Forbidden...the Copycats TaleForbidden...the Copycats Tale6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sakura seemed to recover enough to give a small smile.
Its been a while.
He took a step backwards.
Youre supposed to be dead.
Forbidden...the Copycat's Tale
There was a long moment of silence, and the air seemed thick with the tense aura around both Kakashi and Sakura. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Sakura gave a small smile. It was the awkward smile of someone trying to break the tense air, but it was a smile nonetheless.
Well, if you want to get technical, Kakashi-san, Ive been dead for several hundred years.
Sakuras casual answer seemed to break the strange silence that had descended after Kakashis words. Time seemed to jumpstart, as everyone moved, turning to look at Sakura and Kakashi more fully. Her words had also caused several more hunters to reach for their weapons, as if Kakashis admission suddenly made her even more dangerous than she already was.
Kakashi was staring at her i
Smooth as Silk Ch. 1Smooth as Silk Ch. 15 months ago in Romance More Like This
Smooth as Silk
By: Aurora Collins
Disclaimers: I do not own Inuyasha or any of the characters associated with it. I'm only borrowing the characters to amuse myself and hopefully others. ^__^
Ch. 1 Escorts
The keyboard ticked by meticulously as the fingers glided across the keys in precise strokes. The screen illuminated, casting a distinct glow in the room. Words filled the document until the ‘send’ button was finally pressed, ending yet another email. Kagome sat back in her computer chair and released a heavy sigh, knowing that she still had a lot of work ahead of her.
She was about to start on another email when the door to her office gave a resounding knock. “Come in,” Kagome said, distracted. The door opened and a few of her colleagues came tumbling through in a ruckus that disturbed her. Kagome looked up from her task and gave an inward groan. It was them again; Yume, Ama, and Rumiko. Her co-workers would always try and convince her to go out to the most ou
Don't Go || SessKag DrabbleThey were silent. Whether that was due to a lack of something to say or to having so much to say they didn’t know where to start, Kagome didn’t know. What she did know, was that when she’d first come back, when the well had first sealed itself, she hadn’t thought she would ever feel the sorrow she felt right now looking down into the blue light that had become a constant friend in her travels between worlds. When she’d first come back, she would have given anything to return to her friends in the past but now…Don't Go || SessKag Drabble8 months ago in Drama More Like This
Her lips pressed together, knowing that he was standing behind her and not daring to turn and look to see more awe at the well than sorrow for her departure. He didn’t need to see how broken she was, staring into that light and knowing that this was the end of them. The end of their funny little friendship that had taken three years to build and had made her so happy.
A slow tear ran a course down her cheek, leaving it’s stain for
Forever YoungIf you could live forever, would you take that chance?Forever Young3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Imagine, watching your own life from afar.
Remembering the heartbreak and the tears,
Seeing all the people who left you with scars;
Coming to terms with your hidden fears.
Remember the day when you said to me,
"I want to die young or live forever."
Surely after all these years, you can see
You cannot simply wish for whatever.
Because every time I see you cry,
I'm reminded of just how much I love you.
How could you possibly wish to die?
If only you knew, if only you knew
Do you really want to live forever?
GraceDo you know that momentGrace2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when you start to cry and just can't stop?
And your tears are running drop by drop.
Your heart says what you do is wrong
but you mind says "Just pretend to be strong."
But do you know how hard it is
To show them your fake smile and your fake happiness?
If you don't have hope in your heart
and even not a little smile on your face.
All you can do is wait for gods grace.
The others just don't care
I told you, life isn't fair.
That's one of the reasons why I want to die
and one of the reasons why I always cry.
But whatever I do I never forget
to put the fake smile on my face
because all I can do is wait for gods grace.
SexySexy4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
What's wrong with it?
It's not a bad word.
Why can't I say it?
Tell me what's so wrong about it.
It's an insult to women.
Do you think she LIKES being a toy?
Do you think she enjoys you more if you call her that?
"You're so sexy."
That basically says,
"All I want is your body, not you."
This world's version of love is so wrong.
Perfect, perfect, perfect.
