Today, I cried.December 10th, 2012.Today, I cried.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Today I cried.
I wasn't bullied today.
Neither was I bullied yesterday.
Nor am I going to be tomorrow.
But I cried.
Because I relived every moment.
And that was enough.
I succumbed to my emotions.
Today I cried.
I wasn't particularly weak today.
Neither was I weak yesterday.
Nor am I going to be weak tomorrow.
But I cried.
Because I relived every moment.
And I'm not ashamed.
I succumbed to my emotions.
But... I'm not ashamed.
Today I cried.
But that's just the way I am.
Once in a while, you just need a good cry.
To remind yourself of:
the little emotion you have left.
Inevitable (DirkxReaderxJake)AU!Zombie ApocalypseInevitable (DirkxReaderxJake)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dirk x Reader x Jake
(Name) continued to shake as she slumped beside her two friends, the adrenaline running through her veins kept her from truly calming down despite her exhaustion. The trio had just managed to outrun an unusually large horde of zombies.
She sighed and ran a gloved, trembling hand through her (length) hair. They had been extremely lucky this time. None of them had gotten a proper meal or a decent amount of sleep since the infection, as the media had called it, had finally spread to their town. She could remember watching news reports and seeing insane clips of infected individuals becoming feral and viciously devouring anyone near them.
Beauty and the TrollEridan x Reader Chapter 1Beauty and the Troll2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Long, long ago, there lived a prince of the sea. The prince lived in a ship on his own island, cold and alone with no one to talk to. One day, a sickly low-blood came to his door, asking for help and shelter from the sea storm, and in return, she offered to help him with his loneliness. The prince scoffed at the low-blood, for he was skeptical and too proud for any sort of help from the underling. He had already lost any hope for his wishes to come true long ago, deeming them childish and too painful to think of. The low-blood warned him, not be put-off by such differences, as what truly mattered was the heart and soul of someone. Once again, the prince scoffed and slammed the door in her face, dismissing her. The low-blood then threw off her cloak and revealed herself as a high-blood with great powers. The prince tried to explain himself, that he didn't know of the enchantresses position, but it was too late. She had already seen that he was too cold, and unc
The beginning.I sat there, sprawled out on the couch watching the television. One of those cheesy three stars shows was on and I wouldn't say that I was forced to watch it, but I had lost my remote due to a game of door frame basket ball. Lesson of the story, is that you don't buy a two dollar remote unless you are looking forward to multiple trips to the store. Anyway, I was watching it because I didn't want to get up and turn the TV myself. That is five steps too many in my mind.The beginning.1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
So I don't know the name of the show but so far it was about this witch homeless girl who dreams of being a role model or to be in the lime light. Then while she was talking about her dreams and goals she ran out of her cardboard box of a home towards the decorated streets to see that there was a parade in honor of the royal family. But then the prince couldn't be found cause he ran away and so while everyone is in panic mode looking for the lost son she decided to go and sneak to a vendor to get some food but then a guy
As Long as You Smile (EridanXReader) FIXED(Eridan)As Long as You Smile (EridanXReader) FIXED2 years ago in Romance More Like This
She was back, sitting on the half-dry beach. Her eyes hardly left the ocean. I smiled slightly at myself, remembering when I had attempted to form a blackrom with her—at the time it was just an idiotic attempted to fill a quadrant; a pass that I regretted and the only rejection that I had actually been thankful to receive. She had been so stubborn about not leaving the beach the first time I saw her. I mistook the sheer will in her eyes for hatred. No troll I had ever met held a will like that. A few days passed before I asked her exactly what she was waiting for, speaking to her in a way that was sure to mirror what I had thought was hatred. She flashed me a devious smile and informed me she was waiting for Narwhalemom to come back and apologize. Immediately I suggested the blackrom. She was a land dweller and the sight of her would make my stomach feel uneasy. She laughed at me, cod I remembered that laugh well. It was anything but mocking and so care-free. She shook h
ZombieStuck Ch 2: Karkat x Reader(x Sollux?)You slowly open your eyes. Blinking a few times, you sit up. Glancing around, you find yourself in that small room with the windows. Standing up, you stretch, making a good 'popping' noise. You can't help but smile. That was the best nap of you life.ZombieStuck Ch 2: Karkat x Reader(x Sollux?)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Your eyes scan the room, nobody was in it but yourself. You hunch over and scratch your back a bit, everything that happened just before you feel asleep was a blur. You never remember that you feel asleep on Karkat's shoulder. Cracking your neck, you open the floor-door and slowly climb down the latter.
