Finland x Reader - Sometimes.Sometimes I like to watch people.Finland x Reader - Sometimes.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
In the far edge in the middle of the park, there was a bench and a small girl was sitting on it. That girl was sitting patiently and quietly on the bench. She had no intentions being at the park. The girl quietly sits on the dry, wooden bench, next to another bench and a tall, leafless tree. People tend to walk by and rush away to their desired destinations while the girl sits still in no motion watching them. She watches many people. Tall people, short people, thin people and even thick people. She doesn’t really care because all she knows is watching people makes her happy.
The day goes by quick, and the park empties out completely. There was no one to watch; no one to look at. At night, the air is very sleet. The coldness wraps around the girl like a blanket and forces her to leave. Still, the girl continues to sit on the cold, dry wooden bench and watch the stars. But this was not pleasing her. This was not pleasing her because thos
Jack o'lanternJack o'lantern3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
tiny orange kitten
smells of autumn splendor, sweet
Jack o'lantern secrets.
Short skirts and stardust.I like you.Short skirts and stardust.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I can't be more pleased when you look at us, and tell us that in each of us,
in our veins that we want to cut open,
in our bones that we have broken,
in the wounds that we have mended,
and that in our feet that are two sizes too big,
that we all have a little bit of stardust in us.
It reminds me, that I can in fact love someone for who they are, all their words, and all of ones grins and laughs, and French.
How you always say, there is a little bit of worm in you, and look at that in your brain, what used to be a fly is floating in there. You say that with enthusiasm, like there was something good in that.
In all of us.
And you always talk about your children in that reminiscing way, like they have died.
I hope you find what you are looking for in this place, because I believe you deserve it.
You are everything I would like in a friend, and I don’t understand why she would do that to you.
But then again, it’s nice to break a perfect person’s heart, ain't i
Dancing PigDancing PigDancing Pig5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
By Digital Circe
(woman to pig transformation)
Story warning: nudity, humiliation, religious themes
Circe had been vacationing in the United States for a few weeks, enjoying her annual sojourn away from her island kingdom in Aeaea. She had been growing steadily more impressed with the human world over the past century or so, as their technological accomplishments had begun to rival the finest achievements of her magical peers. In her opinion, most of those like her deities missed out by not keeping current with what the mortals could do, could achieve. It was exhilarating, after a fashion like watching a child grow up.
She had been shopping for groceries, and decided to enjoy a longer-than-necessary walk home. Music seemed to pound out of every other apartment window, car stereo, and personal iPod. When people had still believed in her as a goddess, such a diversity of music was unknown.
My next lifeMy next life3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This is a fact im going to have to face..
the things ive done.. the things i want to do..
..ive fallen from His amazing grace..
Ive cracked the pavement of this cold hard ground
i never thought rock bottom was as cruel as it sounds
they say once youve hit my low, theres only one way to go
in reality.. gravity just weighs heavier on your God forgotten soul
youre nothing but a paralyzed shell of what you once were
and even worse, youre cursed to forever stare up at the birds.
This pavement cracks more and more everyday,
im waiting til the day it finally breaks under all of this dead weight
cuz maybe if i fell, and descended into hell
i could ask for a better life in exchange for my soul to sell..
Some say its not cheap..
that the price is too steep..
But i will give ANYTHING to be something
...and if im lucky
the devil will take my soul to burn
and ill live my next life flying as a bird.
Old DogOld Dog waits,Old Dog8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her head on her paws,
The teeth are long gone,
From her gummy old jaws.
Her legs don't quite work,
She can no longer play,
She'd go fetch the ball,
She liked it that way.
When the car rolls up
She rolls to her feet,
She limps to her owner,
Her tongue set to greet.
She'd love to jump up
And lick his old face,
But he walks down the pathway
And Old Dog can't keep pace.
He's brought something home,
Something loud and quick,
Something furry and yappy,
And it's chasing a stick.