None of us have perfect bodies;
None of us are magically beautiful like those photo shopped celebrities;
That's all a guy wants in a girl after looking at certain magazines.
"You're not sexy enough."
"You're trash to me, and I am unable to love you for who you are; all I want is your body, and it's not perfect enough for me."
I'm not perfect.
You're not perfect.
He's not perfect.
She's not perfect.
It's not perfect.
Sexy DOES NOT equal true beauty.
Then what DOES?
Look in the mirror.
THAT'S true beauty.
For someone to love
The HourglassThe hour glass has begun,The Hourglass2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You wait and watch the sands twinkle down,
Slowly the bottom fills,
As you watch it near,
The last gran of sand seems to disappear,
Where has it gone,
Where did it go,
Then you look closely,
As it slowly falls down,
As if time itself,
Has slowed down,
You wait there patiently,
Watching that one gran of sand,
Still falling down to the ground,
It seemed like a eternity has past,
As you watch this tiny gran hit the rest,
With a sigh,
You look at it with a smile,
Then you tip the hourglass back over,
Watching the grans of sand fall down again,
Finders Keepers 3The ride to the park was mostly silent. Both Moira and Sebastian were lost in thought as she drove from Gerardo Hills, where most of the town's wealthier denizens lived, onto the main thoroughfare that would take them downtown.Finders Keepers 32 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Moira was recalling her near descent into madness. Up until about three weeks ago, she'd practically lived at the park. Every day she would visit. Hoping...praying...
She'd come early in the morning before work then go to the police station to see if there was any news. She'd return at lunch and sit, her food untouched, on or near the bench facing the grove of trees where Mandy had disappeared. Her heart would pound whenever she caught a glimpse of a little girl with dark hair and tawny colored skin and though intuitively, she knew that it would not be Mandy, the disappointment when she saw that it was not was so acute that she would sit, gasping and shaking, wondering when the pain would end.
She'd been obsessed, vigilant. Believing somehow that as long as she
You have a choice.Life. Full of laughter, full of smiles.You have a choice.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Full of love and happiness.
Life. Full of tears, full of bruises.
Choose a path. Ashes or rose petals?
Black or blue eyes.
Loud or soft cries.
Cherish the smiles.
Wipe away the tears.
Because life is too short, to be living in fear.
The Clock Move's On.The clock move's on,The Clock Move's On.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Clouds in the air dance all around,
You watch the birds chirp,
You hear the wind sing,
Can you feel the calm,
Can you feel the sun,
It's warmth tingling your skin,
The wind cooling you down,
When you play,
Under this bright new day,
The clock move's on,
You grow and fall in love,
You Feel so alive,
Your body tingles,
You feel cheerful,
You kiss for the first time,
And think how wonderful it is,
For you have found joy,
The clock move's on,
You grow older,
You are closer,
You soon marry,
And soon have a child,
And love it dearly,
You watch as they grow up,
And become adults before your eyes,
The clock move's on,
You are now old,
You look up into the sky,
Feeling you have no regrets,
As you know you have done all you can,
Reflecting on memory's that Where good and bad,
Remembering everything you had,
And with a smile you sleep,
The clock move's on,
You are no more,
You are now in the ground,
You are missed dearly,
By your family,
You held no regrets,
You are seen to b
Guide to Parenting ContestSilence? Probably mischief in the making.Guide to Parenting Contest2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You didn't dare.She smiled,You didn't dare.2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
but it was fake.
but she's about to break.
She reached out,
but no one came,
tried to fake it,
but the pain stayed the same.
This girl, she called to you,
but you didn't care.
Something told you to help,
but you didn't dare.
What would the others say?
The ones who called her a freak.
They may taunt or shun you,
so you choose not to speak.
Then she decides to leave.
Because no one wants her here.
You'll never see her cry.
She'll never shed another tear.
The White ThingsNothing is as far away as a minute ago.The White Things2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No matter how hard you row against the tide
we can never reach it, never return there.
It's hard to sleep in the light of my regrets
that creeps through curtain and barriers
to rot away and bleach all things white.
