The End.Standing on the edge of reality and dreams,The End.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Letting the world pass by, over me, around me, through me.
Sliding off like water, like rain, like tears.
Grazing my skin, then falling off, leaving me alone, in emptiness and silence.
Little drops, cast off into oblivion, splattered on the ground, impossible to recover.
No regret for their demise. No desire to go back.
I let everything go.
I will cry myself empty, until nothing is left.
I will sleep past doomsday. I will not rise with the dead.
Not until everything has passed completely away.
Not until I can open my eyes and stare into nothingness.
Pure, peaceful, nothingness.
Not until I can walk forever in void.
Pure, empty void.
Then, finally, I can leave reality behind completely.
I can fall over the edge.
With one final scream, one final burst of violence,
One final explosion of being,
I will cast myself down and let myself break.
I will lie there, so still and so alone,
Until I fade into the void that surrounds me.
Upon the Barren WorldUpon the Barren World2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stood beneath a moon with stars,
Where alone she gazed off into space, discontent it seemed.
Misery embodied came down before me,
his eyes were like that of the moon.
His apologies fell upon my deaf ears as all
I was to wonder was left in my damage.
He disappeared in the blur of recalcitrant summoned tears,
disembodied into oblivion.
The night was cold and howled my name like a mother calling to her child...
her embrace was pity.
Fallen to the tundra beneath the dead souls of my boots,
I wept my sorrows into the permafrost.
Soon, oh how my body collapsed from inner conflict,
where my kiss goodbye was to the world.
There I saw the final glimpse of misery as I froze.
It was a corpse of a man I once knew...
There beneath the moon and stars, I lied dead atop the frozen world,
gazed upon by my spirit now freed...
Sebastian X Reader 4The garden in the morning was fresh with dew, and you inhaled the fresh smells. You almost couldn't help phasing into a cat and rolling around in the soft and springy emerald grass. You restrained yourself, and made your way toward the rose gardens. Roses were your favorite. You trailed your finger of a bright red one. Its petal was as soft silk, and its color was as bright as blood. You leaned over and sniffed the fresh scent. If flowers could be ripe, these would be in perfect condition.Sebastian X Reader 43 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Excuse me, Miss! Just who are you?" someone called to you.
You turned to see the young gardener staring at you from across the yard. You smiled and waved energetically. He shyly waved back, still not knowing who you were. You walked briskly over to see Finny.
"Hello, I'm sure you don't remember me, but I'm ______ ______. I met you a couple of months ago," you introduced.
He cocked his head to the side like a puppy, his bright blue eyes full of confusion. Something sparked in his eyes
5. The End is No End5. The End is No End2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Never had I beheld such a morbid sight,
Even after all that had penetrated my vision,
And pierced the very innocence of my soul.
Before stood the arisen Gates of Hades,
And but a few steps was I from the source of opposition.
My knees then met the soil and ash that laid below me.
The eyes that had before surrounded me,
Came to once more encircle me…
I knew not the reason, nor did my curiosity overcome my fear.
The drums of my ears felt nothing but a deafening ring,
And every hair arose on the flesh of my arm in alarm.
A familiar presence came from behind me.
I turned my eyes to the Hooded Figure that had bestowed upon me this journey.
Without haste or hesitation, I spoke with my voice high,
"You said to not fear, yet what is this?!
I feel nothing but calamity flowing like scorching sand through my veins,
And my heart pounds like the hammers that forged this abomination before me!
What say you of this journey that has led me to these infamous doors?!"
To me did he attempt to
Lost LoveWe gave love a chance and let it carry us awayLost Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the wind and dance with the light
that painted the clouds from dawn to dusk.
We flew to the moon and beyond
and felt as infinite as space.
But just like the star-crossed lovers
our strength became our weakness.
If love is blind then we awoke amidst
the flames of a burning city
and our glass hearts shattered into
a million grains of sand to be drawn in
and comforted by the waves and finding solace
in the forgotten depths of the ocean known only
to ship wrecks and sailors' souls.
It's Only What's FairIt’s only what’s fair.It's Only What's Fair1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I had a drug habit coming out of college. That’s not important. What’s important is that the habit led me to the Wolen Family.
It was a dark time in my life. I had burned myself out, going in and out of little temp jobs to feed my addiction, squatting in filthy motel rooms, avoiding my family and friends because I couldn’t stand to face them.