Old Dog runs after,
To fetch the small twig,
But she falls on her rump,
In a sideways jig.
She's tired and stiff,
Her legs are quite sore,
The owner gives her a pat,
But she still wants more.
Old Dog gets up,
She's back on her feet,
Up to her owner,
Walking in a ragged beat.
He picks her up
She's sat in the car,
She's been here before,
But the memory seems far.
He ties up the puppy,
Such a yappy young chap,
Then he gets in the car
And gives Old Dog a pat.
They drive for a while,
Old Dog and friend,
I Think I'm Gay RuPru, Germ AU Ludwig sat in his room and sighed, hugging his knees to his chest. Why did he feel so weird when Feliciano hugged him that day? It was no different than the other days. His adoptive parents didn't seem to notice, Ivan was petting Gilbert's hair, asking for more children, which earned a blush and punch in the arm. Ludwig didn't call them 'dad' and 'dad', or 'daddy' and 'dad', or 'papa' and 'dad' etc, but 'dad and mom', much to Gilbert's dismay. Mainly because Gilbert was much like a mother, always there when needed while Ivan usually worked. Ludwig was homeschooled until his thirteenth birthday, where he begged to go to school so he could see his friends more. Gilbert agreed. Ludwig sighed and hugged his knees to his chest tighter. He couldn't be...gay, right? So many people at his school said mean things about his parents. Mainly his mother, they were too scared of his father.I Think I'm Gay RuPru, Germ AU5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Once his father had to talk to one of Ludwig's former-friends, because the
Must Love CatsMust Love Cats5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Must Love Cats
Fur of gold to pet and rub,
Perfect cat for me to love,
Razor claws and pointed teeth,
All the better made to keep,
A quick brush along silky fur,
Rewarded with a rumbling purr,
Given a glancing nuzzled kiss,
He is mine and I am his.
LightXReader KIRA's Revenge 3LightXReader KIRA's Revenge 32 years ago in Romance More Like This
3. If the cause of death is written within the next 40 seconds of writing the person's name, it will happen.
It’s been a couple of days since your first kill, and not one ounce of guilt or pity ran through your veins. Criminals did wrong upon the world and deserved to be demolished and ridden from the face of the earth. As taught, you just wrote names no specifics. Light instructed you how to thoroughly hide the death note so no one could find or stumble upon it. You didn't mind killing anymore and simply continued life as you normally would. You, as the 'Next KIRA' exploded across the media and many countries already gave in, America and Japan were not one of those countries.
Another unfortunate battle with the SPK and the Japanese task force were unavoidable, Light knew this. The SPK or Special Provisions for Kira began and had formed a little bit after L's death; L the great detective had fallen. There was no doubt in his mind that Near would once agai
Daddy, am I pretty?Daddy, am I pretty?Daddy, am I pretty?3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"Daddy, daddy look at me!"
She laughed and twirled around
Dressed up in her dress-up clothes.
Daddy didn't make a sound.
"Daddy, daddy look at me."
She told him once again.
"Daddy, am I pretty?"
Asked she, feeling empty within.
"Yes." said daddy flatly
Though look he never did.
She ripped off all the clothes,
Ran to her room and hid.
Daddy never came
To ever see if she was fine.
In her floor she laid.
All she could do was cry.
Daddy didn't love her;
She knew that in her heart.
It's not right for a five year old
To feel broken, torn apart.
Although too many years have passed
The story's still the same.
I called only when I needed him
But daddy never came.
Now my dreams are haunted
With that broken little girl
And her horrid misconception of
The best daddy in the world.
Carolyn"I've never felt more alone in the world. Sure I have my band mates and friends but I still feel alone, like no one loves me or even cares. The screams of the fans do nothing to make me feel truly loved" I read the page out of the little black diary Andy keep up in his bunk.Carolyn5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
THOSE TIMES IN LIFE WE LEARN TO TRY, WITH ONE INTENTION
I hated to see him so upset. He didn't know how many times I laid awake at night listening to his muffled cries from the bunk above. Jinxx, CC, and Jake all tuned him out with ear phones or just didn't pay any mind to it. No one could blame Andy for being UNDER dramatic. Yet, still I knew that these cries weren't for cheap attention they were real.
