Inevitable (DirkxReaderxJake)AU!Zombie ApocalypseInevitable (DirkxReaderxJake)2 years 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.
Christmastime in Sword Art OnlineIt was that time of the year.Christmastime in Sword Art Online2 years 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
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.2 years 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
This Little LullabyThis Little LullabyThis Little Lullaby4 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
BushidoWhat is Honour?Bushido2 years ago in Letters More Like This
What is pride?
What is loyalty?
What is bravery?
What is fear?
What is pain?
What is death?
War is a component of all of these, the Soldier must be brave, proud and loyal, and for that he will gain Honor.
What a Soldier gets, is Fear, Pain, and every so often; Death.
I have become death, the destroyer of worlds J. Robert Oppenheimer.
Every Man can become Death, with every bomb that falls, every shot that is fired, everyone becomes death.
The most common portrait of Death, is a skeleton, an Undead, hooded figure, holding a scythe.
But in truth, Mankind is death, the world is death, we kill at the drop of a hat, be it Man, Animal or plant.
Our existence so far has consisted of finding knowledge, ever since the dawn of man, 30% of our time has gone to researching things we need, and the remaining 70 % has gone to find more efficient ways to kill.
"He Who Knows Others Is Wise. He Who Knows Himself Is Enlightened." - Tao Te Ching
Mankind dont kn
Words of a muteIt all started with youWords of a mute4 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
Today, I cried.December 10th, 2012.Today, I cried.3 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.
Poems of DeathDark RoomPoems of Death7 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]2 years 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
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 12 years 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,
The knifeAThe knife3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Does that make me Different?I wear make up. Does that make me fake?Does that make me Different?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cry. Does that make me emo?
I have male friends. Does that make me slutty?
I smile a lot. Does that make me weird?
I laugh loud. Does that make me preppy?
I have anxiety. Does that make me a freak?
I have Bipolar Disorder. Does that make me abnormal?
I respect people. I change for me, and only me. I have a past, but I know I have a future.
Does that make me different?
But at least it makes me
GermanyxItalyGermany slowly woke up to Italy's shuddering in the middle of the night. He drowsily opened his eyes and saw the corner of Italy's lips twitching as he dreamed, the full moon shone through their window providing only pale light to see. Italy soon began talking in his sleep, something about an alien, pasta, and a psychotic France. Germany smiled to himself as he listened to Italy talk; it was funny, some nice entertainment to wake up to. He looked down and noticed his arm was wrapped protectively around Italy's chest, 'Every single time I wake up at night I'm holding him ' he thought to himself. Germany knew he loved Italy, but he was unsure of how to show it but it seemed like at night when they were sleeping, showing Italy this little bit of love was easy. Germany looked back up at Italy's face, he looked like an angel: eyes lightly closed, pink lips open just slightly, and his golden-brown hair brushing against hiGermanyxItaly4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
College Makoto x Reader Pt 9College Makoto x Reader Pt 95 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
****Warning, some sexual themes and stuff... If you don't like, then don't read****
'Well here we are. Home sweet home.' You say with a chuckle as you push the door open to your dorm and flick the lights on, ushering Makoto in. 'I know it's not much seeing as to how I am a poor college student, and this is a dorm, but make yourself at home.'
'I think it's lovely. It kind of suits you.' Comes his reply as he eyes all your favorite merchandise you had around and the overflow of empty coffee cups on your desk.
'So.... What should we do now that we're here?' You ask, flopping into your desk chair as Makoto plops onto your bed.
'Hmmm I'm not sure, I feel like we've watched too many movies already, so maybe not that?' He replies thoughtfully as you rack your brain for fun, creative ideas.
'Oh I know! How about we play a little game of truth or dare?'
'Isn't that a little childish?' He questions skeptically, not daring to look at the puppy dog eyes you were surely making now.
All YoursFor you, I can run through the night and catch the dawn. I can open a hole in the sky.All Yours2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because even here, in the middle of nowhere, I worry that someone will listen.
Your face is beautiful, with that bright smile that causes one to want to contemplate it all the eternity.
Because I feel like a pirate of the night ... and I want to know who invades my waters, sweet siren.
And maybe she is thinking the same about me ... because she gets serious and looks away.
And the more intensely I love you, the more intense it seems the pain in my chest. But no matter, no matter if my heart explodes. That will be a proof of my love and devotion to you.
I look at you, with your lovely face.
I stay there, fighting for inspiring your smell, to breathe your essence, anything.
Resisting the intensity of pleasure you produce in me. Holding the urge to kiss you from head to toe.
