The Old Man and the Manx Im going to the ruined temple to find my daughter, Manx, said the old man.The Old Man and the Manx7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It had been a chance meeting between the two. The Manx had loped over a rocky outcropping on the veldt just as the weathered old man had sat down in its shade, preparing to camp for the rapidly descending night. They had stood face to face for many long moments before the old man spoke, and now the two regarded each other with a strange mix of curiosity and suspicion.
The Manx was about the size and shape of a large, tailless dog, with patchy, straw-coloured fur that was speckled around his face and feet with the frosty white of age. His legs were long and ungainly, and their joints were knobby from years of malnourishment. At one time, the Manx had obviously had beautiful tattoos of dancing flames branded into the flesh on his sides and shoulders. Now, however, they simply hung like sad ribbons on his gau
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.
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 Poem3 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
Seven Minutes in Hetalia! Poland x ReaderSeven Minutes in Hetalia! Poland x Reader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My hand glided over something smooth and slightly cold. Pulling it out, I found that the object was a bottle of nail polish.
"That's, like, totally mine," a voice said. Looking up I saw a man with shoulder length blonde hair and forest green eyes. 'I-is he wearing a skirt?' "We, like, need to work on your wardrobe. Black is, like, totally not good for your figure."
"Um... I'm not sure how to react..." I trailed off.
"Aw, it's okay [Name], Feliks will probably bore you to sleep with his 'fashionable knowledge'," Alfred snickered. Feliks turned red, whether it was from embarrassment or anger, I would never know.
"Come on, let's just take our turn," Feliks said and pulled me to the closet. Alfred closed the door, still snickering.
"So, how do you- I mean we- need to change my wardrobe," I questioned, hoping to get him out of his sulking mood in the corner.
A warrior's funeralI am tiredA warrior's funeral4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For I have endured
This arduous battle
Without being inured
My blade is stained
With the blood of enemies
But ho! Victory I have attained!
Though at the cost of my life
I am cold, so very cold
And my lifeblood is seeping out
My firsn'final battle shall be over soon
As all are injured hereabout
I am young for this war
For I took my father's place
To die in battle I swore
Just as he did years ago
This is a warrior's funeral
Mine is a death of valor
I would never hide
And I will never cower
For Heaven's call
Is to those who stand and fight
And he who in battle will fall
Is he who bears a warrior's might!
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
Fake Plastic FlowersFake Plastic FlowersFake Plastic Flowers5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I saw a bouquet of fake plastic flowers today.
Their petals were made from rough, cheap fabric.
Their leaves were unevenly painted a sickly shade of olive,
And peeling off their stems.
The stems themselves were an unnatural green,
With an equally unnatural plastic sheen.
And they had obvious seams.
Harsh, stark, lines down the middle,
Branding them, beyond a doubt,
As cheap replicas.
They were falling apart, worn out, sad, and positively ugly.
But I noticed something else about the flowers.
From a distance,
The plastic sheen turned into a healthy luster,
The rough fabric became soft,
The uneven paint transformed into tricks of the light,
And they were more beautiful and perfect than any real flowers could ever be.
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
Chibi!Romano x Reader: Crush p.7Chibi!Romano x Reader: Crush p.74 months ago in Drama More Like This
Before you read.
Sofia is a made up character I made. Im sorry if I disappointed you if I did.
I hope you like it though
Warning: Bad language!
~No one's pov~
The little italian, Feliciano came running to Elizabeta, tears running down his face. He hugged her leg. She threw a worried glance at Feliciano.
"What is it, Feli?"
Kneeling down to the sobbing child, Patting gently his back as he hugged her tighter.
"I-I a dont find mi amici!" He cried, sobbing even more.
"Sofia and Lovino!"
Elizabeta gently grabbed him on his shoulders, staring him with gentle and concern gaze.
"Are you sure? They maybe hiding somewhere-"
"You miss and dude! I saw them walking into the forest right there!"
The american kid said, pointing at the forest. The woman eyes widened. "Oh no..." She mumbled, worried. Thinking about you're and Antonio's reaction.
She turned her head, glancing at the other woman happily playing with the other children.
