My Lucky Rabbit's Foot Ch. 1My Lucky Rabbit's Foot Ch. 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A lone rabbit sat dejectedly upon a cold, stone floor. His ebony fur, with only his face showing any white whatsoever, was smothered in caked dirt and dried blood. Probably from the many beatings that he had received in his time of captivity. Clasped to his neck, wrists, and ankles were magic-restraining chains, keeping him from trying to escape from his small prison. His sky blue and black jacket and shorts were tattered and worn, rips and tears being seen on every place imaginable on them. It seemed that they were also a bit too small for him.
Outside of the room, a single torch is lit, allowing a small amount of light to reflect into the cell, the only light, other than his own, that was visible. The rabbit looked up, the light from the fire illuminating his sad aquamarine eyes. That light source, small as it may be, was one of the only things he could grasp onto to keep from losing himself.
He had been trapped in this place for twelve years now. Twelve years since he'd b
Dirt Beneath the CobblesDirt Beneath the Cobbles3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
London did not make itself an easy city to love; Christina knew that better than most. Keeping her eyes fixed to the cobbles underfoot, she forced herself to ignore the flood of people crowding into the streets, focusing on following the map tucked away in her memory. The 'In-Between' ran across the bridges of London. An area where the nobility could be found, braving the fetid air drifting across from the slums, gawking at the poor, worthless people who fell into the wrong side of London.
Pulling the rim of her hat lower Christina shrugged past the well dressed sightseers, slipping into the maze of narrow alleyways and filthy terraces which made up the slims. Sidestepping beggars; who huddled in doorways with outstretched palms, she gripped onto her collar, hiding behind the discoloured leather as she moved quickly. Here was where the unsavoury were kept out of sight. The laws set by men like Christina's father forbid those 'of less than pleasing appearance' to step onto the far banks
FireIf life is a slow torture anyway,Fire2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then it is a blessing to be,
From time to time,
Tortured by love
And if be consumed,
Let it be by fire
A Wish For FreedomA Wish For Freedom3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Wish For Freedom
I, a child birthed in chains
Raised in a cage
But on this day- they will break
I was taught self-hatred
Learning that the differences were divided
Among the people who are considered “civilized “
Forcefully combining my fear and envy
As I was raised in the middle of this society
My power and pride were deprived of me
I was only an empty vessel
Believing that all promises were fabled
But once upon a calm- I witnessed hope's revival
Wings sprout from my tongue / Words from my soul are sung
A new voice's journey has begun / Let the era of silence be undone
Obtaining peace of mind / Experiencing freedom of heart
Allowing the colors to shine / The future will blind the scars
I had to fight the system; I had to stop the cycle
It was either my downfall or survival
So I reversed this downward spiral
Care not, for those w
His lullabyHis lullaby3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
APH: SuFin-NorIce CRACKfanficThe Stray Terror Of The SnowAPH: SuFin-NorIce CRACKfanfic5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Finland and Sweden went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Finland hit Sweden in his hand with a big standard iceball. It hurt a lot, but Finland kissed it dearly and then it was all better.
Then they decided to make a snow man.
"We'll make a really dirty snow man!" Finland said.
"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Sweden said. "That would be more unsatisfactory and politically correct."
"I know," Finland said. "We can make a snow Puppy. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."
So they rolled the snow up stiffly (sp?) and made a struggling snow Puppy. Finland put on a blanket for the mouth. The Puppy was almost as big as Sweden.
"It looks stirring," Finland said strangely. "But it seems like it's missing something."
"Here," Sweden said and held up a curious rose. "I found this in the room." He put the rose onto the Puppy's head.
It was perfect. Fo
Dennor: ForgottenLukas is losing his mind.Dennor: Forgotten4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It isn't something he admits to anyone. He hardly admits it to himself. I know if he had his way I wouldn't know either, but you can't spend that much time with someone and not notice something like that. And besides, someone needs understand him.
It's mostly the hallucinations.
They aren't like normal ones, that happen along with real life. Instead, Lukas's consciousness freezes in time. And in a single moment, hours pass in his mind, in which anything can happen. He tells me they're indistinguishable from real life.
The clocks stop, he says. But I hardly pay attention to the clocks.
