RebellionRebellion2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a rainy Saturday afternoon. Normally Simon would have called some friends over to play on his PlayStation, but today this wouldnt happen. His parents didnt allow anyone to come over, because he had gotten a bad grade in the math-test a few days ago. Simon sighed. I know that I just had a bad day I mean, this can happen to everybody Or not? Oh damn, why are my parents so complicated
After studying for his next test, which he had finished very fast, since hes actually a very good student, he sneaked out of his room. His parents were watching a TV show, so there was no possibility that theyd come upstairs and check onto him. Still, it was impossible for him to go outside or call his friends, since theyd notice that sooner or later.
Instead he climbed up into the attic. Simon liked to rummage around up there, even though his parents had prohibited it, since it was Too dangerous or so. When he had close
Hoodie X Reader Pt.3Hoodie's POVHoodie X Reader Pt.32 years ago in Romance More Like This
I went back to the woods with Masky, only to find myself in a fight with Slender. It wasn't easy. He kept teleporting so it was hard for me to hit him. He wrapped a tentacle
around my neck, and lifted me in the air. I was struggling to breathe. "You better have a good explanation for what happened last night!" he growled. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a switch blade. "F-f-f-fu-ck y-y-you!" and stab him. He let me go and I fell to the ground. "Hoodie!" He tried to grab me, but I quickly dodged him and stabbed him in the leg. "You wanna know the truth?!" I asked aggressively. "Fine! I fell in love with her, and there's no way I'm gonna let you take her away from me!" I wasn't afraid to tell him about (Name). I wasn't afraid of him. "You can't control me anymore Slender!" and with that, I turned and left. I headed towards (Name)'s house.
I stayed in my room most of the day. I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened last night. So many questions just
The UnseelieFrom broken wings the angels fallThe Unseelie9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Gave way for the demonic call
A realm of tainted pasts exists
Of broken souls and masochists
The darkness drowns out the light
Mortality given monster sight
Sacrafical blood stains the walls
Flesh and bone intertwining the halls
Skin-stained fangs and frozen eyes
Inside your fears the unseelie lies
Unforgiving, such is the undead
Wrathful vengance swarming the head
Crystalline tears and sin-soaken sheets
Rotting corpses tainting the streets
Unfaithful subjects, bow down to your Queen
Unspoken evil, to humanity seen
The pledge of a proxyThe pledge of a proxyThe pledge of a proxy2 years ago in Horror More Like This
I'm here to serve
I will not disobey or lie to my master
I will be with my partner whether I like it or not
After I accept this life I cannot return to my old one
I'll try to find happiness and love even if its impossible
I'm nor human nor demon
I am a proxy
And I am here to serve my master
Mias and Elle - Chapter 8Elle kept a careful eye on Mias, nervous and quite fearful of what she had just witnessed him conjure in and around his hand out of thin air. He still had not answered her question, and she had a feeling that she would not get an answer or at least a real one- for some time. It was terrifying and incredibly intriguing to think of all of the possibilities of what that answer may be, but for now she would have to go on assumptions, as those were being carried away by her imagination to horrible places.Mias and Elle - Chapter 83 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
As they exited the stag brothers' home, Elle glanced over her shoulder and found that she really had no idea what it was that she was looking at. To the untrained eye in this case, Elle- there was absolutely nothing there but a rather large tree about the circumference of two average human arm spans. There was no sign of a door, or a home or hut of any kind behind it; it was forest, just like everything else around her, other than a feint hint of a path under the foliage.
One Piece of the PastOne Piece of the Past2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Luffy looked down at the jewel in his hand. "This...is it?"
One Piece! They had reached Raftel and found it, Gol D. Roger's greatest treasure. Robin had just translated an ancient poneglyph that described what it was.
"One piece of the past," the older woman nodded. "You are allowed to slip into the past to bring one thing with you into the future."
Luffy thought about it. There were many things he had sacrificed to make it this far. He thought of people he knew. He thought of things lost on the journey. He thought of his hat, which he gave back to Shanks some time ago. He almost wanted to go back in time and grab his hat, just so he could wear it again. That was stupid, though. Shanks said he would hand the hat back over if Luffy managed to find One Piece and brought proof of it.
