Invicto - Rozdzial IROZDZIAŁ IInvicto - Rozdzial I2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
To był zwyczajny poranek. Było około godziny ósmej. Dzieciaki i młodzież, czyli w tym i ja powinniśmy już być w szkole i słuchać paplaniny nauczyciela. Gdyby to nie były wakacje! Szczerze mówiąc, uwielbiam mieć wolne od szkoły, mam więcej czasu na "swoje" zajęcia. Niby w wakacje jest czas, by się wreszcie wyspać (jak się siedzi do trzeciej w nocy i gra na konsoli, a potem wstaje o siódmej...pewnie znacie to uczucie), ale ja to już od piątej spać nie mogę, bo jakieś dzieciaki biegają po dzielnicy i wydzierają się! Jak tu spać w takich warunkach?! Dobra, muszę się ogarnąć i przejść do rzeczy...No tak, nawet się nie przedstawiłam! Nazywam się Heather Tanevris, mam 14 lat i jestem zwykłą dziewczyną mieszkającą w zwykłym mieście...Tak, te dwa
AnxietyMy eyelids are heavy, laden with sadness.Anxiety2 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.
CinderellaCinderella2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Waiting for a coach
that never came,
a ball gown
out of sackloth;
are not dependable
are best left
to their own devices.
Midnight was never a friend,
and under that suit
he is the same as any other
Na warunkowym- cz.2Dzień II- Dzień sprzątaniaNa warunkowym- cz.25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Gilbert gwałtownie poderwał głowę i rozejrzał się po pokoju. Musiał zasnąć w trakcie nauki - książka, która wieczorem wypadła mu z uśpionej ręki leżała koło jego kolana a kark bolał okropnie po całej nocy drzemania z głową opartą na piersi. Z całą pewnością nie była to wygodna pozycja. Chłopak z cichym stęknięciem podniósł głowę i pokręcił nią parę razy na boki, wywołując tym prawdziwą kawalkadę strzałów i chrupnięć. Niestety, wciąż był pozbawiony budzika, ale rezydenci sąsiednich pokojów, sądząc z odgłosów i stopnia hałasu, chyba właśnie zaczynali się budzić. Gilbertowi udało się zasnąć w mundurku szkolnym, więc
Answers Why was I ever born?Answers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are here for a purpose.
You are worth more that the moon and the stars.
There is no point to live.
I will show you the point of your existance.
I want to go home to you.
I am not done with you yet, my child.
I can't do anything right.
I will give you the strength to fight on.
But you don't understand.
No, you don't understand.
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
The Girl Who Didn't ExistThere was a girl who didn't seem to existThe Girl Who Didn't Exist3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In either time or space.
The world spun without a care.
It's like she wasn't. Even. There.
It was like she was a chill in the night
That ran up people's spines,
But no one ever noticed her
And her visibility to others continued to decline.
She felt like she existed-
But that was just a lie.
Because one night as she watched the world
In the shadows
She let out her final cry.
And so the girl who didn't exist
Became a whisper in the night
And her sorrowful whispers haunt my mind
Every. Single. Night.
Forecast Never Was That GreatThey say there's a seventy percent chance of rainForecast Never Was That Great4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
in the forecast for today but I refuse to believe
that we will be flooded and washed away
much like the dreams I had once upon a time.
I'm cold and the thermostat is broken
but nothing ever seems to work these days
anyways. Night's now staved off, bringing longer days
so I take advantage of it, letting the sun rain
down on me and serve as relief for my broken
heart. It's amazing what happens when you believe
in what you can't see. I used to pray all the time
but then I lost faith and watched it slip away
like the time I went numb as you pushed me away
as if I was cancer. It was the darkest of days
for me and there's never an hour or time
where thoughts of the past cease to rain
down on my fragile mind. The doctors believe
they can stitch me up but I'm sure I'll stay broken
and never be whole again. I'm the kind of broken
that you never see fixed. There must be a way
but I'm starting to lose hope and believe
my state is as permanent as t
The Monolith: Chapter OneThe Monolith: Chapter One2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The floor was firm and cold, the feeling had reminded them of a hospital examination table. Thoughts of pain, needles and death filled their minds. Then the smell swirled into their nostrils - urine and blood; it was if someone had emptied their diseased bladder here.
Jack was the first to awaken, lifting himself with both hands, turning and then, as he got on his knees, he stood among the bodies. He counted. "One, Two, Three . . ." his voice trailed off and when he turned around there was lovely tanned girl staring at him.
It had scared him; perhaps anything at the moment would have jolted him. "Hmph," he sucked in lots of air and his arms reached for his heart, clutching. She smiled back.
"Name's Mendy," her arm was stretched out in front of her. "What's yours?"
He was amazed that the first question he had heard was about who he was and not about where they were. "Jack, Jack Barrera," he then quickly shifted the question to something more important - Prioritize Jack he thought
Just kiss me in the rainWhile I still believe in love.Just kiss me in the rain5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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
Na warunkowymPrologNa warunkowym5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
„Puk puk…” Rozległo się pukanie. Rozwalony na łóżku nastolatek nie usłyszał go jednak, bo po przewodach wprost do jego uszu płynęła muzyka o niebotycznym poziome decybeli. Każdy normalny człowiek prawdopodobnie dawno by już ogłuchł. Ale on nie był normalnym człowiekiem. Był za to we własnym świecie. Konkretnie stał na scenie i śpiewał dla szalejącego tłumu fanów.
