EnglandxReader: Christmas Parties Walking down the halls with your head slightly lowered, you tried to ignore all the groups of girls whispering and pointing towards you. Not so popular with anyone and barely having friends yourself, many wondered why you even showed your face in school.EnglandxReader: Christmas Parties3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Still, the small amount of nerdy, weird friends you had were close to you. Although your friends were much popular than you would ever be. Hell, Arthur could have girls at his feet by silently whispering 'love' into their ear.
Currently, you were walking to Arthur's classroom during the lunch break to give him a bag of sweets you made him and to finally admit your newfound feeling of affection towards him. With only a few days before Christmas and Alfred's party tonight, you wanted to jump on the chance before someone else did.
As you went to his room, 2-B, you slid open the door to see him talking with another girl. She was very pretty, long brown hair tied in dual pigtails and tanned skin. Both of them were talking so you just sa
HAPPY BIRTHDAY STEPHANO!!!HAPPY BIRTHDAY STEPHANO!!!3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My eyes slowly opened, midday light shining through the curtain. The bed was empty, Felix already up without waking me. Normally he wakes me as soon as he wakes up; the fact he didn't caused me to sit up quickly. Perhaps he was just being nice no, he's always nice was he in danger? I hopped out of bed, not bothering to cover my shirtless chest, out change out of my golden basketball shorts. The house was silent, the only noise was my footsteps hitting the floor; no Gris yelling how pumped he was, no Felix commentating over a game, no Jennifer arguing with Martin about sports, no Chairle quietly talking to Mayo, trying to act as a teacher to him. When I entered the living room, I noticed golden balloons, and golden streamers hanging around the room. I raised an eyebrow, and began to wrack my brain as to why all this was here. Behind me there were several tiny explosions, and confetti rained down on me.
"Happy birthday, Stephano!" A chorus of voices yelled behind me. I turned t
The Twelve days of Armonia Christmas~On the first day of Christmas, Troll Mew sent to me: a small Juniper on a tree~The Twelve days of Armonia Christmas~3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
On the second day of Christmas, Troll Mew sent to me: a two headed dragon and a small Juniper on a tree~
On the third day of Christmas, Troll Mew sent to me: three water mice, a two headed dragon and a small Juniper on a tree~
On the fourth day of Christmas, Troll Mew sent to me: four silly monkeys, three water mice, a two headed dragon and a small Juniper on a tree~
On the fifth day of Christmas, Troll Mew sent to me: five eeveelutions, four silly monkeys, three water mice, a two headed dragon and a small Juniper on a tree~
On the sixth day of Christmas, Troll Mew sent to me: six grumpy students, five eeveelutions, four silly monkeys, three water mice, a two headed dragon and a small Juniper on a tree~
On the seventh day of Christmas, Troll Mew sent to me: seven normal types, six grumpy students, five eeveelutions, four si
The Man who can't be Moved.EnglandxReaderThe Man who can't be Moved.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Going back to the corner where I first saw you
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag, I'm not gonna move
Got some words on cardboard, got your picture in my hand
Saying if you see this girl can you tell her where I am
Arthur Kirkland was sat on the corner of the street, a sleeping bag rolled up next to him, a photo of ______ in his hand. He let out a sigh as he stood up,
“Excuse me, sir?” he asked, his voice hoarse from the cough that had forsaken him over the past few weeks, the man raised an eyebrow,
“What is it?” he growled, “I don’t have all day.” Arthur sighed and averted his gaze to the ground, “Have you seen this girl?” he murmured, handing the crumpled piece of paper to the man, who scanned it, and shook his head, giving it back to him. Arthur sunk back to the ground, drinking the last remains of tea from his flask, he would have to buy another later on.
Stephano's Mission Chapter one: PEWDIE YOU IDIOT!"AHH! PEWDIE YOU IDIOT!" I yelled, rubbing the new wound on my head. "Sorry Stephano. Hey look laudnanananananananan Sing it with me Stephano!" I sung it dully "Ladnananananan" After that he found the machine room key. That's when the moaning started...The bro came out of no where and was chasing us! Pewdie was squeezing me to hard for me to change into my human form. I screamed "LEFT! YOU IDIOT!" he just wailed like a little girl and dropped me. He desperately tried to get the key when the bro captured him and ran off! I was to weak to react in time from Pewdie squeezing me so hard and dropping me. I'm used to it but for some reason I was weaker...I blacked out.Stephano's Mission Chapter one: PEWDIE YOU IDIOT!3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
I woke up in a room. Next to me a lantern and a note. I changed into my human form and read the note.