There was one piece of his past he missed, one bit of "proof" that would stun not only Shanks, but the whole world. He usually tried not to think about the day Ace died. It was a scar that would never
Hoodie X ReaderI've looked all over deviantart and I have not found ONE hoodie x reader fan fic. And I am getting kinda sick of it. So I am going to do something about it. Hoodie will finally have a girl all to himself and he won't have to share with Masky. And also this is my very first X reader fan fic...enjoyHoodie X Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
I was walking home from a friends house. It was dark and cold out. I wish I brought a sweater or a coat. The wind was blowing through my (h/c)(h/l) hair, which made me shiver even more. Holy crap it's cold. I come up to the woods that weren't too far from my house. I decide to take a short cut through it. It's more dangerous, but it'll get me home faster. The only source of light was from the full moon. Even then it was hard to see. I notice a piece of paper on a tree. I grab it and look at it. On it was a circle with an X going through it. I assumed it was a gang sign and continue walking. I start to get the feeling that I was being followed. I turn around, but there was nobody t
K. M. W.,,Kotwico moja wdzięczna, (gdzieś mi się podziała)"K. M. W.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Jak słowami żal wyrazić?
Gdy gardło ściśnięte...
Jak kilka słów napisać?
Gdy ręce bezwładne...
JAKIM CUDEM mam oddychać!?
gdy, oh, tak w mostku pali!
Paraliż przebiega od serca
Co może mi pomóc w tej cholernej udręce!?
,,Spadł mi kamień z serca"-mów, gdy ci lekko,
ale prawdy zupełnej nie niesiesz,
bo gdy spadnie ciężar równy temu kotwicy to lżej na sercu nie jest ni trochę.
Jest ciężej, bo serce opuchnie i harmonię obali.
I co tu robić? Czym wypełnić miejsce tej pół tony stali?
Sweet EmilyEmily is six years old.Sweet Emily2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Emily lives with Mommy and Daddy in a big house.
Emily doesn't have very many friends because she doesn't go to school, but that's okay!
Emily has Tabitha! Tabitha and Emily are best friends. Tabitha looks like Emily, too! They both have blonde hair, though Tabitha always has hers in pig tails. They both have green eyes, too. Mommy and Daddy tell Emily that her green eyes means she has a biiiiig imagination; so that means Tabitha does, too! But sometimes Mommy and Daddy don't believe Emily when she tells them all the fun she and Tabitha have together…
They don't believe Emily when she tells them that it was Tabitha who used up all of Mommy's lipstick to make a picture on the wall. They don't believe Emily when she tells them that Tabitha was the one who broke the special plates in the locked cupboard that Emily can't reach. They don't believe Emily when she tells them anything Tabitha does, and it isn't Emily's fault.
"Oh, Emily, darling…it's pe
boys who love their grandmothersnever fall in love with a boy who loves his grandmother.boys who love their grandmothers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he will be too gentle with your lips,
too sincere when he whispers blessings into your ears
pleading that he doesn't deserve you.
his tongue will not slither between your teeth.
instead, the heat of his mouth will melt your scar tissue
until there is no trace of your travels.
never fall in love with a boy who loves his grandmother.
he knows patience.
you will try to convince him
that it is one of the many virtues
you don't yet possess,
but he will dig through the flesh in your ribcage
until he finds it lodged beneath everything
you're too scared to confess.
he will teach you forgiveness, remind you that you are not a mistake.
he will wipe the trails of tears that always seem to decorate your cheeks
and replace them with rose petals, saying that he chose the color red
to match the passion he knows flows through your veins.
never fall in love with a boy who loves his grandmother.
he will trace the freckles on your skin
Interview With A Malkavian This was supposed to be an interview with one of the Children of Malkav, but it seemed to turn into a story. I didn't ask many questions. Stupid nutter. Anyway, here's how it went.Interview With A Malkavian10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"So, tell me a little about yourself."
This question was probably the worst question to start with...
"Sometimes I stop and think. And then I realize that's a waste of time! Time out? Time in? Put your left time in... what was I saying? Oh yes. Sometimes I stop and think. Well thinking is just that more mystically mysterious, yes. When I think, I often wonder who hears it. What? You're hearing this... woah. Dude. Anyway, some people wonder 'what' I am. Screw you guys, I'm going home. Wait no, that was Cartman. No, I'm going insane. No wait, too late. Wow, that rhymed.