Nie usłyszawszy odpowiedzi (na którą też i wcale nie czekał - nawet zza zamkniętych drzwi słyszał przytłumione echo muzyki) chłopak wszedł do pokoju i na chwilę go zamurowało. Zaczął rozglądać się krytycznie. Na podłodze, fotelu i każdej innej poziomej powierzchni walały się ubrania przemieszane z podręcznikami, zeszytami, płytami kompaktowymi, opako
Graduation DayGraduation Day:Graduation Day2 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
Vampire!Arthur x Reader: Part VIIIVampire!Arthur x Reader: Part VIII3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Deep inside your soul there is a hole you don't want to see." Offspring
I looked at his blue eyes. They poured satisfaction as he gave me the news. For some reason, my chest felt heavy. I should be happy to find out; I don't have to be with Arthur, but I felt sad that Arthur was only using me as a host. Francis took out a small jar, which contained water in it. He took a sip and offered, but I declined it politely.
"So, __________, you still want to bear his children?"
"I never did!" I growled. Francis chuckled, and placed the jar back into the basket.
"Well, if you don't accept Arthur as your partner, you will have others waiting on your doorstep." He winked.
"What are you talking about, Priest-Faker?" I sneered.
"You powerful host have other vampires after you. You go into a type of season, where your will-power is great. You know about Feli and Lutz, oui?" I nodded, "Well, before we knew Feli was Lutz's host, you received a huge amount of atta
But I will.Fight me.But I will.2 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.
I BELIEVE IN SHERLOCK HOLMES Part: 1I BELIEVE IN SHERLOCK HOLMES Part: 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It has been four weeks since John had been able to look at a newspaper or turn on the television.
He only answered his own mobile if it was Lestrade or the office(Mycroft soon gave up on trying to
As well as, had yet to disconnect the home phone, and usually let the phone ring out the answering machine.
His answering machine rang out, as he sipped a cup of cold tea.
Hey, it's Viv from work! Wondering if you wanted to catch a bite later? Call me!
Her tone was inked with cheerfulness, possibly attempting to shake a little John's way. Lord knows he could use it. She was a new assistant at the clinic he was working at, quite pretty, but also quite taken with the Sherlock Holmes suicide.
How to make Muffin-Tin PiesHow to make Muffin-Tin Pies3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
This is a really fun recipe I use for the Holidays and parties! ^-^
The steps listed below will make approximately one/one-and-a-half batches of twelve mini mixed-berry pies. Just use a regular muffin tin, and you can use paper muffin cups if you like, but if you don't I recommend spraying the ENTIRE muffin tin (not just the cups) before putting in the dough to help them come out easier.
The Oven will need to be pre-heated to 350 degrees before the pies can go in the oven.
2 1/2 cups flour
1/4 cup sugar
2 teaspoons of salt
1/2 cup shortening (I generally use Crisco)
3/4 cup butter (chilled)
6 Tablespoons of ice water
Making the dough:
1.) Cut up butter into medium-sized cubes and return it to the refrigerator for later use.
2.) Cut up the shortening and drop in chunks into a bowl of ice water.
3.) In a separate bowl (large), combine flour, sugar and salt and then mix well.
3.) After they are chilled, remove the shortening from ice water, the but
Mias and Elle 2 Ch.6: AshesIs there even a reaction big enough to seeing yourself outside of the mirror? I couldn't find one no matter how hard I tried. As I watch myself emerge from the raven form my eyes run over my old tattoos on her skin my skin. Elias though, seems to find the reaction of his own; he shoots to his feet and comes forward.Mias and Elle 2 Ch.6: Ashes3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Azreal?" He asks.
"No." I whisper, though he cannot hear me, and his eyes are focused purely on her, nowhere else. I don't want him near that thing. That isn't me.
I may have my humanity but that thing does not. There is so much evil radiating off of it that it makes me gag. Fire is spreading this way, but Elias doesn't notice. The thing however, notices me. She turns her golden eyes on me for a moment and smiles, it is a horrible, fang flashing grin that my heart pounds faster in my chest. Is this what I looked like? Was I really this evil? The thought that I appeared this way to everyone I came by makes me want to throw up or sob, but before I can do either, its mar
Tsunami TerribilisTsunami Terribilis4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Le Tsunami terrible!
Quand la terre tremble.
CRĀĀĀCK! BRRRR! KRRRK!
Un bruit sourd qui surgit de la terre même.
CRĀĀĀCK! BRRRR! KRRRK!
Grugeant les hommes jusqu'aux os en cet aprème.
Les enfers ont ouvert les portes rougeoyantes
De leurs fournaises aux remugles sulfureux.
Toute la terre tremble et remue palpitante
Jusqu'aux profondeurs de ses soubassements ferreux.
Un horrible craquement qui ébranle la terre.
Peut-être une saillie souterraine entre des dieux?
L'onde de choc, qui se propage en mille lieux,
Secoue le roc sur ce quart d'hémisphère.
Des usines qui crachent le feu vers les nues,
L'onde serpent se faufile un peu plus vite.
La terre bouge sous les grands gratte-ciel qui s'agitent
Comme les doigts de la main qui envoie un salut.
Là en dessous, il y a cette alchimie secrète
Que la colère inconsciente des dieux secrète.
Les dés du hasard et du destin sont lancés
Red DressDon’t put on your red dressRed Dress2 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.