I hate you worldI always thought I was a decent person thinking that if I act good live good then I willI hate you world2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
be protected from misfortunes, then one day I realized there are still people out there
willing to take things away from others for their own good then they just get away with
it, it's like they feel privileged to take advantages of people who wants to give trust to
the world, these shitty people took advantage of me and it shook my world apart, it's not
because I am at a loss or because I question why I am the victim, because there are people
who suffers much more out there to an extreme I cannot imagine, it's not a game of who has
it worse, but because I will never be able to bring justice to these people and they just
get away with it and they live their life enjoying the way it is and never turn back,
never regret about it, it made me sick to the stomach but it's not like I haven't before,
it just makes me think knowing that among genuinely good people there are these wrongdoers
hiding under th
25 Rules For Writing S. SnapeThey say a rule was never made that hadn't been broken. In this case whoever "they" are...are right. I've come across a lot of horrid fan fiction in my day, but if there's one thing that really really bothers me, it's a poorly written Severus Snape. Therefore, I have compiled these twenty-five simple rules to aid authors in writing him.25 Rules For Writing S. Snape7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
25 Rules for Writing Severus Snape
By Lauren K.
Rule Number One:
Severus Snape is a Potions Master who has been known to have been a spy, as well as exhibit extensive knowledge of the Dark Arts. The fact that I need to state this as a rule makes me die a little inside.
Rule Number Two:
Severus Snape does not refer to students by their first names unless otherwise instructed, and even then it takes effort.
Rule Number Three:
Severus Snape is not interested in anyone's personal life unless it has some bearing upon his own. Any interest shown would be done so begrudgingly.
Rule Number Four:
Severus Snape portra
Confession Are Not Alway SimpleConfession Are Not Alway Simple2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Disclaimer:- I don't owe Fairy tail...Mashima-san does Also, I don't owe the preview art, Milady666 does
Summary:- " Not the way it was supposed to be but nonethless, it happened. What's left? Oh yeah, awkwardness is at its peak and uh...a big salute to Erza!" A fluffy GrayLu one-shot.
With this, excuse me and enjoy
It was a magnificent park, covered by dark green plants, lush green grass and cherry blossom trees all around. She was having a fun little picnic with her Fairy Tail friends. Asuka was playing with a ball near her mom and dad, seated in a circle along with the rest of fairies. As for her, she was sitting between two of her best friends.
As everyone was snuggling together, she was feeling very warm. They were having fun ,talking with each other, eating sweets and other delights. A gentle cool breeze blew by and swayed her hair. She inhaled in the sweet aroma and felt pleasantness enveloping each and every corner of her body. She held the hands of her co
Art PrivilegeArt Privilege is a problem plaguing America and world.Art Privilege9 months ago in Editorial More Like This
How is it fair some artists are really good at art while others have poor skills? Those who are really good at art didn't earn their skills, they were lucky and privileged.
Those with a great wealth of skills in art should be forced by law to Redistrubute Their Art Skills. It's only fair.
Anyone who disagrees with me needs to check their privilege and stop being so selfish and greedy while poorly skilled artists suffer.
START DOING YOUR FAIR SHARE WELL SKILLED ARTISTS AND STOP HOARDING YOUR SKILLS WHILE POORLY SKILLED ARTISTS SUFFER!
I have a plan to fix it.
- It will be made into law, that everyone with a great wealth in Art Skills will be forced to dedicate 80% of their skill/time to every 20% of a poorly skilled artists work of art.
For example: If someone with poor art skills draws a picture, they will draw either the first/last 20% of the picture while the Privileged Rich Skilled Artist wil
The Town named Owl CityOwl City is a small little country city near the ocean. It's mayor is Adam Young, a shy yet kind man who is the one who built this humble town. We don't have a very large population, about eh...a couple thousand people. But everyone is very nice and will gladly greet any tourists who come.The Town named Owl City3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The weather isn't just sunny, cloudy, rainy, and stormy. There's beautiful vanilla twilights, snows that contain peppermints, alligator skies, and on some nights, meteor showers, kamikazes, a helicopter moon, blue lights that are surprisingly fuzzy, and shooting stars that shine the night. You can even see galaxies in the sky clearly that other places couldn't show even with a telescope.
