Let's play Dress UpLet’s play Dress UpLet's play Dress Up2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I’ll play as someone Happy
Let’s dress Up
And let this all… wash down.
Let’s make it Halloween today!
Let’s, you and me, switch roles.
Stop smiling like you know what I’m about to do,
You shouldn’t be happy you know.
It’s your job to stay inside and be sad,
I’ll play you, today.
Don’t let anyone see you!
There can’t be two of us, of you, of me.
While I’m you,
You have to make sure no one sees you.
Don’t peek out of the windows, okay?
If you accidentally show yourself, I won’t forgive you.
A game isn’t fun if you can’t follow the rules.
Life’s a game y’know?
Just stay inside and try to not make a sound,
I can still hear you,
Don’t do that.
I’ll be back,
Just let me enjoy myself
Or at least pretend to.
Hey, what are you doing?
Hey! That’s not fair, get
First LoveFirst Love3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rudolph shut his computer down and gathered his stuff. He was about middle height and nearly 56 years old. The hair on his head had started to thin out already.
Rudolph sighed. Another boring day at work done. I hope it doesnt take me too long to get home.
Every morning and every evening Rudolph had to take a forty minutes train trip to get to work or back home again. And even though he actually hated those trips, he would never think about moving into the city closer to work.
The small village he, and his wife Martha, lived in was a heaven of peace and calmness, where he could relax from his work. That was worth more than saving some time on traveling to work.
When he arrived at the train station, he noticed that a large crowd had gathered on the platform. Rudolph walked to an information desk and asked the lady what was going on.
Im sorry sir, but the train had an accident further down the railway. Luckily no one was hurt, but Im afraid
Love and Lust: Chapter 1The way he tossed his golden-blonde hair to the side and theLove and Lust: Chapter 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
gleam in his perfect, gray eyes. He knew what I desired for when he looked at
me. I knew he knew.
The way his tan, lean, strong body glowed under the sun.
The half smile he had plastered on his mouth.
The slight mischief playing in the light of his face.
With but the slightest of a wink, he had me and I felt my
legs grow weak.
I was nudged back into reality by Josh, my best friend of 7
years now ever since I first spilled that chocolate milk all over his white tee
back in 8th grade. We still joke about how his shirt still smells
As I was snapping out of my dreamy state, I see a slight
eyebrow raise and that oh so perfected, closed in face.
“What?,” I flash a quick smile at him, “Taylor’s hot.” Another
I shoved his chest with both hands and threw back my head,
laughing, “You know you want a bromance with him!”
At that, he laughs too and we walk to the table we a
Forget me notLife has become a dead weight;Forget me not2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is Love? When all is Hate.
What once was a peaceful dream so
Lucid, so daring, so bold!
Now but remnants of a past-to-be-forgotten, I’m told.
As a child, I knew not of you,
What was false, or on the other hand, true
As eyes turn on me, cold,
You alone take me in your arms and hold
On to what is left of a little girl who never made it out
Of that dream to be forgotten.
I thought things were forever
Dare I say anything could die, for that was never.
But life is a funny thing, you know?
You believe so strongly in Now that when you look back..
Now was only Then and then you thought things were perfect
But as it passed, your view collapses. It shatters. Like a cracked window,
The view you saw, now distorted. Contorted. Deformed. Horrific.
I still believe in you. Even though all that has come to past has been nothing but true
And true it is, true with all the evil life could do
Though I look at you now, through seemingly flawless
LifePassion.Life3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you do something because your gut tells you to
When you do something for the love of doing it
When you do something with no monetary goals.
is When it doesn’t matter how many times you talk to someone,
Every time you do it again, it’s a new, exciting, experience
When you do your job without ever having to work
When you can look in the mirror and feel pride without vanity
When a smile is on your face and you don’t know how it got there.
The state of being when you
do what you Love, and Love what you Do;
have Love and Passion
Smile for me, for youHello againSmile for me, for you2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No, not who you were expecting,
But look, I'm smiling, for me
I'm no one pretty, I'm sorry
my smile turns others down
and what sad face I have- they say
Until now it never bothered me- not too much!
But hello again,
I haven't seen you in what seems like an eternity
Do you remember?
We used to sit over there- that's right!
That patch of grass and wildflower, the
swing set we'd sit on at night as children,
looking up to the stars- we'd talk about
how one day when we'd fall asleep forever, we'd be among those too.
I would be a star smaller than yours but we'd be stars together, and
you and I would have our special place, in the sky.
But hello again, hello.
I see you're happy, with her. Not me.
And hello again, why don't you look at me
like you used to?
Like you.. used to.
We'd talk about a family and children- when we were children!
But of course we knew nothing of what or how it actually-
Oh I apologize, I see now why you le
Light in the DarknessLight in the Darkness4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The books were piled high on the desk, tucked deep in the recesses of the Archive's library. There were no candles allowed this close to such precious works, so the words had to be revealed with a special light. It was a small glass ball, emanating a honeyed glow like that of a candle. Muted, small, and unobtrusive. This light didn't flicker.
One of the students, an Apprentice, dropped another arm-load of books on his desk. The impact sent up a plume of dust that had settled on the shelf nearby. He destroyed the sanctum silence with a fit of coughing. A murmured curse and he claimed a seat, pulling open a weathered book. Strangely, the cover retained some of its former glory. White leather, as supple as the day it was made, had been torn and stained in some places. Still soft but tarnished. Bruised and abused. Like many old tomes, this one had made quite a journey until it was in the care of the Archivists.
