The Little Girl BlinkedThe little girl blinked and he was gone
Unsure if he was ever really there
But she knew that something had inspired her
To do things she wouldn’t normally dare
A teardrop too many he once told her
Had brought him from the shadows of her mind
As those around her began to wander
Across her imagination's fine line
But now he seemed to have walked away
As she found the life she had long sought
He slowly drifted back to the shadows
From her notebook and her beautiful thoughts
And the fools around her carried the spades
Burying him with her imagination
With an epitaph etched on a tombstone
‘Here lies my potential for creation’
Though he never existed beyond her thoughts
He was as real as a chrysalis on a tree
The butterfly perhaps was her freedom
The caterpillar was her memories
But she still sees his face in the reflection
Of her brown eyes in the cracked mirror
Knowing that he is alive and well
And is always going to be with her
People never understand reality
We are just
Loves me, loves me notHe loves me, he loves me not.Loves me, loves me not2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
What a stupid reason to kill a flower. How would a flower know if the love is reciprocated by the person?
He loves me, he loves me not.
How can killing this flower help? It was innocent, it had nothing to do this problem.
He loves me, he loves me not.
Will the flowers keep on being killed till it ends with "loves me"? Will it make a difference? No, it won't change how he really feels.
He loves me, he loves me not.
He loves me, he loves me not.
Flower petals littered the floor. "He loves me." The stem of the flower dropped to the floor on top of the petals that were once connected to it. A loud sigh filled the room, "Don't lie to me little flower, you and me both know that's not true. He would never love me, not the way I love him." The remnants of the flower were put in the bin and forgotten, but the message that it brought lived on in the mind.
He loves me.
I LOVE YOU MORE THAN I CAN EVER SCREAM!!!I LOVE YOU MORE THAN I CAN EVER SCREAM!!!3 years ago in Drama More Like This
I open my lungs dear
It doesn't mean you can have me back, No rush
My hearts losing blood, It's flushed
I was the girl you've held so tightly
Now your ghost haunts me nightly
Missing what we had, I blush
I don't need to await you
But only to await for someone new
Better at most things you do
I sit here and cry dear
I cry because I think of you, I'm crushed
Please leave me alone, Just hush. .
No dust will ever grow on this heart
One million years, There's a new start
But it doesn't involve me and you. .
I booked my flight to go home
I said I loved you, And I left you. .
Sitting here with you again
I promised that we'd still be friends, Again, Again, Again
Still friends, again, Again, Again
Still friends, Again.
Never Been KissedHe lifted himself from the bed, arms outstretched, toes curled. Today, he thought, was like every other morning. He would get up, pull on his uniform, and go to school. For the last two years, this had been how his life had played out every single day. It was better that was, regardless. Better than it was, before Dalton. Blaine was a prime target for your every day dimwit, and after countless unforgettable instances with said bullies, he was fed up with it. For years people kept telling him to wait for it to get better. To wait for things to start looking up. But why should he have to? Why should he not be allowed to walk peacefully through the hallways of his school without being bothered, like the majority of the other students. His parents were reluctant about his mid-year transfer, but they warmed up to the idea after a while. Ever since Blaine transferred from his Lima public school to Dalton, he kept to himself most of the time. Although he was the lead soloist in their school'sNever Been Kissed4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Kisses: Manipulation"Manipulation"Kisses: Manipulation7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kurama and Yusuke were sitting in Kagome and Hiei's living room when Kagome bounced in with a smile and a greeting. Walking over to where Hiei was standing, she touched his arm and said, "That was Eri on the phone. She and the girls want to take me out to lunch and to do some shopping."
"No? What do you mean 'no?' There's nothing dangerous about shopping," she narrowed her eyes at him.
"Hn. You have been tired lately and are still sick every morning. What will you do if you start to feel ill? Not one of those onnas has the brains of a stick," he frowned back at her.
Stifling a giggle, Kagome defended her friends, "They're not stupid. And it's just common sense that if I got sick, they would bring me home."
Walking AwayThere are certain periods of your life that you don't think will ever end. You think that life will stay constant, and your routines will remain the same no matter how much time passes by. But then you stop and take a look around, and you realize that even though you had thought that you were suspended in time and that nothing would change, the world kept spinning, and life kept happening. And before you know it, those times are over, and all you can do is look back on them with either a sad or a happy heart.Walking Away2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This can apply to any period of your life. You've just started school, then before you know it you're holding a college degree in your hands. You're holding your newborn child one minute, and the next you're helping them move into a new flat. A man with a box takes you traveling across space and time, and it's over before you can even catch your breath.
But the thing is: I didn't allow myself to believe that that part of my life would never end. I stopped it before I could g
ME1: World Without End Ch 3ME1: World Without End Ch 32 years ago in Romance More Like This
ME1: World Without End
Chapter 3: Finishing The S-Team
Dr. Michel was a pretty woman. Tall and thin, she had short read hair and gorgeous green eyes, I was completely jealous. She looked over to Garrus. "No, I'm okay. Thanks to you, both of you."
"I know those men threatened you. But if you tell us who they work for, we can protect you." I said confidently.
"They work for Fist. They wanted to shut me up, keep me from telling Garrus about the quarian."
"What quarian?" I asked.
Dr. Michel started fumbling with her hands and turned, pacing. "A few days ago, a quarian came by my office. She'd been shot, but she wouldn't tell me who did it. I could tell she was scared, probably on the run. She asked me about the Shadow Broker. She wanted to trade information in exchange for a safe place to hide."
"Where is she now?" I asked softly
"I put her in contact with Fist. He's and agent for the Shadow Broker."
