Scaring Meyou are poisonScaring Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a shank in the ribs in the middle of the night
and you are so dangerous
more than playing with fire and part of me wonders if I
you are quietly sweet
like those plants that eat things with wings
and yes, you fool me into thinking
that maybe this time
I have to say it all in one breath or else I’ll never get it out but you are scaring
me and I can’t decide if
living with you is
Awkward Conversations (PewDieCry)Whistling to himself, Pewdiepie skipped to his computer, pressing the on button with a flourish. He couldn’t wait to Skype with Cry, his time with the American growing alarmingly sparse. Unbeknownst to the Swede, his ex-girlfriend Mariza was hidden in a corner, turning on her video camera. Unknown by Pewdie’s bro army, they had both broken up, feeling that they were only friends. Now that he was single, Mariza had been trying to set Felix up with Cry, who she knew had feeling towards the Scandinavian.Awkward Conversations (PewDieCry)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
‘Hey, friend!’ Cry’s greeting rang out. Pewdie coughed nervously before replying, before they moved onto trivial conversations. Mariza frowned, but that quickly turned to wide-eyed surprise when she noticed Felix moved his hand slowly, eventually slipping down his trousers. Was he….? Mariza turned a bright red, both from embarrassment, and internal fan-girling. Cry seemed oblivious to his friend masturbating to his voice, as he continued to tell
Walking Into Love chapt 1-4Walking Into LoveWalking Into Love chapt 1-47 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chouji x Hinata
Walking into the bar Naruto noticed Ino sitting by herself her hand absent mindedly swirling the drink in her hand.
Hey Ino whats got you so vexed. He asked taking the drink from her hand and downing it quickly.
Hey jerk that was mine. Naruto just shrugged and poured her another drink.
So what is your problem anyways?
Chouji is my problem.
Huh? Giving her a blank stare.
Sighing loudly she turned towards him. He wont leave me alone. I swear give a guy one pity date and dump him and your stuck having him follow you like a lost puppy dog.
You gave Chouji a pity date and then dumped him. Naruto laughed. Wow Ino thats cold.
I thought if I said yes and acted like a total bitch on our date he would leave me alone. She took another sip before passing a glass to Naruto.
So I still dont see your p
All the Things You Never KnewIt was your favorite thing to say. “We know everything about each other. Not just the good things, but even the bad ones. We have no secrets.” And the way your eyes lit up when you said it, how your arm would curl around my shoulders and squeeze me against you… I couldn’t say anything. I promised myself that I would when we were alone, but the moment always seemed wrong and eventually the fact that I still had secrets became a secret itself.All the Things You Never Knew2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It turns out I wasn’t the only one.
I never told you about the crying or the cutting or the nights I spent awake staring at the bottle of pills. I was terrified it would be too much for you to handle, so I didn’t mention the time I ran away, or the first time I ended up in the hospital. I locked the memories up in a box inside my head with “For Tom, to open later” written on the outside.
And you, in turn, never told me about the cancer, fearing it would be too much for me to handle. Well, you were ri
MemoryMemory flows through the veins of this land;Memory3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the earth does not forget the blood that was lost:
it nourished the roots of trees that still stand.
Memory flows through the veins of this land;
whispering past monuments to man,
ghosts roam the fields that armies once crossed.
Memory flows through the veins of this land.
the earth does not forget the blood that was lost.
Nantucket - AmericaxReaderNantucket - AmericaxReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
America glanced at the girl in his lap. He was shocked to see [e/c] staring intently at him. Or - more specifically - the gravity defying cowlick he sported on the front of his face.
Currently, the United States of America was cuddling on the couch in his apartment with [Name], the Country of [Country Name]. England and France would never let him live it down if they saw him, but he didn't care. The girl in his lap meant much more to him than that.
"Dude, whatcha starin' at?"
"The...that...whatever it is!" she sputtered, gesturing wildly at the piece of hair.
