Tom x Tord - A Thousand YearsThe sun shined high in the sky, not a cloud in sight as Tom stood out in the school plaza, enjoying the cool breeze, when he felt someone's arms wrap around his waist. "It's a beautiful day today, huh?", the person asked. Tom looked behind him and saw Tord. He smiled. "Yeah, it is.", Tom replied. "But...", Tord started off. "But what?", Tom asked. "It's not as beautiful as you.", Tord said and kissed Tom. Tom slid his eyes shut and kissed back.Tom x Tord - A Thousand Years2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Tom opened his eyes, his face feeling a bit hot. He got up from bed and dug through his closet. He picked out his normal blue hoodie, black jeans, and checkered shoes, got dressed, and walked downstairs. "I have to confess to him... today's Valentine's Day for fuck's sake!", Tom thought. He sighed as he ate his breakfast. He went up to the bathroom and comb
Mis diarios del fin del Mundo parte 1Mis diarios del fin del Mundo parte 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Recuerdo el fin del mundo…
era un viernes."
- 00:02 -
"No es lo que dicen, sino lo que hacen es lo que más me preocupa
(…) porque aún actúan como si todo estuviera igual que antes."
"Después de los zombies y de los alienígenas,
las catástrofes naturales no estuvieron nada mal,
aunque mi madre me riñó por no meter la ropa."
- 08:50 -
"Extraño el Internet"
- 07/01 -
Hoy unos niños encontraron un libro,
me preguntaron donde iban las baterías
Los champiñones asados son nutrivos y deliciosos,
si puedes atraparlos."
"La fosa radiactiva es un bonito lugar para ir a dar una vuelta tomados de la mano,
solos tú y yo."
"Extraño los dulces de abuela,
ya casi no queda gente vieja por aquí."
- 09/29 -
Todos los domingos por las mañanas,
un señor muy viejo con voz de niño nos reúne a todos en familia para darnos regalos, concursar por ellos,
y nos canta canciones sobre la alegría de ser niño.
El ultimo acuerdoEl ultimo acuerdo3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
¿Que será de nosotros?
¿Alguien nos recordará?
¿Qué será de nuestros hijos?
¿Qué será de nuestra sangre?
Cuando hayamos tenido que partir
Cuando hayamos tenido que dejarlos solos
¿Alguien recordará este momento?
¿Quién llorará nuestra muerte?
¿Quién dará nuestro legado?
¿Quién lo recibirá?
¿Quién lo aceptará?
¿Quién lo rechazará?
Somos los últimos
¿Será nuestro sacrificio en vano?
Somos la diferencia
Somos lo imposible
Somos aquello que no muere
Somos la memoria de nuestros ancestros
Es y será un altar todo aquello que guardan nuestros sentimientos
Un altar que no olvidara a aquellos que nos dieron vida
Para aquellos que nos protegieron
Para aquellos que lo dieron todo
Estamos ahora aquí de pie
Half-Life Pt1: (Eddsworld fanfiction)September 7th, 2010.Half-Life Pt1: (Eddsworld fanfiction)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“It’s been 10 years today since we met,” Edd said, raising his cola can for a toast. When no-one clinked it back, he just whacked it on his head instead and drank the lot in one go.
“You’ve already said that a million times today,” Tom replied.
“And I already knew you even then,” said Matt, arranging his fringe in a hand mirror.
“And why did you have to invite him?” Tom continued, gesturing to Tord who was sitting at the other end of the sofa.
Edd gave him that look that meant ‘You know why, he’s my best friend as well’.
It was five in the evening and everyone was starting to get slightly agitated. Edd tried to lighten the mood.
“Hey do you remember that day?” he asked cheerily.
“Edd,” started Tord, “How could we forget?”