Once you hit the last 3 or 4 steps you hop down and open the closet door, exiting. You walk down the hall way, leaning against the wall for support. You might have slept, but GOD where you tired still, like, physically. Groaning, you re-position your bow, which is, well, was lose.
You reach the stairs.
Stairs are your worst enemy.
Especially when you just wake up.
Muttering a "Uggrhh, COME ON.", you take your first step.
Whoops. You trip (A
Swimming (Eridan x Reader songfic)Your songs remind me of swimming,Swimming (Eridan x Reader songfic)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Which I forgot when I started to sink.
For as long as you have known Eridan Ampora, you have had peculiar feelings about him. At first, you couldn't describe them; buoyant, and uplifting, the first sign of hope you had seen from yourself for a while. Of course, you keep it from people how miserable you are; you have a good life, you're clever, and not exactly underprivileged. If you try to complain, people are bound to call you selfish, or spoiled, or something cruel along those lines.
But somewhere along the way, it finally strikes you. You're falling for the stupid fish. And the thought is terrible, because you two are such good friends, and how, how could he ever want a quadrant with someone like you?
Dragged further away from the shore,
And deeper into the drink...
It's like a whirlpool of despair, constantly sucking you down further. The more you think about it, the less and less likely it is Eridan would ever even cons
This Little LullabyThis Little LullabyThis Little Lullaby3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This Lullaby, is a sweet little ditty,
To say it's great is only a pity.
It's about a boy, who loved a girl,
And their story that did unfurl.
The little boy tried to impress,
And the girl was, she must confess.
A song he wrote to her,
This Little Lullaby, made her heart stir.
"This is your Lullaby, hear it when you sleep,"
"Remember it, hear my voice, to comfort you when you weep."
"You are my love, my only true joy,"
"The only happiness to this mere boy."
"River-dance, and moonlit meadow-land."
"Let that be your memories hallowed brand."
"Sunset kisses, and the ocean breeze,"
"Just be glad always, oh please."
"My Love for you undying,"
"We, together are flying."
"Us, we, forever as one,"
"This is my dream, or my dream is none."
"This is your Lullaby, hear it when you sleep,"
Remember it, hear my voice, to comfort you when you weep."
That little boy and little girl grew old,
And together wrote a story untold,
About a sweet little Lullaby,
And the way it made hearts
Poems of DeathDark RoomPoems of Death6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here in this dark room
I sit in the gloom
They left me here all alone
With nothing to do but moan
I can hear Death's call
I think I'll end it all
I can hear Death's call
Into his arms I want to fall
I'll be out of this mess
There'll be no more stress
In the light of the moon
I'll be home very soon
Rot To The Bones
In this coffin I'm all alone
Left to rot away to the bone
Its quiet and dark in here
I'm at peace, there's nothing to fear
So leave me alone
While I rot to the bone
I Wouldn't Be Here
My skin feels cold to the touch
I long for warmth so much
When I feel hot flames licking at my skin
I wonder what was my sin
I fear into sleep I fell
Because it looks like I'm in hell
It felt like I was flying
But i guess I was dying
They must have burred me
Because dark was all I could see
If I hadn't jumped I wouldnt be here
Pressed against the wall in fear
The Card Game [HomestuckxReader]Come to the carnival, they implored.The Card Game [HomestuckxReader]1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
It'll be fun, they said.
