Loud's Lucky DayLoud's Lucky Day9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
(In the small village of Histeria Town, there lived a young boy named Loud Kiddington. Loud was always sad because he was homeless and alone. Loud was known for having an extremely loud voice so whenever he talked, it would really scare people away. Also in Histeria Town, there lived a young girl named Charity Bazaar. Unlike Loud, Charity has a home, but she was very unhappy since she was also alone. One day, Charity decided to take a walk. While walking, she starts to hear crying.)
Charity: Where's that crying coming from? I thought I was the only sad person in this town.
(Charity started walking again. As she walked the crying got louder and louder. Then she sees a garbage can. When she looked to the other side, she noticed a young boy with brown hair sitting on the ground crying, with his face in his hands.)
Charity: Is there anything wrong?
(The young boy looks up and sees
You Still Don't Love MeBloody needles and broken hearts.You Still Don't Love Me5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bandaged, ripped and split apart.
Stitched and healing like a dream.
Reality hits and tears at the seams.
Died to lie and protect an indelible sin.
Dead for a lie of a love deep as skin.
A dull knife carves the deepest scars.
Trapped in a mind lost in never ending wars.
Look deep into my eyes and tell me what you see.
I've been dead this whole time and you still don't love me.
Jeff the Killer PoemInside the walls of insanityJeff the Killer Poem2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Directed away from the world of light
In the land of psychopathy
Lives a boy in the dark of night
He smiles with glee as his victims fall
Blood on his clothes, his knife in hand
Stare into his eyes, they are not dull
They are wide, needed in this land
He's welcomed by the others
Who've also gone insane
They are like his brothers
Mess with them; you'd be slain.
He once had a normal family,
But now they're all dead
He waits for you by your bed eerily
He has no mercy, for his heart is lead.
What's his name? You might think
He's a killer for all I know
Your mind will stop, your body will shrink
As for your fear begins to grow
Every night as you lay in your covers
Something dark and frightening lurks your room
You feel it draw closer as soon above it hovers
People shall wonder as your body is entombed
Jeff the Killer is the name of it
The person that kills for fun
Don't laugh at him for one fit
Or else your life shall soon be done.
When your coffin is burie
Then by All Means...... Send me to hellThen by All Means...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If something as pure
As sweet, sweet, ever lasting love
Is a sin?
Then by all means, send me to hell
If the fact
That I am willing to DIE
For the one I love
If the fact
Isn't as good as yours
Then by all means, send me to hell
At least I know
That if I cannot spend a true eternity with her here
But I can there
Then by all means, send me to hell
I'll shield her from the engulfing flames of it
I'll fend off the devil himself
I'll keep her safe and happy
And if the only way I can do this is there
Then by all means, send me to hell
I do not fear
Nor loath it
My only fear
Is for you
Because what you do, too, is sin
Then by all means
I'll see you there too.
if love is blind, stab my eyesOh, all the glorious tragedies I'veif love is blind, stab my eyes5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
seen today, all within ten minutes:
A guy holding a bouquet. An expected
box of European chocolates shaped
like a heart, naturally. A stuffed
bear. A couple holding hands. A boy
kissing his girlfriend's soft cheek.
A girl carrying pink balloons. Oh.
I'm alone, naturally. How awkward.
Eyelid umbrellas hold back rain,
torrents of gushy-mushy romance.
A metaphoric flood; stormclouds.
Walking from Point Envy to Point
Facing down, arms crossed. Eyes
on the ground. Please, no optic
tidalwave leakage. What's this?
Stop: step on a blue candyheart.
Facing down, thank God. Thank
God, not Cupid. Not that dumb
St. Valentine. Not a cordiform
morsel of sugary conversations,
spreading one-liners older than
this holiday. Kiss Me. Miss me.
XOXO. Love Ya. Detour: stomp.
Saccharine aorta vs. my shoe heel
(not Achille's, but same difference)
What? You want to know who won?
Are you kidding? Y
A Christmas PoemIn late DecemberA Christmas Poem4 years ago in Horror More Like This
In dark Gotham City
There was an old clown
Who sat facing the TV
Dressed sloppily in a singlet
And old purple pants
The Joker sat in comfort
Head resting in hand
Drifting through channels
Aimless and bored
Occasionally finding commercials
During which he snored
All of them including
A bright jingle or two
And threatening grand visits
From jolly you-know-who
Whether it was Santa
Riding in on his slay
Or even the Batman
Saving the day
The Joker was not up
For facing anybody
His blonde dogsbody
(The well spoken and sweet)
Was running around
On shoeless feet
Dressed to the nines
With a holiday bow
It looked like her temper
Was ready to blow
She paused by the couch
Hands on her hips
Pouting at the clown
With glossy frowned lips
"Dude, get changed
Or we're gonna be late!
