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
My Worst Enemy.It rips.My Worst Enemy.4 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
AnxietyMy eyelids are heavy, laden with sadness.Anxiety3 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.
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
a virtual lifebehind my avatara virtual life3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am queen of a wonderful world
I am a female warrior of a strange country
I am a werewolf
in real life
I am a girl who waits for the love
I am a girl who dreams from another life
I am a girl insignificant buried in the mass
The Hunger Games Fan Fic Chapter One Will NerverThe Hunger Games Fan Fic Chapter One3 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
Na warunkowym- cz.4Rozdział IV - Dzień zaskoczeńNa warunkowym- cz.45 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Gilbert obudził się rano odrobinę wymięty, lecz w gruncie rzeczy zadowolony i dość wypoczęty. Białoruś jednak nie zostawiła w jego łóżku ładunku wybuchowego, co było z jej strony miłym, choć nieoczekiwanym, gestem. Chłopak przeciągnął się i przetoczył się na drugi bok, lecz zaraz potem z głuchym łupnięciem spadł na podłogę. Pomimo tego spróbował się jeszcze zdrzemnąć, jednak stłuczone biodro i obite żebra pulsowały tępym bólem i skutecznie go trzeźwiły. Wstał i powlókł się do łazienki. Telefon oznajmił mu, że była siódma piętnaście, co dawało mu upojne pół godziny na przygotowanie się do wyjścia. Cholerna Natalia. Gdyby nie jej nocne wizyty, wstawan
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
Na warunkowym- cz.3Rozdział III Dzień tryumfuNa warunkowym- cz.35 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Tego dnia, ku jego własnemu zdumieniu, obudził się sam z siebie i to na czas. Kiedy przybiegł do niego Ludwig, właśnie zakładał krawat, a na łóżku już czekała na niego spakowana i gotowa do zabrania torba z podręcznikami. Na ten widok młodszy z braci uniósł brwi w zdziwieniu.
- Czy to ty już wstałeś, czy to ja się jeszcze nie obudziłem?
W odpowiedzi Gilbert wyszczerzył zęby i zmierzwił mu włosy. Nie przyznałby się do tego przed bratem, ale bardzo lubił to robić. Przyjemnie kojarzyło mu się to z czasami, kiedy jeszcze miał go pod swoją opieką. Poza tym, z poczochranymi włosami Ludwig wyglądał odrobinę młodziej i bardziej przypominał dziecko, którym był już coraz rzadziej. A ostatnim powodem było to, że blondyn
PrussiaxReader - Dirty Dishes Part5Blip, blip blip, blip, blipPrussiaxReader - Dirty Dishes Part53 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
Vamp!PrussiaXReader: Lost in BloodThe steam from the hot bucket of water was visible today as you dunk the floor brush in and out, scrubbing the cold stone floors of the estate. Never in your life did you expect to become a servant to Edelstein's.Vamp!PrussiaXReader: Lost in Blood3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You were still heir to family's fortune, once part of a high class of aristocrats that ruled the land east of here. As a young child, you had no cares about anything until that dreadful night came.
It happened so fast. One moment you were sleeping in your warm bed when the windows exploded. They appeared, moving swiftly and killing anyone in sight. These creatures feasted on the blood of others: Vampires. From your bed, you woke, hearing the screams of the servants and family, yelling to the Lord to save their souls. You remember your father barging into your room, sweat mixed with blood and tears ran down his face as he held the door closed. He tossed a particular item on your bed. It was in a worn brown sac, tied in red string. His last words to you still rang in your h
A lion among sheep.There are ghosts in my bloodstreamA lion among sheep.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
kissing concrete cells &
the bedroom eyes of nerve endings.
( foreign words
engraved into my marrow, birds in my chest
& wars not yet fought between my hips. )
I've taken myself apart every night
since I learned how to swallow a pen
limb by steady limb.
Passed around by grabby hands,
a sold, & borrowed daughter;
I am a lion among sheep,
drunk on life & ink.
One for the Fat GirlsOne for the Fat Girls10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here's one for the fat girls
We fat graceful girls
No one notices the elegant rolls
Or the lovely folds
Here's one for the girls who eat
For the girls who never miss a meal
You'll never see us on a billboard
Or in a magazine
Here's one for the girls who have a great personality
Who cry when we shop
And don't get asked out
But are way more beautiful than you
Because we have to be
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
She always fell for boys who needed saving.She always fell for boys who needed saving.She always fell for boys who needed saving.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Giving them kisses in the dark
to numb their headache from
drinking too much and yet
not enough to kill lust.
She was always adored by boys, who,
if given the chance, would rebuild
the world for her.