Nothing bad will happen, they reassured.
Well, that was obviously a load of bullshit.
First off, something bad did happen. You lost your friends in the crowd. Not that was really their fault. You were a bit claustrophobic, so you had blindly bolted through the crowd your group had encountered upon entering the carnival, leaving your companions behind without a prayer of catching up. From there, you had continued to run until you came to a place that wasn't crowded. It was quite the opposite, actually.
The area was deserted. And that was when you realized you were completely and utterly lost.
Second of all, you hated carnivals. And not for some traumatizing reason that involved your family or nightmares or anything else dramatic people spoke about; you simply found them creepy. Or, at least the one's that visited the town of [hometown] were.
And, to warp it all up, you were thrown over the shoulder of Tho
Words of a muteIt all started with youWords of a mute3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This obsession with pain
Although you had nothing
Nothing for you to gain
I tried to feign ignorance
Turns out I was too weak
Listening to your torments
I've forgotten how to speak
One night, the words got to me
Tears were tumbling down my face
My soul will never be the same
Anger has had it replaced
Short Lovely PoemI want to tell you how I feel,Short Lovely Poem6 years ago in Ballad More Like This
But it's your answer I dread.
So I'll go search for shooting stars,
And find four-leaf clovers instead.
And pray on them, and make a wish,
That you feel the way that I do.
So when I do say "I love you,"
You'll say, "I love you too."
Christmastime in Sword Art OnlineIt was that time of the year.Christmastime in Sword Art Online1 year ago in Romance More Like This
But it definitely was not the most wonderful time of the year for Kirito. It was already December 24, and he was still stuck inside Sword Art Online. Granted he had only been there for about two months, but he still had been hoping to spend Christmas with his family, rather than alone. He had been alone for the most part since joining SAO, so this wouldn't be any different.
Still, he could have been at home, spending time with his sister decorating a tree, making cookies, or having a snowball fight. Now, he would do none of that. It just wasn't the same without her. He could appreciate her so much more now, when she was far away and there wasn't much hope of seeing her for some time to come. It only made him resolve harder to find a way to beat this game, so that he could go home and see everyone again.
In the meantime, preparations were being made for Christmas in SAO. No one really knew what to expect for t
His Wasp (Sollux x Reader x Karkat Sadstuck?)Troll romance is probably the worst thing to happen to (f/n) (l/n). Which is to say, you. Trolls have quadrants--- something humans don't. You, along with the rest of your species, are not capable of blackrom feelings the way trolls are. You wouldn't even think about it.His Wasp (Sollux x Reader x Karkat Sadstuck?)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
But to Sollux Captor, your "flushcrush", it is entirely a possibility, considering he totally and utterly despises you. Possibly more than Eridan, which is truly saying something. According to him, you're stupid, ugly, and about the most dislikable person on the planet.
Friends? Who the fuck needs them? You know how to deal with being alone. You used to have friends, but everyone seems to have abandoned you once you began to interact with the trolls who transferred to your high school. But, you have made friends with some of the trolls, thankfully, meaning you're not totally lonely all the time.
Karkat, for one. He seems to treat you a little bit better than everyone else; no less cursing, but actually slightly kinder
Raise Your Glass HighControl? No. She couldn't. It was hard enough converting the heretic geth... even the Reapers, horrible as they were, didn't deserve to have all choice taken from them. And it had been what they wanted The Illusive Man to do-- who knew what would happen if she tried taking them? Things could very well become so much worse, what if she reached the same decision as the Catalyst one day, and simply began this all over again?Raise Your Glass High3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Destruction was equally unthinkable. If there was one thing Shepard would not let herself be remembered for, it would be a mass genocide the likes of which the galaxy had never seen before. Killing the geth when they had just achieved peace, just achieved true sentience; killing EDI when she had shown just how human 'artificial intelligence' could be. There was also the confirmation that each Reaper was indeed the last remains of an ancient species. Even after all they had done, she couldn't destroy the little that remained of those people.