"Oh, Nantucket?" America laughed.
"The island of Nantucket! You know - my glasses are Texas, and my cowlick is Nantucket!"
Then, there was a flash of a [s/t] hand moving upwards, and America felt a light tug on Nantucket.
America suddenly sat up straight, his blue eyes slightly out-of-focused.
"Don't do that," America scolded. This made [Name] grin mi
Ranma's PoemRanma 1/2 Songfic: Ranma's PoemRanma's Poem7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own Ranma 1/2, it's characters or the song portrayed in this story. They are the rightful property of their respectful owners. I am only borrowing them for the time being and will return them when I am done. Enjoy and please leave a review if you wish.
Their relationship was over. Akane was sick and tired of Ranma's inability to decide which of his fiancees he was finally going to choose to be with. Her logic was that since he and his no good excuse for a father were living in her house; and rent-free to boot; that the natural choice would be her. But every time Ranma was put into a position to settle all the chaos with those other girls, he would avoid answering them anyway he could and at all costs. The tipping point came after the failed wedding. It wasn't so much that the other suitors, both male and female, ruined the occasion
ExistenceYou haven't lived in years. You've been too busy just trying to stay alive.Existence3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chimera: A Garrus / Shepard RomanceCHAPTER 13: TED'SChimera: A Garrus / Shepard Romance3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Though the music served only as ambiance for the bar to further its Earthy appeal, the melody she heard was unmistakable. She would've recognized her father's playing anywhere. This particular one was his rendition of one of his favorite jazz compilations. Several different melodies blending into one another, each one highlighted for about a minute before he moved on to the next one. The music sparked random memories from her childhood, mostly of their lessons together and a few of dancing with her mother in their small cabin.
Self-doubt creeping in, she dropped behind her mother and Anderson, beginning to wonder if this was such a good idea after all. It had been so very long since she touched a piano. She didn't even know if she could remember how to play.
" I don't know mom," Sera said hesitantly.
Hannah led them to one of the common areas just off the entrance of the bar and waited until there was a lull in the passers-by before speaking. She thought for a m
is it strength?is it strength?is it strength?9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when you smile
because it's the only thing you can do
is that strength?
when you stay in bed,
too weak to move,
instead of raiding the medicine cabinet
in search of death,
is that strength?
when your life falls apart,
and you somehow survive,
through no fault of your own,
is that strength?
how can being torn apart,
be the means of becoming strong?
Cat!England x Reader - Birthday PresentCat!England x Reader - Birthday Present2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The cool, spring air blew against your forehead as you were walking home from a late night party, causing strands of your bunned hair to whip back behind you. The slight heels on your flats clicked against the pavement, and being preoccupied with something in your purse, you didn't see where you were going. And because you were digging through such a small handbag for just a measly iPhone, you ended up running into someone. Upon impact with a hard, muscle-y chest, you looked up at who you bumped into. Unfortunately, it was a drunkard who smelled strongly of alcohol. The smell of him was enough to make you gag.
"Heey therr, purrty," the man slurred, too drunk to even walk on his own two feet. He looked you up and down, obviously feeling like the luckiest guy on earth just because he happened to bump into a young girl wearing a cocktail dress at night. You could tell because of the smirk he wore on his face; guys like that bothered you to no extent. "How 'bout I take you tah m' house and
Exhale, AmaryllisMid-summer heatwave,Exhale, Amaryllis3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I push through humid air,
like dreams of swimming, graceful,
through the streets.
Chest aching, I
inhale heavy, tangible air
thick with scent of summer's bounty.
Honeysuckle vines tangle in my lungs,
perfume my breath.
My sighs exhale nectar
past my lips;
words glint in sunlight.
Berry brambles twist into my veins,
thorns prick for blood from inside-out;
honey-suckle oxidized breath,
painting white blossoms red:
My heart was a pure-white bloom once,
but I inhaled arrows of golden sunlight
and bled forth Amaryllis.