But she wanted to be the heroine
and refused to see
she needed saving, too.
she can't keep secrets, i can't keep friendsthe first time I see her in months,she can't keep secrets, i can't keep friends2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she still hugs me like i’m the only thing
keeping her world up.
i remember a time when this was true.
we do not talk about anything we used to—
those things have become taboo,
almost while our heads were turned away.
subjects are now landmines, with us tiptoeing around them,
me in my beat up converse and her in her sky-high stilettos.
we do not talk about how she did not say goodbye.
we do not talk about her old-new-old-old-gone boyfriend.
we don’t mention any new holes in my heart
or any new episodes of a now cancelled television show.
we do not talk about the new kid who looks like her
and we don’t talk about the school of new kids she looks at every morning.
i do not tell her that i have written seventeen poems about her
because she does not understand my way of letting go.
i do not tell her that it is close to October
and i have stopped marking off days on my calendar
and today i haven’t eaten any food
but i doubt sh
Matty O'Donnel - Bio + Short SummaryMatty O'Donnel - Bio + Short Summary4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Matty O'Donnel (*7th June 1890, 15th August 1945)
Age (1911): 21
Hair color: Red brown
Birthplace: San Antonio (Texas)
Home: San Francisco (California) (Later: Armadillo & Blackwater)
Family: Jack The Red Bullet' O'Donnel (Father)
Harriet Peters (Mother)
Frank Butler (Stepfather)
Jeremiah Peters (Her uncle)
Later: Jonah (Husband)
Matty was born as the daughter and only child of the Irish-born outlaw Jack
3. Scared Elle, furious MiasMias hated what he saw before him.3. Scared Elle, furious Mias4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Once the tears slid down her face, he felt his insides turn in to painful knots.
He sat down next to her, placing one arm around her waist with his free hand on her arm. She flinched at his touched as though she had brushed against something burning hot.
"Wha-what-" Elle stuttered through her sobs, unable to finish her sentence.
"I cannot bare to see you like this." Mias said soothingly.
She scowled at him through her tears, "If that's so, then take me home!" Elle snapped with clenched teeth.
Mias was no dunce. He could practically hear the uncertainity through the sharpness of her words. Who knew this rose would have thorns?
Mias looked at her like he knew what she was thinking, making fear grip at her insides.
Silence hung around them until Mias said: "Tell me, where you really happy at your home?"
Elle didn't answer, she just gave him a cold glare, wishing that looks could kill.
"Do you have family who would miss you terribly?"
Young Silver's StoryMany many years before John Silver became a suspicious Cyborg, he was a naive dreamer, who was draged into the Etherium's unexplored vastness. Away from a subverted parents' house, away from the father, who often got violent when he was drunken, away from the mother, who had abandoned it long ago to defend, away from a future that hold nothing for him.Young Silver's Story6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
There outside, in these endless widths he dreamed of a better life. He dreamed of a life of wealth and luxury, of everything his old life was not able to offer.
John, a young Ursid of just 20 years, got yet disappointed by reality soon.
The work on the ships and in the ports was hard, the wages were poor and the hunger was a constant companion. John traveled as a sailor from town to town, worked in many ports, and yet he never had enough money to be able to afford the minimum and so he was also tired of this life someday.
Driven and blinded from his dreams, he joined Captain Bones' pirate rout. They often captured a lot of gold in their
Pesant!EnglandxPrincess!Reader- Diffrent SidesPesant!EnglandxPrincess!Reader- Diffrent Sides3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Diffrent Sides of the Castle
Prolouge- Stowaway at the Spring Ball
"Lady __________?" Your butler, Eduard, called, knocking on the door to your bedroom. You looked from your mirror. "You are about to be introduced at the Spring Ball. Are you ready yet?" he asked. You smiled.
"Almost done, Eduard." You called. "Just a few more minutes." And you turned back to your hair. It was the Spring Ball in the country of (where you live) and it always made you excited. Being the princess, you always helped prepare for this lovely event. You loved the balls celebrated, but you were never a big fan of how you were suppose to dress during them. You prefered more comfortable dresses, not the kind that squeeze your waist into oblivion. The birds chirped outside in the clear, ocean blue sky, as you put the finishing touches on your hair. Of course, this ball was for specially invited guests only, so you expected everyone there to be in
LoK: Twas the Night Before Winter SolsticeA Visit From St. VarrickLoK: Twas the Night Before Winter Solstice2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Twas the night before Solstice, and throughout the whole city
Not an Equalist stirred—it was really a pity
For Korra was bored from all the inaction
She’d been missing her fights with the civil rights faction.
But the airbender kids were all snug in their beds,
While visions of Solstice gifts danced in their heads.
And with Pema asleep, and Tenzin in meditation,
There seemed to be nothing worth Korra’s anticipation.
But then from the sky there was heard a great bang,
That seemed to come out o’er the statue of Aang.
Korra scanned up above for the source of the sound,
And hoped to see fighter planes flying around.
Korra saw the full moon, the big shiny ol’ rock,
And wondered what happened to poor Noatak.
When she spotted a man, to whom a girl clinged,
And who shouted out loud “Zhu Li, now! Do the thing!”
As his mechanical wings spread outward so quick,
She knew in a moment it must be Varrick.
More rapid than bison his gli
Love Me DoProsper was feeling mildly awkward. He knew that it was expected, routine even, to meet his girlfriend's parents and family, but it didn't make the situation any less nerve-wracking. He had endured the interrogation from Blaire's father about his life/plans/job/future, her brothers attempting to intimidate him, and her little sister giggling over his accent, and was now convinced that he never wanted to go through anything of the sort again.Love Me Do5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Blaire and Prosper were now sitting cross-legged on her old bed with the door wide open, because, as Blaire had put it, both of them behind closed doors would make her father, Tim, "uncomfortable". Prosper was quite sure that he didn't want to make her dad, a large, well-muscled fire-fighter, any form of nervous at all. Especially since her father and brothers seemed to think he needed to be glared at routinely- despite the inevitable warning he had received from them about being with Blaire.
"I know what we can do tonight," Blaire said