Your precious Pewdiepie is with us now! You know what we want Stephano. And you will give it to us if you want Pewdie alive.
Your old friends,
I made a dissatisfied face and sighed. I l
King RatI am the morning;King Rat6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
darkness from dreamers
Toward the depths of Earth
with the rain:
An eventide flood
that flows through ruts
cut rough in the dirt:
rifts amongst rubble
in the run-off,
their raven rule
and in ruin.
I am the mourning;
for rodent kings
Stephano's Mission Chapter three:CHAIRMODEACTIVATE"FINALLY." I said exhausted already. We where at the last corridor and at the end of it was the staircase that lead to the basement. Mr.Chair was about to comment when suddenly a bro demolished the door behind him,Scaring him instantly. He leaped into my arms...I dropped him and unsheathed my sword ready to fight. *POOF* "IT WAS A POOFER?!" I yelled clearly upset. Mr Chair said "I'm kind of glad because we will be facing the water monster anyways." I nodded in agreement, keeping my sword out and shoving the lantern into Mr.Chair's empty hands. When we got to the bottom of the staircase and in front of the door I slipped the key out of my pocket. I unlocked it slowly making sure not to make a sound. We walked in slowly, Mr.Chair clinging to me in fear. I leaped onto a nearby table-wait I thought where is Mr.- I turned around slowly seeing the pure terror in his eyes as he seemed to be floating in midair! A roar bellowed from the belly of the beast as Mr.Chair slipped off of him. I jumpeStephano's Mission Chapter three:CHAIRMODEACTIVATE3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 27Everlasting Snow: Chapter 272 years ago in Romance More Like This
How can you possibly have fun when you’re freezing outside in subzero weather, snow mounded on your head, shoulders, and around your feet, gluing you to the spot where you stand?
You shiver heavily as a clump crawls under your shirt and down your back.
Your nose begins to run.
You try to move your legs. They don’t even budge. The snow is far too heavy.
You look up at the large building that stands before and above you.
“Hello?” you call out to it, teeth beginning to chatter. “Anybody there? Help!”
You sigh, your exhale visible in the chilly air. You look around you for any signs of life, twisting in either direction to the furthest extent possible in your current situation.
Out of nowhere, you feel a pair of big hands hook under your armpits, lifting you up and out of the snow.
“W-whoaaa!” you find yourself exclaiming.
Instead of setting you back down, though, they lift you up even higher. You are then slung
Father's SonMy hair is long, it is blondFather's Son9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The skin hiding my bones, flesh and self is porcelain
A body of a woman, possesses the mind of man
I am my father’s son
Forget your preconceived notions
Stare at ever changing eyes framed by delicate black swords
I can see the lust as your eyes fixate on blood lips
Just remember to never forget that, I am my father’s son
Gaze past the conventional, struggle to view what lies beneath
Observe the girl consumed by the love for masculine and feminine
Watch as she reads the comics, the books, the television programs
All meant for boys, little boys meant to be their father’s sons
Yet they always seem to ignore the little girls
Who too are father’s men, and mother’s women
The children who know how to shift into both
All of us, the girls living on the line between both
The shifters, the children lost to identification
All of us together hiding behind the eyes of man or woman
This is our prologue of warning to those who threaten, dare
82. Can You Hear Me?"What about now?" Liz says in a almost indiscernible whisper, the softness ruined when she begins to giggle soon after. She had never quite understood the expression 'laughter bubbling up', but lately she felt full and happy, and she was laughing before she really knew what she was doing. Rich grins back at her, his softly glowing green eyes moving fondly across her face.82. Can You Hear Me?3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Still yes." He murmurs into her ear, his smile tickling her skin as he places a kiss underneath.
"And now?" Her voice is softer still, barely audible to her own ears.
"Yes." His lips brush up and down her neck almost curiously. "Though it behooves me to tell you, Elizabeth, that in such close proximity to you this is hardly a legitimate experiment, nor will the results be satisfactory."
"Hey, buddy, that's not pillow talk."
"The meaning of that phrase eludes me." He says, his arm shifting around her waist with purpose and pulling her close on the sheets.