September 7th, 2000
If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s an
TordXEduardo part 1 It was that one afternoon I was just cleaning up my sharp friend and his brothers till the Green goodie came along Good afternoon Tord how are ya? he said to me in a cheerful way Fine I guess . I didnt like Edd he was just too nice for everyone. Edd was starting the stove making some thing then he look at me you okay tord? You seem upset. I look at him funny nah just me smart ass. I respond as I took my friends to the living room. I have a very cold heart in the house no one even likes me, though Im bi still Eddy and the others dont know about it. I was lost in thought till I hear stupid rock music upstairs when I block my ears from my mind it gotten louder and louder. Till I couldnt take it anymore I march myself in the room when the filth was coming from and I open the door to it would you mind keeping the music down for fuck sake!TordXEduardo part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Paranoia Ch. 8 (Mark x Jon)It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts.Paranoia Ch. 8 (Mark x Jon)3 months ago in Romance More Like This
I can't get used to the pain...
"Marky, let me go!" Jon whined, trying to wriggle out of my grasp.
I held him tighter, rubbing my cheek on his. "Nope! You belong to Marcus Benjamin Rudman now!" I gave his cheek a kiss and purred, "You are mine~"
He groaned in distress while I giggled at him. "I-I don't 'belong' to anyone!" he complained.
"Yes you do," I replied. "Here, say this: 'I am Mark's little pet. He owns me. Every part of my body is his.'"
"What?! N-no!" He continued struggling against me. I chuckled quietly and turned him, making him face me.
"Are you sure? You're such a little guy, and I'm so much bigger than you. Admit it~" I took a hold of his hands, holding them above his head to emphasise his weakness in comparison to me.
"I won't admit anything!" Jon just continued to whine. "Let me go!"
I couldn't help but smile at him. Leaning down, I gave his face a few kisses,
Paranoia Ch. 6 (Mark x Jon)Farewell, good night, my heart is sinking.Paranoia Ch. 6 (Mark x Jon)4 months ago in Romance More Like This
If only you would melt with me into the silent sea...
Mark was still asleep when I woke up. I didn't really remember why my throat hurt so much at first, but it came back.
"Oh..." I quietly mumbled. I slowly reached a hand up and touched my neck. It just felt warm and kinda burned a bit. But I had no idea if it was bad or not.
...Eduardo tried to kill me.
That hurt more than any bruise or beating ever would. He actually tried to end my life... He wanted me dead... No, he thought I needed to die. I make his life awful enough to make him want to end mine... He would have killed me, too, if Mark hadn't stopped him. This would be the third time Mark's saved me-and I have yet to do anything back for him...
I just lied there for quite a while, being miserable. I b
P.C.: Eddsworld Hammer and Fail 2| Polis-bli| Pt 1Eddsworld Hammer fail two scriptP.C.: Eddsworld Hammer and Fail 2| Polis-bli| Pt 12 years ago in Humor More Like This
Into plays, letter light up to tune, then fade
A day through EDD’S eyes, waking up, eating breakfast, watching tv,
scrolling through websites, doodling, talking with friends, night falls.
Scene changes to EDWARDO sleeping in his bed, ghost (from H & F)
appears above, laughing, then swims through nose.
EDWARDO sneezes, and rolls over. Camera pans to EDWARDO’S face
EDWARDO’S eye’s open, glow bright red
Scene changes to JON in his room, hears banging from EDWARDO’S room
JON gets up, walks to EDWARDO’S room, and looks through door, seeing
EDWARDO running into wall repeatedly
Ow, ow, ow, ow, damn wall, steering is off on this thing
EDWARDO turns to JON
EDWARDO? Why are your eyes-
JON cut off, focus back to EDDS alarm clock going off, EDDS
hand reached out, shutting off, then sitting up, rubbing eyes, mumbling, EDD
gets out of bed, stumbling down hall, sitting in chair. MATT is sitting across table
LOZ:Twilight Princess: Ch.44 RevLOZ:Twilight Princess: Ch.44 Rev3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
----Chapter 44: Light unto Wisdom
The rhythmic ebb and flow of water filled a new world. An endless tide of liquid light met a screen of darkness upon the horizon. The black veil stretched to every horizon and to the highest peak of a starless sky. Only the golden white light at Link's toes filled this dead world with light, and with its essence everything existed within nothing. As he stood upon its surface, its spirit filled him with such peace that it was like living weightless on a cloud. Life--pure life, of every soul and wind known upon Hyrule--filled him to the brim.
