A letter to my watchersSmiling through your pain,A letter to my watchers1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Till the wounds stop bleeding.
Running through your clouds
Once the sky stops raining.
Never saying never,
Going faster, stronger, better
Even when the
Raindrops seem to fall down forever.
Till the birds start to sing, and
Happiness overwhelms you,
And a smile takes over your face
Now and eternally.
Surviving through the pain,
Until the wounds stopped bleeding.
It never seemed it would end,
Crying, screaming, dying...
Indeed it did, it
Even when the raindrops would never end.
I Don't Like HimTitle: I Don't Like HimI Don't Like Him3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Genre: fluff? Yes, fluff. Always fluff. ._. Sorry.
Rating: uhhh 12.
Warnings: None except a really bad ending. -fails-
Disclaimer: I do not own Jack Howard or Dean Dobbs and this is fictional.
A/N: This came to me last night, so I wrote it in my notebook and decided to type it up and post it. My friends that read it today liked it, so I hope you guys will, too. :3
I don't like him.
I feel like I spend my entire life just repeating that phrase over and over..... And that can't be good for me.
Basically, my life is an endless cycle of reminding myself that I don't like Jack in that way, which, by the way, is way easier to say than it is to believe.
I mean, sure, I like Jack. He's my best friend, after all, and you need to like someone to consider them your best friend. That's not the problem I'm having.
My problem is this crush thing I've recently developed on him. Is it just an if-I-was-gay-I-guess-I'd-maybe-g
Phan: Valentine's DayDISCLAIMER: This fanfiction has NOTHING to do with the Valentine's video that Phil posted a while ago. Please stop asking me for it because I do NOT have the link. Personally, I think it's a little selfish to read something that I put time and effort into writing and just leave a comment asking me to send you the Valentine's video.Phan: Valentine's Day3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I stood in the elevator in our apartment block, clutching a bouquet of flowers in one hand. I couldn't stop smiling. This was my fifth Valentine's Day with Phil and I loved spending them with him. He usually forgot about Valentine's Day. I'd walk in with a bouquet of roses and he'd be like "shit. I forgot about Valentine's Day again, didn't I?" but it'd be ok in the end because we'd always do really romantic things anyway like cuddle on the sofa and watch DVDs til three AM, then I'd just fall asleep in his arms.
The doors to the elevator opened and I walked out and to the door out out flat. I unlocked the door and walked in "I'm home, baby." I smiled.
Phan - Hit and Run.Phan - Hit and Run.3 years ago in Drama More Like This
It was all a bit of a blur, but Dan remembered it, and it replayed in his head from the moment he opened his eyes in the morning to the moment he closed them again at night. It plagued his dreams and sometimes he hoped it was all just a big nightmare. It never was. The moment it happened never left his mind.
It was Dan's birthday and he and Phil had just gone out for it when they were on their way home. Phil was drunk as hell but Dan was sober. He helped Phil walk as he stumbled, fell and laughed on the way home. Dan found it slightly amusing but kept a straight face. He hadn't drank because at parties it was always the other way around. Dan getting hammered and Phil being sober so he could help him home. The road's were relatively busy but not so busy that traffic was everywhere the boys looked. Phil was saying something about a talking dog when Dan heard it. He turned around and saw the car speeding through the road out of control, the driver seemed more d
Phan - Hold Me.Phan - Hold Me.3 years ago in Drama More Like This
I woke up to the sound of my bedroom door slamming and someone sliding down the side of it on the floor. Jumping I looked and saw Phil looking absolutely petrified.
"What are you..." but I was soon cut off by Phil putting his finger to his lips. He opened the door slightly then closed it again. Someone was running up the corridor.
"Hide!" he hissed and pointed to the wardrobe, without hesitating I ran into it and signaled for Phil to come over but he just shook his head.
