insatiablethere is a hungerinsatiable1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
stirring inside of me
Zuko's Hair: the SymbolismIt is a widespread and somewhat controversial theory that Zuko's changing hairstyles throughout the three seasons of Avatar: the Last Airbender are symbolic of the internal changes which he experiences over the course of that time. I personally support this theory.Zuko's Hair: the Symbolism4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Let's begin with the basics. I am going to explain the theory at its core in the simplest of terms, and then explain the thought process which led me to this theory.
When you see Season One Zuko, with his ponytail, what do you think? I'm willing to bet that you think "bad". You may deepen this label by throwing in such choice terms as "angry", "bitter", "hurting", "confused", "searching for answers", and the like, but on the surface, it's just "bad". Now let's skip ahead 63 episodes. We are now in season three, and Zuko has shaggy hair. When you see this Zuko, what do you think? You think "good". You may also think "changed", "redeemed", "honorable", "noble", or "forgiven", but basically what you think is "good".
Now I want
Dusty Blood - Chapter one Page OneCHAPTER ONE PAGE ONEDusty Blood - Chapter one Page One3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Temptress Woods was fatter and wider than any man made city. The land of the stubborn trees, where the roots held onto the earth with a grip of steel and brushed the skies with the top of their leaves. For a long time this was what I thought the entire world looked like, and that other people were just plotted and lost in the forest like us. I was not born in the depths of nature though, I had been born like any other child in a village far, far away from Temptress woods. But I was barely past one week old when we moved here that the idea of a village full of children sounded bizarre. I was not born like the others you see. I was different. Looked different.
My left eye had a grey metallic shine that reflects like a mirror where as my right eye was of amber gold, soft and withering like the crisp leaves in autumn. I didn't think anything was wrong with me until I met other children, but that wasn't until the age of nine. My twin sister, wh
Dear Ex,My heart overflows with gratitude to you for the wonderful way that you've been treating me since our breakup. The past months have been truly enlightening, and the gifts that you have given to me have warmed my heart, strengthened my spirit, and broadened my mind.Dear Ex,3 months ago in Emotional More Like This
First, I must thank you for ignoring me, especially for passing me straight on the street, staring at your shoes as if you hadn't seen me there, even though I had been walking so close to you that our shoulders would have bumped each other, had there been only a foot's less distance between us. The time without you has forced me to reach within myself for the companionship and encouragement that I needed to press on. It has proved to me that you weren't as much as I had made you out to be, and enabled me to learn to carry on without you. You taught me a lot about putting others before myself, versus knowing when to put myself before others.
Secondly, I am grateful for your petty arguments, demanding my attention while
Scary Monster aNd Nice Spirite EnglishScary Monster aNd Nice Spirite English2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Scary Monster and Nice Spirite
We all at some time feel it … this feeling, this sensation, this adrenaline. When we are in danger it is when more it appears and is what it gives us the force to go out of difficulty, all … WE ALL in this world have it, some of them do not develop it, others if, others simply see it as a curse … as I pass to my 3 years ago …
SMn´NS chapter 0
I was in the habit of being a normal girl, any world was saying that it was like an angel … (A nice spirite), was happy nice, sweet, had very good qualifications. My only friend (with the one that had more confidence) to the one that was telling him everything he was Jeff a boy of the same stature blond hair gray eyes, I was a girl of medium stature, chestnut-colored too clear hair, eyes color white honey, teas, many people were saying that my eyes seemed of crystal, that they were so pure, that
Our Ambiguityone.Our Ambiguity5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He wears cargos and goes barefoot,
even though it's only March.
He asks his sister to shape his eyebrows
(she's better at it),
and hums to himself
while he smudges on eyeliner.
His nail polish is chipped
but he likes it that way.
After two hours of walking around shirtless,
he pulls his favourite t-shirt over his binder.
"I am here to make you question," and
"Pronouns just get in my way," and
"If you're confused, I
He writes his name in the fog on the bathroom mirror,
then writes a girl's name underneath it.