Gazing into the water he spied only light, the radiance, the life-force of the spirits and the goddesses. He saw the light reflected in his eyes, and for a moment he forgot all earthly troubles. He closed his eyes, and breathed in the wonder, breathed in the life of the world.
Link opened his eyes when he heard the familia
WTR 2 - PrologueWater Tribe Romance 2 - PrologueWTR 2 - Prologue6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Thats impossible. Chief Arnook gripped the icy sill of the window to his study so hard small chunks broke free and fell to the courtyard four stories below. He breathed a heavy exhale out into the frigid evening air, which left his lips as an agitated cloud of mist before evaporating away to nothing over the frozen Northern Water Tribe capital city.
His cityfor now.
For how much longer would be up to the Great Spirits.
This revelation couldnt have come at a worse time. I dont understand how that could be. Hes dated girls before, Ana. This has to be some kind of joke hes playing on us both to shirk his birthright. Except the joke wasnt funny in the slightest.
I saw no jest in my sons eyes when he refused your offer for the Chiefdom. Four of Ananas gloved fingers curved around his shoulder and squeezed, offering him little comfort. I
TODD'S ARRIVAL" But I promise, I'll have the rent money tomorrow dear sir!" Said Todd.TODD'S ARRIVAL2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
" Sorry, no exceptions." The man tossed him out into the snow.
Todd was a young man, who had a job at a bookstore and lived in a motel, until now. He dusted himself off. He was still as cheery as ever. Nothing ever bothered Todd. He seemed to always be happy.
" Oh well, time to move again." He smiled and went on his merry way.
He did this quite often, always finding new places, like a nomad, never staying in one place for too long. He didn't want it to be that way, he wanted to settle somewhere. Todd wore a red button collar shirt with a red polka dotted black tie and black pants. His hair was an unusual style and light brown. The wind started to pick up. It was getting late, all the shops in the little town were closed. He walked through the cold snow, shivering, but smiling. He thought of a new, better place, with nice people who loved hugs. Mmm..
ravine bonus story- hurrons taleravine bonus story- hurrons tale3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bear . Wolf, eagle. Always these beasts could turn the hunter into prey. Hurron knew this, it was a knowledge his father taught him well on his first bleeding of the snow.
Up in the cold you keep these three rulers in mind at all times, especially at the winters end, for wolf is still rabid with winters hunger. Bear awakens from its slumber sharing the same thought as the wolf, and northern eagles, they are always a threat. In time, they learned to wound their prey and watch it bleed to death. Yes, three ruled the mountains, but on the day of bleeding of the snow, they were all prey
Hurron pretended to be sleeping, while he watched his son standing guard by the fire. Boy has grown strong, stronger than the old wives of the village have foreseen. However, that was not surprising. Hurron never looked kindly on the self-proclaimed prophets. Fate is what one makes of it, and his
Kefka's Bill of RightsThis is a list of rights that I grant myself for use in this medium and any other, because I am that damned important that I can make these rights for myself, and nobody can do anything about it.Kefka's Bill of Rights11 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Article One - I, Kefka, have the right to say ANYTHING I want. Period.
Article Two - I, Kefka, am NEVER, under ANY circumstance, wrong in any way. Ever. Even in cases where I'm not right, I'm still not wrong. If you disagree with me, you are wrong. "Wrong" is a word which cannot be associated with me in any fashion, unless it is preceded by a clause containing "Kefka isn't","Kefka wasn't", "Kefka won't be" "Kefka can't be", or "Kefka is never"
Article Three - If you disagree with any of these articles, TOO BAD.
Article Four - You love me. If you disagree, see Articles Two and Three.
I think four should cover all bases. And if you think four doesn't.........you're wrong.
Thank you, and continue being my bitch.
The WatchmakerThe Watchmaker3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Thomas sat hunched over his worktable in the corner of the dark shop, tired green eyes peering alternatively through his mixed set of lenses and magnifying glasses. The slim silver tools in his thin fingers never once clinked together as he worked, turning over the dozens of tiny metal gears and springs laid out before him, checking each one studiously for the hundredth time that week.
