GrowthI remember the day I caught him 'gardening'. His cheeks stained cherry with the brisk wind that trotted beside him up and down the smothered garden path. He dropped a seed as his feet brushed past each other. Up and down he walked, a solemn lieutenant. I asked him what he was doing and those wide sky eyes reflected the ice as he told me he was trying to grow flowers for his mother. I looked at the seeds spilt on the snow and told him that they could never grow in these circumstances. I will never forget the clench in my heart when he responded, with a child's tongue; "I know".Growth3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Writing AdviceThe key to building suspense isWriting Advice3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Day We Died"Oh shit, oh shit! Just what the hell are those things man," yelled private Johnson, as he unloaded just over half his M-4 carbine's clip at the screaming creatures. The bent-limbed horrors were peppered with bullets, but still they continued to crawl toward the soldier and his sergeant; shrieking in a strange unintelligible language. The creatures were by no means fast; they were limited to crawling, but their large bulky arms showed no sign of weakness. It served as both a weapon and a shield, dragging the rest of their thin emaciated body along the floor.The Day We Died2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I suggest you duck for cover Johnson, those things will tear you apart in melee," said first-sergeant Gabriel as he placed a hand on Johnson's shoulder and ushered him behind the blockade of furniture that had been set up. The sergeant pulled the pin on an old frag grenade. One that he had found within a storage box in the facility and he held it tightly in his hands until he was sure of the distance. "
moondust.we live in a world where our lungs are black and outlined with angry streaks of red. we plant diseases and destruction in the holes of our stomachs and watch them grow they shoot up fast and clog up our throats with ashy leaves.moondust.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
our fingernails are ripped, jagged edges digging into pale skin and leaving white hot lines in their wake. our wings are crumpled, feathers bent and pressing into the expanse of our backs they're the weights on our shoulders, and there's no space left for anything else.
your tongue is cracked and so is mine. words no longer form, sounds no longer rise. dreams and wishes fall into the cracks as nightmares rush past them out into the open. that breathtaking sequel to life you were hoping for no longer exists we are now aimless, hopeless, and craving for sin.
we swallow moons and exhale moondust; we stray from orbits and into vacuums. but all we ever wanted were the touch of lightly powdered lips against our flesh.
OCDI count the cracks in between the blocks of cement beneath me as I walk. Two. Two. Four. Four. Always four sets of that. Always two, two, four, four. Four times each. Look up. Blink 8 times. Two sets of four. Then back down. Two, two, four, four.OCD3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Safe. Those numbers are safe. Even, not odd. Odd is bad. 'Odd' is what people call you when you're different. Bad. Wrong.
Two, two, four, four. I try to focus on something else, not on how many steps I'm taking, because there are people behind me. Person. One set of footsteps. Bad. Half of two. I think of it as two feet, and that's better. I feel better.
I round a corner, looking for my goal. Always a goal; always a pull. It's getting stronger, so I'm getting close. I have to hurry, I have to lose the person behind me. They kept walking straight. Good.
It's raining again. It's been raining every three days for the past week. Three and Seven. Not good, but not the worst numbers. They add up to ten. Even. Safe. I duck into an alley, and stop sho
Six Word StoryMemories are for books, not heartsSix Word Story2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Pirate England x Reader Chap. 2Pirate England x Reader Chap. 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Pirate England x Reader Chap. 2
WHAT'S TO BE EXPECTED
Ready for some more pirate adventures, lassies and lads?
Here you go, enjoy!
Arthur felt his eyes widen with panic, 'PRINCE!? You mean that guy I just punched and stole his clothes was...was Prince Williams!?' Arthur snapped out of confusion and tried to explain to the valet. "No, no, I'm not who you think I am, I'm actually-" The valet gently pulled his master to the carriage. "Come, my Highness, we must be going now! We're on a tight schedule!"
Arthur looked around and saw people were now bowing down to him, 'Not good! This is not good!' Arthur thought in a panic. He tried to get the valet's attention, but the valet gripped Arthur's wrist tighter. "Really, sir! What has gotten into you?! We must get going this instant!"
