feelings.Lifesaver (human!Tavros x Reader)3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Placing a tan hand on the weathered wood, the only thing keeping him from falling down to the river, Tavros glanced into the waters depths. It was deep, this area of the river. There were sharp rocks under the surface; that was why people never liked boating around here. Barely anyone used this forgotten bridge, either. So no one was around.
No one would see him jump.
No one would notice his disappearance from the world.
Tears pricked his eyes. This is what he wanted, wasn't it? To escape the bullying, the name calling.
"Why all the medical care, dork? Your body failing you as much as your brain does? You're that weak? What, too scared to s
.CRY.WOLF.A sonnet so sweet but she was clandestine in dread.CRY.WOLF.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For a Wolf bore her skin upon his fine crowned head.
“So cry wolf!” they would say when the time came
But in grandmother’s bed lay the wolf untamed.
He waited until they were gathered in line
So that he and his friends would so chant and would so rhyme:
“Red riding hood, red riding hood, have you lost your way?”
‘My! What big teeth you have!’ She so sweetly would say
But the hunter is dead and the wolf’s out to play,
on this great and glorious sheep’s rapture day!”
A fine day it was when the wolves gladly feast
And so they were not worried of their lives in the least.
But his blood now stained his great and glorious throne
With the ravens overhead singing in crone.
“Down with the tyrant! Down with his schemes!”
And they sat and they cackled upon the high beams.
Watching and waiting with the felling of wings
As for that was the day when I, the Sheep,
The Five - a short horror storyIt's amazing what you can get used to. It's gotten to the point that I'm actually glad it happened, whatever the hell "it" was.The Five - a short horror story3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I guess it's been about a year now, and I'm pretty sure they operate on a roughly five week loop, or what I call "the five." They just thoughtlessly repeat the last 35 days before they...died, I guess. It's hard to tell, since their bodies are as warm and fresh as the day I woke up to this ridiculous new world. They never starve, they never age, they just relive the five over and over for as long as it's physically possible. It took me a while to get over the crazies, of course, and I came close to killing myself countless times. At first, I held out hoping I might find someone else like me, someone else inexplicably spared. By the time I gave up, I realized I was having too much fun to care.
The loop isn't perfect, of course. Things wear down. Accidents happen. A lot of them are sitting in their broken-down cars, still pumping the pedals unless I intervene. T
The Fate of FenrirChild of Loki, giant's spawn,The Fate of Fenrir11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Odin's doom in wolfish form.
Evil-born or betrayal turned?
By the Gods and people spurned.
Judged, tried, convicted through their fear,
of the threat you might be some future year,
They chose to bind you strong and fast,
though they knew it could not last.
They told you it was just a game,
something to test and prove your name,
they'd tie you up in every fetter,
but none could hold you any better,
Like silken threads you snapped each one,
steel and stone were soon undone,
finally they brought a ribbon, frail and thin,
yet some dwarfish magic sparked deep within.
Your suspicion roused, you tried to refuse,
they taunted you, "Afraid you'll lose?"
Angry, yet sly, you gave your permission,
on one firm, final, bloody condition.
One of the Gods, to prove it's in fun,
must place in your jaws, from wrist to thumb,
their own precious hand to prove it a jest,
before you'll fulfil this final test.
Without hesitation, Tyr volunteered,
the God of War seemed not a'feare
THE WATCHERTHE WATCHER3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It's just...a lot to take in, you know?"
Deathsong had taken Icepaw out to a clearing in the middle of the territory. He was upset but had calmed down from his earlier fight with Patchstar. Icepaw nuzzled against him reassuringly.
"Deathsong, it doesn't matter who kitted you; it's what you do with your life now. And you're a warrior! I'd say that's pretty amazing." Icepaw mewed, hoping to cheer her mentor up.
"I just wish I'd known sooner. Why did they have to keep it a secret from me?" Deathsong wondered aloud.
Icepaw shifted on her paws uneasily. "Would you have left and gone to PebbleClan, if you'd known?" she asked.
"I don't know..." Deathsong muttered. "I don't even know if things would be different. But I would have known. About Cursedstar. About Brackensoul. About Mothdust."
Icepaw sighed. "So Mothdust is the third cat, huh..."
Deathsong nodded. "Patchstar thinks that she can see dead cats too," he explained. "I wish I could talk to her."
"Why can't you?" Icepaw asked in
WhisperI want to create an aromatic sea of jasminesWhisper3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and stardust mountains of silver and —
Inkblot skeletons with paper mache
hearts, whose bones shall burn with one glance at the
sun; gravestones of blood diamonds and tears of thistles...