OF LEARNING HOW AND WHEN WE'LL DIE, BUT WE CAN'T LISTEN
I have those feelings too, homesick. We all do. Sure on tour it's tough you miss your friends and family, and your own bed. But hey, it's the rock star life. I could tell the smile he wore everyday was fake. It only takes one false smile to hide a million tears
...:Repair:...:RuPru:... Ivan had hurt the albino many a time. But he had his reasons. He felt betrayed, alone, lost and confused. Plus his people were scornful towards Gilbert for the Soviet-Nazi pact; thus being provoked by his people more than he thought he would be....:Repair:...:RuPru:...5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sometimes he had left the albino near crying with mere words, yet the albino always remained graceful, attractive and prideful, even with tears in his ruby colored eyes. That was, until he thought Ivan was gone. Then he'd promptly burst into tears.
Ivan had always figured it was from shock, pain or anger. Never from heartbreak and regret.
Finally, years later, the albino had been freed. He wasn't stopped, he was allowed his freedom. The albino immediately pulled away from the Russian when almost pulled into a hug. Ivan saw a look in those ruby eyes he loved so that told him I loved you, don't touch me.
Ivan saw Gilbert at the meeting, he was now rep
DualityI can run.Duality3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll find you.
I can hide.
I'm inside you.
I can forget.
I'll remind you.
I can erase.
It is permanent.
I can deny it.
I'll reveal the truth.
I'll wait it out.
It'll last forever.
I can't run.
You are trapped.
Dreaming KittenAs you sleep in the palm of my handDreaming Kitten5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I will wish you a restful peace
And although on my mood you depend
I shall never my whim release
All the curtains will softly close
With a rustle of crispy gauze
And I'll sit at the hearthrug's rim
As you silently so repose
At the embers I wistfully look
But they tell me no secret words
Of the playthings you'll have in your nook
Or of where you may chase the birds ...
Yes, I know, this has all yet to be
After years upon years have passed
When you will be so wayward and free
And my palm will not hold you fast
But as yet you still sleep in my hand
And I ponder of what you dream
Of a far-away gone kitten land?
Or a saucer of holiday cream?
Of the future winnings, perchance
Earned in battles of tumbleweed life
And of springtime for your wedding dance
For alliance of husband and wife ...
And your eyes, they are tightly shut
And your breathing is lisping low
Sleepy-sleepy, my sweet, tut-tut
In the feather-down evening glow ...
Hetalia: Stuck, SuFinStuckHetalia: Stuck, SuFin4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Disclaimor: I do not own Hetalia! I own nothing!
Summary: The Nordics go on a little trip and Sweden and Finland end up stuck in a cabin! What will they do until they get out? WILL they get out?! What is Denmark up to?! Read 'n find out! ♡ SuFin ♡
Finland sighed and smiled as he looked upon the majestic scenery. A beautiful, snowy place with blooming cherry blossom trees and delicate snow falling from the sky.
He didn't even care that his backside was frozen from how long he, and the other Nordics, had been walking in the cold.
Denmark had planned some ★awesome★ trip to some kind of lodge. He was very excited, saying they could all share rooms! Denmark with Norway, Sweden with Finland, and Iceland, they would sort out later. Of course that comment just got Denmark a punch in the arm from Norway, who said Iceland would stay in their room or Denmark could sleep alone.
Denmark reluctantly agreed.
Sweden looked at 'his wife' and kept
The Killer and the Cop" You know who I am " he snarled into my ear his breath making goosebumps down my neck and down my arms in reawakened fear. My eye's widened in shock and I trembled under his glare and touch... yes I do know who you are...The Killer and the Cop6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
His bloody hands resting on my cheek in a almost loving act if it wasn't for his nails slicing my skin and another over my heart clenched my shirt. Blood .... all over me....all over .... h-him....!!