Now Owl City is an ocean town, isn't it? So it must have a beach. And indeed you are right, Owl City does have a beach, Umbrella Beach is it's name. Why is it named Umbrella Beach? Because everyday, there are many umbrellas on the beach, even if the day before had no umbrellas. If you look out the horizon, you may se
my hair is growing longthank god for x-acto knives andmy hair is growing long2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
marking pins and heroine
addicts and you.
thank god for good music.
and thanksgiving meals and
grandmas and spanish teachers that
actually care about you.
thank god for
quizbowl teams and gay sponsors and
that give you strength even while
thank god for sandwiches and mothers and
thank god for blue gatorade and
little girls’ dreams and
leather ballet shoes.
thank god for hair bows and tutus and
a stage made up of glass.
thank god for hamstrings and
thank god for dazy
and little lion manes.
thank god for big paws and
wasp stings and
thank god for sally.
thank god for self-destruction.
and thank god for signs.
thank god for twin sisters and
best friends and
conjoined hips and most of all:
thank god for support.
thank god for love and
care and tragedy
and train tracks lit up in the dark
Imagine Dragons Challenge!Every night we’ll fight the demons, bleeding out until it’s time for you to leave me. We’ll ready aim fire away until there’s nothing left to say, and then we’ll drive all the way to Amsterdam. When we get there, we’ll stop on the rocks and stare at the clouds, all eyes, as the stars fade and fall into the pit.Imagine Dragons Challenge!1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Emma Selene, you make me feel radioactive, like the pantomime across the river in Tokyo. I need a minute to look how far we’ve come, because I feel so uptight tonight.
I’m the underdog, but I don’t mind. I’ll tiptoe to my destination because it’s my fault you’re gone. Whenever I’m with you, I feel on top of the world, so please, just hear me out: at the moment we’re going round and round in a cycle of pain, but you wait ‘til we’re older when we’ve broken this curse. We’ve fallen in the rain, so cover up and get back on your feet again, my love. I’m just a working man
IntensityCoffee: two creams, one sugar, one Sweet 'n' low. Pancakes: short stack. Side of bacon. Every Tuesday and Thursday. 9am.Intensity3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The order never changed, though sometimes he would ask for extra syrup, but it was only on the mornings when he came in with unkempt hair and stubble on his high-boned, ruddy cheeks. Those were the rough mornings, the mornings when caloric intake was not on his mind. They weren't often: he was usually very meticulous. Only the occasional day would arise when you could tell the morning had not gone as it should have. My heart ached for him on these days.
He only ever came on Tuesday and Thursday: he didn't have to be in the office (he worked for a mortgage company) until 10am on those days, instead of the usual 9 o'clock. He took the extra hour to have a proper breakfast, even if there were days when he clearly could have spent more time on his morning hygiene practices rather than rushing to a diner. The vainer part of myself thought that he always showed up for me,
LonelyI'm so lonelyLonely9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even with friends I'm so lonely
Will I ever find the one person that will try their best?
To make me happy beyond all reason?
To make me feel special?
To make me feel like the only person that matters?
Will I ever find the one just for me?
I'm so lonely
Even with friends.
Someday I'll find my one just for me…
That will make me feel happy beyond all reason
The one that will make me feel special
The one that will make me feel like the only person that matters…
But until I will remain lonely...
Guardian Who (Not So Alone: Part 3)Guardian Who (Not So Alone: Part 3)2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Not So Alone: Part 3
Jack blinked a couple of times, his brow furrowed. He kept his staff aimed right at the man’s chest.
“‘The Doctor?’” he repeated warily.
“That’s me. Hello!” the man said, waving his hand in greeting. His toothy smile hadn’t faded in the least.
The man turned his gaze skyward, raising his eyebrows and turning the corners of his thin lips down into a half-pout, saying to nobody but himself, “Oh, not too often I get that one. It’s usually ‘Doctor who?’” He redirected his attention to Jack. “No, no. That’s it. Just ‘The Doctor.’”
Jack raised an eyebrow. Was this guy serious?
Him, with his headful of brown hair fluffed up in the middle and mildly spiked, falling slightly into his forehead, reminding Jack of some sort of cockatoo. And those sideburns! Him, with the thick eyebrows, thin upper lip, slightly pudgie
Messsage in a bottleSometimes people cry out for help,Messsage in a bottle2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I think we all have witnessed it,
We watch them break,
We watch their tears,
And we see something in their eyes,
The last piece of hope,
The hope that as well could be a message in a bottle.
Who will ever know if someone noticed that tiny little bottle in the ocean,
Or if they did,
Did they pick it up?
I have seen a lot of bottles in my time,
And most of the time I pick them up,
But I notice quite a few times I don´t,
It is like they become invisible,
Even if they scream loudly right in front of you,
I think something is wrong,
Why do we leave the bottle in the ocean?
I clearly can see they need help,
And I see it,
I really do,
How can you pretend not to?