"NO, NO, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND-" He was cut off by the valet. "Please, your highness, this is ge
cracks.before, you were the cracks in my bones, the stains in my carpet and the blood from my wounds.cracks.7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
but you told me that there is no point in speaking if no one is listening.
and you never were, so now you are only the dead silence that lingers in my heart.
you gave me flowers for my birthday.
'no thanks', i said, shaking my head. 'they'll only die.'
you smiled. 'but that's why i picked them - to watch them die. isn't it beautiful?'
and i could only wonder if you picked me for the same reason.
i used to think i was made of glass; breakable and fragile. and once it's broken, no one can put the pieces back together just right.
but you taught me that i'm not.
see, glass shines when light touches it.
You should date a guy who writesDate a guy who writes. Date a guy whose fingers are stained with ink, whose pockets are filled with pens, and whose eyes smile and dance with curiosity. Date a guy who notices things like the colour of your hair and the way you have your coffee, not because he has to, but just because it’s a habit of his to notice things. Date a guy who can barely get around a computer, but is expert with his word processor. It doesn’t matter; he prefers pen and paper anyway.You should date a guy who writes3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Find a guy who writes. You’ll find him just outside a library. He’ll like the idea of being outside, on the verge of a thousand worlds, a few steps away. He’ll love the idea of being outside, on the brink of one world, a few carefully placed letters away.
Or he will be inside a café. He doesn’t care whether it’s boutique or Gloria Jeans, moodily or well lit, though he likes it there especially when it’s raining. He will be the one with a notebook in one hand, pen in the other,
Sollux x Reader - Computer TroublesSollux x Reader - Computer TroublesSollux x Reader - Computer Troubles3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(A/N I had BCxButch help me with this...NO HATING PLEASE!!! Geez! Anyways for ahead of time sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes. >.
Werewolf!EnglandxReader- Call Me What You May- P3Werewolf!EnglandxReader- Call Me What You May- P34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Werewolf!EnglandxReader- Call Me What You May- P3
You walked out of school sad.
Even though you were a little bit closer to seeing Arthur, you didn't actually see him.
You kept walking down the street, kicking pebbles as you left for your house.
I hope I see you soon Arthur...
It was the end of the day and he still couldn't find _____.
What if she was hiding from me? He thought sadly.
He walked out the school, still in his thoughts when he finally saw you.
"_____!" He called your name, but you couldn't hear him over all the noise.
He changed his direction, and went to follow you.
You were pretty close to your house when you started hearing footsteps.
Because of all the horror movies you watched, you instantly thought he was going to kill you.
You walked a little faster but not by much, just so the person following you wouldn't notice it.
You sighed in relief once you reached your house, knowing that for tonight, you'd be safe.
Japanese Lesson 2-1: SeasonsJapanese Lesson 2-1 （日本語レッソン２−１) Seasons （季節）Japanese Lesson 2-1: Seasons6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Spring, summer, fall, winter . . . these four seasons mark the transition of phase in our world, and in our lives. In this short lesson, we will learn how to say the four seasons in Japanese, and how to express our favorite season(s).
始めましょう。(Let us begin.)
1. 春 (haru) ------> spring
2. 夏 (natsu) ------> summer
3. 秋 (aki) ------> fall
4. 冬 (fuyu) ------> winter
Now, with these four seasons, let us learn how to express our favorite season(s).
1. 私の大好きな季節は。。。 (watashi no daisukina kisetsu wa . . . )
(My favorite season is . . . )
To ask others what their fa
Hate Me [ England x Child!Reader ] 01England x Child!ReaderHate Me [ England x Child!Reader ] 013 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Throwing the things he was carrying in his arms at the front door, Arthur walked towards his living room. Lying down on the couch, his eyes drifted over to a small little fish bowl, inside the fish bowl a small face stared back at him, sadness imitating from the small body, the beginning of a new country, which had been left alone for an entire week.