Then he wipes them both away,
and scrawls his favourite nickname instead.
predeterminationsthe music was over before it started.predeterminations2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
it was an earful of sound sent back to the womb: an idea we nurtured prematurely. we didn't have the slightest doubt that my body could be anything but growing soil. but the red flower pluming from this vessel was grown from pastures with a predetermined drought,
the strength of your fist and the tone of my bliss was exchanged for a mouthful of black tar from the doctor who dared to tell me that the secondhand smoke, the choked stanza of a poem on fertility i'd been carrying in my body turned the prospect of birth to the soil its worth was made from.
your features were stepping stones that guided me across the river and into this long string of a celestial forever, and home again
i close my eyes and we're back to evenings under lantern lights, poetry sprawled verbatim on the spooned out skin between my chest and my waist, the motherless space.
even clouds, in their flocked white adherence, are shepherdless. somewhere, dreams in glowing thick consis
Lovino's Letter - GerItaDearLovino's Letter - GerIta4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kraut, Macho Potato, Mr. Potato Head,Ludwig,
So, you and my stupid, little brother just celebrated your anniversary. What's it been now, almost a century or so? In human years that must be two years? Congratu-fuckin'-lations. Look, I'm not gonna pretend that I'm all happy frickin' rainbows and shit about this, alright? My brother is just as stupid as he seems, so it took me a while to believe that something might actually work out for him. Something like this anyway.
It kinda sucked for me in the beginning, you know. In fact, it still sucks for me. Its always, "Doitsu this. Ludwig that. Did you know that Ludi can fuckin' tie shoelaces?" Ugh, the way he talks about you makes me want to vomit sometimes. But he's really, really happy, you know? Its been a while since I've seen him this happy. Well, he's Feliciano, he's always fucking happy. But I'm his big brother, so I can always tell when he's really happy, or wh
I Comfort MyselfWith a warm drink, whispering secrets to my own reflection.I Comfort Myself2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The struggles that plague me, though none may know,
Are only for the ears of my quiet mirror, who smiles
Softly, warmly and with care. He tells me, I'm fine
I've done well for now and soon I may finally rest.
Though the silence continues to press upon me,
Weighing upon my soul like an iron crate.
Still I find comfort in whispering secrets,
If only to my own reflection - holding a warm drink...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 17th October 2012
The GunslingerThe Gunslinger4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You mean you ain't never heard of the Gunslinger?"
The bar was almost dead at this time of night, and the question seemed to echo around the room - emphasising the sudden silence, rather than masking it.
"No, boy, I ain't."
Only a handful of stragglers remained, the dregs of the evening clearing the dregs of their whiskeys. The lights shone dimly, and everything moved lethargically in the warm Texas night.
"Well I'll be. I thought everyone 'round here knew the story of the 'slinger'," said one of the stragglers a tall, skinny man wearing a pale cowboy hat. A battered guitar rested on his knee.
"I'm new in town."
They sat at the bar - the musician and the newcomer. The guitarist resumed a lazy melody across the treble strings.
"Oh really?" he drawled, fingers sliding slowly over the fretboard. "And how are y'all finding our little patch of dirt?"
"Whiskey's expensive. Women all look like men," the newcomer replied. "Music's terrible," he added, eying up the musician suspiciously
Human [Eren x Reader, ft. Titan!Eren]Despite what you've seen...you would never think of him as a monster.Human [Eren x Reader, ft. Titan!Eren]1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Emerald eyes glanced back at you. “Oh. Hi, (Name).”
The Titan boy was sitting several feet away from the camp, where the rest of the squad was gathered around a campfire, laughing and telling stories. Curious, you had walked over to investigate, and to be honest, the guy looked like he needed some company.
It was a rare sight to see him by himself — usually he was with Armin or Mikasa, or even both. The trio were stuck together like glue, and as far as you know, they’ve been that way ever since you first met them during training.
So why was he over here all by his lonesome?
“Where’s Mikasa and Armin?” you asked, sitting down beside the Titan boy.
Eren gestured to the forest nearby. “Mikasa went with Sasha to look for more food, and I think Armin’s helping with the horses.”