"Close the door!" he whispered and I knew he was serious. I watched from the slight crack from between the door and the wall and waited. Phil just stood there shaking like a leaf. I was about to say something when the door banged open and 2 buff looking men walked in. They slammed him against the wall and held a knife to his throat. I was frozen with terror.
"I'm going to ask you one last time Lester. WHERE IS IT!?" one of the men shouted.
"I don't know! I really don't!" Phil squealed but stood against the wall not
Graveyards ~ PhanTitle: GraveyardsGraveyards ~ Phan2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Pairing: Phan (AmazingPhil/danisnotonfire)
Genre: I'm not sure?
Rating: Any Age
Author's Notes: I'm actually really proud of this, okay? It's around 2500 words which is a lot for me.
One thing people have always found strange about me is that I find graveyards romantic. I've always dreamed of going on a long walk with that 'special someone' as they say, wandering among lonely headstones with our hands interlocked. The older the graveyard, the better. An abandoned, overgrown graveyard with broken up headstones and wilting flowers would be the best. But people just don't get me. They all think I'm morbidly obsessed with death. I doubt my dyed black hair and tendency to wear darker clothes helps matters; my friends already think I'm insane. My parents certainly do. They took me to multiple counselors and therapists who all said the same thing: It's a phase and it will pass. To be honest, I thin
Sonamy: romeo and juliet 1Sonamy: romeo and juliet 15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sonamy: Romeo and Juliet.
The Capulets: Amy's family
Tybalt: Amy's little brother, Sam (made up)
Mum and Dad: Mum and Dad
Bokune: Capulet servant
The Montagues: Sonic's family
Sonia: Other sister
Shadow: A Montague servant
Prince Paris: Maxie
Friar Lawrence: Knuckles
Prince Escales: Vector
It was one day at the local shopping center when a fight broke out between the Hedgehogs and Roses.
Sam: You are a pest aren't you!? I was here first
Tails: No, me!
Bokune: Oh yeah?!
Manic: Come on guys, put up your water pistols, there is no need to fight here.
Manic: What did you call me?
Manic: Oh that is it! You're going down!
The team chaotix cam to them and broke them up from their fighting.
Vector: This is it! To the police station!
When everyone was there, vector began his talk.
Vector: It has become stupid and outrageous to see you all fighting!
Just Because I am a HufflepuffJust because i am a Hufflepuff doesn't meanJust Because I am a Hufflepuff4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
That I'm always nice or
Just because i am a Hufflepuff doesn't mean
That I'm not as smart
or Studies as a Ravenclaw
Just because i am a Hufflepuff doesn't mean
That I'm not cunning
Or ambitiaous and sly as a Slytherin
Just because i am a Hufflepuff doesn't mean
That I'm not as brave
or noble and athelitic as a Gryffindor
Just because i am a Hufflepuff doesn't mean
I like the colors black and yellow (or the song for that matter)
or not good at anything
nor am i a duffers
nor do i like badgers
Just because i am a Hufflepuff doesn't mean
That i can be pushed around
That i am No more then a face in the crowd
I Am A Hufflepuff
and though you ignore me and my house
I will stand by your side
Brave as any Gryffindor
Loyal as our Mother Helga
I will help when you ask
Smart as any Ravenclaw
Hardworking and Loyal as Hufflepuff
I will reach my dreams and help you reach yours
Ambitious as any Slytherin
Hardworking as our Mother Helga
Play BallI wonder if Johnny remembers when we started to grow. Playtime was so important. My favorite was the ball in the field. Toss, catch or miss, back and forth, back and forth. It was how we talked. How we bonded. Didn't matter how angry or sad we were, the moment the ball was flying we were happy again.Play Ball1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
One day Johnny told me he was going to school. I already knew that. He went to school almost every day (although some days he called it 'work'), but this school was different. He didn't bring friends home at night. Actually, he didn't come home for lots of nights at a time. Mom let me sleep with her at first, but soon said I was too big and had to stay in our room. It was lonely though, so I got in his bed when she went to sleep, and then back to mine before she woke up. I was careful, and she didn't say anything, but somehow I think she knew.