I'm sick.I'm sick.I'm sick.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You just cant see it
as its hiding in my mind.
Slithering through my veins
as it tars my withered lungs.
There are monsters
but not in closets
or hidden under the bed.
They are the ghosts
of past regrets
and scars left unhealed.
I just don't show it
as I smile to let you know
that I am 'ok'
even if on the inside
I am not.
That you will notice
and leave me
DreamVisions. Colours. Silence.Dream9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That's what I sense every day.
All my Life.
Just blurred out images.
Just lost hope that can't be restored.
Just feelings that I am numb too.
Just things that I don't care for.
Gliding through day, and night.
Living in a world of danger.
Moving around in the same body.
Searching for a non-existing goal.
Time stops, then moves again.
So slow that you want to push Forward.
Too tired of finding true miracles.
Too lost to pay attention to lectures.
I can't feel my feet.
Like I'm in a dream.
Like I'm walking on clouds.
Just to fall asleep with an empty mind.
Just waking up again to find,
the same routine.
The same, same dream.
But this time I see clear.
Hearing more sharply.
And I see you.
With kindness glowing in your eyes.
I feel fire on my cheeks.
Realizing that I am blushing.
My heart drums against my ribs.
But I jerk up again.
Just to find myself in my room.
With the same tick tock
From the same old clo
Transgender Day Of RememberanceMother, I don't get it,Transgender Day Of Rememberance3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why are you so sad?
Daddy, what's wrong?
You look a little mad.
Is it something I did?
Is it someone I know?
I don't know who to ask.
I don't know where to go.
A boy at school was in a dress,
but he said he it wasn't fun,
when we traded, some man came,
he said we had to run.
The man ran fast,
We were to slow,
he caught us both and then...
Mom, Dad, it's white here,
not red like that man said.
I see angels dressed in white,
not demons cloaked in red.
And they handed me a dress,
and said I could wear whatever.
The boy, in pants, took my hand,
and said "Let's fly together."
Mommy, I love this place,
but I don't know where you are,
I hear your voice sometmes,
but the real you's just too far.
Daddy, why'd you bring me flowers,
and set them on the dirt?
Why does that stone have my name?
Why do you look hurt?
Who's the man you're cursing?
Was he that evil man?
Daddy, please forgive him,
or do the best you can.
It's not his fault that I'm a freak,
that he thought
Distorted Love - Len x insane!ReaderDistorted Love - Len x insane!Reader2 years ago in Horror More Like This
"Hey, hey Len-kun~"
"Why'd you pick Miku-chan over me~?"
_____ received no reply.
"Is it because she's prettier than me? A better singer?"
"It's okay Len I got rid of her....She won't interfere with our relationship anymore~"
A sinister smile carved itself onto _____'s face and she gently stroked Len's hair, hugging his poor, lifeless body.
"No one and nothing will get in the way of our love...I'll make sure of it~"
_____ happily said, kissing Len's cold, pale cheek.
The sweet and sickening smell of death and rotten corpses lingered around _____'s house.
She giggled maniacally.
WafflesSmiling, as the spears sink into yourWaffles2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The excitement. The joy.
Slowly, I slice through you
So slowly, so painfully.
The rush. The power.
And then, suddenly
As if a demand from demons had told me to do it…
I raise the fork to my mouth and take a bite.
ParentsMy legs are drawn up to my chest and I've put my arms around them hugging them closer. I burry my face into my knees, making stars dance in front of my eyes. I'm in the furthest corner from my bedroom door, and the lights are off. I have my headphones in my ears, the music cranked up.Parents7 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It doesn't block out the sound.
I try to sing along in hopes the words will take me somewhere else. Away from this bedroom; this house. Away from reality. It works for a little bit before a crash sounds, and the house shakes slightly. I see my favourite teddy bear in the corner of my eye. He's not old, not a teddy bear I've had since I was little. Those are in the closet. He's new, only a few years old. I pull him to me and crush him between my legs and chest. It's immature and childish, but how I wish to be a child again. Too innocent to understand.
Mum's started crying again, bringing back past mistakes. Her face will get puffy.
Dad's screaming because he always loses control. His face will go all red.
'IB' - Chapter Four'IB' - Chapter Four2 years ago in Horror More Like This
Soon all of Zim's tremors just seemed to halt. He pulled himself back up onto all fours, extending his head up with his neck still cocked at an awkward angle so he could see Dib's face. He parted his lips into the grin again, beginning to screech out in a single laughter with that eerie 'e' sound again.