It's hard to sleep knowing that no distance
is as far away as sixty small seconds ago.
Immalleable, we rot, and things turn white.
To KillIs it innately wrong to kill another human? What decides this concept in our lives? Perhaps... a moral compass that drives us in the right direction from the moment we have enough consciousness to make our own decisions? Hardly – the answer lies within family roots and outside forces that affect each individual differently.To Kill2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We are what we have been raised to be. No child comes out of the womb knowing the difference between right and wrong. No child can tell the difference for they are pure and simple with no knowledge or preconceptions in their mind. They are untainted, similarly to animals that love unconditionally and kill in the same frame of mind. Family influences a child’s thoughts and actions by teaching them the ins and outs of what life is – and so, if a family’s morals are less than ideal, how could one blame the child for their actions?
It cannot be innately wrong to kill if a family has taught their child nothing but that alone as their method of sus
Writer's block.A thirteen-year-old poet,Writer's block.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Whispers frolicking among her tongue
As a ballet dancer across a stage.
What to write, oh, what to write…
Her fingers wrapped around a pencil,
Gently tickling the page
With a language between herself
And her imagination.
Thoughts race through her mind,
Frozen hands on a silver clock
Turning moments into
D r e a d f u l h o u r s .
What to write, oh, what to write…
Crickets stop their chirping,
Birds start to sing.
Five thirty in the morning,
And not a single word on paper.
What to write, oh, what to write…
She begins to scribble across the page,
Doodles and anything that crosses her mind.
Words begin flooding her thoughts,
As she wrinkles the paper and grabs a clean sheet.
“A thirteen year old poet,
Whispers frolicking among her tongue
As a ballet dancer across a stage…"
And just as she nears the end
Of these words,
Fumbling Toward NirvanaIf I ever get cancerFumbling Toward Nirvana1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
you’ll just say you told me so;
buy me candy cigarettes
and carry me to the window
to blow bubbles at the stars.
It is better to laugh with Death
than beg God, we have heard.
If you’re ever hospitalized
with slit wrists or overdose-blood,
I’ll slap you once, hard,
for not calling me first
to see if I could stop you,
then hold your hand to my face
and kiss the torn or untorn veins
of your wrist in gratitude.
And if neither of us make it out alive,
I’ll strike a match in the underwhelming darkness
you think will be the other side
and drag you toward rebirth with me.
Apologies to LaoEach day is its own microstep--Apologies to Lao3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
since I woke from my mother's womb,
I longed to mimic new words, trammel
the sound until it blossomed
like a newborn, and oh how I birthed
stories--told them how I wanted
the author's sacrosanct title
once I've grown. But growing meant
learning the practice of citizens
and their due contribution: beast-slaying
nature of please, thank you,
an apology: sincere
or not. Then there is time--the first
breath of nine, exhalation
of five, the suffocating mandate
of overtime. You grow used to it:
the cyclical disappearance of parents,
pervasive need of sleep, a home-
cooked meal's gradual transmogrification
to a microwave's impatient beeps,
the drive-thru's static, monotoned voice
by a man who has already learned
what I am learning: to cherish
the alarm's morning hymn over my mother's--
now I'm rarely late for work--can navigate
those can-lined aisles, the cold-grey
of the warehouse with deep strides
until I lose track of every step within
my eight hours--my mind
Not always the endThe seasons are passing,Not always the end2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That is unchanging.
The first leaves start to fall,
Leaving the tree alone, standing tall.
The flowers are withering,
The morning dew still slightly glimmering.
Life slowly being taken from the earth,
Letting the Winter prepare it for rebirth.
After the Winter the earth will be reborn,
The farmers will the harvest their corn.
New flowers will grow,
Be it fast or slow.
Forgetting the Winter and it's icy cold.
Leaving but the future to unfold.
The cold Winter removed old life,
Just to make place for new life.
An end is not always an end,
But make sure your time wasn't misspend.
The end is just a new start,
And that is truly a work of art.
