The Girl Who Didn't ExistThere was a girl who didn't seem to existThe Girl Who Didn't Exist2 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.
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 Minutes5 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
Don't You Ever Wonder?Don't You Ever Wonder?1 year 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
DisagreeI believe in miraclesDisagree2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the unexplained
We define in parables
what has not been named
I haven't asked
if you disagree,
but I'm not one tasked
by the enemy
I support all womens' health,
not just physical
Social, emotional self
and the spiritual
I haven't asked
if you disagree-
don't feel attacked
by the enemy
I expect those who would lead
to show honesty
Compromise is what we need,
grounded in reality
I haven't asked
if you disagree,
but I'm not one backed
by the enemy
I hold that love isn't made
but can be given
It's not about "getting laid"
or who's sex-driven
I haven't asked
if you disagree-
don't believe I'm masked
by the enemy
Between you and me
there is no doubting
the world we see,
so I'm not asking
Cherish all that you concieve
and I'll let it be
because I'll always believe
you are not the enemy
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
My Greatest FoeThere you sit, tauntingMy Greatest Foe2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Gleeful in your pristine state
Unadorned you scoff
Radiant you preen
Teasing with blank expression
Come here, defile me
Make me willing slave
Cover me with word and verse
I am a blank page
Feeling PrettyToday--Feeling Pretty9 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
Answers Why was I ever born?Answers1 year 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.
Molly's FairytaleMolly's FairytaleMolly's Fairytale2 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
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
Painful LostWhy do I painPainful Lost5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When it was I
Why do I feel
Without you by my side.
Why am I
If I made the choice.
Why do I hunger
Though I let you go.
I never realized
How important you were
Until you've gone.
Now I want you back
Back by my side
But I cannot find you.
Shall I see your face.
Or hear your quiet laugh.
I've hurt you
Stabbed you too hard.
That sweet love
We once had
Our love is lost
'Cause I didn't treasure.
I threw away what mattered most.
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 Points2 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
The Hardest Thing To SayThe Hardest Thing To Say2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It's the hardest thing to say
Parsoncarter's Christmas special!
I don't even when it started. It's just one day, I love him.
We were at school…I was a teacher. Him? I thought he was a janitor.
It turns out he's the school's sponsor for special events.
I get pissed off when he looks at me everytime.
"Hey," I said to my co-teacher. "You know that Gil, dude? He kept staring at me when he thinks I'm not looking, well obviously I know."
"Oooh, that's romantic."
"Oh, stop it."
Later, I learned his background. And oh, how it gives me the creeps but now the facts confirmed he's practically clean—everything! He's a good man.
One day at the mall, my friend and I, we're on our way home when I spotted him. I ignored him. But my friend, as loud as a siren, says, "Oh, look! Gilbert!"
"Oh, shut up." The truth is when I saw him, my heart thumped faster. Oh, you know what they say.
At the office department, "Hey, someone gave a gift."
"It's at your table."
"From whom?" I saw my friend
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 Died3 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
TJM: Return to San LorenzoHey Arnold: The Movie 2 - Return to San LorenzoTJM: Return to San Lorenzo4 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
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
Imposible.Dicen que la diosa Atenea les dio a los gatos siete vidas, por que les gustaban como maullaban.Imposible.4 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
My Lover...My lover painted me the moon, a dark and navy sky...My Lover...4 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...
Vampire!Arthur x Reader: Part VIIIVampire!Arthur x Reader: Part VIII2 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
I'm SickI'm sick of liars never getting caughtI'm Sick3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sick of karma never catching up
I'm sick of every little bitch like you
Who screws the world and thinks they'll never get screwed
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
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.
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