ItalyxSick!Reader: MiserableCough.ItalyxSick!Reader: Miserable2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You were sick. Congested to the point where you couldn’t breathe and your throat was so sore that it hurt to swallow. Basically you felt like you were dying. It was a miserable experience.
And now…you were out of tissues and soup. So you called your boyfriend to pick up some things for you. “Feli, could you please pick up some soup and tissues for me?”
“_____________, what’s wrong you don’t sound so good?”
“I’m just a little under the weather,” you said calmly, “so could you please pi-.”
That’s when your boyfriend started to freak, “__________! Don’t worry; I’ll be over in a minute!”
“Wait Feli I-.” He hung up, “just…need…the soup…” After giving another round of coughs you sighed. “He is such a sweetheart…” Shifting yourself to a more comfortable position on the couch.
A half hour later
Nightmare Reference This dream has occurred to me multiple times in the past few weeks...and I still cannot seem to make sense of it... if you have any advice, or ideas as to what it may mean, please let me know. This dream mixes my imagination in with my deepest fears, and melds them into a small moment in time. As if in some freakish theater, my views of the dream constantly switch from 3rd person, to 1st person, yet my senses pick up everything as if it were all completely real. To add onto this, everything that occurred in the dream was synchronized to the songs Inside the Particle Storm and Empty Me by Dark Tranquillity. The songs have taken on a new, much deeper meaning to me than they ever have before because of this dream, but if I ever seem lost in thought or melancholy, I am 9 out of 10 times thinking back to this enveloping, horrific, and somewhat sadly glorious dream. Listen, and interpret it. I need someone to make sense of it...and i feelNightmare Reference6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Missing in the Back of ClassThe kid who sat in front of me in class was really quiet today. It's weird, because we usually talk a lot when we're both actually here at the same time. It was a weird day, because it seemed like everyone was in class. Like, all the seats were taken and that hardly ever happens. And when everyone's here, it's never really quiet at all. See, I go to a D.C. public high school, which, if you live anywhere around here, you'd know that we have an incredibly high absence rate. And even when there's like half the kids than normal in class, it's never quiet. I mean, sometimes I think you learn more not going to my school than when you actually go. So, most of the time it's kind of thin in school. But, there were plenty of kids in class today.Missing in the Back of Class9 years ago in Horror More Like This
I like to sit in the back of the class when I have a choice. That's probably like most of you. I guess I just don't like to be noticed. Plus, it's easier to get away with shit back here. I write a ton of stuff (unrelated to the class, of co
CassandraEven in death, Cassandra was lovely.Cassandra3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Her hair cascaded over her ivory shoulders in sable cataracts, pooling in the soft hollow between her breast and throat. She was wearing the white nightgown, the one she knew I loved, and the fall had thrown it up, weightless, in gossamer drifts across her legs. Her bare toes were painted salmon-pink, the same colour as the roses in the crystal vase by the door.
So elegant, my Cassandra. I might have expected that she would sprawl, as one imagines that people do when they have died suddenly, but her body refused to surrender its accustomed grace. One hand curled beside her face; the other lay, palm up, across her cocked hips, its open fingers tenderly beckoning. Her eyes were closed, peaceful, the fringe of dark lashes sooty and familiar upon her fading cheek. Her lips were parted in expectation. At any moment, she would wake, look up at me, smile. Cassandra.
My hand found the banister, gripped the aged wood and guided me down the stairs, through th
Maybe in the Next Life...Ten years ago I gave my heart to someone. He didn't appreciate it and he finally gave it back. I couldn't bring myself to wipe his fingerprints off of it though.Maybe in the Next Life...5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
It's true when someone says "Love isn't always enough". I never wanted to believe it, because nothing is stronger than love...nothing. That's still true, now I just realize that strength isn't always as important as stamina.
Love is the greatest gift you could ever give someone...though sometimes people only want presents on special occasions; not every day of their lives.
I have always believed that this life isn't it. We live many lives in many forms. That's what I believe. When we said good-bye I told him "Maybe we'll get it right in the next life." Now that I can't speak to him again I wonder.......what does he believe, and will I ever have another chance to get it right with him?
The tears are trapped within my eyes, constantly blurring my vision and threatening to spill over onto my skin. I find I don't want to cry, but
Missing Pieces.I am a missing piece. Something that someone needs.Missing Pieces.2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
But at the same time, I feel so incomplete.
I’ve wandered way too far, wondered for far too long
Am I a missing piece? Or a piece that won’t belong?
Is it possible I’m damaged and not missing at all?
That I’m just as dysfunctional as everybody else?
Pretending to be perfect never softened a single fall.
But neither did admitting that you’re broken and flawed.
A broken missing piece. Is that all I’m meant to be?
There is no master plan that includes the likes of me.
Being all alone, it’s a hurt that will not cease.