"What I meant to say... say... say is... is.... is.... um... uh... 'what' am I? Question is, 'who' am I. Now I don't have to tell you how many haguses I had to choke down
HeartacheThere's a reason whyHeartache2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
both my heart and my gun
have empty chambers baby,
and it's you.
In soaptaÎn șoaptăIn soapta2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
De când ţi-ai strivit sânii de buzele mele
cuvintele au gust de lapte
și am învăţat să le ţin în gură
până se topesc
ca apoi să le las să se scurgă
dureros de fierbinţi
în abisul urechilor tale
Tot de atunci
am pierdut chei și lacăte
și sunt străin în propria casă
mă zvârcolesc în așternuturi murdare
și întunericul de catifea
e gros și umed ca o mlaștină
și când îţi strig numele
sunetul abia-l străbate,
dar se duce de la mine
și se pierde
Under A Gibbous MoonIt was a dark evening, the light of a starkly gibbous moon shone ominously onto a lone Arkham building. A place rooted firmly into one of the more undesirable districts of that cursed city. The light trickled through into its Georgian interior, as if afraid of the dancing shadows it threw forward like devilish spectres. The pointed ears and peaked form of something alien to the world were cast darkly onto Howard Phillip Lovecraft by the softly tortured light. He sat reading the "The Cask of Amontillado", muttering to himself, strange musings punctuated by the curling of his lips. The cat's shadow disappeared and the scene seemed twisted for a moment, silent but for the screams of another world that could be heard echoing in the dark circuitous passageways of his mind.Under A Gibbous Moon3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lovecraft stared stoically at the aged paper before him, pensive as he ignored this all too familiar experience. He closed the book, self indulgent self hatred and adoration of his erstwhile peer an
Equestria Girls - Big brother's watching youHe tapped at the window to mark the seconds as they passed. He hated waiting, but he knew that it was important that he do so. This was a conversation that was needed, even though he was certain that he'd probably get in trouble for it later. Shining Armour, former captain of the Equestrian royal guard, and current co-ruler of the Crystal Empire alongside his wife, Princess Cadence. He was in his office, in the royal palace of the Empire's crystal city, looking out of the balcony-window at the city below.Equestria Girls - Big brother's watching you2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had been over a year since the two of them had taken the throne of this place, but they had settled into their roles well. Having had a military background, Shining had taken on the role of instructor of the nation's new guards, and they'd all turned out well. And speaking of the guards, it was that which now concerned him. For it had recently come to his attention that one of his guards had been seen doing something that, needless to say, had surprised the stallion a great deal.
Depression...No, depression is not just getting sad.Depression...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's a constant sadness that melts into your bones,
An indescribably heavy weight upon your shoulders,
Never mind your heart and soul.
It's believing so many lies (maybe because you've learned to accept them)
And no longer appreciating your self-worth.
Wishing you no longer existed, wishing yourself gone.
Depression holds you back from your dreams
And pulls you into a nightmare.
It takes full control of your existence.
It makes you never want to get out of bed,
And when you finally do,
You just want to get back in it.
But you know the hardest part?
Pajamas - FrerardSometimes, strange things happen around our tour bus.Pajamas - Frerard3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Living on tour is never boring.
Okay, yeah, sometimes it is boring.
But what I mean is it's interesting. The four of us each have our own respective personalities, and living together on a bus is like throwing those personalities into a blender on puree and then voila! You have a strange blend of zany, chaotic, activity and muddled body clocks, weird smells, and a lot of coffee.
It's difficult to have very much privacy or breathing space, no matter what bus upgrade we've earned this time around. For example, when someone (Ray) falls asleep on the couch in the lounge, there is absolutely nowhere to sit unless you fancy being sardined in your bunk for the time said person is snoozing the day away.
Then there's the bathroom, which is a toxic gas chamber, especially when the catering menu offers Mexican food. I swear it needs to be fumigated before I will ever go in there other than to take an emergency shower
Mendel and His PeasMendel and His PeasMendel and His Peas2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1 Sweet Aquaintance
Have you ever felt out of place? Like you just don't fit in? You're not alone. I've been feeling this way since I've started grade school. I'm wasn't sure why, until I took a really good look at my family albulm. Everyone had sweet milk chocolate brown hair and eyes. While, I stood there with snow white hair and golden eyes, smiling. I'm that one rose you never seen in a meadow of daisies. An odd ball. The brightside is that I have a loving family. Yet, I'm fifteen and my only friends are my three brothers and my parents.
