ZombiesThe dead stumble into the nightZombies3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Empty graves left open
Under the moons eerie light
The smell of brains is potent
Horrified Screams pierce through the air
Ghastly figures roar through the town
On destructive paths, no one knows where
Terrified beings dragged to the ground
With blood, they'll paint the morning skies
Killing everything in sight
Under the silver-lit moon, it's no surprise
The undead will win the fight
Everyone becomes a mortal foe
Civil war in the streets
If you have fear, don't let it show
The zombies plot is almost complete
Pain and agony in every shout
They ignore their merciful cries
The human race they will wipe out
An promise you can't deny
Crimson eyes wathing the wicked
The chaos is quickly spread
Murder is a plague being transmitted
As if the streets were paved in red
The population has decreased
The battle was won
Now they will return to peace
For the bloody war was done
An Unfortunate Meeting"We really can't keep meeting like this.." The Might of Demacia states as he reaches around another tree, into a clearing. It was a beautiful summer evening, the moon was out, and the sun was just setting. The breeze was a perfect temperature, not to cold, but not to warm. The forest was just out of Demacia.An Unfortunate Meeting3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I know, but I was around town, and I needed to see you again." The Sinister Blade was standing there, in the middle of the clearing, completely unguarded. No weapons, no battle armor, nothing. All she had on was her Lunar Revel dress, flowing a bit past her knees. It was a dull shade of red, had flowers embroidered in bunches on it, and had her hair down. "Especially tonight."
Garen stepped up to her. He had no armor on, and only his street clothes. He had his sword with him, but he left it off to the side of the clearing. He grabbed her by her waste and pulled her into a kiss. "Katarina, how I wish you would leave Noxus. I don't know how much longer I can hold out kno
France X Reader 'Good Morning, Love.'France X Reader (Oneshot)France X Reader 'Good Morning, Love.'2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Good Morning, Love."
(A/N: This is a fluff intended fanfic. Meaning full of marshmallowey fluffiness. Human and Country names used. Hope you like the first ever fic that I posted in DA. Sorry if it sucks. ;.; )
It was a quiet early morning. The sun was shining brightly through the bedroom window. Lighting up the room. The light slightly blinding, but offering a comforting warmth. You turn to your right, to see your French lover still deep in sleep. Not wanting to disturb him as he was quite tired from yesterday's... ahem.... "activities". You decided you would just prepare some breakfast while waiting for him to wake up.
You slowly get off the bed, carefully as you try not to disturb the Frenchman asleep next to you. You reach for the nearest article of clothing, which happened to be France's shirt. You wore it and buttoned the middle button and slipped into a new pair of underwear and shorts before heading downstairs to the kitchen.
'What to eat..
France x Reader: Dirty PictureYou had been dating Francis for five months. The longest you had ever been with a Frenchman. Well, you couldn't complain; Francis was amazing! He made you feel like you were floating on clouds the whole time. Plus, he was awesome in bed. Oh, yes! The way he would kiss you, tease you, and touch you, had you ruining to him every night.France x Reader: Dirty Picture3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
However, there were some moments in which he was a bit demanding, like today. It was his birthday and he texted you five things he wanted. Number one is a dinner in the new French restaurant that opened, number two was a new teddy bear, number three was a couple of new rose plants, but the others were a little too much. You were at work and were pretty sure that he was too, but you didn't care what he was going to say.
"Allo?" His sexy voice reached your ears.
"I know it's your birthday, and I know I said I would do anything, but the last two things you want are impossible!" You yelled.
You heard him chuckle, "It's just a little picture."
"No-!" Your cheek
Georgie's CrumbsThe scars lie in zigzags across my throat. I don't remember the knife that made them, and they're not the point of this story; Annie is, and I'm mentioning them because she never asked about them. I loved her for that. Instead, when she found that I always played extras at the drama club because there were days when I couldn't speak in anything but a whisper, she taught me how to mime. I spent hours practicing in their dusty living room, swaying to the clatter of Georgie's nails on the piano keys. Georgie plays piano like Annie rides horses.Georgie's Crumbs2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I still find the memory of her down by the old dirt road, where he put Georgie's piano. I turn my head and catch the scent of the wind, the way the air felt when she smiled, the way the dirt tasted when I stumbled off the horse and she caught my hand and brought me up beside her, drew me up to the sky.
I sometimes wonder what she'd have done if I'd been on the ground that day. I drew up Rook before the corner because I wasn't bold like Annie, didn'
Sheets“I adore you,”Sheets10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
she said, whimsically twisted in the rippled gossamer sheets of their bed.
And in these words were memories of weather-worn love letters,
long kisses with smeared roseate lipstick,
and layered mascara outlining her chatoyant eyes,
for he loved the way it looked.
she said months later, tightly grasping the rippled gossamer sheets of her bed.
And in these words were soiled and crumpled goodbye notes,
untarnished roseate lipstick on her opulent lips,
and smeared mascara, creating an ashy mess on her pillowcase,
for who cares if he used to love the way it looked.