Merperson Biology 101: Part 1RespirationMerperson Biology 101: Part 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Merpeople use a water lung alternatively with air lungs. Basically the individual can chose to shift between the use of a water lung and air lungs. The water lung acts as a vacuum that pulls water through the gills and sits between the air lungs. There is a partition in the throat that closes off whichever route is not being used. The individual dictates which type of lung to use. The water lung is smaller and there is only one, even though it is the main breathing source. this is because gills are the most efficient form of gathering oxygen, much more efficient than lungs. The individual is accustomed to the large amount of oxygen provided by gills. In some species prolonged exposure to air can lead to death from lack of oxygen. In other species, they may become weaker or not be bothered at all except for physical strain.
Strain on the Body
The physical strain
the tease of Earl Greywhen leaves speak they rustlethe tease of Earl Grey2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but shan't talk of lost cattle
out of bags like cats lying
purring perhaps stirring
gainsaying the language
of pictures - much fewer
than one thousand words
whispered soft - softer
ours to read into
by catching a hint of
some spiciness brewed
a sugaring of love -
or upcoming danger
a giving or taking
from whom in this strange land
once was a stranger
by this chance assessed
through one's cup or glass
darkly lit yet it be
from wet leavings of tea
hopefully let it be
the sugaring of love -
llp - dA - jan2013
DD - feb1/2013
BlindDates and Moonflowers 1-4Gaara x HinataBlindDates and Moonflowers 1-47 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Blind Dates and Moonflowers
Gaara looked at Kankuro and Temari and growled. The council wants me to what!
Temari sighed heavily she knew when she heard the counsels decision that this was going to give her a headache. She was definitely having one and it was a ten on the Richter scale of headaches.
The counsel thinks it is time for you to find a wife. You have been Kazekage for four years and they feel it is time.
Absolutely not! Gaara stated firmly through clenched teeth. They cant make me!
Listen little brother just appease them go out on a few dates. True they cant force you to marry but they can make your life living hell. Kankuro sighed just wanting to get the hell out of there.
Gaara please just try and be reasonable. Temari begged.
Fine! Gaara sighed his hand going to pinch the bridge of his nose. Temari realized she wasnt the only one with a headache. She gulped
TwilightTwilight5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She wanted to live in an old villa
or a cottage by the sea
with cool slate flagstones
covered in moss
that cupped her feet
and grapevines trailing like brides
down to the water
where she would sit and paint
the red boats
and the warm slant of sun
that toyed with the long morning
and filled it with conversation.
She wanted to beckon the afternoon
and gather it in her lap
in a bentwood chair
under a trellis
that grew ivy green
like the madness
of untamed summer
where she could write memoirs,
scandals of lovers
and too many trysts
that would raise eyebrows
and she would sip Limoncello
while the bees told her stories.
And the evening would fall at her feet
just like it always did
and the China red moon
would rise from the trees
and race down the path
to greet her
and she would stretch out in a silk hammock
on her white-washed porch
where she could make up dreams
the bright embers
and the cricket drone air
that drenched the long night
cocooning her s
Forever EnthralledOut of your hands, my heart did fallForever Enthralled5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And it shattered upon your touch.
You broke your promise, or so I recall,
Out of your hands, my heart did fall.
But I'll always love you, forever enthralled,
Just don't hurt me too much.
Out of your hands, my heart did fall
And it shattered upon your touch.
For every goodbye I ever gave,there is a void that has yet to be filled.For every goodbye I ever gave,1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
probably don't remember when
we stayed up all night counting
stars or how this world
We were our own gods.
The day your faith died
was the day your mother whispered
"He's living with her now" and you
long enough to forget I was standing
Fast forward to
we locked eyes in whitewashed
written in the creases of
your skin like narcotic
borderlines between living and
acting and you could only
pretend like I wasn't
whisper in the wind
that reminded you
of being human once upon a
For the love of
all the smoke in your lungs and the
ache in my heart,
I hope you know who you are now.