"Bella! Can you take care of the child
things i want you to know.0.things i want you to know.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there is a picture in my living room
of my parents in their twenties, in sunhats,
there is a picture of my father holding me
when i was two years old.
there is a picture of my parents
on their wedding day.
there is a picture of me when i was
ten, eleven, twelve.
i’m seventeen now and
i won’t let my mother
take any of the pictures
i need to believe that, at one point,
this house was more than just
i was born on the second-to-last day
i weighed seven pounds, two ounces,
and it was ninety-nine degrees out.
four years before that, in 1992,
the officers who beat rodney king
within an inch of his life
five years before that, in 1991,
a cyclone in Bangladesh killed
138,000 people and made 10 million
ten years before that, in 1986,
a fire in a Los Angeles library
damaged more than 400,000
and on that day, april 29, 1996, i was born
and i’d like to pretend
that it was a go
Canada x Reader: Kinds of Perverts [PRIZE]Christmas season just ended and you and your boyfriend Matthew are currently at his father-figure Francis' house in France. And for once Francis didn't actually go after any Santas during the holidays and spent it jovially with the two of you. Christmas had been rather spectacular and New Years even more so, but now it was the days after and you were just enjoying a few days of peace before it was time to get back to work.Canada x Reader: Kinds of Perverts [PRIZE]9 months ago in Romance More Like This
You and Matthew were curled up on one of the couches in the living room, sharing a large blanket that you had brought from his house in Canada. Both of you had a cup of hot chocolate each in your hands to warm yourselves up in the cold whether. You gazed upon the lit fire in the fireplace as you cuddled and enjoyed your hot drink.
“I never knew France or staying with Francis could be this peaceful,” you said softly before taking a sip from your cup.
“I think that papa has finally started to calm down since I got the courage to ask you out...&
OHSHC X Reader The Holy one chapter 2OHSHC X Reader The Holy one chapter 21 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
You unlinked arms with Kaoru and skipped up to the music room door before pushing it open like a bad man you were. Wind court up as they and mad your skirt and hair move slightly. You walked in and a load of petals cam crashed down piling up on top of you making you yelp in surprise. A mountain of rose petals were now piled on top of you and people started to panic.
"I hope she's not dead,"
"she won't be dead. don't be silly,"
"Lets help her get out of there,"
You heard people running around and a pair of hands that were meant to grab your wrists ended up grabbing your breasts instead making you yelp and jump out of the pile of rose petals and slap the pervert in the face. "Get off of my breast you perv," you yelled in English at a boy with silky blond hair; amazing purple eyes and flushed red face. The boy was frozen for a few seconds before jumping back and letting go of your
Germany x Child Reader Part 1Germany x Child Reader Part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Germany x Child reader Part 1
[Name]-Obviously you name [H/C]-Hair Colour [H/L]-Hair Length [E/C]-Eye Colour
your a five year old girl by the way so yeah this is my first story so hope you enjoy now you may read XD
coldness was the only thing I could feel,running from my so called parents was the only option I had to live,looking behind me I see them,screaming I bolt towards a door of a lone house,banging and screaming to be let in.
"yes? hello??" I look up and see a man with blue eyes and blonde hair"
"help me!" I scream before everything went black.
I caught the young child who couldn't have been any older then 5, before she fainted I caught a glimps of her terrified [E/C] eyes, I picked up the young child and pet her soft [H/L] [H/C] hair.
"HEY GIMME MY KID YOU BASTARD!" I looked up to see to clearly drunk people, a man in his late 40's and a women in her 50's at least
Devil!2p!America x Angel!Reader-Forbidden Ch.1Devil!2p!America x Angel!Reader-Forbidden Ch.14 months ago in Romance More Like This
Devil!2p!America x Angel!Reader-Forebidden Ch.1
WARNING: If you are very religious this little series might offend you. Mentions angels, devils, demons, the shipping of
God x Satan, and God is female in here. Also there is some violence, language, and some sexual themes. You've been warned~!
The sun was bright as you stretched your long white wings. With your leather brown boots right next to you, you swing your feet happily as you sat on a white fluffy cloud. It was heaven. Literally. You were an angel not a demon or devil. So far every one of your friends have been getting their role as an angel. Right now you were relaxing while thinking about your future job.
Instead of being a soldier for God like most of your friends, you just want to be a guardian angel for a new born baby. Humming softly to yourself, you start putting on your boots again when you hear panting and yelling. Folding your wings you turn to see a devil running away from a couple of demons. Why are the
What You KnowSometimes the disinfectant hurts more than the infection,What You Know3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sometimes the pain is better than the protection.
Sometimes the tears sting more than the smile,
Sometimes the yard tires more than the mile.
Sometimes the blood shines brighter than the blade,
Sometimes the heart is blacker than the spade.
Sometimes the kiss is sharper than the slap,
Sometimes the lure is worth the trap.
Sometimes the night is lighter than the day,
Sometimes the beast is weaker than the prey.
