Today I DiedToday I died and I never got to tell my parents how much I love them, how glad I am that I was theirs.Today I Died4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Today I died and I never got to tell my best friend I am sorry for everything I've put him through.
Today I died and I never got to tell my boyfriend that I want us to be the cute old couple walking down the street holding hands.
Today I died and I never got to tell my future children how much I love them.
Today I died and I never got to say goodbye.
If I had survived for ten minutes longer it may have been the most painful ten minutes of my life, but I beg to have them. The pain is nothing in comparison to the agony of not saying everything I should've said.
Mom, I love going to bingo with you during the week. You have the biggest heart, a generous soul, and a loving nature. Life hasn't been easy for you, and I know I sometimes I ignore that. I'm so sorry Mom. You've given me such a warm and caring upbringing that it's hard for me to remember that you had to do without when you were
Molly's FairytaleMolly's FairytaleMolly's Fairytale3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Summary: Molly tells Sherlock's story in fairytale form to the children in paediatrics
Warning: Post-Reichenbach feels in the end.
A dark and gruesome afternoon after an accident involving 13 cars, resulting in 7 deaths and 9 injured, Molly Hooper found herself at the end of her shift. The young woman tossed the gloves she had been using into the trash, shoving her labcoat into her backpack as she made her way through the double doors leading to sweet freedom.
The rain made odd patterns on the large windows in the hallway and the silence was deafening in inexplicable ways. A steady ringing sounded through her ears, a result of talking to co-workers with the radio on one minute, and walking in complete silence the next with only her footsteps to provide reassuring sounds.
Before she would make her way home to indulge herself in soap series, take-away dinner and her cats, she made a note to stop by paediatrics, just like she normally did. The chance that she woul
My Worst Enemy.It rips.My Worst Enemy.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Please just stop, please stop.
"You're a fucking bitch. "
"How could you fucking do it?"
I'm so sorry. Please stop, please.
"You ruined him, you broke him, and you're completely okay with that?"
I didn't want to, I really didn't, please. please. stop.
"Can you fathom the tears, the undying hope that he felt?"
I don't know.. just please.
"You drove him to insanity, you hurt him."
I didn't. I didn't. I didn't.
"You pretended to love him, you didn't love him, did you?"
I DID. I DID. I care about him so much.. just stop. please..
"What? Are those tears? You don't deserve to cry."
"Is that blood? HAH. I hope it never ends. Would you like some salt with that?."
It won't stop.
"No one will come to help you, you never deserved it."
I don't want help..
"You are fake, you are
Feeling PrettyToday--Feeling Pretty10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just for a moment
don't tell anyone
We're not supposed to be
Just for that moment
The Patakis: Last MinutesAt the moment, Helga just couldn't concentrate. Even though she wasn't new to seeing a tape of Olga's award acceptance speech set to be aired during an award show, it still, left her the same feeling. Empty, angry, resentful, bored, and above all, jealous. Once again, her oh-so wonderful sister, the award-winning actress, was once again, unintentionally rubbing her fame and fortune in her face.The Patakis: Last Minutes6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But now, she was NOT going to sit for an hour or two, watching the tape over and over again, listening to Bob and Miriam pouring all their love and how proud they were of Olga into her, while she would sit in the background like a statue. No. Instead, she abruptly stood, fixed her blue hat on her head more to hide what it was really being worn for, cast a scorned look to her family as they watched and laughed at the award show taping, and went outside.
It was a cool, but still warm late summer evening, with a light breeze, and storm clouds roaming overhead, promising rain.
Helga sighed as she sa
Hope RekindledMy wickHope Rekindled10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
was burning low
until a soft wind
the open window.
Chapter 1: Flame PointsThe sound of water encircled the area. The subtle echo of the liquid splashing against the river stones, sent an array of euphoria to her ears. The piercing heat of the morning star kissed the skin of her face, as the frigid wind caressed her body.Chapter 1: Flame Points3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A loud crash erupted, the sound of the peaceful water being pushed out of its safe abode.
A piercing tone called out to her, “Butter! Please come in the water with me!”
She instantly recognized the voice belonging to her twin brother Scotch. Her cat ears twitched from the annoyance of her brother disturbing her tranquility. She peered one of her eyes open to see him drenched in the crystal like waters of Euteria. She couldn’t resist as the urge overtook her and the lips upon her face curved into a smile, her unmistakable feline fangs exposing themselves. The saliva dried quickly in the morning air.
“You are so silly brother, you are a walking contradiction.” She said, her smile growing wider.
Her brother tilted
My Lover...My lover painted me the moon, a dark and navy sky...My Lover...5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My lover is a goddess, with blonde hair, deep blue eyes...
My lover isn't perfect, she tells me everyday...
My lover falls to silence, when I whisper "It's okay..."
My lover is an artist, who paints my moonlit night...
My lover is my angel, with sacred wings of light...
My lover is my only friend, she means so much to me...