Harp strings ringing in grotesque harmony, screaming
for slender fingers to pluck and caress with devotion.
I want to write
These Words Aren't PrettyThese Words Aren't Pretty:These Words Aren't Pretty3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My verses are ugly and I admit to the fact
I can't use pretty language when I'm working with rap
Because the things that I write, are just the things that I feel
I ain't an Edgar Allan Poe or a Danielle Steel
And I'll be honest with you, I've got an envy inside
Because some poets got a flow that's as smooth as the tide
I read some stuff that they write, it's just so dope I ignite
Burning shame and my anger at the beautiful sight
And like birds of a feather, they're flocking together
These poets are the Gods and I'm nailed by the weather
But as the rain pours down, lightning resound;
I try to write pretty words but my lips remain bound
So deeply silenced by fear - the darkness I hear,
Afraid to be unloved by the ones I hold dear
I've hit the limit of time; my lyrical crime
These words that I've lived are just turning to grime.
So I wish I had their talent; just a sliver of that
If their skill was a mountain then I've broken my back
It's like t
Homestuck: 7 Minutes in Heaven - EquiusYou reached into the box and pulled out a little statuette of a dumbbell. You thought to yourself about how completely adorable it was, and you thought even more deeply about the fact that you were now going into the closet with Equius.Homestuck: 7 Minutes in Heaven - Equius2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Equius, come on down!” Dave cried, laughing afterwards. He was pretty damn slurred.
You watched as Equius carefully made his way to the front. He looked down at you from his tall stature with no expression. You could see that he was sweating pretty badly. He seemed to be almost... trembling?
Dave shoved the two of you in the closet and locked the door. Once the door was shut, everything was sort of quiet.
“So, what do you want to do?” You asked casually.
Equius didn’t move. “I don’t think we should be doing things of the lewd nature, [Name]...” He muttered, turning his head away from you.
Of course Equius wouldn’t do anything with you. That was just his nature. He wanted to be a gentlemen, or at lea
This is for the ReaderThis is for the Reader:This is for the Reader3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With the soft touch of his fingers
The piano begins to play, a heart untouched for so long
Bares its secret melody...
When I first started out I couldn't avoid just bein' cold
My life revolved the things that I was always told
I never knew the warmth of standing up to take a bow
It was not a joy that I would ever-ever be allowed
Through all the days I feared that everything would disappear
You held me up and held me close like I was something dear
I never knew I had a part of me that you would like
I guess that's what you feel when you can't even see the light
So this is the only way, that I can
Properly express my thanks
For everything you've done for me
This my way of thanks
My way of thanks
My way of thanks
I can't remember how many times I said I'd quit the game
It felt like I was hitting blocks and always feeling lame
But then you taught me that no matter what, you were here
You read the worst of my works and put
Tavros x Imaginary!Reader - BelieveTavros loved his imaginary friend. The two of them were the best of friends, always chatting and playing silly games. His imaginary friend’s name was Rufio. Tavros thought he was just the coolest, and he always wanted to be like him. That’s what best friends had always wished, right?Tavros x Imaginary!Reader - Believe3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Even though Tavros and Rufio were best friends, no one believed Tavros when he said that Rufio was real. Gamzee pretended to think he was there, but it was never real. Karkat just scolded him for it. Dave said that only babies had imaginary friends. Even Jade, one of his closest human friends said that she had given up her imaginary friend when she was five and that it was quite childish to have one at his age. It always made him so upset that no one believed him.
However, there was one girl who did believe him, and that girl was [Name].
[Name] was always there for him. Every moment of every day, she would be right by his side. At school, she would help him with his homework. At home, she would
Waking NightmaresWaking Nightmares:Waking Nightmares3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It begins in the same way, every single night
Fire spreading from an altar in the darkness
As all living beings are slowly consumed,
The coruscating flames appear wet with blood
The scene then changes to a flooded hallway
Live wires dangling just above the water,
Like venomous serpents slithering in the darkness
A single pounce would end my life
Eventually the hallway ends with a door,
One that reminds me of forgotten yore
And my thoughts shall be in rhyme at this point
As though lips and tongue are eternally joint
What maddened schemes have they in mind?
It is not a question, I may ask at this time.
Quickly I am brought before a bone-wrought throne
Kneeling as my flesh is carved 'Atone'
My thoughts return to me and they are normal now
I somehow retain awareness of where I am.