A hundred thousand years from now
I’ll still be
Hell On EarthSoon I will sow seeds of HateHell On Earth7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
That will lead you to Hell's gate
Once I have unleashed my reign of terror
Your world will be changed forever
And when the time has come for the eve of destruction
Humankind will face it's inevitable damnation
The skies shall burn with fire
The seas shall turn to blood
And the earth will be split asunder
While mortals drown in black flood
The righteous shall fall before the wicked
Unholy demons walk the land satanic and naked
I am the Lord of All Evil who shall soon be revived
Now arise my minions and let no one survive
School, a Haikuno no no no noSchool, a Haiku2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
no no no no no no no
no no no no no
Anti-Twilight HaikuWent to see TwilightAnti-Twilight Haiku5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I think my brain has just died
I want a refund
Picard writes a love poemThe ready room of my heartPicard writes a love poem5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is waiting for you, number one.
Resist and I'll lay down phaser
fire, raise shields and fire
photon torpedoes. Come with me
and we'll dive into Risa's
sherbet sunsets, spill kegs
of blood wine on Kronos and fool
around with a dabo girl at Quark's.
Let's not continue our holodeck
fantasies, pretend each kiss
and caress are hollow as photons.
Let's do the real thing, warm up
the warp drive and engage.
Short Slendy Stories: Little SamanthaStop.Short Slendy Stories: Little Samantha2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Don't breathe, he can hear you.
Don't hide, he'll find you.
The little girl couldn't help herself. She ran as fast as she could down the pavement, her shoes slamming against the cool concrete side walk.
Almost there, she thought. Her lungs about to burst from the screams that escaped her lips in the forest. Memories began to flood back into her mind as she panted louder. Her mother had yelled at this little blonde girl until her voice became hoarse. With her mother doing this, she ran into the forest for some peace and quiet. She had forgotten a jacket at home, so her pale, skinny arms were vulnerable to the cold winds of the night. In the distance, an owl hooted and startled the girl. What this little girl did not know was the evil that lingered in the trees. Her head jerked around, as if someone was stalking her. A crunch of a leaf ahead of her led her to believe that someone- or something- was roaming around her.
"There's no one here..." she whispered to herself as anoth
I Will Fight YouWhen Jake awoke, he was in a bathtub filled with ice, an unnecessarily long scar where his liver should've been.I Will Fight You7 years ago in Horror More Like This
Towering above him, a man in a ski mask, a bloodied scalpel still in his hand. Seeing that his victim had awoken, he put the knife down, running his hands through the sink.
"Dude, what the hell?" Jake asked, not all too pleased with the removal of his vital organs, consent explicitly not given, at that. "I was using those."
The man ignored Jake and wiped his hands off. Picking up a fine pair of kidneys from the operating table, he slipped his hands into them, rolling his fingers as he tested out his new boxing gloves. The man turned to Jake.
"I will fight you."
Female to Male MakeupApplication of Makeup in Order to Make a Feminine Face More MasculineFemale to Male Makeup6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
When it comes to "passing" as one sex or the other, it is generally easier for 'women' to pass as 'men'. This is because the cues that signal the brain to the male sex are generally bigger, more protruding, and things that to feminise must be hidden - not enhanced.
This does not mean that it is "easier" to accomplish with makeup, people trying to do either generally fall victim to the same problem - not being able to see and understand the face on a very basic level - understanding what our instincts instruct.
This "tutorial" will focus mainly on the face, touching generally on use of clothing and binding for a "total" appearance. I will try to cover things important for part-time and full-times as well.
PLEASE KEEP IN MIND - where referring to the differences in appearance, this is obviously not going to be truth for all men. Just like the concept of beauty, the difference between male and female has no exact formul
Invisible: Part 2 Being invisible sucks…No one sees you, or hears you. You just don't exsist. And what makes it even worse is I'm right here in front of them. I know they see me. The teachers do, my family does. But they don't.Invisible: Part 22 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Handfuls of kids rushed by the thinker, each in his or her own group, each ignoring her existence, even when one group pushed into her, they only stopped to see it was her before continuing on their way.
It's been months. Can't they get over the fact I'm here? Big whoop. I'm not asking to be the center of attention, but would it kill them to acknowledge me? I'm just a shadow!
Instead of going home, she found herself wandering in the woods. It was late November, almost December and the ground was covered in a light glittering frost. The air was warm enough to only need a light coat, but cold enough that the individual tendrils of ice stayed pristine. The girl stopped and looked around, "Wow…" She murmured. In her absentminded wanderings she had found hersel
SynesthesiaI fell in love with a pianist's hands.Synesthesia3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They danced across my skin in minuets, his fingers tripping cadenzas up and down my spine. He brushed sonatas through my hair and across my shoulders, pianissimo. I trembled beneath his trills. The primal, earnest rage of Bach swelled in hot crescendos along my throat, beneath my ribs, guided by his hands --- Mozart, coolly logical, raised goosebumps down my arms --- Chopin soothed the fire and finally calmed my hammering heart.
I fell in love with a pianist's hands, listening from the back of the coffee shop while my lungs fought for breath, making wishes until he was gone.
The HaikuThe Haiku12 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Five syllables here,
And seven syllables here.