I guess that's part of what god has prepared for me. I know he has created a big road me yet to take, for now I must deal with the pain of being different.
I slowly pull on my uniform fixing my light pink tie. I let the snow fall from the tight bun I had tied earlier. I watch as soft curls bounce on my shoulders. It's a shame no one seems to find my hair as beautiful as I do. I pick up bag from my desk stuffing my note
roses and brier“I’ve never planted roots-“roses and brier2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
believing her body to be
on a road trip
“Well—“ I smiled,
“let’s be like roses & brier.
We will go nowhere, together.”
KnowledgeIn a fever dream, black dooms descendingKnowledge3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He lies rapt in stupor.
The windows tilt from his halo, the dry
heat ticking, each death rattle measures light into
reflections- form a periscope. One eye is all
that is needed to see. People
stutter along streets, gloom draped. Voices
soften and stretch, heard through memory and dreaming-
one hundred shadowy watchers meld to tarmac. Only one enters.
Yard lights convulse, scald twilit moments, birds
settling on flares. He blinks,
old as time- skin a coral of waxes, leather from his own glow. Eyes,
molten yolks still glimmer beneath lids, fat sunken. She watches,
notes of orange blossom form
a noose: all her palettes collide. She mothers
all earth- cannot . A beginning with no end, future, past.
Roots run transatlantic, languages bud- tiredness. Immortal,
he doesn't breathe.
He wakes to light dappled through glass and birch.
He was the oldest and the first,
his house heavy with rotting decades. TV
translated static into prayers, sun-blea
LotteryLottery3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
A lonesome figure roams the streets,
scorching sand under his feet,
twisted buildings, dark decay,
rusted metal burns away.
Under the amber setting sun,
silently wanders the one,
burning tires, bodies strewn,
evidence of that afternoon,
when this man rode into town,
and word of fortune spread around,
a lottery he announced that day,
for all the townsfolk soon to play.
Tickets grabbed with greedy hands,
none aware of the strangers plans,
a lesson that would soon be taught,
as stubs were pulled out from the lot.
Toushiro x Karin Chapter 6Chapter 6 ExplainsToushiro x Karin Chapter 64 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
-Toushiro's 's Point of View-
When I wanted to say that it was none of Kurosaki Ichigo's damn business what I and Karinwere doing, Matsumoto was starting yelled really angry at him. I've never seen Matsumoto that angry, only a few times I did see her angry, when other people were gossiping about Ichimaru Gin but really never this angry. Yuzu even had to hold Matsumoto from not killed him with her bare hands.
"How dare you Kurosaki Ichigo! How dare you ruining their date, do even have any idea how difficult it was to arrange this?" She was yelling at Ichigo. " Yuzu-chan and I did do as much as we could to give those two the perfect date and what happens, you show up and interfere ."
While she was telling Kurosaki Ichigo who was never scared of any enemy, looked now really scared just like Abarai, Madarame and Ayasegawa.
"Matsumoto, what do you actually mean by 'arranging their date' ?" I asked her, a bit angry and because I didn't wanted to help cleaning
My WONDER GIRL animation/comic series pitch“WONDER GIRL”My WONDER GIRL animation/comic series pitch2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
COMIC/TV SERIES PROPOSAL
BY TOM BANCROFT
NOTE: This series is aimed at the part of the audience that knows Wonder Woman as an icon but nothing more. Primarily everyone out there that doesn’t buy her comics or care anything about her continuity. More specifically, the ‘tween’ market.
Growing up the only teenager on a remote island full of women can be tough. It’s even rougher when your mom is the Queen. Such is the life of Diana, Princess of the Amazons. She is the last-born Amazon on Paradise Island. An island centuries old and where time moves slower than the rest of the world. For longer than Diana can remember, the Amazons have been training for a war that they believe will come one day. Though younger than the other women, Diana excels at all aspects of Amazon war training. Diana is successful and well liked, but bored. The only thing that excites her are stories of what l