Johnny talked on the phone. Mom would play them for me when I was very sad. It made me happy to know he was happy. I understood some of the things h
Wings - A Destiel FanfictionWings - A Destiel Fanfiction3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Any of various paired movable organs of flight, such as the modified forelimb of a bird or bat or one of the membranous organs extending from the thorax of an insect. (A similar structure with which gods, angels, demons, etc.,are conceived to be provided for the purpose of flying.)
The first time Dean asked Castiel if he could show them his wings, the hunter's elbows had been resting on the greased surface of a diner table. Sam was slumped lost in thought on the opposite seat, one hand typing distractedly at his laptop. His beer bottle sat long-forgotten between them, while Dean's clinked, empty, back onto the table.
Castiel watches Dean's slightly drunken smile, his own face silent and unmoving. The dim orange light above them catches in the subtle lines than fan out from the corners of Dean's eyes, lashes leaving smudged shadows on the thin skin underneath.
Phan: Call MeTitle: Phan: Call MePhan: Call Me3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Genre: Sad, I guess. But romance too.
Rating: like Pg-13? idk.
Author's Note: So yeah, I haven't uploaded anything in almost a month. This isn't my best fic, but hopefully you guys will like it. Sorry if it's a bit of a disappointment. Love you guys<3
Phil walked the streets of Manchester alone. Once again, his good-for-nothing friends had organised a day out without bothering to include him. Isn't that nice? He sighed and kept his eyes on the ground. He was so bored. Right now he could be out shopping, having fun, but obviously his friends didn't want him to be there.
He turned the corner and glanced up at the Starbucks sign above the shop. Well, he might as well get a coffee, he had nothing better to do anyway. He pushed the door open and joined the queue. It was surprisingly busy for a Saturday night. Most people would be out clubbing and having fun, like his friends are now.
Chained and ShamedNobody gets it.Chained and Shamed2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don’t want saving,
I don’t want ”friends”;
I just want all ends
To be met in red.
I hate how plain my skin is,
How it should be painted;
I’m the addiction’s harlot,
I do as it must dictate
And when it tells me to seal my bloody fate;
I bloody well will.
I’m too full of blood,
I need to let some out.
But know this isn’t a shout
This is me coping
With how I’m hoping
Nobody’ll care when I go.
Cutting isn’t for attention;
It’s for a brief suspension
Of everything else.
It is mine and I’m its,
It doing as I want
And I its slave
Until there’s nothing left to save.
I don’t fear death
Half as much as I do breath.
Because I’d be lying
If I said dying
Wasn’t on my list of things to do today.
RebelRebelRebel2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the beginning
We were created
In the image of God
And begin to look like the world
To the image of sin
To free us
From our bondage of conformity
Us to rebel
Against the sin
That holds you
You to become
Unique in Him
And lose the conformity of sin
It is a daily struggle
To be unique and holy
But never give up and get up again
For He will never leave nor forsake you
Even in the storm
He will do good
For those who love Him
Rebel against the world and sin
Become yourself in God
Become a child of God
Lose the title of Worldly One
In the end
It is your choice
What you do
But remember you don’t know what will come tomorrow
Peonies + PoetryNiki sat under the cherry tree in her cottage garden on a large teak rocking chair. She was absorbed into another world by the tatty pages of poetry she rifled through. They were well worn and finger-smudged, but she had refused to let her husband replace them because they were, as she put it, well loved.Peonies + Poetry2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She absent-mindedly reached for her glass of wine, lifting it but letting her hand freeze mid air as her mind was swept away in another laden sentence. Eventually the gentle weight of the glass reminded her, a jovial chiding that it had been forgotten. She lifted it to her nose and inhaled slowly out of habit, but the air was thick with the heavy scent of roses and the faint trace of the poppy-red petunias that she had planted in Spring.