The sight of that haunting grin seemed to paralyze the boy as he slowly let himself down to the floor, wrapping himself in a fetal position as he rocked himself very stiffly as if to comfort himself. Violent shivers also shook him as the cackle rung in his ears as they only intensified the dread he was already feeling.
Zim slowly began to drag himself over to him, seeing him as wounded prey now. His limbs still had trouble taking turns, looking even more like a creature in dire need of an exorcism.
Dib's eyes expanded as the other drew closer to him. He didn't blink now since in his mind, blinking only made him made him more vulnerable than he already was, even though he wo
PerfectionistPhineas pounded his fist on his desk. Ferb looked over at him.Perfectionist2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"This is horrible!" Phineas complained.
"Let me see it."
Phineas wrapped his arms around the "horrible" piece of art. Ferb went back to his book, while Phineas kept drawing, which he'd been doing for an hour.
About five minutes passed, when a drop of rain hit the window. Both boys looked up, only to see a pouring rain start. Ferb sighed, knowing it would last a while.
Another fifteen minutes passed, when the silence was broken by a loud knock on the door. Ferb rushed downstairs, only to reveal a sopping Isabella.
"Hey, Ferb!" she greeted.
He nodded back, then gestured for her to come in. She came in.
"Where's Phineas?" she asked, breaking the silence.
Ferb led her upstairs. Phineas immediately wrapped his arms protectively around his drawing.
"Whatcha drawin'?" Isabella asked, stepping towards him.
"You wouldn't like it," Phineas said.
'IB' - Chapter Three'IB' - Chapter Three2 years ago in Horror More Like This
Upon realizing there was no sign of the Irken even making an attempt to get into his house, Dib felt it were safer to be in there now than outside so he rushed towards it in quite a hurry. Once he had burst in the door, he slammed it furiously behind him and turned to lock the door for an extra sense of security. Hopefully Gaz had a key to the house so she wouldn't bother him with her obnoxious banging as she did quite often.
After locking the door, Dib turned his back to it and leaned against it, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself after all of the stress he had endured that day. Unfortunately, he could only think of Zim as he stood there, images of that haunting grin flashing in his memory.
The boy let out a groan of both agony and frustration as he headed towards the downstairs bathroom, pulling out a first aid kit to bandage his wounds before heading up to his bedroom hoping that some relaxation would help to clear his mind. Of cours
ZaDR - The ParkIt was a sunny Saturday. The air was warm and there was a light breeze. Dib decided to go to the park. And of course, he dragged his favorite little alien along.ZaDR - The Park4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I don't understand your fascination with plants," Zim commented as he grudgingly walked next to the tall human. "Sure, they're pretty. But they don't really have much purpose "
"Don't have much purpose?" Dib repeated. "Dude, they take in harmful carbon dioxide and emit oxygen. Humans breathe oxygen."
"Oh, right. Wait, this is oxygen we're breathing?" Zim looked surprised by this bit of information. "Huh."
Dib sighed. "Didn't you pay attention in science class for the last " He counted the number of years Zim has been here, "Five years?"
"Nope. I already knew all of it and I BSed the tests." Zim leaned down to examine a bee as it alighted on a flower, sucking out the nectar. A thin film of pollen coated its fat body.
"You know, because of a bee's ratio of wing surface area to body weight, they shouldn't even be able
DepressionDepression2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I was younger I was always happy,
And very rarely sad,
But about a year ago,
Everything went from good to bad.
I now grow distant each day,
Every evening I lie in my bed,
Tear streaked cheeks,
Wishing I was dead.
It's no different at school,
I have become a freak,
I am bullied everyday,
Everything has turned bleak.
I asked for help,
And I recieved the same phrase,
It's cause your a teenager,
You'll get over it one of these days.
It got worse a few months later,
I took a breath and cut my arm,
Watched the blood drip,
Yes, I self harm.
I cry every night,
Till I eventually fall asleep,
But then morning comes,
And again I weep.
depressionDepression through my eyesdepression10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm running through the streets again
the streets I know so well
there's a thick and cloudy ceiling
keeping me trapped in eternal hell
I cant seem to break it
I just keep running along
its playing on repeat again
what is that dreadful song?
My body finds this torture
living in pain and hate
knowing I cant escape it
for me its grown too late
I see your happy up there
surrounded by people and love
I often think while I'm running
of ways to escape above
there is no way to smash it
its made of extra strong stuff
stuck hear running alone
I really have had enough
but still I keep on running
it really seems unfair
I keep looking to see somebody
but you are never there
I am so sad an angry
that I took the stairs below
but know I'm stuck here forever
and no one wants to know.