It's terrifying, when he comes back from one of the visions, and suddenly he recollects things I've done that I have no way of explaining. One night we were lying together, and it was nice and quiet, the way he likes it. And then without warning he screamed, and shoved me off of him, and yelled at me to stay away. To keep my hands off of him.
It took me two hours to convince him
Vampirestuck JohnkatKarkat didn't know who he was. After that day, nothing was exactly clear anymore. He knew only one thing and that was serving his master for eternity. His neck still burned from the day it was bitten. He still has to feed his master and every time those teeth sink in his neck, it makes him feel even number. "Master, what is it you would like me to do now"?Vampirestuck Johnkat3 years ago in Romance More Like This
John looked at Karkat, how delicious Karkats blood was. John wanted to stick his fangs back in and keep drinking, but he knew if he did he would kill the boy. "Nothing for now'."
"Okay". Karkat droned. He never really remembered what normal life was. Everything now just seemed fuzzy. He adverted his eyes away from his master and decided on what to do for now. He went over and sat on the torn old couch that was in the living room he cleaned and dusted every day.
Johns eyes followed Karkat as he walked towards the couch. John felt almost bad, the poor boy never went out unless he was with John. He barely had a life to live! "Do as you
A ThingI want to eat soap so it will burn my throat,A Thing6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So I can feel the stinging pain,
As it slides right through me,
Will it clean the dirt from my mind?
Will it make me all better and clean again?
Will it help me find the real you?
I just want to feel something more,
So I can say I felt it,
Whether it is pleasure or pain,
I will know that it is real.
I can't always tell if I'm even real,
And I'm trying so hard,
Really I'm just grasping at straws,
Trying desperately to think of something,
But I just don't know what to do.
As I lay here dying, I am struggling,
To find even the smallest,
Most insignificant reason,
Why my life might be worth something,
For the life of me, I can't think of a thing.
Not even one single insignificant thing,
That makes the air I breathe worth taking in,
I am just worthless and useless,
And I only wanted to feel something,
One last time before the end.
If I could choke on my tears as I cry them,
I'd only be thinking of you,
And it's so awkward,
And it hurts me so fuc
Iceland X Reader - Everything About You SHORTIceland X Reader Everything about youIceland X Reader - Everything About You SHORT4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
''__________" you heard the cute sound of his voice. You always loved the way Emil called your name. He was so sweet and adorable. You were so focused on how cute he sounded, you didn't answer him. ''_________'' he called again, ''________, answer me '' still there was no response from you. ''Fluffy '' you whispered. Emil turned to look left to right and suddenly leaned closer to kiss you on the forehead. ''________, please listen to me'' he said. Suddenly, as you felt the soft touch of his lips on your forehead, you came back to reality. ''Emil '' you whispered his name. ''O-oh! What is it?'' you asked. ''Well, I wanted to ask you what you like about me I looked in the mirror this morning and didn't see anything attractive at all. My hair is a mess and I don't think girls really like to hav
Isolated: Snapped!Iceland OneshotIn my house, there is a large, framed picture of the five of us.Isolated: Snapped!Iceland Oneshot4 years ago in Horror More Like This
Actually, there are many photos of us five. Six, if you want to count that half-sized little twit.
Even in photos, it's noticeable.
Maybe that's what instigated my decision. The pictures. I don't know. To borrow an overused phrase, I don't know anything anymore.
I think it was just too much. This feeling just built up and accumulated over time.
Take, for example, last week.
"Berwald. Tino. Hi," I had greeted, stepping into their house.
"Peter!! Don't- no, STOP!" yelped Tino, rushing past me to tend to his 'son.'
"Busy, huh, Berwald?" I remarked, but that had gone unheard as well.
"L'sten t' y'r m'm, P'ter," he had grumbled amusingly, quietly doting over his nitwit of a son from a distance.
Ok, I get that when your kid's trying to set the curtains on fire, it might be one of the few acceptable times to ignore your houseguest. But afterwards as well?
I felt about as welcome in their home as a cockroa
Hot Chocolate Know Your Enemy PrologueA/N: I don't own Hetalia. I don't own anything but the plot. Thank you~Hot Chocolate Know Your Enemy Prologue4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Calmly the sun rose this morning, birds are chirping to welcome the brand new day. Shining through a window, the sun hit a familiar red haired man. His eyes slowly blinking open. His name is Feliciano Vargas. There is something particular about this morning, which he is trying to figure out. A sweet smell came from the kitchen and drifted into his nostrils. At first, Feliciano rolls over covering his head with a pillow to return to sleep. This attempt in unsuccessful, as the sweet smell came closer and closer.