"You can't use that excuse every time. You knew what 'friends w
Shattered Bouquets and Dismembered Fairiesi picked you twelve roses with splintered stems,Shattered Bouquets and Dismembered Fairies3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
trampled beneath the hooves of a skeletal winter wind,
crushed between it's daggered teeth,
broken petals pressed into the pages of an album painted black and white.
if it were spring, i would give you every butterfly.
monarch wings pinned to the merlot walls of your insides,
would the colours shine through your skylit eyes?
a somewhat macabre reflection of metaphorical insects sacrificed
to sate your thirst for brighter shades.
i want to give you butterflies.
Mias and Elle - Chapter 2Recovering from the shock that the slamming door sent through her body, Elle immediately began to push and pull tentatively at the doorknob. The door and the knob would not even budge, no matter how hard she tried, and the frustration was building quickly inside of her. An animalistic panic took over and she began to shake the handle with enough force that her entire body shook with her movements. Growing tired, she gave the rigid handle one last ferocious expulsion of strength that she could muster before giving up with a violent scream.Mias and Elle - Chapter 24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Elle stared at the closed door, her short fingernails digging painful crescents into the palms of her tightly clenched fists. Having already tried repeatedly to pry it open with all the strength she could muster, staring at it was all that she could do. She blinked rapidly to keep her eyes from welling over with tears again and cursed loudly before giving the door a swift kick. It felt good to relieve herself of some anger, but she still instantly reg
Mias and Elle - Chapter 7"You found it where, exactly?"Mias and Elle - Chapter 74 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Her, Berenos. I found her a few klicks in, east of the Decivus land."
The larger of the two, Berenos, stumbled over the hearth in alarm, the clatter making Elle's unconscious body shuffle and grunt. He tried repeatedly to assure himself that he had simply misheard his brother, that it was not true that they had become tangled in the affairs of the Decivus family, but a miscommunication was far too rare a thing between them.
"Mathias Decivus? You took her from one of them?!" He softened his voice as the body on the bed shifted again. "Abernos, are you completely mental? She can't stay here; you have to get rid of her!"
"Don't be so cruel, brother! She seemed to need help "
Abernos stroked absently at the girl's hair, brushing his fingertips against her warm forehead as his eyes scanned her face repeatedly, taking it all in. There was something about her that made him smile, and even more so than usual. There was something so uniq
Are you happy now?I tried my best to please them all…Are you happy now?2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
They said that I always looked too angry
So I shaved off my eyebrows
They said I always dressed bad
So I took off my clothes
They said I cried too much
So I burned out my eyes
They said I wasn't listening
So I tore off my ears
They said I always said the wrong things
So I ripped out my vocal cords
They said I always faked my smile
So I ripped off my lips
They said my hair was a mess
So I cut it off
They said my feet were too big
So I broke them
They said I walked weird
So I saw off my legs
They said I played too much with my fingers
So I pulled off my hands
They said my arms were too thin
So I tore them off
They said my belly looked funny
So I cut out my stomach
They said I sat funny
So I removed my hips
They said I breathe too loud
So I ripped out my lungs
They said I always hung with my head
So I tore it off
They said my skin tone was ugly
So I removed my skin
They said my muscles were weak
So I ripped them off the bones
They said my bon
SacramentLove's a mortal gift -Sacrament3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a blessing to the sane;
hating is a curse,
a sacrament of pain.
A blessing to the sane -
such a worthless trick;
hands upon the sick
Hating is a curse
and yet I wear it well;
coins inside my purse
will pave my way to hell.
A sacrament of pain -
thirst I cannot slake;
a kiss my lover feigns -
this illness that I take
How to Write a BestsellerYou know that zone that writers flock to,How to Write a Bestseller1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The complete nirvana of the soul,
ecstasy of the mind,
and silence of the world
that must be achieved for the words to kiss the paper?
The negotiations with the thermostat,
the perfect explosion of feng shui
assaulting the imprints of furniture in the carpet
as the tables and chairs are dragged across the room;
Perhaps you can only write cross-legged or upside down
until the creative juices drown your brain
and you are swimming in inspiration;
or maybe you need the window open to let the sun in,
or shut to keep it from escaping;
You might require your loved one's kiss,
an onslaught of passion glued to your lips
like cheap rhinestones and smooth red wine,
so the phrases tickle your pen as he strokes your hair...
but that's just a distraction, isn't it?
So, do you know it, my fellow writers?
