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'lantern2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
tiny orange kitten
smells of autumn splendor, sweet
Jack o'lantern secrets.
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
Old DogOld Dog waits,Old Dog7 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'm Soaring NowI'm Soaring Now2 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
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
Short skirts and stardust.I like you.Short skirts and stardust.2 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
A mermaid stole my bonesI want to deteriorate into the ocean and feel the wavesA mermaid stole my bones2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Break over my spine
Because I’ve learnt through trial and error
That holding my breath only makes my heart beat faster
And plain white pills do nothing to soothe
The anxiety sewn deep within my bones
The bitter aftertaste still lingers in the back of my throat
much like the feeling
of her breath in my lungs
Yoga Pants TGYoga Pants TG2 years ago in Settings More Like This
My friends and I walked home from school after yet another day of being pushed around by the popular students. All three of us hated admitting it but we were losers and everyday we suffered because of it.
"Why do people do this?" asked David as we walked down the street.
"It's just the way of life," responded Nathan, "it happens in every school."
"Yeah but why? I just don't understand."
"Who cares?" I said, "The fact is that we are unpopular and there is nothing we can do about it."
We continued walking until David noticed something new along our route. "What's that shop over there, I don't think I've ever seen that before."
"Me neither, " Nathan and I replied in unison.
All three of us crossed the road and entered this new place.
As I walked in the place immediately felt weird to me, as if there was some strange presense filling the room. We started to look around, seeing what kind of stuff this place had. For a new shop we had never seen before it had a pretty thick sheet of dust all
I've Changed (Yeah right)I've Changed (Yeah right):I've Changed (Yeah right)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You know, I tell myself everday,
That I'm going to change - that I'll be different.
'This isn't the same; I'm not the same,' that's what I tell myself...
As I sit in front of the computer, praying time doesn't move.
Coward, you're weak and you'll always be weak! You bloody disgrace...
I pick up some new magazine, get inspired,
'I want to be like that guy,' is what I think to myself.
I give it a try for two or three days - I quit.
Same old shit again...
Making up excuses? It's what you always do, you gutless wonder...
I try to reach out with my hands,
Seeking something, anything that I can find to help myself hold on...
But I don't find it - I just find myself,
Sinking back down into the same black swamp - I'm drowning.
Awww, what's the matter? You gonna cry, you gonna cry?
Yeah, I've hit rock bottom,
And you know what? It feels pretty damn good down here.
Nice, warm, comfortable, familiar.
No pressure, no problems - just like everb
A Polished White SinkA Polished White Sink:A Polished White Sink2 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
Dreaming KittenAs you sleep in the palm of my handDreaming Kitten4 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 ...
My Nirvana: a Song for KurtMy Nirvana: a Song for Kurt2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Beautiful blond hair, blowing in the breeze
Beautiful blue eyes, like an icy freeze
You're frozen in time, ooh ooh ooh
When I look at you, beauty's what I see
Though you weren't perfect, you're perfect to me
A hero of mine, ooh ooh ooh
You were more than just a singer of songs
More than what others see through you
Though your life burned out before mine began
I feel connected to you
You're my Nirvana, my state of true bliss
You are my hero, it's you that I miss
Full of teen spirit, a flower in bloom
Locked in a heart-shaped box, no living room
All in all his all we are, all apologies
You've helped teach me who I am, who to be
You were more than just a singer of songs
More than what others could see
You were an artist of words and of music
A captive soul, finally free
Still my Nirvana, my state of true bliss
A reluctant hero, the one that I miss
My Nirvana, ooh ooh ooh
It's a cruel world, ooh ooh ooh
But it's better to burn out than fade away
Ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh
You're my Nirva
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
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.Carolyn4 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
My next lifeMy next life2 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.
Fem!Prussia x ReaderOkay everyone, this is my first reader-insert, so please be nice ^^Fem!Prussia x Reader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's kinda short but, oh well... Enjoy!
You laid on your bed, crying and sobbing on your pillow. You had a fight with your parents earlier because you had finally told them about your relationship with Julchen.
You have been dating the Prussian woman for three years now and you finally decided to tell your parents about her. They weren’t happy that their only daughter was a lesbian.
You three entered on a big fight that went on for hours. At the end, your father threw you into your room and told you not to get out until your mind cleared.
And there you were. Sobbing as the words your parents told you at the end of the discussion:
“______, make a choice: be our straight daughter…” your mother started but then your father finished the sentence. “Or a lesbian stranger”
As you replayed the words over and over, just to make sure you’ve heard right, m
Where was God When I Dropped the Tomatoes?Where was God When I Dropped the Tomatoes?Where was God When I Dropped the Tomatoes?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I bought tomatoes for dinner tonight,
and spent all day longing for that first sweet bite.
I stored them in the car for keeping,
not knowing I would soon be weeping.
I pulled up to the curb so close,
as not to hurt the tomatoes.
But as I went inside, I tripped,
and from my hands, the tomatoes slipped.
No one saw; no one came rushing.
And not one tomato survived the crushing.
They bled beneath an indifferent sun,
as I mourned the taste that would never come.
Now as days come and as days go,
I shall never forget my tomatoes.
Had God seen? Was he even there?
Did he look upon me and just not care?
Or perhaps stopped to save someone else’s fallen pear.
Hetalia: Stuck, SuFinStuckHetalia: Stuck, SuFin3 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
Watching You From AfarWatching You From Afar2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“おまえどこにいくよ？” (Where are you going?) A voice called out to a man who was frantically running up the stairs.
“Are you quitting the game so soon?” The voice called out playfully, getting closer. The man reached the end of the stairs at a doorway. He fumbled for the handle and eventually got a grip on it. Shoving it open he ran out onto the roof of the building. He slammed the door and held it shut, gasping for breath. The demon following him reached the door, instead of trying to bust it open it merely knocked on the door.
“オイ～！あけて！”(Hey~! Open!) The man pushed against the door harder, the demon knocked once more.
“あけて! おまえは恐れているこの大きひどいおおかみ? ケ