She was in her own little world and the glass only touched her lips briefly when she finished a poem before she realised she needed both hands to turn the page and the glass was abandoned again.
The sound of the paper crinkling was almost invisible, b
Nova x Seamus Chapter 8 FAN FICATTENTION!- JUST A HEADS UP, THIS IS A FAN FIC OF "GUY ON GUY" IF YOU ARE NOT MATURE ENOUGH THEN YOU CAN JUST GTFO IT MAY GET GRAPHIC SO ONLY THE MATURE PLEASE READ thankyouNova x Seamus Chapter 8 FAN FIC3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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My fingers ran though his soft blonde hair as my legs surrounded his hips while he carried me up the stairs, our tongues still intertwined. I was suprised of how strong Seamus was, im bigger than him yet he still managed to carry the both of us up to my room. I drop down from his hips and release my mouth as he pushed me onto my bed jokingly and I giggle as I drag him towards me making him lean overtop of me kissing him, no fear, no crying, just pleasure. It was warm, him over top of me, his body pressed against mine, my blood rushing and skin tingling with excitement with every kiss. He ripped off my shirt and I layed there regretting that I havent been to the gym in forever, I wanted to sa
Nova x Seamus Chapter 2 FAN FICATTENTION!- JUST A HEADS UP, THIS IS A FAN FIC OF "GUY ON GUY" IF YOU ARE NOT MATURE ENOUGH THEN YOU CAN JUST GTFO IT MAY GET GRAPHIC SO ONLY THE MATURE PLEASE READ thankyouNova x Seamus Chapter 2 FAN FIC3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It turns out I had been so tired I managed to sleep through until the next day only being woken up by Max Hordon Dan and Seamus's rumbling from the basement.
my stomach grumbled for food and I look down to see I was only in cookie monster boxers, I shuffled to my bags and picked out a decent shirt and pants befor going downstairs.
I met the guys in the kitchen while Max greeted me, Dan and Hordon talking about brown stuff and Seamus, leaning on the cabinet watching me. Of course I have seen them in pictures but in person Seamus's eyes lit off the room, as blue as a cloudless sky.
I look away from him and open the fridge to find it empty so I grabbed a pepsi.
"So where is the rooms?" Max announced a little too loud
"upstairs" I cut off before Hordon could say anything,
I took a short glance at Seamus wh
XXIX. PrayerXXIX. Prayer4 years ago in Letters More Like This
Ô Lord, I know that, by speaking with You, by sending to You these words, I expose our intimacy to the eyes of all. Nevertheless I feel the need mixed with the deep conviction that this sharing can be of the most useful to whom will read it, then I write to You tonight in the ink of my faith.
You who are the Whole, You made me become aware of the time You offer me, in the way I spend it as of the one of which I think of it. You enlightened the complexity of our lives and made me become aware, presented it to me as an evidence and allowed me to draw my feather from its ink. Ô Lord, grant me with the understanding of this world which surrounds me and which I am only perceiving, cover me of patience in my ignorance, humility in my learnings, sincerity in my sharings.
You who are the Truth, You give me the possibility of becoming aware of being the changes I wish to see around me, the responsibility for transmitting it and the honesty to apply it to mys
CrushCrushCrush8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Do you know how she feels?
Do you feel the same way?
Tell her how you feel casue she's
Tell her you love her,
Tell her you care
Tell her you'll always be there.
Lead her to the rainbows,
make her wishes come true
Tell her you care about her and
tell her you like her too. <3
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 22Everlasting Snow: Chapter 223 years ago in Romance More Like This
For: (your name).
From: Jack Frost.
And a tiny drawing of a snowflake beside his name to complete his signature.
The tag—made of thick eggshell-white cardstock with a border of miniscule spindles of real frost—is captivating in itself.
