Lara and Sam: Something FunThere was always something about reading that Lara found fascinating. The fact that one's mind could, almost magically, block out everything around it and focus entirely on the printed word. It was one mystery even she didn't want solved, mainly because it had helped her extensively over the years. Especially on days like today, when finding the strength of mind to concentrate proved to be a challenge.Lara and Sam: Something Fun2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Although, that was a problem less caused by her own mental capacity, and more by the girl laying on the bed beside her. Despite being politely asked more than once to keep her distance, Sam insisted on staying by her side throughout the night. Ordinarily, she'd have no problem with this, but over time, the girl's various habits began to wear on her patience.
Out of the corner of her eye, Lara would constantly catch the motion of Sam's lips moving. Sometimes, she found it cute when the girl would sing alongside the music flowing through her ear-buds, now was not one of those times. On top
Blue sweaterA blue sweater.Blue sweater4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
There was a misshapen parcel for me at the foot of my bed. 'Mrs and Mr Weasley', it read. I was partly confused, but also incredibly fond of them in that moment. Didn't they know that the reason why I had not visited them for the holidays this year was because I could not stay under the same roof as their youngest son? Didn't they know that he had hurt me as I didn't remember being hurt before? No, of course they didn't know that.
And yet, there was a present from them, with my name, at the foot of my bed. I was confused at the same time because I usually got sweets from Mrs Weasley. Thank goodness those sweets never passed under my parents' noses: their daughter stuffing her mouth with sugar laden foods would have been a torture for a couple of dentists. But this time, it was a misshapen parcel.
A blue sweater. A Weasley sweater.
Why right this year? I felt like they were sort of including me into their family with that gesture. Harry had always got Weasley sweaters fo
Fossil Fighters: The Champions 1The two of us had been friends since way before I could remember. We grew up in the same town, we went to the same school, we liked all the same things, and we went on the same adventures. However, one thing that separated me from Todd was our personalities.Fossil Fighters: The Champions 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Todd was a cheerful, hyper kid like me. The only thing was he got easily scared. I practically had to drag him on this adventure! On the other hand, I'm more of the outgoing kind of person that doesn't mind taking risks if I have to (or want to).
Oh, I almost forgot to introduce myself! I'm Dina Sentōki! I'm hoping to one day become a world renowned Fossil Fighter! That's why me and Todd are here today. He heard there's some Vivosaurs hanging around up on this mountain, and I'm hoping to catch one!
If you don't know already, Vivosaurs are dinosaurs that were revived and given special powers and types. People often challenge each other to Fossil Battles that involve each of their teams, which can have up to three Vivosaurs, bat
Hope is at the DoorI've gotta fight the fightHope is at the Door1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've gotta live on the edge of time
There's no turning back
There's no stopping time
I've gotta push myself
To do better then before
Cause I've gotta fight
To fight the fight
To live stronger than before
I'm not giving up
Hope is at the door
Our Story Chapter 5: Memories and InstinctsStrawberryOur Story Chapter 5: Memories and Instincts2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The ticking in the back of your head. That certain feeling that you get when you know something, but yet you don’t. That tune that’s in your head but you’re unsure of the lyrics. That word your trying to pronounce and it’s there on the very tip of your tongue and yet you still are unable to say it. That feeling that you’ve been somewhere before. Oh how that feeling pulls at my brain!
A year? Has it truly been that long since I was born? Since something murdered my family. That thing with a loud boom for a roar. That evil beast which took my family. Luckily I have never encountered it again. But yet through it all I have nothing to complain about. My master brought me to his home. He had feed me, cared for me, and loved me. He has almost always been there for me, giving me a home and a collar. And the days that he wasn’t then I had the accompany of Billie. A large German Shepherd who in his life has been loyal to his master. He was wi
Poker Face BelarusXReaderPoker Face BelarusXReader3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
*aimai kabutta kamen moshikashite ima made miseteta sore mo uso? aitai tarinai HAATO sashidashite ki ga tsukya DAIYA mo ubawarechatteru.*
You didn't know why but she always wore one. It was rare for her to smile. NOT especially around you because the two of you were best friend; however the hell that happened. She always had her poke face on. She barely smiled.
*honshou? honnou? hontou?*
"Smile for me." You would tell her. These were the only times she did. She really only did when you told her to. She was very more...friendly around you. You had grown to like her in more then a friendly way but, you were both girls. How would that work out?
*saiwai saigai PIERO ochichatte mienai tokoro ni BURAFU hattemata. "Nounai doudai?" misukasare sugite dou ni mo kou ni mo atama ni kuru ze.*
Your last little hope of ever having Belarus love you back was killed with her poker face. She never showed any affection whether it was friendly or not.
Hetalia x Depressed!Reader - Spain's endingHetalia x Depressed!Reader - Spain's ending8 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Deep emerald eyes shone with concern as he seemed to tower over you, trapping you against the wall. He gently wrapped his arms around you, not saying a word, as he pulled you in for a hug. "Mi corazon..." he cooed softly, letting his warmth engulf you. "What's wrong? Won't you tell me?"