Feliciano decides that he is not going to return to sleep this way. He sits up and rubs his eyes to wake up just as a blonde man walked into the room. He is strong and muscular. His eyes this morning shine along with the sunlight.
"Good morning, Feliciano." The blonde haired man smiles, the way the sunlight hit Feliciano directly made him smile brightly. This is not the first time he
Everyone Else - Part 10Genre: romance; high school + later years; drama; m/mEveryone Else - Part 103 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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"Just you an' me. How 'bout it?"
Finlay twangs a guitar string. He's the perfect image of a cowboy pining against the backdrop of a romantic wilderness Charlie thinks he can see through his music, instead of the hospital room that has had him walled in for two days.
"I can't, Finlay."
"You can't or you won't?"
Charlie can feel the disappointment of a crossed child wash over him hotly. But if he stays here, he does not know how long it will be until he tries again. Until he breaks down and becomes a deadweight to all those around him. Finlay's charity is unnecessary.
"This isn't about…" Charlie stops and sighs. "It's complicated," he says.
He can see that Finlay will not be satisfied with such a vague and perfectly generic answer. But how could he tell him? Where would he even start? Finlay could not possibly know how he feels, and yet he thinks he should already know.
Finlay strikes a sour note o
losingthis is not life.losing6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
trains, mechanical voices,
the questions my friends ask. this is not life.
every song reminds me of you,
sour honey sliding down my throat.
this is not life.
two weeks ago i was flying:
on your shoulders, unstoppable, screaming with
you down into the hallways of the future.
we didn't just seize the day --
we went for the jugular and strangled the world.
saturday sitting on the jetty
you told me one day we would be flying among the stars.
i leaned against you and stared up at the blackness.
i believed you.
on monday the story changed.
you assured me that i was just a way for you to repent,
to apologise for every bad thing you'd done.
your eyes had some strange fury, like a man
who has glimpsed the face of God and found himself wanting.
you would not look up from the toes of your shoes. (and i thought everything had been going so good.) today is friday and still everything is the same:
the train i sit on leads nowhere. i am afraid
and the chill is creeping
WaxwingLet me lend you wings of wax.Waxwing6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Wax for feather and glue.
On ledge we stand,
so take my hand.
Step into worlds of blue.
Terror-taken, tumbling fall.
The ocean winks an eye.
When wings do beat,
these breadcrumbed feet,
shall tread the new-born sky.
A heartbeat's flutter stalling.
A wingbeat stokes the fire.
With passion's flame,
we rise again.
Wax wings take us higher,
The sun above us watches.
See her admire the view.
Great goddess high,
sweet lady sky,
we'll climb as far as you.
The world up here is different.
This air too thin to breathe.
In space you'll drown,
so don't look down.
Keep hanging on my sleeve,
The fan-flames beat our faces.
You feel sweat slick your back.
Come hold me tight,
and feel no fright,
to hear our wax wings crack.
Blue sky now fills with laughter.
Up here we seem so small.
No fear my love,
there's birds above.
On broken wings we fall.
Great ocean mother beckons.
Cool water wraps around.
Too much to drink,
so down we sink.
The sun may keep her crown.
On stony ledg
VomitI hate being a prisoner in my own body,Vomit6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate feeling like I'm not good enough,
I'll never be good enough for you,
And if I keep waiting I'll lose my mind.
Instead of looking at what I'm not,
I'm going to make myself what I can be,
Maybe I can't be what I want to be,
But I can try to come as close as I can.
I'm so tired of feeling like I have to hide,
People always show each other pictures,
The way they look doesn't matter,
But they're pretty and skinny and glamorous.
Me? I feel like nothing most of the time,
I want to be young and thin and pretty,
To look like everyone else does,
I feel so bad being the way I am all the time.
I don't want to be something I'm not,
That's just the thing, this is not the real me,
I want to be the one I am inside,
What I'm meant to be is not what I am.
And most of the time I feel so hollow,
I need to be able to hide behind the pain,
Like I'm leaning over the edge, itching to jump,
Until the one day when it finally feels right.
Prisoner 3223Date: July 23rd, 2016Prisoner 32234 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Location: Kansas City, MO, U.S.