He didn't know what he was looking for. He knew he'd find nothing. The pieces were perfect, crafted and meticulously cut from the finest metals. They gleamed in the light of the table's single candle, reflecting the shifting shadows that flicked across the room. He'd never seen anything like them in all his yearsmuch less held such things in his handsand Thomas' aged heart beat furiously as he gazed at them through the glass.
The Pale Gentleman hadn't been lying There was certainly something special about these parts
Elizabeth, the old watchmaker prayed silently, I hope
Wait"I don't believe you".Wait3 months ago in Romance More Like This
What. Matt stood there for a moment blinking stupidly. Everyone loves Matt; surely, Mark was joking.
Mark wasn't joking. He crossed his arms staring at Matt waiting for a response.
"I'll prove it...somehow" Matt said and turned his gaze away from Mark, pondering how to prove his love.
Mark quirked an eyebrow before turning around and walking towards his house.
Matt pulled out his pocket mirror, cracked it open and looked at his reflection. "Got any good ideas, gorgeous?" Suddenly, he had a great idea! Matt snapped his mirror shut and shoved it in his pocket once again. He glanced up to see Mark on his porch reaching for the sliding glass door. Unconsciously, Matt took a step forward in anticipation, "I will come to you, and stand outside your window every night to show you how I feel".
As Mark's fingers curled around the door handle to his house, Matt's hopeful words hit him. Mark turned his head and peered back towards Matt with a neutral expression. 'Such sweet
The secret's we keep Chapter 1- house of wolves and men...The secret's we keep2 years ago in Drama More Like This
It was storming horribly! lighting flashed and thunder boomed! three friends were walking home after going to a party when one of them a bright orange haired boy saw a black figure go running across the store roof tops!
"hey did you guy's just see that?" he asked his friends staring at were the figure had disappeared.
"see what matt?" matt's friend a green hooded boy with darkish brown hair asked looking around.
"ne.... never mind probably just my imagination!" matt said smiling and continuing on.
Later back at their house the storm had calmed down but it still raged with it streaking lightning flashes
Soulmates "Do you believe in soulmates?" she had asked one Friday night, while they were lying on the couch, watching Rocky Horror Picture Show.Soulmates4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was an odd question, and he gave a vague 'Dunno' because he really didn't. When she pressed, he'd smiled and jokingly said that he'd already met his, and received a kiss.
For some question, he often found himself pondering the answer. How would you define soulmates? People predestined for each other from birth by some supernatural force? Or two people who just match each other perfectly by happenstance? All of it seemed improbable, yet the concept existed in so many disparate cultures.
Was it just wishful thinking, a fantasy crafted by humanity, victim of hopeless romanticism?
Clovis still didn't have an inkling, even as Ambrose held the wedding ring in both hands, fretting.
"I can't have this!"
"Yes, you can," he countered, smiling.
"But it's your family
iwanttobemyself-step outiwanttobemyself-step out5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's the jazz, you gotta move-
Step out- floating like a blue moon
Reach the sky
Frowsting sleepers in stuffy bedrooms
Filled with frustration-
the blundering on size four feet in size eight leather office treaders.
Leaving behind fickle, intangible, physical things
grasping solid knowledge
that morphs and enlightens at a comfortable pace-
throw down your textbook and jump-
the leap of faith-
more faith in uncertainty than certain 18% gray.
Make it darker, make it lighter-
don't let that stupid
control your exposure; never.
It's all about the angle
I told her
now she's running, running,
livin' easy, lovin' free,
running down the highway to hell-
It's all about the nonconformity
the iwanttobemyself and not the iwanttobeasskinnyasher
or the iwanttobeasbuffashim,
it's the shessoprettybutthatjustaintme.
The uphill battle against a bucketful of definitions-
dumped on your head, they expect you to stick to
Rusty knivesA crown bought with rusty knives is worth nothing, keep the knives...Rusty knives1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
For blood is the pool all crowns are quenched in hot from the forge...
And even rusty knives can churn forth a raging tide of blood...
Blood enough, to forge a true crown... and set the world at your feet.