Picking himself up from the couch, Arthur made his way towards the small bowl. He could see that water had pooling up in the small fish bowl. So (y_n) had been crying while he was gone? Once he'd stood right in front of your fish bowl, you threw your small hood over your head.
Hiding your brilliant (e_c) from him, the sharp stabbing pain of guilt stabbed at his heart. Leaning down to your level, Arthur gazed into the fish bowl; clear streaks of tears were falling from your eyes filling the bowl even more. Wanting to show you kindness, wanting to show you affection the English man had to
monstersit was summer when we met andmonsters7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
you were standing there with
the most vacant expression on your face.
your baggy clothes hid your body,
and your messy hair hid your eyes,
which i so-badly wanted to see the color of.
you held out your hand and smiled,
telling me your name.
i took your hand and told you mine then
brushed the hair away from your eyes,
finding out they were green.
my favorite color.
you were the one to chase the monsters
away from under my bed,
and after you left they came back.
remember the sun and stars?
i miss seeing them in your eyes.
a boy i used to knowlanky with long dark hair; i thought he was the most beautiful thing in the world and even though he denied it, i knew he was just being modest. sometimes i would let him stick his hands up my shirt and touch my ribs. he'd slide his long fingers up and down each one, reminding me of how thin i am. i often forget.a boy i used to know5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
i liked it when he touched me, but that was short lived and it was already too late to tell him to stop. it was like he didn't understand the meaning of the word "no" but i could forgive it because the mistakes he made were so honest.
"what would you do if i died?" he asked.
"i would be sad," was all i said and he looked disappointed.
today his hair is short and his eyes show a change. today i realized that he is the type of boy that all the teenage girls write about and it makes me feel pathetic in more ways than one.
he's been my inspiration for too long and it's time for me to move on because he's gone.
he's been gone for a long time.
Flavours and Fun - FeferiNote: (m/n) = mom’s name; (d/n) = dad’s nameFlavours and Fun - Feferi2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You smiled a little as you held the little wrapped-up jar of homemade raspberry sauce in your hands on your lap, looking out the window of the simple, yet somewhat fancy black limo you were riding in. Your matesprit had called, letting you know that she planned to have you be driven to a surprise location for dinner, telling you to bring any food you wanted. You took the opportunity to put the raspberry sauce you just made with the little pinkish berries you just bought to use and here you were, being driven in one of your girlfriend’s fancy limos that would take you to a surprise location. She may be known as the daughter of the ruler of her home planet that often caught the attention of the town you resided in for her status and appearance, but you knew her as the soul mate you came across that owned a daycare that took care of grubs and toddlers alike and was actually a really active caretaker there; she was ambitious an
The Strangest Night of HisLifeThe strangest Night of His LifeThe Strangest Night of HisLife5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You know, you could always go talk to him." Noah says dryly as he turns a page in his book.
"Huh, what? I don't know what you're talking about." Cody said snapping his head back to look at Noah.
"Of course you don't, because you weren't just screwing Trent with your eyes." Noah says sarcastically.
Cody's eyes bulge out of their sockets as he leaps the small distance between himself and Noah to cover Noah's mouth. "Shhh, he'll hear you."
Noah glares and pulls Cody's hand off his mouth.
"Sorry dude. Just be quiet about you know what." Cody says before pulling his hand back to his side.
At the moment the cast of seasons one through three are enjoying a party Well, most of them. Some people are still in the hospital, such as Alejandro, Ezekiel, and Sierra.
Normally the cast would never have a non-televised party, but Chris thought a party would be the perfect cover to let some of the contestants recover without dealing with their angry parents. So her
2P! FACE Family X Reader Chapter 3 [Request]Something very heavy was dropped right next to your sleeping figure. You shot awake, just as you did on the first day of being kidnapped. Your eyes instantly cleared, and you were able to see what had fallen. It seemed like a huge stack of paperwork. You looked around for who had dropped it. Francis. He was standing over you, looking at you with a "meh" face, like he didn't care.2P! FACE Family X Reader Chapter 3 [Request]3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"_______, I want you to finish my work for me."
