unwritten9:14 pm: you're still here. you never really left.unwritten6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
9:14 pm: there are curls of your hair on the floor. your toothbrush rests on the curve of the sink in my shitty little bathroom.
9:15 pm: and your towel is still damp from this morning.
9:26 pm: you were the sun on my wall this afternoon, coaxing me to sleep as you panned a diagonal path through my room.
9:34 pm: you are the wrinkles in my bed sheets, like stretchmarks worn into a mattress.
9:38 pm: you are still in the bark of the trees outside. you are every child that will trapeze from that swing-set in the park, and every howling toddler scared of bees.
9:42 pm: you are the secret in my second dresser drawer, and if i step outside, you'll be sitting on the edge of the porch downstairs with a lighter between your fingers.
10:02 pm: you are still here. you are the songs in my head, the tremor in my hands. i can still smell you on my skin.
12:53 am: you are not in my bed, but you are still here, somehow.
2:22 am: you are not here. you
renovationsmy mind looks at my bodyrenovations4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and says, "i don't like what
you've done with the place."
for the one who never really wasthings don't always work outfor the one who never really was2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the way we think they will.
sometimes, i want to hold you until
your shoulders don't tense at the slightest touch,
until you're no longer searching for a little bend
in my spine, a break in my skin to get underneath
and figure out if i hold all the answers, all the things
you're still looking in all the wrong places for.
i do not hold these things,
i'm not the one you're looking for
(we were always the wrong place, the wrong time,
the wrong life kind of people. that's us,
there to build each other back up
and close our eyes once the last card has been placed.)
(i don't want to watch you break yourself down again and again
because somewhere, somehow i still loved you even if it's not
in the way that we were looking for all those years ago.)
(you're something past, that still pulls at my heartstrings,
a boy that i loved and still can't bear to let go,
and instead you're somewhere, some little detail stitched
into what i write, what i wrote. some things
DrowningThere is a sorrow,Drowning2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Within our cores
Weighing us down,
Pulling us deeper
The souls of humanity,
Loose our voices to the blue
We do not call out,
We cannot fight
Distanced by the stereotypes
Pained by the chill,
The salt in our wounds,
We are the most alone
We cannot survive,
We cannot swim
Drowning in the sorrow,
We cannot fight the sorrow,
The inevitable tug-o-war
of the tides of misery
Our lungs beat mercilessly
at out white-fire chests
Armed robbery for oxygen
Success is not expected
Our vision is blurred
by the water in our eyes,
Soaking our faces
into unidentifiable memories,
A thousand centuries
In the silence
That we may not
BloodBound - 1Deep in the centre of the vampire capital was the biggest werewolf party of the cycle. Every wolf loyal to the vampire crown was to be seen in the centre of Sydan to celebrate the union of the vampire and werewolf alliance, and the sounds could be heard throughout the city.BloodBound - 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
No vampire would sleep that night, some would even watch the celebrations whilst others would try and ignore the bustle of the streets and the howls that greeted the beat of the drums.
Watching from the palace of Sydan, the princess could see everything. Her leg dangled precariously over the balustrade, which she straddled as her delicate fingers rubbed across the stone. Every year she was forbidden by her father to go near the celebration. It was dedicated to the wolves, a night filled with blood, sweat and sex that would carry on until the last wolf fell from exhaustion. The occasional vampire could be seen watching from their window, but the pack leader was very clear that vampires were not allowed close to this
Cry's Rampage_ Chapter 1Rated: T (for teens)Cry's Rampage_ Chapter 12 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Warning: contains very strong language.
(you have been warned)
Note: I was saving this for october or maybe when I got to certain point in youtubers, but it's taking too long and this story has been stuck in my head for about 4 to five 5 months, so... what the heck, I'm postin it!
Let's begin, shall we...
On a website called Twitch, three YouTubers were conversing; the Dred Red, Ru$$Money, and Cryaotic. Cry was down below fixing up a problem for the future livestream while Russ and Red watched up from a safe point of view. Russ clicked the button onto the microphone.
"How ya doin there, buddy?" he asked.
His voice beamed through the speakers in the room Cry was in. Cry sighed, annoyed, "The same as five minutes ago, Russ."
"Just checking." Russ joked.