I don't wanna miss out
On yet another date!
"KP and Jack
Came all the way here
Just for the sake
Of some holiday cheer
I love KP to bits
And I know you like Jack
Chaos of Both Worlds 6Chaos of Both Worlds 63 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Back in the prison, Kaito requested one last phone call from the police as his last wish. The police accepted his request, unaware of his actual plan although his call is being monitored.
"Hello, how is everything going so far?" Kaito asked.
"We got everything ready for you. You have what we needed?" The other caller responded.
"It wasn't easy, but I finally got the last thing I wanted." Kaito took out a small vile of what appears to be blood inside of it, but still kept it hidden from the guards.
"The security is pretty strong here so don't do anything stupid."
"Everything is already in place so try not to worry your head off. We will be here in about a minute."
"Remember where I am."
"Roger." Both callers hang up with Kaito laying down on his bed doing nothing, but waiting as Shou does the same.
With the call monitored, there was quite a stir among the police and their superiors about how everything Kaito said was left ambiguous. The security commander told one of the officers to hea
Ludwig/Germany X Reader shopping for wurst Part 3Reader X LudwigLudwig/Germany X Reader shopping for wurst Part 33 years ago in Romance More Like This
Shopping for Wurst part 3
Written by CloudStories.
Go to the description for more information readers
----- Your P. O. V. -----
The next morning, you were very, very tired. Why? Well because you had been thinking of that handsome German Ludwig Beilschmidt all night long. You looked over at your clock standing at in a little night table on the side of your bed, it said 05:00. You groaned, turned and tried falling asleep once again. Some time later you noticed your phone vibrating. It was Elizabeta, your closest friend.
"Hey Liz..." you said tiredly.
"Hey _________! You busy? No? Gooood! Because we are going out today! Shopping girl! Say, meet me at the mall at, hmmm, lets say twelve?" she said all too loud for your tired mood.
"... Sure.... But, why shopping so suddenly?" You said back, now a little more awake.
"Well... I have a date with Roderich Edelstein! Oh my God! I am so excited! He so cute and classy and..." she continued speaking of her date for
HetaOni (With Reader)A mochi bounced down the hall as fast as its round, fat body could allow. It saw the door, just to its left. Complete and utter delight filled its being. All it could do was keep hopping to its only opening for freedom. The mochi turns around quickly, panting in terror, but it sees nothing. It made a sharp turn and jumped at the doorknob, grabbing it with its mouth. In an instant joy faded and terror flooded into its place like the walls of a dam breaking. When it turned the knob, the door wouldn't open. Panic level rising to its highest, the mochi rattled the knob again. There were tears welling up in its eyes. It had come so far already and now this was the end. It knew it wouldn't escape, but that did not mean it was not going to try and run. The mochi tried the knob again. It was stubbornly locked from the outside. It freezes and glances around for a moment, but again, nothing comes at it.HetaOni (With Reader)3 years ago in Horror More Like This
The mochi was backed into a wall and a solidly locked door. As it backs away from
Love letter to myself.Small handed girl,Love letter to myself.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you've written the truth
of your scars wherever there's
space to write it
and I love you.
They painted over
the rape you wrote about
on the front door of
your Uncle's house
and I love you.
They took the floorboards
of your bedroom out where you'd
carved the shape of your
father's fist into their
and I love you.
You shook the sand of
your fifteenth birthday out of
your hair and into a jar
you keep under the bed to
remember a girl with crooked
teeth and bony knees who
fled and flew
and I love you.
You've built yourself into a
fortress with nothing but your
fingernails and shredded skin
and you let him in when he
waited by the door instead of
forcing his way
and I love you.
If I could be RealIf I could be Real....If I could be Real3 years ago in Romance More Like This
A year had passed since the two of you met. Arthur graduated from school with top grades, but opted to stay home and help you. He did all his chores, some odd jobs in the nearby village. Life was good until one rainy morning. Arthur had been coming down for breakfast, a small smile on his wooden lips when he stopped in front of a broken mirror shard that had been hanging on the wall. You used it often to do your make-up when the occasional suitor showed up, asking for a date of sorts. Arthur couldn't help his scowl at the thought, his green eyes glaring daggers at the mirror before softening to sadness. What if you did fall in love with someone? Would he be forgotten? Would he be tossed out like an old shoe?