It’s a small, semi-rectangular package, no larger than four inches long and three inches wide. It is wrapped carefully in snow-white wrapping paper with clear snowflakes decorating it, only visible as light reflects off of them, giving them life. A silk silver ribbon snugly embraces the package, ending in a small matching bow in the upper left-hand corner.
You turn to face Jack once again.
“How did you get the wrapping paper and stuff…?” you ask, entirely curious as to how an invisible spirit of winter can get his hands on material items.
He shrugs. “Found them in places where they wouldn’t be missed, then tweaked them a bit to give them my own personal flare. I used your tape.”
Dan's Letter(A sequel to The Angel)I watched as you bled out your lifeDan's Letter(A sequel to The Angel)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As I simply stood there
And I know that it was the knife
Because it didn't disappear.
Hi. Our friends told me that I needed to move on with my life. I don't think I can. Not after seeing you like that.
I remember every detail vividly even though it was months ago. You were lying in a pool of your own blood. When I came into your room to ask if you needed anything I should have made you go with me. Fuck that, I should have stayed with you and hugged you until you felt better.
Trust me, if I could go back and change that day I would. I would have told you how I felt.
Believe it or not, but I loved you too. I was scared to tell you. I thought that you would hate me and we couldn't be the best friends we were anymore. I didn't want to risk losing you.
I lost you anyways didn't I? Sometimes I go back and reread your note. It still breaks my heart to this day.
I kept your final wishes. I made sure no one could see your mark. I even tried t
It Hurts Like ThisMy mind is a labyrinthIt Hurts Like This7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And my thoughts are lost inside -
Scattered sunken stars in an ocean
Of deep, dark blueness.
Snaking their way
Through my veins,
'Today will be the day'
'Today will be the day'
I try to push them away,
But they feel so strong.
My thoughts are stones
In my pockets,
Weighing me down,
Making me drown
In this ocean
Of vibrating nerves,
And palpitating heart,
Tearing me apart
I can't breathe.
I can't breathe.
I am suffocating here,
In my bed,
Locked up in my head
Taunted by a black
Whirlpool of dread.
Every day is a fight
Not to go under.
Every day it hurts to win,
And I go to sleep at night
Wondering if it would be
Such a sin
Let myself lose.
Let myself drown,
Let myself fall down.
Do not frown.
Or stay awake at night
I just want out of this labyrinth.
Cross My WristsCross my wrists and hope to die,Cross My Wrists2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will only ever lie
When you ask me if I’m fine
Or if I like this life of mine.
If I had a gun,
I’d put it to my head
And turn bouncy blonde,
Into ruby red.
You want me to stop cutting;
I’ll stop when I’m dead.
The last time I’ll cut
Will be the last thing I see
When I finally put an end to me.
Dying sounds good right now,
Just fading into black
And never coming back
To the agony living brings.
Perhaps you’ll find me hanging,
Or after OD’ing;
Someday soon you’ll find me,
It’s too late now,
I’m too far gone.
Now I’m just a ghost
Of who could’ve been someone.
The Rumour (Collab) - Part 26Title: The RumourThe Rumour (Collab) - Part 262 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Author: Ninjabuscus and UnicyclingElephant
Rating: All the people of all the ages!
Warnings: Swear words. I know, I didn't even have to bloody check.
Disclaimer: One does not own Phil (AmazingPhil), Dan (DanIsNotOnFire), Chris (Crabstickz), PJ (KickthePJ), Dean or Jack (OMFGItsJackAndDean). All of this is fictional and in no way do I or UnicyclingElephant imply that any of these guys are actually in a relationship. None of this is real.
We run. We run and run. Not stopping for anything. That group of about four bitchy girls? Yeah fuck you this is an emergency. I was never one for exercise. My legs ache, my throat feels like blades are sliding down it as I breathe the freezing air. I hate running. I could have stayed at home, but I could never forgive myself if I did. Chris is my friend, if anything happened to him and I didn’t try to help…but I am helping. As tired as I feel, how much as my body tells me to