Cry looked over his shou
SebastianxReader : Forget and Forgive : Chapter 2SebastianxReader : Forget and Forgive : Chapter 27 months ago in Romance More Like This
It would just be another normal day in your household, with Sebastian tending to the usual duties you'd often see him do. Despite having him handle you like a lost, fragile puppy, you would actually do most of the work if it wasn't for him being over protective.
It was morning, and the sun was rising over the Victorian sky. The clouds quickly accumulated with a light shower before breaking into a blue sky, the sun shining onto the house.
Sebastian had finished preparing morning tea, your favorite brand being served up. Gently partaking the tea, you finished within sole minutes of being served the elixir, as Sebastian looked at you wide eyed.
"Miss? You drank that rather quickly today."He chuckled, covering his lips with a gloved hand, rather alluringly.
You, at the moment, was watching the fire crackle and sizzle the flammable wood source to create a smoke that would travel up the chimney, allowing you to perceive a great view of the amber gas bubbling away like an extroverted child. T
Until You Title MeBut you careUntil You Title Me1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because you have poured the watery tears
And salty remorse of the days gone by
Into that flower basin
And watched something out of cracked earth
Grow with green temptation
Tentative at first
With feathers light and frail as breaths
Shallow from your joy
To see slowly taking before you
The most amazing creation
And fair of blossoms in your garden
And you could say to yourself
Without the winter of another's eyes
That this was from your labours
A life of your blood and kin
Which would rely so much on your hand
Was from that hand
That gave the meaning to every word
That escaped in exhale
And peopled a dreamy hallucination
Compared to the mind of the ones
And never could be you
With complete and utter satisfaction
To this singular desire
That what you made was beauty
And even if it was cold
And the colours were not as vibrant as paintings
They were real
Like the air inside your lungs
And rivers from your eyes
To shape your surroundings
Criticize the fractured walls of
Night SkyPaint me a story of words,Night Sky3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the clouds and sky sit as a attentive audience.
The stars outline filled with memories of our epic journey.
Hands will be joined together under
the light of the Haley’s Comet.
The man in the moon will stay hidden in the moon,
we’ll seek him out while sitting on our picnic basket.
ClicheThis was bullshit.Cliche3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pardon my French, but seriously? I tell my mother I'm atheist, and what is her solution?
Take me to confession.
"It'll be good for you, sweetie!" she'd said. "It'll help you find God!" not two seconds after she said this, my dad excused himself to go smoke a joint in front of the church. Exhibit A of how ignorant my mother is of her surroundings.
Exhibit B is her leaving to go have dinner with a group of church ladies and expecting me to be in her confessing to a God I don't believe in.
Having God shoved down my throat is not going to make me believe in Him. First off, it'll make me vomit, second off, it's going to make me not want to believe in Him more than I already do. I'm a teenager, rebelling is in my nature and this woman should know this by now.
I cast my gaze down to my wrist, checking the time on my watch. What time was she going to come get me? I'd already been in here alone for an hour, and the sun had started to set about ten minutes ago.
It was getting
A Strange LoverNo one in her life had ever liked him. She was too young for him, they insisted, and they were right. He knew they were right but for him, it was love at first sight. Despite how broken she was, there was also a strength he could see in the young girl, a strength so beautiful that he couldn't resist her. He never understood how she hadn't seen it and how she had thought so lowly of herself. But then, he saw people so very differently.A Strange Lover3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Despite his best attempts, she sought him out. She wanted to get away from her family and friends who didn't understand her. He understood her, that was enough for her. She didn't care if the others hated him, she loved him. She would fall into his arms and beg him to take her away, to a better place. He held her tightly, protectively. Yet, he knew he was no good for her, the others were right. He had to let her go, had to let her go to her family and friends who loved her and despised him. He didn't want to come between them.
He stared down at her and be
YouTubers: United Chapter 1_ It starts...Pairings: none (it's a YouTube fanfic)YouTubers: United Chapter 1_ It starts...2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Rated: T (for teens)
Note: As this story progresses, there will be language (cussing).
You have been warned...
Bzzzzzzzzzzeeeeeep! I slammed my hand down on the snooze button and groaned.
"Come on." I said sliding out of bed, "Only one more day. Just-one-more. Seven more hours until fall break."
Twelve school days off. That was over two weeks! I half smiled, half awake and stumbled into my bathroom to brush my teeth. Then, like a zombie, I dragged my feet to my closet then changed.
I ran downstairs, skipping the last two steps. I ran for the kitchen to see it empty.
"Gone already..." I mumbled.