A young woman stood in her kitchen, making herself some scrambled eggs for the morning meal. She lived alone, and was alone, much of her family unable to contact her. The television was on, but for the most part, she was ignoring it, concentrating on her food.
This young woman's name is Jennifer Absal. She is 27 years old, and she is a lesbian. Most of her family was either dead or another homosexual. She has no contact with them, or anyone, to protect herself. She is not open about her sexual preferences, and has never dated. Why, you may ask?
America, land of the 'free', has a new law. For 'the protection of the innocent', the entire LGBT community has been forcefully entered into camps spread out across the country. So their 'sinful ways' don't 'infect' the innocent, God-fearing Christian boys and girls. Anyone even suspected of homosexual, bisexual, or transexual behaviors, including their supporters, are always forced into thes
HatterXReader(SyFy Alice):Part 1It was late, just a few hours before midnight. You were curled up on a comfy beige sofa in a blanket while mindlessly watching tv. You were currently staying with your friend Alice at her large apartment in the city for a couple weeks. You had met the beautiful British girl a few months ago and the two of you had become friends almost instantly. She was quirky, highly imaginative, and always had a way of going with the flow no matter what kind of crazy situations you both got into. You felt comfortable around Alice because you could tell her all your ridiculous fantasies and daydreams and she would never judge you for them. In fact she seemed rather to encourage the impossible. Some days you would both just make up silly scenarios and stories and get caught up pretending they were real. Being around Alice was as natural and comfortable as breathing. You never felt the need to hide who you really were or watch what you said in her presence. She truly had accepted you just the way you arHatterXReader(SyFy Alice):Part 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
People v. Oxenstierna: A SuFin Murder Case, Pt. 1Why do words come so easily to everyone?People v. Oxenstierna: A SuFin Murder Case, Pt. 14 years ago in Drama More Like This
I never understand how some people's minds are so closely connected to their mouths. How do you do that? How do you think something and come out with it, just like that? I've never said a thing in my life that I didn't mentally slave over composing before finally voicing, and even then I'm so hesitant. I wonder if I'll ever understand.
Take all the people in this courtroom, for example. They're all chattering away, words effortlessly spilling out of their mouth. It's natural for them. Unlike for me, words are just tools that they've been well trained with.
It reminds me of how Tino is.
Or had been.
Tino is dead.
I am on trial for his murder.
People v. Oxenstierna Fact Situation:
Himaruya University is a college in Chikyuu City, USA.
Tino Väinämöinen and Berwald Oxenstierna were seniors at Himaruya University, and close childhood friends.
On the day of October 13th, 2010, Tino wa
CendrellaJealousy is a sin. That's what Rin was always taught. Desiring something someone else had instead of cherishing what you DO have is evil. In this case, Rin couldn't really help herself. Miku Hatsune had it all, it seemed. She was the most successful Vocaloid, had a good career going, a good place to live AND a loving boyfriend. She had everything Rin didn't have. Rin had a promising career going, especially with her duets with her brother, Len. But she wasn't quite as well known as Miku was. She had a good home she shared with her brother, although it seemed Len would crowd her sometimes and made her wish she lived alone. And she didn't have someone to love her the way Miku had Kaito. Rin desperately wished someone could love her that way too.Cendrella5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rin sighed and rolled over, staring out her window. It was night time and she was trying to get some sleep, but her thoughts were making her mind race and made it impossible to relax. She didn't want to be jealous of her close friend, but
LokixReader- False Love Part 2LokixReader- False Love Part 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
You sat very still, quiet, utterly motionless on your small bed. Your eyes were trained forward and they glowed an unnatural icy blue color. Perfect posture had always eluded you, but now you sat with your back perfectly straight and your shoulders down. The [h/c] strands of hair that usually cluttered your face were tied back in a perfect ponytail, only allowing your bangs to be free. Someone had also changed you into a plain black jumpsuit and wrapped your fractured arm. You had been given directions to "not move", so that's exactly what you were doing.
You see, you were no longer yourself, you were simply one of Loki's pawns. You had been cast out of your own brain, and Loki had now settled himself in there. You were valuable to him, not only for your written notes, but for the mental ones you kept hidden for SHIELD's safety.
After a long while of silence, the locked door to your room had been opened. Your eyes shifted to the slim figure standing in the doorway, although your body d