Her eyes have a fun and dreamy expression, as if they were watching my life and find it vaguely amusing.
My love for her knows no
What Have I Done?Each day I must resistWhat Have I Done?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The urge to tear myself
Apart. Each day I have
Tried so hard not to harm
Myself, out of love for you.
Part of me knows that
I'm doing is for the best,
Yet part of me thinks self-
Harm is the best thing to do.
How is it that I began to heal
When you loved me, and the
Day you said that love was gone,
My will went in reverse.
Sonnet XIDear Death, thou art shunned, yet I welcome thee,Sonnet XI3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I fear not thy shade nor thy trailing shroud,
Whilst mankind greets thee with a teary plea
I shall embrace thee like a monsoon cloud.
Why men fear thy presence I cannot say,
Nor discern why in thy company, weep,
For life bears us all: love, woe, ceaseless sway,
But death, kind death, cares for every man's sleep.
My love for thee exceeds mortality,
And as seasons sweeten the sweetest wine,
Lend my fruitful years to vitality
And I shall remain eternally thine.
Ring my vows from my grave O timeless wife
We eloped at birth for the afterlife.
Why I DiedCan I tell you how I died?Why I Died3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Why it rhymes with suicide.
Not because, I fell ill.
Not because, I swallowed pills.
Soon you'll see why I lie still.
Not because, I have drowned.
Not because of, Russian Roulette's
Deaf words of mine,
preach no sound.
Not because, the fault of life
Not because, the sharpened knife.
Real reason, why, tears went dry.
Not because, I jumped to fall.
Not because, this body I mauled.
The more I remember,
the harder too recall.
The true answer is i'm,
But to me,
the meaning of suicide:
Dear DeathI sink my kneesDear Death2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
into the sodden dirt
surrounding the grave
of a human long gone
I touch the stone's
chiseled cursive words
and trace the letters:
how gelid they've become
I stare at the flowers
that people have left;
upon the plot,
And I contemplate
my inevitable death
hoping no flowers are left
for the message they possess
"I'm trading life for death."
LokiWe are born in pain, all of us. When that first breath of oxygen touches our lungs and it tastes of fire in our bodies, it is then we are known to be alive – screaming our indignation that this is the life we've been brought into, that this is how the world will greet us. With suffering. I was no different, whimpering softly, stunned at the sensation in my infant body, wondering why it must be that my entrance to this life hurt. It was only appropriate, then, that my birth as a god was through agony.Loki2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sometimes, when walking home after dark, I'd play this scenario through in my head. I was raised to believe I'd be attacked by men. I knew how I kept the mace in the front pocket of my purse, although I'd been too timid to take the lid off and figure out how to actually use it. I was reckless in my disregard, knowing full well what I'd been taught growing up, and then discarding it the next moments with only the outside illusion of playing by the rules. Instead, I saw in my head what
I Need You To KnowStop.I Need You To Know3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I need you to stop what you're doing
And listen to me for a second.
I need you to understand my words
Even though they fall carelessly from my lips.
It will only take a few minutes, I promise.
I need you to know that I love you,
And that I always have.
I cared for you more than myself.
Nothing else matter as long as
You were there to comfort me,
And I thank you for that.
I think you should know that when I
Woke up this morning my first thoughts
Were of you, as they are every morning.
I wanted to know how you felt,
If you were okay,
If you were thinking of me…
Now for the hard part:
I need you to know that I don't want this.
Because it completely blindsided me.
I was suddenly picked up out of this universe
And thrown into another.
And now I am constantly needing a reminder of how to breathe.
I did not ask for this.
I could have picked someone better;
Someone who would wrap their arms
Around my waist and mean it when
They say that everything is okay,
But I didn't. I didn't choose.
PoemsWhat These Eyes SeePoems8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With these eyes, I look at thee
And see not what others see
Instead I see beneath the mask
To find out what, you need not ask
You need but look into your heart
To find out what you truly are
Your heart is black, far from divine
But shame on me, for so is mine.
You are my angel, and even though
Your skin may not be as white as snow
Your wings they are the deepest black
That would put to shame a witchs cat
And instead of a halo, you have horns
The tips of which are sharp as thorns
Youre still my angel, and you should know
Whatever your destination, my soul will go.
I feel Im trapped, nowhere to go
Time quickly passes and flows
I look around, but can see nothing
Nor hear a sound, nor feel a sting
I believe that you will truly find
That I am trapped within my mind.
What Lies Within
In shadow, in darkness, beneath everyone's guise,
Past the flesh, through the bone, hidden with lies,
A face, a secret, that the world won't abid