Arthur felt a sharp pain in his chest as the questions began to race around his mind, almost as if his little puppet heart was breaking. He could just see it right before his eyes; you dressed in white, walking down the aisle to be with
Inured!GermanyXNurse!Reader: 'Til I Awaken Ch. 4Inured!GermanyXNurse!Reader: 'Til I Awaken Ch. 43 years ago in Romance More Like This
*Ludwig's Point of View*
I was wandering aimlessly, not really aware where my soul wandered. I was lost, but not exactly afraid. My pain and suffering were fading the longer I wandered. I wanted it to end: the pain, the suffering, the strife, the hatred, I wanted it all to end. I didn't want to return where I knew only ridicule and pain awaited me. I welcomed the numbness that was closing in around me, enjoying it, embracing it.
The whole of my wanderings had been in relative quiet, nothing really breaking through the silence that engulfed my mind. Until one day, I heard something. It was a voice. My feet, which had ambled slowly and without direction, stopped. I was still. I listened.
Doctor!Reader x Mental!AmericaIt was only a few months ago that you started working in the asylum as a doctor and you loved the job. The nice patients, trustworthy guards and other doctors who understand you. But there was reason you dreaded coming to work at this place. It wasn't like he was a bad person, he was just too...Mental! Lots of people warned you not to take care of Alfred, but you refused to listen, a person is a person. He just needed some guidence. But they proved you wrong.Doctor!Reader x Mental!America3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Of course it wasn't like to give up on somebody. So you kept your ground and walked up to his room. The body guys following your lead as they were preparing to open the door. You and the guards looked into his room, seeing him sit their on his hind legs. Staring at the ground with a red aura surrounding him. You swallow your spit and slowly, but shakingly open the door. They followed you into the room. You stopped at the foot f the bed were Alfred was sitting and reached out your hand. "It's time to go Alfred." You said calmly, wa
Ronan Little!AmericaXMama!Reader I remember your bare feet,Ronan Little!AmericaXMama!Reader3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Down the hallway.
I remember your little laugh,
Race cars on the kitchen floor,
I love you to the moon and back.
I sobbed, tears already beginning to form. I hadn't even reached his grave yet. I wiped at my eyes and quickened my pace. I knew what was making me cry, though. Today was the one day that I allowed myself to think purely about him. For the rest of the year, I had two other boys to raise and a family to take care of.
I remembered his laugh, echoing through the hallways of the house as he ran around and played with his brothers. There would always be little plastic toys scattered everywhere. I loved them with all of my heart; they were my life.
I remember your blue eyes,
Looking into mine,
Like we had our own secret club.
I remember your dancing before bedtime,
Then jumping on me waking me up.
"Mommy, what's school like?" Alfred had asked me before bedtime one night. He was sitting up the b
:~Werewolf!RomanoxReader: Halloween's Full Moon~:You had noticed that over the last couple of days, your boyfriend, Lovino Vargas was acting quite weird. Lovino was never one to act odd. Never. He was a jerk, douchey, rude, cold, but never strange. You also noticed that he would act like this every year, during this time. During the holiday known as Halloween. You have put up with his sudden strangeness every year for the past three years, but this year was going to be different. This year you were going to find out what his deal was.:~Werewolf!RomanoxReader: Halloween's Full Moon~:3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Lovino, we need to talk," you said one evening while over at Lovino's house, after you were sure that Feliciano was in bed and hopefully asleep. The hotheaded Italian sighed in irritation and looked at you with irritated eyes. Even after dating for three years, he still looks at me like that.
"What the hell is it, ragazza? It better be damn important too," he gruffed. You wrinkled your nose and 'hmph'ed at him. You felt the need to smack him across the face, but you fought your temptations, whic
CanadaXVampire!Reader-Cold Blood Part 3!CanadaXVampire!Reader-Cold BloodCanadaXVampire!Reader-Cold Blood Part 3!3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"N-no..." You huffed. "I-I'm fine." You pushed Mathew away from you and tried to get up to only collapse back down.
"You need blood, (Name)." Mathew said to you as he pulled you into his arms. "You need to drink mine."
You shook your head. "I don't want to...!"
"You need to!" Mathew then grabbed your forearms and looked into your eyes. His were filled with worry and pain. "I don't want you to die, (Name)! So please! Drink my blood..." His grip on your arms loosened and he pulled the collar of his red sweat shirt down. He craned his neck to the side for you to get a good look at his neck. The sight of it made your mouth water. You could hear the blood in his vains. You slowly leaned your head towards his neck. The smell of his blood made your fangs enlarge. You opened your mouth wide, wanting to pierce his flesh and taste his blood. But then a thought flashed in your mind which made you pull back slightly.