Sometimes the cut hurts less than the sob,
Sometimes the break is harder than the job.
Sometimes the lie is prettier than the truth,
Sometimes the alibi is better than the proof.
Sometimes the hate is kinder than the love,
Sometimes the buzzard is holier than the dove.
Sometimes the loser gains more than the winner,
Sometimes the saint is worse than the sinner.
Sometimes the girl is stronger than the boy,
Sometimes the child is more broken than the toy.
Sometimes the poison is sweeter than the cure,
Sometimes the dirty are
HetaliaXCountry!ReaderXAvengers - Part 5HetaliaXCountry!ReaderXAvengers - Part 52 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hetalia X Country!Reader X Avengers - Part 5
As you guided your guest to the living room, you silently took a deep breath the let it out. You were completely nervous at the moment, and after what America had told you about Natasha, you were a little off-edged. Getting ahold of yourself finally, you cleared your throat, and faced your guests so that you were walking backwards.
"Okay, so, I hope all of you like pizza, chicken, salad, and junk food, because that's really all I've prepared."
"Oh, that's perfect," Natasha stated, smiling, "there's nothing wrong with pizza."
You smiled. Honestly, at the moment you didn't care if Natasha was some crazy spy or whatever. She was the only reason at the moment you weren't sobbing in a corner. You were glad someone could calm
They need better signsDay 67: Still lost at airport...They need better signs4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Spain x child!reader: Call me big brotherI do not own hetalia or you~Spain x child!reader: Call me big brother1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
This one does have a lot of Romano in it, but I am going to be making one with just Romano.
I cringed hearing yet another crash and scream from my neighbors. "Dios mio..." I muttered. Just then Romano came downstairs into my view. "Got don't-a they ever stop?" He said. I nodded in agreement. "I can't belive they would do that in front of their child." He muttered. My eyes widened. "They have a child???!" I yelled worried. Romano nodded, "SÍ, I think her name is (name), I've seen her a couple times. She only a bambino." He said as he pulled tomatoes out of the fridge. "Que?!? We need to go save her! She can't live like that!" I said before quickly going and grabbing my jacket. Suddenly Romano grabbed ahold of my arm. "Antonio. What-a the hell are you doing to do?" He asked in a serious tone. "I'm going to go get her! Let go of me!" I said trying to pull my arm away. " No, you are going to do nothing. You can't-a get her out. The least
Never Knew I Needed ~ (Sesshomaru x Reader) Ch.5 "Who knew that I could beNever Knew I Needed ~ (Sesshomaru x Reader) Ch.52 months ago in Romance More Like This
(Who knew that I could be)
Request: Emperor!China X Empress!Pregnant!ReaderRequest: Emperor!China X Empress!Pregnant!Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Aiyaa…..” Yao muttered, allowing his head to rest on the palm on his hand. He was currently in his study, working out papers with his brother, Im Yong Soo, the emperor of South Korea. “Hmm? Something wrong, da-ze?” The brown haired man with the strange curl piped up. Yao sighed and nodded. “I’m worried…” He replied, staring out the window that gave the view of one of the many palace gardens. “Is it about Empress [Name], da-ze?” Yong asked.
Again, Yao nodded and looked at his brother. “I just…don’t know if I’m ready, aru…” He said, with an exasperated look in his eyes. “I mean, sure being the Emperor is one thing, but this…this is a completely different thing, aru!!!” Yao said frantically. Im Young Soo sighed and smiled. “It will be fine, da-ze! I’m sure you two will be fine!” He tried to reassure the frantic Emperor.
“And how would you kn
HetaliaxReader: Sick Day Solution (Poland)HetaliaxReader: Sick Day Solutions ~ PolandHetaliaxReader: Sick Day Solution (Poland)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Poland. Yep, Feliks. He was one of your best friends, but you had fallen in love with him.
"Like, ______! Where are you?! Germany's about to, like, start the meeting!"
"H-Hey *cough* Feliks. I'm *cough* home s-sick Don't worry about me--*cough cough cough*" you started to have another coughing fit. Just then, your phone died. Wonderful. You forced yourself to stand up and walk upstairs to your attic/bedroom to get your charger. On the way up, you almost fell through your stairs. You REALLY needed a new place. Well anywhosey-whoosies [that phrase © my epic Canadian friend at school who's little brother's name is Matthew! ], you made it to your room, unplugged the charger and then blacked out. 'Dangit I wanted to tell Poland how I felt about him today '
When the phone line got cut off, I felt my face get pale.