I remember the day I got the message.
I was sitting on a lumpy mattress with creaky springs and dark, mysterious stains. I stared blankly at the ugly piss-yellow and bone-white striped wallpaper while I held a small .38 pistol in my hand.
I was doing this thing where I’d put the gun to my head and put a light squeeze on the trigger, before I’d change my mind and lower the gun. Then, after another minute or so, I’d put the gun up to my temple and squeeze it harder, and then I’d lose my nerve and drop it again.
I’d been doing this for what felt like an hour. I couldn&
CeruleanEven the waves had been tamed,Cerulean2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and nature lost its classical romance,
when the waters asked permission
to darken and hold the sands.
SacramentLove's a mortal gift -Sacrament2 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
Dancers in the MoonlightShadowy figures dance to and fro under the moons watchful eyeDancers in the Moonlight3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Moving to music that only they can hear
Fading in and out of sight, seeming to meld with the moonlight one second, then slip back into reality in one graceful movement
They whispering things into my head
Not words, no, but long buried memories, or forgotten dreams I wish not to remember
They show me things of the past I wish not to see
They present me with things of the future that I wish not to know
These specters, dance all about me
I run but they still flicker about me
They laugh, a horrible mirthless noise
"How can you defend those you love, if you cannot even face us" they jeer, with voices as whispering and fleeting as the wind
"Do not speak as if you know me!" I snarl
I lash out at the nearest specter
My fist passes through its shadowy body
They laugh again
I begin to run once more
"You cannot harm us, you cannot escape us" the specters taunt
"Just like you could not protect-"
"Do not speak of her!" I roared, hate and
The Mask Of ArroganceThe Mask Of Arrogance2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Making your silly world up as you go along
Keep on in this trek on the chosen path,
And increase my hopes of your self-defeat.
Let the pressure of my truth
crush you beneath its weight.
The Devil's indignation is strong
in the midst of one such as your name.
Please and never believe yourself
a contribution to the future's good
When yours is an age old sort of pestilence
To which my efforts contribute to killing
I envision what truth lies rotted behind your pitiful mask
That image is ever burned in my mind,
like the bridges between us.
What method of humility do you prefer,
Of such a decimation to the mind of a fool.
So desolate of proper thought,
that wind blows from ear to ear.
Wind in a cold void that remains
to be seen through cloudy eyes,
Blind to the mirror's reflection.
You deserve absolutely nothing from this existence
Therefore you shall receive it.
Contest: CloTi Fan-FictionContest: CloTi Fan-Fiction2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Así que… ¿Este amor se fue?
¿Qué harías si el día de mañana despertaras en un lugar donde no hay sentimiento alguno?
Otra reluciente mañana en este 13 de febrero. Sin duda sería un día especial ya que “San Valentín” arribaría mañana, una vez más en el año. Y como cada buen año, el Séptimo cielo ofrecería un servicio especial para la clientela.
Tifa apenas conseguía espabilarse en esta mañana y, luego de dirigirse al baño y lavar su rostro muy bien, se miró detenidamente al espejo. – Muy bien Tifa, hoy es el gran día. Definitivamente hoy le diré todo a Cloud. Sí, no puedo posponerlo más. Me armaré de valor y se lo diré. – Afirmó decidida. – ¿Decirme qué? – Preguntó Cloud, quien habiéndose levan
Uncommonly BeautifulThe stars are coming out tonight. A million, billion sources of light, stretching into infinity. A million, billion suns, each shining down on their own worlds. The moon is full and uncommonly beautiful. It will wax and it will wane, going from a bold, brilliant source of light nearly as powerful as the sun to the barest wink of silver in the sky, and then disappearing. But it will always return.Uncommonly Beautiful2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Tomorrow morning, the sun will rise and paint the sky with color. It will give light and life to the world all day, as it has done for every day past and will do for every day still to come. Even if there are clouds and rain and storming, the sun will always be there, just behind it all, waiting to shine through again.
It will set in the night, going out in another blaze of beauty, and the the cycle will begin agian, and will continue to go on, no matter what happens to each of us, little souls going about our little lives of pain and pleasure on this little blue planet.
