Dreams are RealityDreams are Reality2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Andrew didn't like girls. Well, no, that's too blunt. He liked them, but he could hardly withstand them, sometimes. To him, they're to complex a creature to understand; always asking for wants and needs. And when he tries to fulfill them, they decline it and turn away, running back to their ex's or even boys that are complete jerks. So, he gave up on relationships in all.
But that didn't mean he had girl friends. He usually complained about the problem with women to them. There was an equal balance between comprehensible and explanatory sides as to what Andrew's points were.
One day, while he was busily ranting on more about the problem with women, a girl walked up to him, with an expression of anger and annoyance, "I've heard your little rants about us," She began. "Not all women are like that, you know."
He turned to her, "Really? Is that why you're constantly running back to your ex-boyfriends that treat you like total crap? Is that the kind of respect you girls crave
Link's Punishment- CapturedGanondorf watched in amusement as his Bokoblin minions carried in a struggling Link. He grinned and motioned for them to bring the young boy over to him.Link's Punishment- Captured3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Well, look at this," he said, leaning down to the boy's eye level, "you've brought me a present."
Link glared at the large man, the urge to spit in his face was almost overwhelming.
"I've been waiting for this for a long time " he continued to stare into the boy's eyes. "Now I just have to decide what to do with you."
Ganondorf straightened up and started to walk slowly around Link and the two Bokoblins that held his arms. Link turned his head to follow his enemy's movements, not wanting him to be out of sight.
"I could kill you right now if I wanted." he continued his walk, eyeing the boy as he did.
Link started to struggle again.
"I could tie you to an anchor and let you go in the sea."
Link continued trying to break free, but he was held tight.
"I could put you in a locked room and let my minions do whatever they wanted to yo
Connor: The Stuff of LifeHe walked right into it. He grunted, confronted with five men. They were a hard faced sort, smudged skin and clothes. Their chins had not seen a razor in weeks, probably. Not that he was worried about their appearance. At least not in the hygienic sense. It was what they held in their hands that drew his attention. Pistols. Swords. One of them had a rifle but no bayonet. The long barrel was pointed at his chest.Connor: The Stuff of Life2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
With his feet in a wide stance, Connor stood, assessing. Retreat was still possible. He did not sense anything behind his back. He had never been one to fall back, however. Not from battle. Threats did not frighten him.
"And just where do you think you are going, friend?" one of the cutthroats asked, his dark eyes glinting dangerously.
Connor did not answer, just fixed him with a long hard stare. He held his hands carefully away from his weapons. Perhaps this was a mistake, possibly it was not him they really were waiting for. But then, he'd never believed in coincidence. There
You Killed my MotherYou killed my mother it's plain to seeYou Killed my Mother2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you did it right in front of me
with your endless gluttony
devouring ocean land and tree
with your strip mines violating
leaving her bleeding from the raping
with your two ton death machines
saturated in environmental poisoning
with your lead acid batteries
eating her like a disease
with your Valley of the Drums
with your rockets fired at her sun
with your trash in orbit around her
with your landfills buried under
with your hell phone cell tower sin
stabbing through her tender skin
with your high intensity lights
turning burning day to night
with your disgraceful industrial waste
puking black bile across her face
with your mercury death sentence
with your absence of repentance
with your plastic sandwich bags
six packs rotting tires and flags
with your mass made trash grade bling
mountains of useless product nothing
with your airborne ignorance flying
defecation from above never ending
with your jet waste perchlorate
contaminating the lettuce that
BeatenMy ragged breathing filled the silence of the small cold room as I stood, head down, to watch the fresh blood trickling down my arm pool on the floor by my side in a spreading stain. A rush of dizziness makes me pitch dangerously to one side but I catch myself at the last moment and stagger backwards, slamming my back into the wall. I let out a short choked scream as the pain racks my senses and races through my body. Slowly, I slide down the wall and sit heavily on the hard floor.Beaten8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Shit, that hurt. Everything fucking hurts. My body's pulsing, still feeling the blows that no
longer pound me.
I rest my head on the wall behind me and let the cold of the cement calm my raging headache. A shiver goes all the way up my spine, jarring my body. Ow. Shit. Shifting, I try to find a more comfortable section of wall but end up gasping as my broken ribs cry bloody murder at the sudden movement. A few hot tears escaped, stinging the hell out of the bloody scrapes on my cheeks. I lift my hand, which
Denmark X Reader ~ Three days grace [chapter 3]Denmark X Reader ~ Three days grace [chapter 3]1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a break, and you met your friends from other classes right next to your locker. Of course, you were followed by Mathias. You sat down next to your friends who stared at him curiously.