What if you were
CanadaxNaga!Reader -Pt 3-CanadaxNaga!Reader -Pt 3-3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"We need to find her!" A young woman in a lab coat exclaimed,"You idiots let something as precious as a nāga Run out of here! You imbeciles! Go find her and bring her back now!"
"D-Don't worry m'am...w-we have a tracking device on this one!" The man you bit spoke with a nervous tone. "We'll get her back and then experiment on her-!"
"Expirement!" She snapped,"Why the hell would you do something like that!? I want her for...other purposes."
The glint in the woman's eye was uncertain and sinister, sending chills down the spines of all the workers laid down before her. "Now go! Before I have to fire every last one of you shmucks!"
"Matthew! Matthew!" You cried out as soon as you woke up. He wasn't sleeping in your room and you feared the worst had happened to him,"M-Matthew!!!"
The footsteps could be heard from outside the door as Matthew ran up to you, hearing your shrill cries of terror. As soon as he saw you c
Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf? 2pAlfredxYou End"What ya starin' at?"Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf? 2pAlfredxYou End3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I divert my eyes from Alfie, instead staring at the red converses on his feet. The laces are undone, tread on and covered in dirt. I feel a hand lift my face, my eyes forced to meet his "What is it ya want, darlin? Somethings on your mind..."
"I don't want anything. I was er...just wondering, though, who was that on the phone last time?"
"Artie. Prissy little idiot with abandonment issues...He's not important though~"
"Oh. Was he the one who held you up?"
"I see ya figured it out. You're a smart one!" He smiles, genuinely for once. The fondness then disappears, and Alfie glowers at the wall. He looks like an indignant teenager. "Artie'll pay for what he did though...keeping me away from you." He growls, folding his arms.
"W-Why? Are you going t-to hurt him?"
"Nah, he likes getting hurt. He thinks it's fun...he giggles if ya punch him."
"Weird, ain't he?"
Alfie's eyes suddenly look me up and down, a satisfied smirk crossing his face. "What do ya want to do?
CanadaxNaga!Reader: -Pt 6-CanadaxNaga!Reader: -Pt 6-3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Weeks passed as you relaxed, letting your wounds heal both mental and physical. Every few nights, you'd be woken up by nightmares of these people who took you away. Matthew always told you that this couldn't ever happen, he shut down the factory and if they dared to take you again, the people would be in serious poop.
The Canadian made you a new shirt that looked like the (f/c) one that had been destroyed when you were in the laboratory. Various times, you thanked him for remaking it for you.
He also began to create a more permanent bed for you to sleep in. Truthfully, you loved sleeping beside him on his pillow. Mainly you loved the fact that it made you feel safe to be beside him also brought up by the fact that it was comfortable to sleep on. Either way, you could easily get to his side if need be.
Canada was also facing some mental battling. When he thought about it, he had never acted so cold-blooded about anything until he went after you. Some nights,
Frozen StarlightSolid starlight beam,Frozen Starlight3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Photon Congo line.
Each born of fusion,
To squirm through desolate space,
Die in my retina.
SealandxReaderxOliver There was something about living with England that you loved more than anything. Technically, any home would've been better than the last home you lived in. You still had nightmares from living in that house.SealandxReaderxOliver3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Mr. Russia's home.
It's not that he did anything to you per say, but that way he treated you and the three Baltics was unsavory. Every night, you would use what little energy you had to cry as Lithuania coaxed you with soothing words.
One night, Mr. Russia took you away and left you outside of England's house, claiming that a newly formed and young nation was too much for him. Needless to say, England was rather surprised to see you sleeping on his doorstep the next morning but the second he found out you were once Russia's territory, he took you in with open arms.
The first few weeks with England were tough on you. You mainly stayed secluded in your room, refusing to come out for anything but to clean off or eating something.
A Chance Encounter- Privateer!England/ReaderArthur didn't really consider himself one of emotional ambiguity, favouring solidarity and holding no trust in anyone. He found it hard to love, looked on at some of his friends (no matter how close they were) with delicate disdain. Pain had made him who he was, and he didn't intend to get hurt anymore; he'd been far too gullible in his youth, lost amongst a forest and dreaming of a happily-ever-after beneath the ancient sentinels that were the trees.A Chance Encounter- Privateer!England/Reader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Now he was a master of the oceans, proud and strong and ruthless- Loyalty was of great importance to him, and as the world moved on faster than ever he was at the front of it; he was leading men towards the future, a new world of innovation and hope...Arthur thought he was happy, but from time to time he doubted it. He was respected, but although he appeared to despise the prospects of love when amongst his peers, he found himself longing for company. The weight of the world was heavy, and no matter how much the wars and conflicts