The threshold between scraping for juicy words
from the marrow of an empty jar
and picking them from the plethora of inspiration
flowing around you?
i never knew you'd find mei thought boys like youi never knew you'd find me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
only existed in novels or films
or inside my head
boys who say things like
'i love you more than water loves the beach'
and talk about kissing every inch of me
if you are from a novel
that makes you my augustus, no doubt
i only hope you'll never fade away
our moments exist only in my head at the moment
planning our time together, slowly counting down
awaiting the day i'll finally be in your arms
believe me when i say you're perfect
inside, outside, and every other way
at the very least, perfect for me
my heart's grown rather fond of you
we both enjoy your company immensely
and hope you decide to stay for awhile
You will be missed.You will be missed.You will be missed.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Like sun kissed skin,
On a summers day,
Like wind through your hair,
While just saying "hey".
You will be missed.
Like a warm hug,
On a cold autumn night,
Like a camp fire,
Just for a little light.
You will be missed.
You didn't know...
No, You didn't know,
Or else you wouldn't've gone.
You will be missed.
Like a favorite verse,
To a certain song.
Feels so wrong...
Objective Proof of GodIf I tossed a coin 2000 times and called it right every single time, what would you think?Objective Proof of God4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
I can only imagine some of the things you would be thinking, but they would all stem from one rationalization: that what was happening defied logic.
To make sure we are on the same page, let me give you some quick facts about the Bible: The Bible was written over a span of about 1500 years (from 1445 BC to 95 AD) in 3 continents, in 3 languages, by 40 authors, and has 66 books. It's mostly a collection of letters written to churches. We can verify the dates of the books of the Bible through the efforts of historians, linguists, and archeologists.
" . . . a band of evil men has encircled me, they have pierced my hands and my feet. . . They divide my garments among them and cast lots for my clothing." Psalm 22: 17-18
What event is this verse referring to? If you have a basic knowledge of Christianity, then you know this is talking about Jesus' crucifixion. If you
masters of the universemasters of the universe4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
add to the needs, add to the wants
trade in grain, not in hunger
trade in water, not in thirst
trade in land, not in tilling
that's the basic needs taken care of
trade in faith, not in wisdom
trade in bytes, not in knowledge
trade in arms, not in peace
that's the basic wants taken care of
begging to be fleeced, squeeze them dry
make your pile for the castle on sly
to the girl i lose my words aroundi have been meaning to tell you for years:to the girl i lose my words around1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i think you’re beautiful. i have
seen nothing on earth that holds a candle
to the ocean you carry inside your body.
it spills over your edges sometimes, like
a rain shower around you, blurring your penciled-in
lines until there is nothing left of you but your natural
cliffs, valleys, and deserts.
i like that.
i have never met someone who is, somehow,
a sea and a storm at the same time.
maybe i never will again.
maybe you are the only one
who gathers clouds on her forehead
like a promise, or feels the push and pull of the tide
with her every step.
you are beautiful, honestly.
you are honest, beautifully.
it is in the way you talk, the way you hold ice
on your tongue but forget to use it—
you always forget to use it, i don’t think
you know how.
to be truthful, i’m afraid of your smile
and how it breaks over me, how it pulls
me like a whirlpool down, how it pushes me
like a current back to the surface. i’m afraid of
Why I Write.I write for the silent oneWhy I Write.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The one afraid to utter words
I write for black shrouds and sorrow
And funeral clothing
I write for the lost time
That slipped from a bottle
I write when I feel doubt
Washing down my throat in a torrent
I write for first love
For the red string tying hearts together
I write for fear of crashing planes
And of being lonely and forgotten
I write for teardrops staining pillowcases
At the stroke of a broken heart
I write for the past, present, and future
For horrid reality and rotten fiction
I write for suppressed fury
And for a resilient will to move forward
I write for paper cuts and razor blades
And subcutaneous scarring
I write for the inner demons that humans harbor
And for the occasional angel in the gutter
I write for that one rude comment
That nearly made me come undone
I write so that you’ll understand
My side of this meandering story
I write for you and my lover
And for the occasional stranger
I write for myself.
I hope you’ll understand now.
Ode to PiscesShe lept over my starsOde to Pisces2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All the way over Van Maanen’s
Feeding off of Harper Lee and Victor Hugo
Carpe horas! from carpes au gras
Scrawled on her temples
Like the anthems she sings to herself
She wanders off into the past
Down the streets of Paris
Scribbling her novels on the cobblestones
Like she hopes to finish them one day
But she swims away
From the boys with the champagne
Waiting for her in the limousine
I watch her blowing bubbles
Making her way up pi’s string of digits
And listening to the world go by
Like if she doesn’t move at all
She can slow it down
She sees the meaning in everything
And the price of nothing
But she can’t see her own beauty
Cramped between the other fish in the sea