Down the DrainThey don’t make reruns like they used toDown the Drain3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I realize after the fourth bottle
After the first microwave dinner
Since I woke up on the couch
Five and a half hours ago
I’ve been counting in episodes
Of The Antiques Roadshow
Thirty-four minute runtimes
That run slower every second
An old woman has a piano
Worth four thousand dollars and
I doze off on my elbows
Before the elevator music starts
And wake up in the same room
That smells like something died here
Crusty eyes focus on a VCR
Glowing twelve o’clock
Noon or midnight? I ask out loud
Like some sort of weirdo
Now the old woman’s gone, thank God
I wish this television got pay-per-view
I wonder if that piano was really
Worth four thousand dollars
I don’t know how I found the courage
To press that button for the third time today
The other line clicking to voice mail
The microwave beeping four times
Every minute on the minute
They don’t make couches like they used to
Broken recliners and shabby upho
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.
Part-Time HookerI inhale smoke and dirty thoughtsPart-Time Hooker3 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.
Autumn AutopsyAs lovers,Autumn Autopsy3 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
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 14 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
DemonsEveryone has demons... Whether they're small ones, or big ones that haunt your every move. Zuko's demons, Katara noticed, were big. Every step he took, he breath he inhaled, every second of life was haunted by his past. By his sister. By his father.Demons3 years ago in Romance More Like This
And with every passing second, Katara realized that she wanted to soothe him. To alleviate his pain. To be the balm to his red, hot wounds. It wasn't a want, she decided... But a need.
She needed to be the cooling water on the burn in his soul.
Katara loved Zuko.
They say beauty is only skin deep,so hand over that defected scalpel in your bloodless handsThey say beauty is only skin deep,3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and watch carefully as I peel away this tainted skin
to make way for my blackened and corrupted
And everyone can finally see
the grotesque monster that lies deep within
this soiled excuse they seem to enjoy calling
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
then why is it that I can't stand
gazing upon my reflection
every time I pass by a mirror?
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 Night3 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
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]3 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
'my Night''my Night'5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I make constructs
draining the light
of an eccentric candle
but suddenly the night moves
into an impossible morning
and dreams dissolve in the wake
of an atomic sun
Children of Kira - Ch. 27“What do you mean we’re not arresting him tonight?!”Children of Kira - Ch. 273 years ago in Horror More Like This
Lorelai slammed her hands on the table, nearly spilling her father’s tea.
“I mean precisely that,” L stated as he nimbly caught the cup before any of the contents could escape.
“Kai will likely not arrive until after midnight and as you can see,” he gestured to the half-asleep task force, “we are not in the optimal state to arrest him.”
He set the cup back where it was before and resumed his thinking position, “if we wait until tomorrow and act as though we haven’t found anything, judging from his recklessness tonight, he is 15% more likely to slip up within the next few hours and give us more solid evidence against him.”
“Where did you get this video anyway?” Matsuda asked as he pressed closer to the monitor as though doing so would make things clearer for his sleep-deprived eyes.
“Ah…that’s not important, Matsuda-san,
EggsYou didn't eatEggs3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all my sins
that last night
you were in the city.
You said the taste
what you remembered -
no herbs or rocket
or strong black
fell from my bones -
a roast of haunch,
delicate as almonds.
You thought it would be
the spoiled yellow
and just enough
to keep you
BreathBreath inBreath3 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 Toshiro4 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
Eternal SleepA sirens song,Eternal Sleep3 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....
AbusiveGrip my neck tight and don’t let it go.Abusive3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Forgetting to let me breathe.
So I can taste blood, as I bite my lip.
Today is the day I please him.
With my innocent body.
“Admit you like it”
Rip my heart out, and drink the remains.
Then chain me to the bed, a neck with scars.
“Oh my oh my, you've been such a naughty girl”
Pitied by the daytime, it’s when vampires like you sleep.
“Oh my oh my, you've been such a naughty girl”
I just want to rip out your wicked heart.
Please forgive these tears running down my cheeks,
I swear I’ll devoid myself of all emotion.
Ah, I will moan when you command.
Listening to every will.
“I love you”
It hurts so much, the whips and chains.
I hate being tied down like this.
“I love you too.”
Sorry“I’m sorry” are two words I find my frightened self saying.Sorry3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
More than once actually.
I have a tendency to repeat myself when I’m jumpy.
Or when I’m busy bawling my eyes out.
“I’m sorry” are two words that often I say for no reason.
Even when an apology isn't needed.
I have a tendency to repeat myself when I’m jumpy.
Or when I’m having an anxiety attack.
“I’m sorry” I find the girls like me often say.
When they can’t seem to find the right words.
Or do some trivial mistake.
“I’m sorry” is something we all seem to say.
More than once actually.
We have a tendency to repeat ourselves when we are jumpy.
Or are having an anxiety attack, from some trivial mistake.
Black voidsA black void escapes my lips.Black voids3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the infection of pain takes over.
I’m screaming to an empty room.
In it lays all my fears.
My eyes are filled with parasites.
Seeing nothing but black.
Which leaks it’s way into my heart.
Trembling fingers, and sweaty palms.
Bugs clinging to my hair.
Nesting in my skin.
I have been contaminated.
By the sins of others.
Nobody can harm me now.
I have been contaminated
By the whispers of the heartless.
Reaching forth for some light.
It only seems to burn my skin.
My right eye has been removed.
And left with a hole.
Head spinning round’ and round.
Sitting in this dirty contaminated room.
A perfect fit for me.
The Fate of FenrirChild of Loki, giant's spawn,The Fate of Fenrir12 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
Highblood's Night Out (Gamzee x Reader)Highblood's Night OutHighblood's Night Out (Gamzee x Reader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I won't go so far as to mark this as mature content, as the violence really doesn't get a lot of detail, but if you hate anything with blood, then you've been warned.
Slam. Slam. Slam.
The pavement became wetter.
A low moan escaped bloodied lips.
The sound was monotonous. The rhythm was monotonous. The murderer's breathing was steady and monotonous. Everything was in sync, in pattern, except the victim's raspy breaths that were growing shorter. The killer didn't know the victim. The killer didn't need to know the victim. He just needed to kill. To calm himself. To pacify his instincts. To drive away the thoughts.
Releasing his grasp on the stranger's head of hair, he stood up an examined his work with uninterested eyes. Gore lay before him. A hollow, meaningless grin graced his lips before he turned and exited the dark alley, and onto the connecting street. This street had always been rather quiet. Now it was more
BeadsAnd I will weaveBeads3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and string glass beads across your skin.
I will pick them out - azure and turquoise
like the beach at noon
when the sand makes love to the waves.
I will decorate you in ivory and ivy
bands to kiss
your wrists and ankles and
I will teach your tongue wicked fortunes -
stories that only night can
follow and languages
man is too afraid to speak.
You will wear me
silk and water -
the warm rush of magic,
a noise that rumbles fiercely
and grows restless
in the dark.
Dying From LoveDying From LoveDying From Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
His sweet words touched her heart
Now it is bleeding and torn apart
His gentle touch as he held her hand
Now it is empty as a barren land
His tender kiss across her lips
Ignited something deep within
Now they are parched and dry
Craving moisture that he would provide
He caressed her heart with his love
Now it is screaming from the pain
Dying slowly as she cries in the rain
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
NaNoWriMo - Swordless Stone - Ch2NaNoWriMo - Swordless Stone - Ch23 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