You simply stayed silent, burying your face in his neck. "(Name)..." he murmured, holding on tightly. "I know it was about the poster...but why are you so upset? It's just a poster..."
You could feel your eyes get wet again, but you fought the urge to start crying. "Who made those posters?" he asked, as if he hadn't known. "...(Bully #1 name) and her friends, I think," you sniffed, not bothering to look at him. A tan hand softly touched your cheek, a thumb ghosting over your left eye to rid you of the tears. "Shh, shh, chica, please do not cry...arruina tu belleza," he comforted you, trying to wipe away your tears. "S-Stop trying to make me feel better...! It won't work.
FragmentationThey sent the figments away soFragmentation4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I could see the leftover everything
Much Ahoof About Nothing Part 2Much Ahoof About Nothing Part 2 starring Princess Celestia and her faithful student Twilight SparkleMuch Ahoof About Nothing Part 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
by Butterscotch Sundae
"Rainbow?" Applejack said, frowning in disbelief. "Rainbow Dash? Really?"
Rarity nodded. "Oh darling, it suddenly occurred to me while I was chatting with Twilight over tea this morning. She said she felt as if she was missing something, and I suggest that it was somepony she was missing, rather. And when I suggested it was young Spike, she laughed. But then I remembered that Rainbow was also out of town. As you know, she's in Canterlot at the moment helping the Wonderbolts with the Spring Moon Festival performance that rather striking Spitfire has a marvellous aerial spectacle in store for the Princess Luna, I hear."
"Ah dunno, Rarity," said Applejack. "Ah mean, Twi and Rainbow? What do those two even have in common?"
"Oh, Applejack," sighed Rarity, lifting a soft forehoof and placing it on the muscular withers of her lover. "I do so love you
His Master, Forsaken IVHis Master, Forsaken IV3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Prolouge: Sequel series to His Butler, it's written to that the reader doesn't have to have read His Butler but, this makes it a bit more fun if you have read. This is a new and continuing series.
POV: Ciel Phantomhive
The tree branches sway in the cold wind, their soft chimes of colliding branches trickles though my ears. My blood runs cold causing me to shiver in the suddenly frigid air. A man strolls by walking his dog not even bothering to look at us, why should he? Clearly by his dress he has plenty money to sit back on, a small dog to adore and a psychopathic blonde with a demon butler not keeping him in a hotel room against his own will. Why should he glance at us? After all we just look like two young boys, one immortal one downright manipulative in the worst ways. I bet he doesn't have to worry about seeing his butler again, the same butler that's a demon and turned his master into one of his kind. I bet he doesn't have an insane craving for Alois Trancy's soul.
First timeSamAshFirst time2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I pace back and forth wildly. My mind raing. What is wrong with me?! I have lived through so much hell and came out of it with ease. Why is it that this female is causing me to shake in my pelt. "Adem what do you think?" Adem layed upon his back nearby staring up into the branches of a leafy tree, picking his teeth with his claws. "I don't know. I've never really liked a female before. What do you think?" He asks without even looking into my eyes. "I don't know! Thats why I'm asking you." I say as I slam myself down upon my haunches. He sighs in response. "You know we didn't escape the humans to find some girls." He states. "Did we? I don't know anymore." I say, meaning every word. "Yep your in love. Your already dead and buried." He chuckled. I growl, yet he still just stares up the tree except now with a smile from one ear to the other. "I want to do something for her." I started. "Then do it" Adem interupts. "But thats the thing. I dont know what to do. He shoves his paw agai
BSoaW 2: Part IBoth Sides of Her Heart: Chapter IBSoaW 2: Part I1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Come on Cooper! Keep up! Don’t be such a slow poke!” The 3 month old Diami barks at her friend. With pure joy and delight her mother Lupa laying nearby, glorious redish orange fur flowing in the new march wind. The wondrous colors of the fresh flowers swaying, almost waving to the wolves a glorious welcome of spring. The clearing that they laid in felt especially comforting. It was a sacred place now. A glorious place where pups play, and lovers meet just like Lupa and Titus had almost a year ago. Since her mate’s death, Lupa has raised her children well and shown exactly the same love that they would have gotten with both parents alive. And on this love, they had grown strong. Diami hasn’t grown much in size as she has in young beauty. But her glorious redish orange fur like her mother’s showed with a lighter tan color on her chest, underbelly and muzzle as well as a diamond shaper on her forehead and in her ears.
DeathI'll find you...Death9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In your last hour...
I'll find you...
Don't worry, i won't get lost...
I know the way...
I always know the way...
I'll save you...
Through pain and suffering...
I'll save you...
You're asking for what and why?
There is no answer...
I'm the eternal judge...
I'm your destiny...
SynesthesiaThe nauseous pink, the aching, weary teal,Synesthesia7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The burn of olive and the argent throb--
Familiar, all whelm madly and surreal
While two veined lilac glows suppress a sob.
Upon a velvet brown, electric blades
Of blue cut clean the curtain, sleeve to hem,
And trim with cords of fiery green, then shades
Of yellow, frightening; I do not know them.