All that left was what t
Sticks and StonesYou heard if sticks and stonesSticks and Stones1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
were ham-handedly tossed,
the bones may break
but the person would not
You heard words could never hurt,
so you tried throwing them too,
what the person had been through
And you continued tossing
not realizing you were wrong,
until one stone remained
when they could no longer hold on:
DaddyPink ruffles flow in the breeze,Daddy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She chooses a crayon with a feeling of ease.
With three circles, a stroke, and then another,
She draws herself, her mother, and her father.
Hoisting her prize high in the air,
She sprints back inside, wind whipping her hair.
On a very important mission,
She finds her mother in the kitchen.
It doesn't take her very long,
To realize something's deadly wrong.
Her mother's hunched over in her chair,
Weeping out of sheer despair.
She shows her mom her family drawing,
Who smiles and holds her little girl with longing.
Her mom leans down and kisses her head,
Then gently whispers, "Time to go to bed."
Walking to her room in all but a hurry,
She wonders why she has to sleep early.
Little does the innocent girl know,
Her daddy's never coming home.
MermaidsWhen she was fiveMermaids1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
she believed in mermaids
For 95% of the ocean
So she went to school
and told her classmates
how she wanted to meet a mermaid
They laughed at her-
"Mermaids don't exist."
When she was ten
she watched those same kids
sit in wooden church pews
praying to God-
She laughed at them
for being hypocrites
The devil's danceI can hear their sneersThe devil's dance3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can see their eyes
I can taste their repulse
Their transparent disguise
The devils are watching
They are everywhere
Waiting for a mistake
The fire ready to fucking flare
Burning us to ashes
Rising slowly - the smoke
Their eyes dangerously glint
Their merciless side evoked
My body lies unmoving
Covered with burns and cuts
The devils seductively dance
The dance of death - they strut
Always Love You Part 1Dick kneeled in front of the tombstone; he obviously didn’t care about grass stains on his hundred dollar tuxedo paints. His head was bowed as he placed the bouquet of flowers between his knees and the stone. He waited a minute in silence with his head bowed, his hands tucked in his lap, before he cleared his throat to speak, “Hi Jay.”Always Love You Part 11 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
It had been five years since Jason Todd died. Every day since Dick had come to his grave to talk to him. Dick would tell him everything that he could think of, like what he did that day, what Bruce’s mood was like. No matter how many times he came to see Jason, it was still hard. It was hard to see his name engraved forever into the tombstone before him. It was hard to know that his grave was robbed, and he couldn’t stop that either. It was hard to know Dick wasn’t there to save him. It was hard to know he’d never be able to feel or touch Jason again.
Dick cleared his throat and tried to swallow his tears,
Ode to TeaOde to TeaOde to Tea3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tea, tea, a magical drink,
The more you drink, the more you think...
What if I should become a dinosaur,
A Pterodactyl, with a shrieking roar!
But no, that's not a tea type thing,
What if I was the queen, drinking with the king?
Yes, that's better, or an Asian maid,
Sitting in the sunset watching the Sakuras sway.
Or maybe it's three in the morning,
And papa's coffee's gone without warning,
He needs his shot of pure caffeine,
What could be better than that blackened sheen.
Steeped in a vat of boiling H2O,
Ready to get me ready to go,
For morn, noon, evening; all day,
Maybe a bit of lovely Earl Grey,
But I like my tea black as night,
Strong enough to make you cringe in spite,
But maybe I'll add a little honey,
Good for a sore throat and sick tummy,
Or should I be a young lady,
Sitting under a tree, making it shady,
And a little girl princess can drink with me,
A happy party, just we and tea.
Though, sometimes, I want to be alone,
So I might cry, or pout, or even moan,