I see before me, a creature rising;
From the shadows it grins and bares its fangs
'I am the end, which you so desperately seek,
And the mo
Homestuck: 7 Minutes in Heaven - JohnYou raised your hand from the box and pulled out a small hammer. It seemed to be a replica of the hammer John had always used as a weapon. You smiled to yourself, knowing that being in the closet with your goofy friend Egbert would certainly be a time to remember.Homestuck: 7 Minutes in Heaven - John2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Aye, Egderp! Get your ass up here!” Dave shouted, nearly tripping over himself. Dave was pretty hilarious when he was drunk, and gog damn was he drunk.
You watched as John navigated his way to the front. He stood in front of you, the usual toothy grin plastered on his face. “Oh, hey [Name]! Are you excited?”
Before you could even think of answering, Dave pushed the two of you in the closet and shut the door. You muttered ‘yeah’ under your breath to answer John’s question, but you were pretty sure he didn’t hear.
“So, what do you want to do in here for seven minutes?” John asked. This couldn’t help but make you giggle. John was so clueless to stuff like this. Y
Let It Snow [Jack Frost x Reader]You stared at the thermometer on the wall across from you in dismay as sweat dripped down the contours of your face, over the swell of your nose and falling down into the carpet. The red bar was all the way up to a whopping 98 degrees Fahrenheit, or about 36 degrees Celsius—and it certainly was obvious with the air conditioning in your house being broken. Of course, the fact that said house always had something wrong with it and why your father had decided to drag your family out in the middle of nowhere was still a question you pondered about seven months after the move.Let It Snow [Jack Frost x Reader]3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Wiping more beads of sweat from your flushed skin, (h/c) sticking to your forehead in damp clumps, you gave a small groan and fell back onto the couch in defeat. A fairly nasty heat wave had decided to stop by your area now that it was the middle of summer, correlating just perfectly with the sudden malfunctioning of your house's air conditioning. What made the situation even more lovely was the fact that your p
A lion among sheep.There are ghosts in my bloodstreamA lion among sheep.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
kissing concrete cells &
the bedroom eyes of nerve endings.
( foreign words
engraved into my marrow, birds in my chest
& wars not yet fought between my hips. )
I've taken myself apart every night
since I learned how to swallow a pen
limb by steady limb.
Passed around by grabby hands,
a sold, & borrowed daughter;
I am a lion among sheep,
drunk on life & ink.
Teacher!PrussiaxSmart!Student!Reader: SecretTeacher!PrussiaxSmart!Student!Reader: Secret3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Gilbert Beilschmidt was your most favorite teacher in the entire school. Though, you enjoyed going to all of your classes, you enjoyed his class the most. You never lead on that you actually feelings for your teacher nor were you going to do that; everyone would probably laugh at you. Hey, everyone had a crush on their teacher at one time or another.
"(Name), I heard Mr. Beilschmidt has a surprise test for us today." Your friend said, walking up to you at your locker.
You shut your locker, shaking your head. "You think? How do you know it's not someone playing some sort of prank?"
Your friend shrugged her shoulders, snaking her arm underneath yours. "Never know~! Not that it matters to you, you'll pass it anyways."
You began walking with your friend to your classroom, your favorite one, since it was Gilbert's class. "You act like I know everything, I don't." you said as the two of you entered the room.
"You're lying, you do." Your friend replied as she let go of your arm, taking
Story of Our Lives Signless x Reader"I'll tell you a story children, it is a tale as old as you'd care to think. I shall tell you of the Signless and his matesprit." A soft spoken old woman addressed the children but her nose crinkled when they all let out a chorus of groans.Story of Our Lives Signless x Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Old lady D, we know about the Signless and the Disciple! Tell us a new story, everyone knows about 'The First Ship'!" The old woman shook her head, her long black hair moving gracefully.
"No children, that is not a true story. History has changed the tale, there was nothing with the Signless and his Disciple. Though she did wish it to be so. No, his blood pusher belonged to another. Though his matesprit is shrouded the darkness of unknown, if you wish I could allow you to know of her. His precious (Y/n)..."
The children looked at the elder expectantly, now eager to learn of the Signless' lover. The old woman chuckled at their change of heart and got comfortable.
"I will now tell you the story of (Y/n), The Shrouded." Her voice dipped low, making
DishonouredDishonoured:Dishonoured3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He stands before the adoring crowd,
Basking in their cheers and standing ovation.
But he has already been dishonoured -
By means of his perverse innovation.
For none could know of the dark secret;
About the art that he claims to be his own.
It is naught but an illusion, smoke and mirrors -
A theft for which he must atone...
But this disgusting creature, this worthless abhuman;
So desperate for the glory which he sees upon the stage!
Will quietly don the skin of another;
An urge he must assuage...
Biting his nails, a cracked smile upon his lips, he whispers:
"No one will know, no one will find it and I am great..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 24th October 2012