A two story house with three bedrooms. And yet, it was just me and my mom. It was fun at first, like after I was born, but, after tha
Slave Manor - IntroductionSlave Manor - Introduction6 years ago in Erotic More Like This
I was only fourteen when my Master found me. I was an orphan, and he gave me a home and a family. They were all so kind, my sisters and my Master. I thought Id found peace at last, after the abuse Id suffered at the orphanage. But it didnt take me long to realise that this was no normal family.
I knew that night my Master called me into his room; Id never been in there before. It was dark, and the only thing I could see in the light were chains and leather. I remember being frightened...and then I saw him, my Master. But it wasnt him...something about him had changed. There were no smiles, no reassuring words...only lust and pain. This was my Master behind closed doors...a Master no one but my sisters and I would grow to know and fear.
Three years on, and any fight I had has left me. Im a good slave, though I havent smiled in years. My sisters seem to enjoy being in our Masters care, and crave his attention. I hide...not wanting ever to g
A m o u rI ache for the softness of your lipsA m o u r2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
& the gentle touch of your fingertips.
You've got that kind of love I desire,
the type which could build empires.
You see, I'm just one small nothing,
while you're probably another's something.
I've taken a liking to the starless night,
because I refuse to face the light.
Though just like the moon,
Every single day, I'd die for you.
Memories Taste Like Burning PhotographsIt’s like this:Memories Taste Like Burning Photographs2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
you don’t move not because the floor
is spinning around you,
but because you’re standing
on the same spot
you were years ago.
Yet problem number one
isn’t that you thought
you were gone from there,
but that each step you thought
you took forward,
was exactly the other way
Suddenly you don’t have bones.
Or that you’re forced to remember
you don’t. Breathing is catatonic—
sleeping and waking even worse.
There’s no difference to day
and night; afternoons are a blur.
You feel as if you’re looking
for something important
but not knowing what it actually is.
But all that doesn’t prepare you
when you look at the mirror one day
and realise your eyes are dead.
So you stare back.
And ask yourself when.
When did you last notice the cuts
you swore on your numbness?
When did your childhood
start screaming at you to stand?
When did the voice you spoke with
tell itself to shut up?
You don’t cry because you
The American 1 SherlockxReaderAmericans, Holmes had not worked with many in his line of work, nor did he have much experience regarding them. Now, there was one moving into his flat, thanks to dear John who had met his new flat mate on a trip to the U.S. a few years ago. Watson had completely disregarded telling Sherlock anything about his replacement, but had assured the detective that he would enjoy this person’s company.The American 1 SherlockxReader1 month ago in Romance More Like This
John watched Sherlock pace the room from his chair, with an amused smirk on his face. He knew that his friend would be in for a surprise when the new inhabitant of Baker Street showed up and that must have been obvious to Sherlock because he seemed nervous. But luckily, Holmes had not been able to deduce what was going to be shocking about his flat mate; although that hadn’t stopped him from trying.
“He’s late, you know. I’ve heard that Americans were rude, but does he really need to be late?” Sherlock asked as he glanced at the clock. He looked to John and sa
Obsessed with Sherlock HolmesYou know you're obsessed with Sherlock Holmes when....Obsessed with Sherlock Holmes5 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
1. You find yourself meticulously examining every new person you meet.
2. You secretly wish you had a Watson 'stache.
3. You don't hang out with your friends anymore because you're locked up in your room... solving cases.
4. The funniest joke? Scotland Yard.
5. You always eat toast for breakfast. Always.
6. You sometimes watch your roommate sleep.
7. Moriarty is your sworn enemy.
8. You see the newest unexplainable disappearance or murder on the news, and think, Sherlock Holmes could handle it.
9. You've picked a side: Granada, 2009, or BBC.
10. You've named your bulldog Gladstone.
11. Pipes and magnifying glasses are suddenly amazingly hot.
12. Your old service revolver is your best friend.
13. To you, Irene Adler is always THE woman.
14. You are lost without
Insanity - Kit Walker x ReaderInsanity - Kit Walker x Reader3 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Kit had grown use to the asylum, used to the environment that surrounded him. What he wasn't used to was not being able to get outside to see the world, to feel the grass on his bare feet. He couldn't get used to the feeling of people ripping his mind apart and accusing him of murdering those girls over and over again. The other inmates were constantly questioning him, making jokes and threatening him for the things that he had supposedly done.
But he didn't do, and that would always remain his answer.