Garrus shook his head. "Not anymore. Now he works for Saren, and the Shad
It Wasn't Enough Chap:5Yet again I pace around my room, but this time with Stan sitting on my bed watching me. I'm going to tell them my family. Shit, what will they say? I stop in front of my mirror, looking at my reflection. I'm gunna get fat. I look down at stomach and rub it with my left hand. I hear a giggle behind me and shoot my head up, remembering Stan is still in my room. "You look like such a girl dude."It Wasn't Enough Chap:53 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Shut up" I mutter but smirking, while I carry on rubbing my stomach. I technically am a girl, in the inside anyway. The doctor said I was born female inside. With a womb, and my hips have always been wider then the other boys. I'm the shortest boy in my year. But my face and obviously cock, are male. I'm like a he-she-no; I am a he-she. I'm so confused, I kinda hate this. I frown, before remembering the baby currently growing in me and smile again. I hear the door open and close downstairs, which signals my father is home from work.
"It's now or never Kyle" I turn and nod at Stan, before we
Autumn - Julius“Look at that.”Autumn - Julius2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“That coat... where the heck did he get it?”
“Isn’t it obvious? He got it from the girly section at the store.”
“It’s a girl’s coat, yeah. Has to be.”
“He’s so weird.”
Julius took a deep breath, drawing his new, red pea coat around him more tightly. You’re eleven years old, he reminded himself. You’re practically a grown up. Don’t let them see you cry.
This had become his mantra: Don’t let them see you cry. It was a matter of pride, really, and the fact that no one liked a crybaby made it even more important. On top of that, any sign of weakness was likely to attract more cruelty.
Don’t let them see you cry.
It was a chilly autumn day, with the northern wind bringing promises of winter soon to come. Julius liked the fall—trees bright with fiery reds, oranges and yellows; leaves blanketing the ground as though tucking it in
First Senshi: Sailor MarsHinoko was afraid of fire, trapped in her burning home which claimed the lives of her mother, father and baby brother. The scars on Hinokos body are a permanent reminder of the night she lost her family at the age of three. Sometimes at night, Hinoko can still feel the flames licking at her flesh. She often wonders why Kami left her alive but took her family from her. The local temple tired to take her into care for her but as soon as she saw the fires that lined the temple walk, she became very violent and injured three adult men.First Senshi: Sailor Mars5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Some say Hinoko was the only one found alive because it was she who started the fire. Others say that the fire had been for Hinokos father who had made too many enemies and finally made an enemy of the wrong person.
Hinokos mother knew her and her family, except for Hinoko, would die in a fire because she possessed the sight. Hinokos mother knew that one night a fire would claim her and her familys life but she did not know what
City OF Evil Ch.2Ch.2~by ldjango21City OF Evil Ch.25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He brought her to the couch to lay her down by the fireplace to dry and keep warm. Peering closer he gently sweeps her hair away from her face where she hit her head. There was a slight bump with a purple color bruise, it was merely a bang on the head and was going to be ok. None the less he heads to the kitchen to get some ice draping a blanket over her as he makes his way. Frida stirred in her sleep trying to find a cozy position as Django returns and sits beside her on the couch. He takes the bag of ice and gently dabs her bruise to help reduce the swelling. Her body seemed at ease all bundled up and giving a faint smile. She had very radiant skin and glowing hair reflecting the fire's light. For the first time in a long time Django gave a weak smile, it was nice to have someone around to be with. It was always quiet around when Sartana leaves for her vill
Ich Liebe Dich, MattheiuThere isn't one thing Gil regretted in his life from the time he put that ring on Matthieu's finger onward. He would turn back time and relive it all again if he could, but that option was further than impossible.Ich Liebe Dich, Mattheiu2 years ago in Drama More Like This
They had a good few children together, a good few nights under the covers and breathlessly in love with each other. Their moments never faded from his mind, and he hoped never from hers either.
The kids grew and grew, becoming lovely young ladies and gentlemen. For all the things Gilbert had a habit of messing up about, they were definitely not a part.
He always held her hand. Always kissed her lips at least once a day, and always told her that he loved her. It was never a lie, it was never some joke. Every single time those words escaped his lips, no matter the language, he meant it from the bottom of his heart. Forever was theirs. Forever would always be theirs.
Gilbert noticed something after the kids were almost in their twenties, though. There was something different fro
The Other Choice: Part 2Quasimodo hung in his chains, barely conscious and floating in his guilt and hate. Those cages, that fire, everything below him was his fault. Frollo spoke the truth, he should have known. Too naïve, too stupid, to think anything he did mattered.The Other Choice: Part 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
No, he thought weakly, snap out of it I need to break these chains! But he simply was unable to move. And what difference could he make if he could? After all, Frollo had won. Now, Quasimodo only wanted to grieve in peace.
A shift in the noise beneath, some gasp of the crowd, stirred him. Feebly, he raised his head.
His master was livid. He fervently waved his torch, and even from his place high in Notre Dame, Quasimodo could hear every word with which he damned Esmeralda. He couldn't make her out through the haze, and he didn't try. He couldn't watch that angel burn.
And then the pyre flared up, and the crowd was screaming. Esmeralda was screaming. Quasimodo was screaming.
Goddess' Help Goddess' HelpGoddess' Help7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Skye sat on the tree branch above Jill's house quietly, chewing on a blade of grass, pondering the idiocy of his being there. The girl had made it quite clear that she would NOT have theives on her farm, and the dog would catch his scent sooner or later. The phanton theif sighed. He didn't understand why Jill intrigued him so much. She --apart from Vesta-- had been the only one who had not fallen to his charms. Skye chuckled quietly, remembering that caper.
Jill looked out her window, gazing at the stars above. It had been 2 months since she had last seen the phanton theif. Jill missed seeing that pale face,