“And who’s that hottie? He doesn’t look like a local...” your friend poked your shoulder, grinning.
You sighed deeply, rubbing your hands against your face before answering: “His name is Mathias... And believe me, the whole story isn’t worth telling, even I don’t get what the hell is going on.”
Your friend lifted her/his eyebrows but continued asking: “Have you known him for a long time? In these few hours I have noticed that he’s very… familiar towards you.” She pushed you playfully, smirking.
You looked at your watch and replied. “About three hours for now… MATHIAS! What the hell are you doing? Let him be!” You stood up on your feet and ran next to him. Mathias was staring angrily at some random boy
Mias and Elle - PrologueThe resonating high pitch squeal was deafening as the room spun in a blur of confusion through heavy eyelids. With each lethargic heartbeat came a thundering crash of pain through the entire skull. Small pale fingers clutched desperately at honey locks and a garbled moan struggled pass soft lips and foggy blue eyes clenched closed.Mias and Elle - Prologue3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
What fresh hell was this?
As hard she she tried, nothing came to mind of the previous night's ventures. It was all a fog half way through the walk home. She could remember every detail up until passing by the pounding bass and smoke filled air outside of the back doors nightclub on her usual short-cut home from her dead end job. It was dark, but upon thought, darkness was not much of a memory. And the harder she tried, the more scattered the real memories became. It was all very confusing, and since she was not one to indulge in the drink, nothing about the situation felt right.
It sounded paranoid, and quite frankly, like a pathetic excuse for whatever it w
Denmark X Reader ~ Three days grace [chapter 6]Denmark X Reader ~ Three days grace [chapter 6]1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mathias stopped for a while on the hallway, because he lost sight of the target he was hunting. He looked around, but he didn’t see anybody on the empty hallway. “Did my eyes trick me?” he fumed silently. “Nah, I'll go to the toilet and wash my face, I must have slept restlessly...” he mumbled, and scratching his head he walked to the toilet. His facial expression reflected only shock when he looked in the mirror.
What the hell…
The only thing that was seen in the mirror was a black throne, like the mirror was a gate to another dimension. The throne looked old and expensive, maybe used by royal people. On the throne sat a woman in black. For some reason Mathias wasn’t able to distinguish her features or her silhouette, as if she was sitting in a completely dark room.
”Mathias, long time no see!” the woman smiled lightly, sensing the attendance of Mathias without looking at him.
“You... What do
Denmark X Reader ~ Three days grace [chapter 10]Denmark X Reader ~ Three days grace [chapter 10]10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hurry up, you sloth, we don't have the whole night to waste", Natalya urged with a slight irritation in her voice.
Mathias looked towards the house for the last time, as if waiting for a miracle.
"Oh dear, has our Casanova for once been too slow?" she mocked, clearly enjoying the situation.
Mathias pressed his hand into a fist for sheer rage, trying to suppress the burning desire to slice the woman into nice small slices. Finally he lift his gaze up, staring, at a loss but angrily, Natalya with eyes glowing with bitterness.
"Fine then, let's go..."
The Russian woman nodded, smiling viciously, and disappeared with Mathias into the embrace of the dark night.
Dammit with Mathias... He is always so unthoughtful.
You wiped another tear away annoyedly, still sitting on the floor.
On the other hand, who am I to say such a thing... What was I thinking?
I really didn't mean what I said...
I'm the biggest idiot on the planet.
How ironic, in your min
Ouran Host Club wwffy ch6Here it is! Another Ouran wwffy~ a gift for you all my friends, because I really do appreciate you guys ;w; And this one's got lots of love in it~ hope you like!Ouran Host Club wwffy ch63 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Previously in Ouran wwffy: After getting in trouble with the whole 'phone' incident with Tamaki you had a long grueling after school clean up to do- but our host king is always there to help~
"So how was club?" you asked him as you were pre-washing all the materials, it seemed like today of all days one of the classes experimented with some sort of strange blue goopey stuff that caked onto the beakers and plates. You made a squinched face as the blue goo slid down the sink setting it aside for soap.
"Oh- today we had a bad boy theme! All in leather jackets just like that one commoners movie Gre*se!" he smiled beginning to scrub the glasses carefully. He had rolled up his sleeves as well and you two were standing pretty close to one another.
You didn't mind.
"You saw that movie?" you smiled looking to him f