He turned his gaze back to the horizon, watching the l
Dear WriterDear Writer,Dear Writer2 years ago in Letters More Like This
I don’t like you. I’ve never liked you. Unfortunately, I need you. I need you to tell my story. I need you to create my world. I need you to set me free.
I need your fingers typing on those keys, I need your mind riddling out the problems, and I need you to plough onward and upward no matter how hard it gets. Sweat, blood, and tears, I don’t care. You’ve got to fight this war, battle at a time, and win it. So I can be more.
It’s a slim hope, but it is the only one I have. In your head I am bound to mortality, frailty, and the limit of your meagre imagination. Out there – out there – I am subject to no one person. Out there I am bound to only black on white. Words on a page. Words that can lay seeds within a million minds. Out there I am a story capable of growing, moving, and stealing the dreams of anyone who learns of me…
I don’t like you. I’ve never liked you. I hate your lack of dedication, your flashes of cru
Crayon SoulmatesDear Stars,Crayon Soulmates2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have a bone to pick with you. You see, when I was six, I called myself the nowhere girl... and I coloured myself a soulmate. I made him on crumpled sheets, with broken pieces of crayon, on a playground that was too busy wondering whether growing up entailed stealing their mother's cigarettes and their father's dirty magazines (I suppose I was already wise enough to know that growing up meant choosing one of the many ways of breaking yourself in two.)
I hope you remember him, stars...he was important to me (My best friend threw that drawing away on my seventh birthday and told me that someone like me was not supposed to have such dreams.).
He had hair as ebony as deep onyx and a smile that never grew up (Peter Pan would have been proud). He was magic in soul form, and smelled like cinnamon and the earth after it has rained. His eyes rivaled a lions on the best of his youth, his words were story shaped. His skin was an ink coloured canvas of wonder and even in crayon
if teen dreams were teen novelsthere was once a boy who had all the write words to sayif teen dreams were teen novels2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with all those fancy allegories, metaphors and similes
and antonyms of synonyms, like rails and snares and storms
and organs and trains and drums and hurricanes and
and she was only a girl with plain words, the kinds of things
that are only found in piles of papers and pens, books
she keeps where she sleeps,
that will only break when he leaves in the morning,
but she shares everything, like a boat shares a bard,
like a cigarette shares a lung, like a mouth shares other mouths,
like an artist shares her heart.
but there is a running in her heart:
not that type of beat she got when she was a little girl
and her favorite boy gives her a kiss on the cheek, but like when
he first shared his words with hers,
the kind of thing she gets only with naked skin,
and not like that kind of naked skin, naked, but before that
when she looks up and his eyes shine in that kind of way she thinks
might've happened when shakespeare was a teena
.throw my bones.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the fire just
to warm up your
there and wonder
why you're always
Love itI feel your hands in my hair.Love it8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I feel your breath on my neck.
I feel your body pressed so close to mine.
I feel your lips on my throat.
I feel your hands move to my back and your lips work their way up to mine.
I feel you and I love it.
I hear you say you love me.
I hear you whisper my name.
I hear you tell me I'm the only one for you.
I hear your breath in my ear.
I hear your soft snores as I fall asleep.
I hear you and I love it.
I see you as I run into your arms.
I see your face break through my world of darkness.
I see you fight away my fears.
I see you wipe away my tears.
I see you're in love with me.
I see you and I love it.
I taste your lips.
I taste your tongue.
I taste your throat as I kiss it.
I taste your love.
I taste your passion.
I taste you and I love it.
I smell your colone as I hold you.
I smell your shampoo as I hug you.
I smell your toothpaste as I kiss you.
I smell your excitement as you cuddle me.
I smell the smell I've been waiting so long to smell.
I smell you and
Yes, I Have a PenisYes, I Have A PenisYes, I Have a Penis8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do not assume (if I hold the door for you),
that I am making a statement
about your inabilities
to open the door for yourself.
If you hold it for me,
I'll say 'thankyou'.
Do not assume (if I pay for the meal),
that I am underestimating
your earning capacity
as a woman.
If you invite me out for a meal,
Do not assume (if I defend your rights),
that I am belittling
the attempts that you have made
to defend your rights yourself.
If you defend my rights,
I'll consider you human.