Little Blue DotThis space was filled to strokeLittle Blue Dot2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
our egos, growing to a
because losing our way
on this little blue dot
was all we were
ever meant to do
We think that we're
the end all, the be all,
the epitome of evolutionary success,
but we've isolated ourselves
from nature, and tricked ourselves
that technological progress
is an acceptable substitute
for natural selection
Sick!EnglandxReaderSick!EnglandxReader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Alright, this is going to be my third story, first reader insert… bear with me please… I’d love to see some comments about it, spelling and story.
-If you see (..) in the story, that means that the author has to say something
-If you see a *, then there is more info about it in the description down below ^^
And the rest, like (h/c, h/l)(e/c)(name) speaks for itself, I guess ^^
-I’ll try to do France’s accent right… there is a z when there actually needs to be a th and the h is replaces by an ‘ , because French people can’t pronounce the h…
-Also, I used °C … I looked it up on the internet and 40 °C (Celsius) would be equal to 313 K (Kelvin) and 104 °F (Fahrenheit) Just some extra information if you don’t know how much it is… I hope it helps, if it’s just complete rubbish… then never mind
Alrighty then, here we go!
Enjoy the story, Loves!
Cassandra - Prologue and Part 1Even in death, Cassandra was lovely.Cassandra - Prologue and Part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Her hair cascaded over her ivory shoulders in sable cataracts, pooling in the soft hollow between her breast and throat. She was wearing the white nightgown, the one she knew I loved, and the fall had thrown it up, weightless, in gossamer drifts across her legs. Her bare toes were painted salmon-pink, the same colour as the roses in the crystal vase by the door.
So elegant, my Cassandra. I might have expected that she would sprawl, as one imagines that people do when they have died suddenly, but her body refused to surrender its accustomed grace. One hand curled beside her face; the other lay, palm up, across her cocked hips, its open fingers tenderly beckoning. Her eyes were closed, peaceful, the fringe of dark lashes sooty and familiar upon her fading cheek. Her lips were parted in expectation. At any moment, she would wake, look up at me, smile. Cassandra.
My hand found the banister, gripped the aged wood and guided me down the stairs
A Deadly Disease Love is one of the world’s most dangerous diseases. Love is not contagious but it starts in the heart. Love slowly moves throughout your body as it consumes you inside and out. You begin to feel different, like nothing on earth even matters. All you do is smile and laugh with no control over it.A Deadly Disease1 year ago in Settings More Like This
Love is a dangerous disease and is very hard to get rid of. The only way to be free of the illness is for your heart to be ripped out, crushed or broken. Shattered or even removed. To be free of Love you must prepare for some of the worst pain in your life. Be ready for days of crying and pain you’ve never experienced coming from your heart.
Love travels out and away from your body and exits out your eyes. It feels hot and watery and causes you to lose your mind. You go mad, you break things, and you sit in a corner by yourself wanting the company of no one.
history remembers.i.history remembers.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
history repeats itself.
i realize this the fourth time i find myself on a couch
with the head of a boy i don’t know
between my stiff, nonresponding legs.
i realize this on the third sip of alcohol. on the fourth.
the fifth. the eleventh. the first time i black out. the eighth.
history repeats itself
and i am napoleon marching across russia
and i only pretend the water is poisoned.
i only pretend the earth is burned to ground.
i pretend that destruction is inevitable
and that help is not an option.
we got close, him and i.
sometimes you get so close to a person
you can feel their lips stiffen
when you try to kiss them.
sometimes you get close to a person,
under them, between damp sheets.
they never stop believing
that you are beneath them.
“help me,” he says. i say okay.
he tells me to sleep with him later
so i say the wrong name in bed,
but so does he;
he means it,
i say it because it’s the only way i can