There was a new inmate in the asylum; a girl that he had never seen before. She was quiet, always herself ever since she had arrived. Everyone knew what she was in for. It was always the same with inmate new and old. Everyone knew why everyone was here and why they were classed as criminally insane. But not Kit.
Kit moves around the common room, avoiding eye contact with the other inmates until he passes her, the girl that had arrived almost two weeks ago.
"You're Bloody Face, right?" Sh
Reversed Abduction -Intro-My breath began to choke me. I sprinted through the thick forest, my hair tangled and my skin covered in blood. Fallen branches scraped at my open wounds as wind howled through the trees. My ripped t-shirt felt like it was suffocating me. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t escape. A seemingly invisible tree root tripped me as I tried once again to find a way out of the forest. I landed with a thud in the dirt. In panic, I quickly crawled to a tree and sat, confused and terrified.Reversed Abduction -Intro-1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My name is Hazel Moon. I don’t know where I am. I don’t know how to escape. And I don’t know who he is.
But he’s trying to kill me.
I got up, and suddenly, a hand covered my mouth furiously. I tried to scream, but my body was in such a shock that no sound could come out. I tried to break free, but I couldn’t.
What was happening? My thoughts raced through my mind. I tried to scream again, and finally, I actually made a sound
Cynder the DragonPROLOGUE -Cynder the Dragon4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I know what I need to do," Spyro said. "Just get out of here Cynder."
"Spyro, no!" Cynder cried. "You don't have to do anything...let's just go."
"Where Cynder? There will be nothing left. The world is breaking apart, but I think I can stop it...I think I'm meant to...." Spyro said bravely. Cynder looked into Spyro's eyes. She knew what needed to be done, and even if they would die trying...they would be together.
"Then I'm with you." Cynder said firmly. Spyro stood bewildered by Cynder's gesture. He rose into the air... "I love you..." Cynder wispered.
Spyro woke up dazed...
MemoryThursdays always brought a lot of activity and audiences for FreddyFazbear's Pizzeria. It's not that all the other days meant the place was quiet, because it always had multiple parties taking place day-to-day, but Thursdays were the days that focused on the animatronic band that starred at the place. The animatronic band consisted of a bunny, a bear, and a chicken. The bunny was named Bonnie, the chicken was named Chica, and the bear was named Freddy.Memory6 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
The animatronic band always made clicking sounds with each and every move they took, and how they moved their mouths weren't very convincing that they matched up with the songs very well at all. But the reason they got the spotlight was because Freddy took the part as the lead singer, and was the mascot of the whole pizzeria in the first place. The kids enjoyed the shows and most of them would stop and watch. Others would be too busy in Pirate's cove or chowing down on the pizza to take notice.
The year was 1985. At least 2 years before
HabitsInsecurity fills up my abdomen,Habits3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a bloated image formed in the reflection.
Thunder thighs that aren’t filled with pictures of reality.
A twisted image that stabs like a dagger in my empty stomach,
old habits never die young in my heart.
The toilet is just inches from the mirror,
dumping ground for the poison on the plate.
The lies to the questions, I just fill you with confusion and hurt.
I am sorry for the smoke screens, they back fire on me too sometimes.
Renewal DemandBurn me alive.Renewal Demand4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Once more for the forbidden I strive,
May I? - From ashes to rise.
Oh, sweet fantasy -
My golden despise.
Waiting I’ll be for the phoenix myth
For shall it enliven forthwith...
The Holes in My Palms are Not From NailsI’m not a synonym for your past girl,The Holes in My Palms are Not From Nails2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’m not going to be the fool
who pulls petals from a flower
hoping I’d end up on the positive
side effect. The Sandman skipped me,
so I won’t rub my eyes anymore
to see you any better.
And contrary to my belief,
you were the blurred end
to a light in water-
the credits to an unknown song.
Some would dare to call you
modern art; but I know that’s just
a euphemism for too abstract
to be understood.
But nonetheless, you made it to be
ubiquitous, a tongue twister
for someone who was never laconic,
never ravenous for a plate of zany
to keep her company-
or just drive the false vertigos
to a bit of parachuting down.
No more, paper boy. No more of your force-field
paper tears you made me swallow.
You are not my flight with Icarus,
you are not the smell of earth after rain.
So lock me up in your loosely-clenched
fingers, and hope to a burning, stagnant star
the others you bit away
would want the same.