My lover, has my heart and soul, the only girl for me...
TJM: Return to San LorenzoHey Arnold: The Movie 2 - Return to San LorenzoTJM: Return to San Lorenzo5 years ago in Drama More Like This
The story begins immediately where "The Journal" had left off; Arnold is sitting by himself outside upon the steps of Sunset Arms when he make an important discovery - there is a map on the last page of his father's journal. In his excitement, Arnold gets up and runs back into the boarding house.
Arnold: Grandma! Grandpa! Wake up! I found a map!
The title "Return to San Lorenzo" appears on the screen. Cut to 2 weeks later in the middle of the day. A mailman holding a brown parcel (not Harvey) knocks on the door on the boarding house. After waiting a few seconds, the door is opened by Arnold. The mailman hands him a clipboard for him to sign a form, then gives him the package.
Arnold: Thanks a lot.
Mailman: You're welcome, Mr...(reads form)...Shortman...(snickers)...
Arnold: Uh, yeah - that's my last name...
Mailman: Right, right...(snickers)...well, you have a nice day...Mr. Shortman...HAHAHAHAHAHA!
The mailman bu
Kristin the Coffee GirlTheres a girl who likes her coffee,Kristin the Coffee Girl8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In a very special way,
She likes her coffee in a latte, Ive got that memorized
She comes in here every morning,
I politely say how are you?
She lookes up at the order board,
God,see the color of her eyes,
Makes me wanna kiss and hug her,
So today she came in her sweater,
Her favorite light pink sweater,
That she wears every Wednesday.
Yes today at 8:11,
When I greeted her as usual,
She said Fine, and my name is Kristin,
I didnt know what to say.
She thanked me for the extra foam, and I watched her slowly walk away
She said her name was Kristin,
Yes, her name is a thing that I love to say
Kristen the coffee girl,
You bring light to my whole world!
Kristin the coffee girl,
I love you, I love you, I love you
I hope that I will not be nervous,
When I am playing music,
I hope she likes my music,
Because I play guitar
And so earlier this morning I told my dearest Kristen,
That I was playin
Sweet and sourI heard a songSweet and sour3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A melody from my past
A sweet and sour reminder
Of what I have surpassed
I'm not the same person I was then
But when the music hit my ears
I was jolted back in time
To a point of tears and fears
I remember every moment
With such brilliance, such clarity
That during these transportations
I can feel the pain and asperity
When I return safely in the present moment
I'm thankful for the peace I feel today
That I can come back to a life I love
That I can respect my past and feel okay
I can tear down these walls I've built
To hold the demons at bay
Because I've learned that those very moments
Are what have made me who I am today
Mental IllnessMental illness is not "cool" or "edgy".Mental Illness1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is a plague.
To some, it is horrible and terrifying.
To most, it is life treating and deadly.
To want such a diseases would be a death wish
To want endless pain and suffering is the worst kind of ignorance
Graduation DayGraduation Day:Graduation Day3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They told us we would be alright...
We had fought with honour and won our titles.
We had overcome trials together -
Watching dozens of our siblings fall in the line of duty.
For this they had promised us, a wondrous welcome;
A bountiful world of adventure, with a myriad of paths.
All this, they said, awaited us in the stone cities.
Large metropolises, where the working folk resided...
There were hundreds of us, who made that journey.
Walking miles across the scorching desert,
Clinging to a hope of the fortunes beyond.
Yet what awaited us was not a promised land -
Nor was it a life based on the merit we had earned...
Instead we found ourselves quarantined,
Pitching tents of inexperience-
Huddling together for comfort and warmth;
As the great gates of employment stood eerily silent.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 18 June 2013
The Hunger Games Fan Fic Chapter One Will NerverThe Hunger Games Fan Fic Chapter One4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was raining outside. I could hear the raindrops on my bedroom window. Today was the day of the Reaping. I wasn't nervous at all. Ever since I turned 12 and I could have been chosen for the annual Hunger Games, everyday I go running until I feel that my legs can't hold me anymore. Then I start training for my upper body lift waits, do pushups. I can't accept the fact that I may not only die if I get chosen, but my whole family would be watching. Shocking, isn't it?
This morning I felt emptier then ever. I just turned 17 around three months ago, and I feel that my chances of entering the games are escaping from me. It's not like I want to get chosen. But it would be nice to do nothing all day and not have to worry about the consequences. Everyday I have to get up and go to work with my father. He is almost 40 years old and I'm getting worried about him. The fact that we have 3 more mouths to feed my
StatementLet’s start offStatement3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With a taste of truth
That I refuse to sell
But I’ll share with you
For the price of
That hearing crap
Won’t do here
Buys that at full price
I’m going to marry a poet,
One with a quiet voice,
The flavor of happiness
In his every breath.
I’d like to get drunk off
Of kisses like that.
But ideal love
Doesn’t exist without reason
Much like a cricket
Can’t help but to make a sound
Since it loves its silence alive,
Rather than dead.