This student eyed the cover, then the spine. Another curse. There wa
FrostbiteNumbnessFrostbite2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can’t feel my toes and at first I think
It’s just my toes.
I can cover them up.
I can warm them.
It spreads, like fire,
I glance away for a second, it seems, and my feet are cold
That’s funny, I didn’t feel that
Maybe I’ll cover them up too
I’ll warm them up.
I’ll take a nap
Maybe a short rest will make it all better, warm them
What’s that? How long has it been?
My legs… are you still mine..
Why has my breath left me, short?
Has everything but deserted me?
What about you, are you still here?
Are you still with me?
And before I can say goodbye, I think my thoughts are leaving me too –
001 -- IntroductionThere are times I wish I could start at the end. Endings are what people cling to; what we remember when the book has been shut. It's the ending we talk about with our friends and stay up until the early hours of morning pondering about. Perhaps that's why endings are so beautifulit is only then that we know the truth of all which came prior.001 -- Introduction4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
If only our beginnings could be as simple. What are we when we start but a blank sheet, ready for anything to be written. Some of us will be etched with beautiful design, calligraphic texts of love letters sent and responded to; others hastily scribbled upon and then crinkled up and tossed into the waste basket, never to be read again. Time can bring beauty or death, cruelty only as harsh as the quill decides to press.
In the beginning, we are all the same. No ink, no tears, no bends. We stand together upon a shelf, awaiting the first stroke of the master's quill to guide us to our eventual ends. We are pure, clean, and intact. Naivety is ou
the rainfall kidshe always loved the sting of grapefruitthe rainfall kid3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the way the winter air kissed her skin,
leaving it pink and raw and sensitive to the touch
like the heart she tried so hard to hide.
but she never grew up, not really.
she always belonged to the rain
and never stayed in one place for too long.
she was afraid her stupid heart might dig in,
leave its roots in the people and then
it would rip and tear when she up and left.
and she never accepted the fact that
she did indeed have a heart.
she tried so hard to be hollow and
let the winter rain chill her skin and
soak into her bones so that she, too,
might be just as cold.
so she stopped believing in sunshine.
she accepted the title of rainfall kid,
and lived with thunder in her chest.
Untame PrologueUntame Prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
So let me warn you all first, I am NOT a writer so I am NOT looking for a critique on this. I simply wrote this so you all could see what happened before North and Arc ended up about to be attacked by a giant monster thinger ~ Plus I already had my friend FJ fix up any errors that needed to be fixed x3, thank you <333
Today was going to be an interesting day, this was the day that Knights become High Knights and claim their Spirit Guide aka Navigator. Once a High Knights Navigator is summoned, it's supposed to lead them to their 'Monster' or 'Battle Pet' if you will. If the High Knight is successful in capturing his Monster a bond is created and they will battle together in order to protect the kingdom.
North frowned; in his opinion he didn't need a monster, he was a Master Swordsman who was perfectly capable of protecting himself and his kingdom. However his opinion didn't matter in this sort of situation - it was a must to claim your monster, the
gamxtav: Chocolate and blueberry jam-HS fanfic[M]-Your name is gamzee makara, you're an average 16 year old teenage boy with a not so normal interest in subjulator's.gamxtav: Chocolate and blueberry jam-HS fanfic[M]-3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Another thing some may count as another of your many abnormalities is that you have a huge mancrush on your best-bro tavros.
Tavros is the picture of innocence and sweetness but he's so goddamn timid, he has the most caring parents but he's had a very hard time at school for the way he dresses, for liking card games and fairies, but you just think the little dude is miraculous, everything about him is beautiful, You could swear that the messiah's must of spent extra time on making tavros nitram.
He's atheletic, kind hearted, a great rapper like yourself, you often get into good natured rap battles with one another, which always end with you slamming a fago together and lots of play shoves.
You laugh at your fond memories, there's allot going through your head right now and by allot I mean tavros and your feelings for him of course.
Today is the day you will finally confe
dinner for two.i keep Chinese fortunesdinner for two.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and your hope
folded up in my pocket,
hand-in-hand with the worst things
Neko!America x Neko!Reader- The Worst NightmareNeko!America x Neko!Reader- The Worst Nightmare3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Waking up from your tiny catnap, you heard a loud, booming crash. The hair on your neck stould up as you dug your claws into the red, tea smelling sheets you layed on. You yawned contently, your rough little tough hanging out of your mouth slightly as you did so.
"Americacat?" You mewed, scanning your blurry, (e/c) eyes around the darkly lit room, a slight quiver detected in your little voice. "Englandcat?"
Yawning once more, you blinked to try to adjust to the blackness that surrounded you. You looked beside you, not seeing any sign of your comrads. The window located beside you seemed empty, except for the lone blue flowerpot, decorated with a man's pink handprint, and a little boys purple one. Stretching, you jumped onto the windowsill with the gracefullness of..well...a stealthy cat. You peered out the window, seeing nothing but your backyard, a few gray clouds, and a tiny slit of a moon. You looked down, scanning the dead grass that pattered bits and pieces of the lawn. There was