No matter what happens
Tears of an AngelTears of an AngelTears of an Angel2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don’t know how much longer that I can be strong,
This storm is so great, I feel like I am coming undone,
Winds wrapping around me, I can hardly breathe,
The rains breaking me down, tearing at the seams,
Burning eyes I have, that don’t shed a tear,
The weight upon my shoulders, I can no longer bear
What once was strong and impenetrable, these walls of mine,
Are slowly crumbling around me, dust into the ground
No longer able to shield myself, from all that’s going on,
A heart slowly dying inside, no longer filled with joy,
Sadness and sorrow have engulfed my very soul,
Sometimes I truly wish that I wasn’t here anymore.
Wings battered and bruised, fail me as I fall to my knees,
No longer able to glide and fly, enjoying the breeze,
Dreams that were once so real, burning to nothing but ash,
Are blown away with the wind, floating by so fast,
I watch them as they fade, all my hope is gone,
A sad melody fills my ears, as my tears finally fall…
Can you hear the rain?Can you hear the rain?Can you hear the rain?2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's whispering again
Speaking of questions unanswered
And wounds that will never mend
A new day is dawning,
Sails unfurling in the breeze
Free, moving towards the sun
The colours I can almost seize.
It's warm and bright
But I see a different hue
A ribbon of shadow
I can't see through
I don't want to go on
If you're not with me
Where are you? The rain
Is beating down on me
Lost in this dark,
I sit here, alone.
I need something; I'm empty
I need a place to call home.
After all this loss,
And pain and contempt
I still wait for a new day
But a day was never sent.
So the rain falls down
And whispers again
A voice that will always come
My one and only friend.
The days stay the same,
But the wounds start to mend
'Where are you?' I cry
but I know
A light has been sent.
Deep Blue EyesDeep blue eyes, set in a young face, open onto an old soul.Deep Blue Eyes2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Bright gleams show intelligence, a sharp wit, a capability for deep understanding.
A love for life, a deep appreciation for simple pleasures, they cause those sparkling sapphires to shine even brighter when your face creases in a smile or in laughter.
There is a light inside of you that shines like the sun. A flickering fire that warms my heart when I see you glowing with joy.
I know that you could fly so high, you could take your place among the stars.
But there is also a deep shade behind those eyes. It is the kind of sadness that is shared by everyone that is forced to grow up too fast.
You know, by hard-won experience, just how cruel the world can be.
Doubt and fear plague you, weighing you down, trying to keep you from spreading your wings.
I just want to take that weight away from you. I want to banish the monsters in your head.
I want to open your eyes, those deep blue eyes, so you can see yourself as I see you.
Drabble 33: Secrets (Reisi x Reader x Saruhiko)Secrets (Reisi x Reader x Saruhiko)Drabble 33: Secrets (Reisi x Reader x Saruhiko)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I enjoyed myself in Seri's house. Since we're best friends, Seri invited me to her house and have a sleep over.
I was in her room enjoying ourselves by telling things that we want to share. Like secrets and other personal stuff that we both promised to keep.
"So, do you have any special relationship with Munakata-san?" I asked Seri.
Seri laughed. "No. We're just close friends. Besides, I like someone else..."
"Don't tell anyone in SCEPTER 4, okay? Because... I like Izumo Kusanagi. The bar tender from HOMRA."
"What?! Really?" I said surprised. "This must be some kind of forbidden love between HOMRA AND SCEPTER 4!"
"I guess you could say that." She smiled. "How about you? Do like anyone? Anyone from SCEPTER 4?"
"Yeah... I do..." I blushed. "And there're two of them... In SCEPTER 4."
Seri smirked. "Two? Do tell me..."
"Don't tell them because I have a crush on Fushimi-kun and Munakata-san." I suddenly burrowed my face in Seri's pillow.
Ulquiorra x ReaderUlquiorra x Reader2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Usually, Ulquiorra doesn't like anyone besides Aizen. That's the only reason why he was watching (f/n) (l/n) at all times. AT. ALL. TIMES. He didn't know why since she was already a greatly skilled member of the Arrancar, but he did it anyways without any questions. Well, one day, watching her became a problem.
"yes," he said looking at her.
"I kind of need to change my clothes."
"Your point?" he asked, sounding annoyed.
"Well...I have to change....which requires undressing..."
"I was told to watch you at all times under any circumstances, miss (l/n), so I will.
(f/n) smiled at her idea. All of the sudden she ran out of the room yelling, "ULQUIORRAS A PERVERT!"