You blinked confused. "What is this? Grade school?" you snapped.
Francis looked unfazed. "No. It's pre-school. This is my work work as in for a job " he growled back.
"So you expect me to finish this? When it's your work?"
Francis raised an eyebrow. "Yes. You are the family slave right?"
Your eyes narrowed and your left eyebrow twitched. "Maid." you corrected. "I've never heard of a maid doing someones work job, though."
Francis glared daggers. "Well, I've never heard of a girl sleeping on top of a desk."
Hide and Seek 2P!EnglandXReaderKnock knock,Hide and Seek 2P!EnglandXReader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm in front of your room door,
The strawberry blond killer allowed himself a giggle as he eagerly walked to the room you'd looked yourself in. Your attempt to get away amused him; surely you knew you couldn't hide from him.
He lightly rapped his knuckles against the firm, wooden door. Even when killing, Artie was always a gentleman. "Oh, _____." He crooned. "Let me in, please."
His grin widened as he imagined your trembling form hiding somewhere, silently screaming.
Ah, how the strawberry blond coveted this little game of cat and mouse.
I'm coming in,
I won't ask for permission,
You heard his fist hit the door as he called for you. Like hell you'd let him in!
But you were so confused. He'd been perfectly normal at the world meeting, when he invited you over for tea. But when you got to his house, he was a completly different person; he had strawberry blond hair and blue eyes and he was baking
Beauty and the 2P~RussiaxReaderBeauty and the 2PBeauty and the 2P~RussiaxReader3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
(LAST PART! Part 3)
6 MONTHS LATER (Due to the fact the writer has no idea what to do now....)
Ivan, I mean Nikolia and I started becoming best friends. We started hanging out with each other more often. "So _____, you don't care if I'm like this?" He asked me. I shook my head. "No way. You're the only friend besides my sister of course." I smiled. He gave me a hug "Thank you sunflower." He whispered in my ear. We both walked out of the school into the crisp air of the Beginning of June. It was close to the end of the school year. I felt so close and safe with Nikolia around. He had promised to walk me home today. We reached my house and I searched my bag for my keys. "Thanks for walking me." I gleamed. "You are welcome." He said before walking away. I was about to open the door when a hand shot out and grabbed me by the wrist and pulled my into the dark house. "Ahhhh!" I yelped. "Ok, are you dating
Preview! Getting Over It. Nepeta x Reader X JohnNepeta lead you to a booth at the very end of the bakery next to a few windows.Preview! Getting Over It. Nepeta x Reader X John2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Meow isn't this better than staying in your hive for a 'week'?" Nepeta giggled, and you smiled at her and nodded. "It sure is, everything just smells really good! What's this place called anyway?" You asked.
"Egpurret Bakpurry! My purrend John works here, and his lusus Jane owns purr place!"
You and Nepeta chatted for a few minutes, it seems as if you completely forgot all your troubles as you talked with your friend, it was as if you were slowly getting over the stupid break up.
Getting over it. This task is easier said than done.
Especially when you're ex and his new ... matesprite show up.
Great, just motherfucking great.
Thursday Night Escape-Mituna x Reader x Sollux Pt4 Part FourThursday Night Escape-Mituna x Reader x Sollux Pt42 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Everything had stilled, the pounding, the laughter, the thick black poison filling up my lungs, has all stopped. I can see as well, I’m in the Spot. Our Spot. But... no one is here. It’s empty. There’s only one person and that’s me. I don’t know where Mituna or Sollux are, but I know they aren’t here and I wonder why. If I’m in our Spot, then it must be Thursday, right? And if it’s Thursday, then they should be here, but they aren’t. They’re not and I don’t know where to find them. Maybe they got bored of me. Everyone eventually does anyway. I shouldn’t be surprised and to be honest, I’m not. Though, it does hurt my heart, just a tiny bit. We were friends for two weeks before they got bored of me, that’s the longest time anyone has ever stayed friends with me. I look down at my hands and give a short bitter laugh that scares me. For a moment it sounded like m