Now where's my money?
trustThere are so many things I'd like to tell you, so many things I haven't had the voice to say. But there is something in your eyes that make the words die on my lips every time I try to speak. I don't want to be this way, I wish I could trust you with everything I am.trust4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But how can I, when I'm so scared about what you think? I'm so scared about what you'd say, if you ever knew the truth. I can't lose you, but I have the feeling I would lose something.
And I've already lost so much. I can't do it.
But, dammit, I want to.
Dean's Pie: Dean x Reader oneshotThe can hissed as your pressed the nozzle down and swirled a generous amount of whipped cream over your microwaved slice of apple pie. It was the last slice… You were craving something sweet. You shoved the can of cream back into the fridge, a naughty smile on your lips as you scurried across the bunker to hide behind a bookshelf and eat your pie in secret.Dean's Pie: Dean x Reader oneshot10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
You slid low into a chair, pulling your knees into your chest and trying to make yourself as small as possible. If Dean caught you sneaking the last slice of pie, you were dead. The forbiddenness of it all made the pie even sweeter.
Your fork scraped against the plate as you took the first bite. Your eyes rolled in ecstasy. It was the perfect blend of caramelized apple and cinnamon. It was surprisingly delicious, despite being a gas station dessert. You couldn’t help but sigh through your nose and slump back.
‘I feel like I need a cigarette,’ you thought to yourself with amusement. Seriously. This pie was li
Stacey 1: Finding PeterClick.Stacey 1: Finding Peter2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nothing happened. The room remained dark.
"Fuck" muttered Stacey, kicking the door shut with her foot. It was quiet in her apartment. A ray of sunlight peeked around the curtain, illuminating a narrow wedge of the small room. Stacey carefully made her way across to the window and yanked aside the curtain, flooding the room with the orange glow of the setting Arizona sun.
Stacey leaned against the windowsill and ran her fingers through her long blonde hair, watching the sun slowly sink. No electricity meant no air conditioning, and living without A/C in Phoenix was at best ill advised, which is why Stacey was planning to move, perhaps someplace cooler and with better job prospects.
At least it was mercifully cool at night. Stacey opened the window as the fire bled away from the sky and the sound of insects crescendoed. It was her last night in Phoenix and she wanted to do something fun in the city. Maybe she might meet someone who would give her a reason to stay. Sta
JackFrostXReader - Part 1The snow outside fell slow as you stared upon it. There was no telling where it came from, or how it fell. You never thought about that at the age of 7. You just sat there, leaning against the window and following each delicate snowflake. The warm fleece was wrapped around you, and your hot coco right beside you.JackFrostXReader - Part 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You watched as all your foster siblings played outside; throwing snowballs and making snow angels. There was no motivation for you to go outside. But you certainly weren't bored. As you watched the laughter and happiness, you had frowned. Remembering that you didn't have a family only brought sorrow and ache to your fragile heart.
But wait; the foster home was your family. Right? You tried to smile, but unfortunately, it was no use. True; they were a family. Your foster mom took good care of all 15 of you. But you? You didn't really fit in. No one ever does. They only fit in a real family; a family connected through blood, and happiness, and joy, and laughter.
That's what it l
Invisible-Part 5Just like every night, Jack waited in the tree outside Jamie's room, watching over his friend until he fell asleep. Staff in hand, Jack prepared to take flight, pausing only momentarily to cast one last smile at Jamie. "Sandy'll be her soon for ya bud." He whispered, taking off. Jack flew over the town, watching the last of the children falling asleep and being visited by the Sandman.Invisible-Part 52 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The night later found Jack sitting on the edge of the Sandman's golden cloud, watch the streets fill with beautiful dancing dreams. Unicorns and dragons, racing dolphins, thousands of fluttering butterflies and sparrows swarmed the air, creating beautiful patterns in front of the glowing moon. The Sandman smiled at Jack as the younger Guardian occasionally made exclamations such as, "Those unicorns! They're Cupcake's right?" Or "Hey, That's Bunnymund! That must be Sophie's!"
These were the times the Sandman liked best, when Jack stood by him during the dream calling. It made him happy to see the jo
Invisible-Part 8"Jack? Why are you talking to Cupcake's cousin on Skype?" Jamie asked, walking into the room. "It'll a little weird, dontcha think?" The younger boy kicked his snow boots off and climbed onto the edge of his desk. "Do you remember the nightmares?" Jack asked simply, his voice low. "Pitch's nightmares?" "Yeah…"Invisible-Part 82 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Jamie shuddered, "How could I forget? There were so many…" He tucked his knees up to his chest, "Why are you bringing them up now?" he asked. Jack sighed and put a comforting hand the younger boys shoulder. I remember the last time you used that voice… When Pitch cornered us in the ally. You said you were scared. "Don't worry Jamie, I won't let them hurt you." He said evenly, watching the fear in the younger boys eyes. "What do you mean they won't? Are they back? Is that why you're talking to Sarah?" Jamie's lip quivered, "Will there be more than before?" Jack sighed, "I don't know… I don't even know if they'll be back. But if they are back," He shook his head, "Then so is