"(F/N) (L/N) GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!" and ran off after her.
ambrosia tastes like freedomSpent half my pearls on a trip to the seaambrosia tastes like freedom2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Drank milky clear liquor from the coconut tree
(That something so simple could make something so sweet
It never fails to astonish me)
When I fade away, a god I will be
Sipping plain, unsweetened, and unadorned tea
Feasting on coarse bread and unripened cheese
Buried in carefree laughter up to my knees
because nectar tastes like coconut syrup
and ambrosia tastes like freedom
A Leased SoulIt's the sadness that surrounds himA Leased Soul2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And you look and stare at the scene
Trying to capture what is happening
The loss, the hate, the scream
Stuck alone in his house
Rain pouring down outside
He howls to the moonlight
Fear is just catching his pride
Lost as tears come
He makes an effort to leave
He cannot reach the doors' handle
The scare has left him to his knees
The hours past slowly
The rain beats outside still
Grasping onto the door
He catches the winds' brutal chill
And slowly as he walks
To their favourite wooden bench
The rain there piercing through
The garbage, the rotten stench
And he sits there with her cane
That she used for many years
As she slowly succumbed to blindness
The chemo, the tests, the fears
And as the rain beats
How he misses her so
He sits there in the misery
The teardrops begin to flow
And each day he leaves a flower
For this was their place of peace
She is gone now forever
His soul -- heaven does forever lease.
K-Project (Mikoto x Reader) 2: RescueK-Project (Mikoto x Reader) 2: RescueK-Project (Mikoto x Reader) 2: Rescue2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Yum~! Thank you and have a good night sir!” I told the bartender while handing back my 10th glass of iced tea, which was now empty.
“You too miss!” he said back with a smile.
Earlier today, it was like any other hot summer day. In the evening, around 8:00pm, I wanted to treat myself to my favourite cold drink, iced tea, at a new bar/restaurant that opened up a few days ago.
When I turned to leave, three drunken guys blocked my path, and boy did they stink like alcohol!
“*hic* Heeeey girly~ *hic* W-Wanna party with *hic* us~?” the skinny guy said, with short brown wavy hair.
“Um…no thanks.” I tried to go around them but the fat guy wearing a purple hoodie grabbed my arm with force, I winced at the pain.
“C-Come *hic* on~ W-We promise that *hic* y-you’ll *hic* have fun~ If you *hic* know w-hat I mean~” he wiggled his eyebrows.
I broke free from his grip, giving a cold stare at
K-Project (Saruhiko x Reader) Nightly CallsK-Project (Saruhiko x Reader)Nightly CallsK-Project (Saruhiko x Reader) Nightly Calls2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was 3:00am in the morning where everyone was dead-asleep. Well...until now. You suddenly woke up, sitting in your bed for a few seconds then quickly grabbing your phone from the bed-side table and dialing your friend's cell number, Saruhiko. You had to tell him, 'what you think', is 'extremely important', but it's really not. Lately your friends had been telling you that you call them very late at night, saying random things like "Bananas are a source of potassium~"; apparently you 'sleep-call' people in the middle of the night.
The phone started to ring, you waited impatiently for him to answer. Then he finally answered.
"(Y/N)? *yawn* It's 3 in the morning-" he got interrupted when you yelled through the phone.
And boy is he going to give me crap tomorrow~ He's the last person to find out about my 'sleep-calling' issue.
K-Project (Kuroh x Reader) Movie NightK-Project (Kuroh x Reader) Movie NightK-Project (Kuroh x Reader) Movie Night2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Earlier today I invited my best friend, Kuroh, over to watch a horror movie for tonight. I could never watch a horror movie all by myself… He is coming over at 8:00pm, so that it’s dark enough outside to add the horror movie effects. Everything was now prepared, popcorn, drinks and the movie ready to go; I was sitting on my couch until there was a gentle knock on my door.
Reaching the door, I looked through the peek hole to see who it was. I smiled, unlocking the door.
“Hi Kuroh~!” greeting him.
“Hello (Y/N).” he smiled.
Moving aside, he walked in and I took his coat hanging it up. When my back was facing him, I didn’t notice that he slowly came up behind me. I froze when I felt ‘someone’ breathing down my neck. Looking from the corner of my eye, I saw Kuroh gently placing his head on my right shoulder along with wrapping his strong arms around my waist. Blushing, I turn