Puppet masterI am the puppet master,Puppet master2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are the puppets,
I move you all along by fragile strings
For you limps are nothing to me,
I will move all of you down the path,
A path you all shall walk alone,
Your frail puppet hearts knows nothing of life,
Your frail puppet souls are nothing without a spark,
For the crowd waits for you to dance and sing,
Till the day you are set free,
That day when I cut the strings to freedom,
That day you shall not need them,
I hope I have made you stronger,
In this world full of puppet masters,
And the puppets that walk beside them,
For you are no longer puppets anymore,
Hearts that know how to live,
Souls that are now something,
Dolls that will be loved forever,
And move freely without pain or suffering,
To love those you want,
To be with whom you desire,
To feel emotion forever more,
And I am proud to have lead you this far,
But now you will walk this path,
Your decisions are what you choose,
For you are now free,
Little, amazing, fucked up, me.I get along with people who smoke weed, who have done MDMA, who have tripped donkey balls on LSD. I get along with people who have a mushroom experience… to tell, a drunken story that is unbeatable, a rebellious reminiscence, that makes me feel alive.Little, amazing, fucked up, me.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I get along with the fucked up kids.
I get along with the kids, who do not fit in with the mainstream crowd.
I get along with the misfits, who doubt themselves and ask themselves daily "why am I here?"
I get along with those who don't judge, but who are judged.
I get along with those who appreciate reality, in its most deformed, diluted, and incomprehensible state.
Normal is overrated.
Normality is boring.
Give me a fucked up chick, with scars, a guitar, and an endless game of truth or dare… any day
Give me a fucked up guy, with bruises, white socks, leather jackets, tattoos, and a taste for mystery.
Give me a man, who will look into my eyes and see the next 50 years of his life, in ecstasy… knowing I will do him good
The TypewriterThe TypewriterThe Typewriter2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It began and ended with a word.
Not a particularly strong or powerful word, but a word that changed everything. It wasn't too long or difficult to spell. It wasn't uncommon either. In fact, it was a perfectly ordinary word, but, I suppose, its commonplace origin is what made it so special.
I loved that word.
But the word doesn't mean much without the story along with it and I was always one for telling good stories.
I ignored the call from the other room and remained seated. That tone wasn't unfamiliar. Taking a bite from my toast, I waited for him to call again. It wouldn't be more than ten—
"Sammy! Come quickly! I've gone an' done it!" he shouted. I turned just as he poked his head into the room with a bright smile across his face.
"What did you do?" I asked as I walked towards his study. Chris had said those same words nearly twelve times this week. Every other day he had called me in for some discovery.
I pushed open the door t
AT: Rini-TanFlynn watched her from a distance. The long strands of her blonde hair were sparkling, giving her body a heavenly glow. Everything about her seemed perfect to him—the way she smiled, the tough exterior that she tried to put up. He knew it was an attempt to conceal something she wished to hide. What was that confidential secret?AT: Rini-Tan2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Flynn was still unable to unmask that certain demon.
“Flynn. Why don’t you go talk to her instead of eyeing her down? You’re stalking her like a wolf does to his prey.”
Flynn rolled his eyes at his friend, “It’s not that easy with Rinny, you know that.”
“Aw look,” another one of his friends interjected, “You even gave her a cute nickname already. Come on,” he cleared his throat, “You act like you have never spoken before. The way I saw it was, you two are quite infatuated with each other.”
Flynn gritted his teeth, “I understand what you’re saying but Rinny is very ind
Choice Between Two WomenTwo choices stand before you, at your left and at your right,Choice Between Two Women2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Both ladies passionate for you, landing you with a plight;
Who would you choose to be your wife,
To live with her till death, for the rest of your life?
Would you choose the woman who glows with grace?
With her long silky hair framing her beautiful face?
Whose tainted heart lies beneath the fake facade,
A heart so dark, her beauty flawed?
Or would you go with the girl whose scarred face horrifies all?
Whose horrid appearance cause eyes to fall?
Whose looks, however, is betrayed by her soul,
A kind-hearted aura that envelops her whole?
As the two women stand before you, the clock ticks away,
They listen intently to what you have to say,
If you were to choose, and answer you must,
Would you take what’s inside, or chase after lust?