" B-beyond " i gasped my heart beat increasing to dangerous hights... it was you. I heard your chuckle and felt your thumb brushing over my cheek and your hand over my chest anchor me into you.
"Hello Lawiet" You whispered into my ear , "Did you miss me?"
I took a slight glance over my sholder and met your eyes.... Yes I did miss you.
My killer. My enemy.
I put down my gun.
But never fear your blood will run.
Your eyes were red as ever but held somthing only I would be able to see. I saw love if only for a second. I knew some where in there was the B I remebered. The lit
i had an out-of-body experience.I had an out-of-body experience at the age of thirty-one.i had an out-of-body experience.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Every year between the ages of ten and eighteen, I sent a letter to NASA. I told them a little bit about myself, the same general description year after year, and always insisted that despite my medical condition, I would one day love to sail through the stars. My dream was to be out there in the universal abyss, exploring every unknown corner until we knew all that we could.
Art would taunt, “Sick kids don’t go to space” before Mom slapped the back of his shoulder with a spatula.
NASA was as nice as they could be, but the bottom line was that we all knew I couldn’t do it. The spaceship would need to have extra space just for the amount of medication and equipment I’d have to bring along, and that was if I could even survive the zero-gravity environment. Whoever wrote the responses encouraged me to keep dreaming, and boasted about donations the association made to various sickle cell charities.
A Polished White SinkA Polished White Sink:A Polished White Sink3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I had to call this world a blessing;
I think I'd say 'I find it damn depressing.'
You might think I'm stupid from how I'm dressing,
But this is just the heart I feel like wearing.
I see street corners and absent youth;
Don't pretend you don't ever see the night.
Cause when it turns dark, the maggots start crawling;
Looks like God decided to shut out the light.
I can warm my hands on fire and watch the people go,
They don't know who I am, I just go with the flow.
I see streets that seem empty, clogged to the brink;
But that's the reality deep beneath the sink.
It looks clean on the outside, polished porcelain white,
But inside of the pipes are what you keep out of sight.
Yet they're already straining and distorted with strain;
Soon the flood water comes flowing, wash away with the rain.
-Unofficial release from Chen Yuan Wen, 8th April 2013
Ode to BrasOh bra, dear bra,Ode to Bras2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
such close friends we are.
Never straying by my side,
never going far.
But bra, dear bra,
I must confess it this day:
At times you can be painful,
and my skin tends to flay.
Oh bra, dear bra,
why must you be so conflicting?
Meant to hold up females modestly,
yet force us into awkward itching.
So bra, dear bra,
I am afraid I must ask:
For being such a wondrous garment,
why must you be such an ass?
Oh bra, dear bra,
so tenacious around our chests.
Would it kill your rigid fabric
to alleviate our suffering breasts?
Yes bra, dear bra,
I mean my words today.
Kindly stop your aches and pains
or a dirty game I'll be forced to play.
Oh bra, dear bra,
I wish it this truth to not be so.
If only you were reasonable
and rid us of our feminine woe.
I'm Soaring NowI'm Soaring Now3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm Soaring Now
This is a different level of fear
It's wounding my truth and morality
It's strong enough to bring me here
On the edge of life- peering over to serenity
It's not impossible to grasp
But it's typical to assume
The last breath is the fact
That after death- peace will follow soon
Countless flashing memories
Ready to be set free
From this skin of...treachery
My scars peel off
Erased from my sight
The remains become soft
So this is what...innocence feels like
Destiny is somehow connected
Fate deems to be natural
The circle of the two is perfected
The beginning to the end is...peaceful
I offer and accept my own form of mercy
Before I miss out on forgiving the vulnerable side of me
Splitting and fusing fragments of calming memories
I would like to believe my life was somehow worthy
My tears have aligned wi