Of jumping onto scales
And seeing how much I weigh
For the things I possess
Instead of solely
Measuring my heart.
Is it so bad
To crave the title
PrussiaxReader - Dirty Dishes Part5Blip, blip blip, blip, blipPrussiaxReader - Dirty Dishes Part54 years ago in Romance More Like This
The steady beeping of heart monitors roused your sedated brain to consciousness.
Blip, blip, blip, blip, blip
It felt as though your head was stuffed with cotton wool everything was warm and fuzzy, and you felt sort of disconnected from your own body. You couldn't feel anything, though your drug-pumped brain couldn't process why.
You slowly started to regain feeling in your limbs, and were alerted to a slight pressure building on your upper left arm. Keeping your eyes firmly shut, you listened to the whoosh of the blood-pressure machine as it deflated quietly.
As you silently took stock of the new feelings and sensations coursing through your slowly-awakening limbs, you took in some deep, steady breaths. From what your groggy mind could work out, it sounded like you were in a hospital?
But why? What was going on?
Swallowing thickly, it felt as though you hadn't drank anything in days. Frowning, you fought to ope
AnxietyMy eyelids are heavy, laden with sadness.Anxiety10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I miss my dear friends, God knows where they are.
My jaw is tired, and sore from clenching.
Anxious my mind has taken me far.
My bones cry out like stones to God.
The weight they carry too much to bear.
My soul has stopped it's melody,
...and no one really cares.
EnglandXReader New Perspective 1Based off of 'New perspective' by Panic! At the disco. Enjoy! （＾∇＾）EnglandXReader New Perspective 14 years ago in Romance More Like This
'Who cares! Define intervention, I wanna be praised from a new perspective! But, leaving now would be a good idea, so catch me up on getting outta here.'
'I want to be someone else... They must have an easy life...' Isn't that a universal thought? Haven't you ever wanted to be someone else? Don't lie either.
"I hate this! Shut up all of you!" You shouted, slamming your hands on the meeting table, earning jumps from a few countries. "Miss _______ is right... SO SHUT UP AND SIT DOWN!" Germany yelled from the other side of the room. The G8 meetings were stressful, especially for a new country such as your self... You looked around the table, seeing the new faces in which you hadn't been introduced. Your eyes stopped at a blonde man, whose eyebrows
Imposible.Dicen que la diosa Atenea les dio a los gatos siete vidas, por que les gustaban como maullaban.Imposible.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dicen que los perros fueron enviados por el dios Espartaco para que molestaran a los gatos.
Y de ahí dicen que viene su típico pique.
Pero el mundo es así.
Perros y Gatos.
Soñadores y Terraquenienses.
Y yo soy intermedio.
¿Y quién soy yo?
Un punto intermedio.
Porque siempre quise ser un soñador, pero nunca lo he sido, ya que siempre los alcanzo. Y los soñadores siempre se quedan quietos.
Sin embargo, dicen que soy caótico.
Dicen que sueño con los peces volando por el cielo, y con las aves buceando por el mar.
Pero eso es mentira.
Yo simplemente sueño con las liebres corriendo por las nubes del cielo.
¿Y quién soy yo?
Ah, permitid que me presente.
Soy Alexander o también Spencer.
Depende del día me llaman de una manera u otra.
Y yo digo que soy Alexander en la tierra, y Spencer e
Don't You Ever Wonder?Don't You Ever Wonder?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't you ever wonder
Why people think you're beautiful?
Why they think you're talented and smart?
Why they would waste so much time on you?
Does it ever confuse you
When people give you support?
I have no value, why do they care?
I can't do anything, I can't be a help.
Why do they even stay?
A simple reason, really,
Why they think what they think.
They see who we truly are.
Beyond what your mind has thought up.
They don't see you through broken glass.
Through the window that's been fogged up.
By the insecurites and flaws you l
But I will.Fight me.But I will.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I promise not to fight back.
I promise to smile, I promise to laugh.
I promise to be nice
Even if it's a sacrifice.
I promise to be strong
Even when you treat me wrong.
Because I've learned how to deal with ignorance
Better than you've learned how to use it.
And I promise to smile, and promise to laugh.
Yes, I promise.
I won't (but I will) fight back.
Red DressDon’t put on your red dressRed Dress3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for he doesn’t know the meaning
he doesn’t want the commitment
he doesn’t care for the color.
The red dress you love to wear
that’s stained from wine and beer
but still carries so much meaning
for who could find a second red dress
Don’t go out on your red dress
for the man who wants nothing more
to screw around and doesn’t understand
the meaning behind a simple red dress.
A red dress for when you dance.
A red dress for when you cry.
A red dress for when you need it.
A red dress for when you care too much.
Don’t put on your red dress for him darling
he doesn’t care for the meaning.
Put it away in the closet, and rarely wear
for he doesn’t deserve your dear red dress.