How strange that, it would seem, into my head,
For unknown reasons and without my leave,
An oil slick was leaked, a rainbow bled,
Which begs this question of what I perceive:
Am I to know such pain that pain needs be
Made in some manner pleasanter for me?
Our Story Chapter 4: PowerVictorOur Story Chapter 4: Power2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Power, we all desire it. We all have the terrible tyrant inside us. That longing to be a god amongst the other whelps at your disposal. There are, just others who have the natural ability and the strong enough desire to obtain this power. I am one of those others.
My father was a very proud, strong wolf. With strength almost unmatchable and a dark brown coat of fur with a white underbelly and handsome blue eyes. Yet all his life he could not receive his lust for power in the pack which he receded. No his rival which he had grown up with took that. His black fur and yellow eyes always came in front of him. But then he came to my father one day. My father happily accepted the rank of alpha when his dark furred rival came to him, begging for my father to take his place. My father did not need the useless groveling of his friend to take his place. All his life he had desired the power over the others in the pack. My father watched as his long life friend wanders into the frozen wint
The World Ends With You...The World Ends With You...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sky's not the limit it's just a view
Make Mount Olympus open up for you
Silver's not enough for the Midas touch
The world's all yours and it ends with you
Don't pity meDon't pity me1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't pity me
Don’t pity me.
When you see that I am blind.
But pity those who can see with their eyes,
Pity those who are blind to their surrounding, their path,
Their future, their present, their past,
They are blinded by lies.
Don’t pity me.
When you hear that I am deaf.
But pity those who can hear with their ears,
Pity those who cannot hear Mother Nature’s song,
Their words, their story, their poem.
They are deafened by their fears.
Don’t pity me.
When you walk to my wheelchair,
But pity those who are free to walk the world will not,
Pity those who are planted on the dark rock,
Unable to move, to reach, to grab, to go.
They are paralyzed with shock- they’re shot.
Don’t pity me.
When you speak to me.
But pity those who can speak but have no voice,
Pity those who have no say, n
.is it worse to.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
hear a truth,
or give one
to tell a lie,
or live one
Regrets of a Guardian AngelGod told me to hold her.Regrets of a Guardian Angel6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
He didn't say;
"closer than most"
"handle with care"
After all, it is my profession to protect.
But when I saw her,
saw those bright blue eyes...
..and soft blond curls;
I did it like He had said so anyway.
They named her soul
and called it love.
But she was different,
and they didn't like it.
When she was five,
her 'mama' tore that pretty
blonde hair out by the roots and there was nothing I could do.
Because she told me not to.
At ten, her 'daddy' kicked her
down the stairs and out onto the veranda.
Because she was holding hands with a boy.
I caught her as best I could...
...but I could not catch her shattered soul.
Fifteen came by like clockwork,
and the girls were cruel and called her ugly.
They feared her prettiness
so they burned her mind with meanness
and shattered her internal mirror forever.
At eighteen, the boy she loved
took her innocence because he feared it.
Six months later he walked out the door
he never came back.
Twenty came, an
Jace and Clary It was one in the morning and Clary was sitting on Jace's bed, drawing in her sketch pad. Jace was in the shower. Isabelle was sleeping, Alec was marking a new dagger in the weapons room and she didn't even know where Simon was.Jace and Clary5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I need to talk to you."
Clary jumped when Jace's voice close behind her. "I hate it when you do that."
"I'm sorry." Jace said.
He had on jeans that rode low on his hips and he had no shirt on, revealing his marked body.
There was a short silence when Clary realized that Jace was waiting for her to speak. "What do you want to talk to me about?" she asked.
He came over to sit on the bed next to her. "Remember when we were at Taki's and I told you I was only interested in being your brother?"
Clary had been trying hard not to think about that day. The day she had finally decided that she didn't care if he was her brother
Wrapped Up In HerselfWhen she was six I came home one afternoon early and found her in my room with my box of art supplies upside down and my collection of long peacock feathers glued to her belt to make a lackluster skirt. The feathers were longer than her legs so when she backed away from me, surprised that I had come home, she tripped and smacked her head against my desk. There was an orange half moon on the horizon of the wood always after that. The funny thing was, I hadn't been angry in the first place. Seven days later she told me she had stolen the peacock feathers because she'd been learning about them in school. Her teacher had told her that peacocks were the most beautiful of all of the animals, and she told me that she wanted to be beautiful too. That night I'd tucked her quilt around her, kissed her sore little forehead and told her; you are already beautiful. I understood how she felt.Wrapped Up In Herself1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
When she had just turned seventeen I caught her again. It was Christmas and I had come home a day earlier th
Dear Father I Loved You, But...Dear Father, I loved you,Dear Father I Loved You, But...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
But this truth I shall say.
That you were the demon,
that made me this way!
And though I am hiding,
It's hard when it's lurking beneath:
This anger and hatred,
It's all I believe.
So don't speak or I'll hurt you,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
But you are the ending,
Of this broken story.
So tell me, dear Father,
What can you say,
To boy whom you twisted;
When you pushed him away.