She whispered to empty sheets,
“I meant abhor you.”
just another adolescent love poemlet’s get this straight right now:just another adolescent love poem6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
there are people i can only talk to
at four o’clock in the morning, when
the line between decency and secrecy
becomes just as blurred as the one between
night and day.
you’re not one of them.
i’m not ashamed of you.
or scared. and don’t try to tell me that’s not
a miracle because i still check under the bed
for monsters and behind the shower curtain
for serial killers. i know it’s all in my head
but things like that make me terrified;
i mean, i still hold my breath crossing by a cemetery
and someone else is always going to have to kill the spiders.
i’m hoping that someone will be you.
which i’m also hoping i’ll never accidentally tell you
because it’s like i lose all cognitive reasoning
around you, even when we’re fighting.
you split me down the middle, half of me wanting
to tear out your femur and beat some sense into you
and the other half wanting to give anything,
even the foun
Hetalia Headcanons: PrussiaHeadcanon: Prussia gets sunburn easily.Hetalia Headcanons: Prussia2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Gilbert put on some sunscreen!!!!" You yelled at your albino boyfriend as he ran toward the ocean water. You two were at the beach enjoying a the sun and the water, but as always, he refused to put sunscreen on. He knows that he has albino skin, so he has to take care of it more than others do.
" (name), come on this is so un-awesome." He said running back to the umbrella you two shared. "You are treating me like a little girl-boy." He said crossing his arms protesting.
"You have to. Do you want to get sunburn....again?" You said remembering numerous accounts of when Gil got sunburn. You had to put soothing cream on his back and arms...it was not a easy task. Not when he kept squirming.
"n-no" He said blushing and looking away.
"then come here and sit down and I will put the sunscreen on your back." You said motioning for him to sit down.
*one timeskip later*
When he was done playing in the ocean with gilbird,
Stop Romanticizing Poets 2K14This is how I write my poems:Stop Romanticizing Poets 2K144 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You’re blonde and you have blue eyes.
You’re the perfect subject for my next great hit,
a long rambling epic or a two page sonnet
which would start by comparing your hair
to rays of the sun and your eyes to the ocean
at daybreak. Even if you’re more of a dishwater blonde
than sun-colored, and your eyes are less ocean and
more sky, I swear I write this poem and think
vaguely of you.
But here is a secret: I’m not writing a poem about you.
I’m writing a poem about the idea of you.
And I don’t know if it will be a love poem or
a break-up poem or a “please don’t go home and
commit suicide” poem or one of those
heartbreakingly honest poems that feels like
you put your pencil on paper and bled.
I don’t write poems like that often.
No poet does, not really,
we write poems about you and your blue eyes
because we don’t like how bleeding feels,
and it is much safer for us to pretend to fall in l
Red vs. Blue: Valentine's Day“So when I finally see her again, I think I've narrowed my lines down to like two options, okay? Here they are: One, hey there Carolina, if I said I liked your armor, would you hold it against me? Or two-“Red vs. Blue: Valentine's Day2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“York, please focus.”
“What? Pickup lines are important. Did I ever tell you about how we met? See, I was out one night with my buddies...they abandoned me at some ridiculous nightclub; I think it was called Errera. So I'm just sitting there at the bar bored out of my skull, and I'm flicking this lighter off and on. Then from out of nowhere, she walks up and just grabs the lighter, right out of my hands, and she goes...”
The recording cuts out.
“You want me to play it again?” Church asks quietly, appearing as hologram on the bar, looking at the red-haired freelancer sitting in front of him, leaning on the bar. The bar is quiet, with an atmosphere of melanc
[APH] Strip Poker - SpainxReader(Name) giggled uncontrollably at the cheerful voice over the phone. Did he really just ask that? There’s no way this man just asked her that. But then again, he seems like one who would do it. Spinning around, she held the phone to her chest and tried to suppress her giddiness.[APH] Strip Poker - SpainxReader2 years ago in Humor More Like This
“_____? You there?”
She squeaked and almost dropped the phone, putting it back to her ear. “Oh yes, sorry Antonio.” She rushed around the room, trying to clean it up. “So you want to come over?”
He chuckled and she smiled. “Si, I would love to. I’ll be over in a minute.”
They ended the call and she finished cleaning. Her best friend and crush was coming over, so she had to look good. Of course, she couldn’t do much, but whatever she could do. Setting out food and drinks, she tidied up what was left just as the doorbell rang. Freezing, she looked at the door and took a deep breath.
Answering it quickly, she found the happy Spaniard on the other sid
You have my HeartYou have my Heart4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Sheath my Soul
Beneath your Sword
Throw it in a Hole
But don't tell my Lord
He musn't Know
about our Affair
about my Heart
you bound beneath the Snow
Eyes so Green
Skin so Fair
A scar that mars your beautiful Face
Remind of our time and Place
We are two Fools
Prey to War
We are their Tools
But please Remember
You have my Heart
Falling in love with you wasn't Smart.
BreakCT stared intently at what now remained of Wash's ceramic cat statue, as if her will alone would undo the damage. When that failed, she knelt down beside the broken remnants and carefully scooped the pieces into her hand, biting her lip in concentration. All the while, the real cat observed her from the couch, offering moral support. After she finished cleaning up the remainder of the mess, she placed the broken pieces into an envelope, slipping it into her coat pocket. She pulled on her boots, quickly explained the situation to the cat (so he would not be troubled by her sudden disappearance), and left the house, locking the door behind her.Break2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
* * *
She waited patiently at the front desk for someone to respond to her call for assistance. When no one came, she rang the bell a few more times and thought she heard a thud and a muttered curse from the adjacent room. A few seconds later, a woman appeared, smiling as she approached. CT noted that a new bruise was forming ju
RvB: Fix You"I like fixing things."RvB: Fix You3 years ago in Romance More Like This
York had told her that once. She had walked into his room, intending to ask the tan freelancer about the training schedule, only to find him fiddling with an ancient looking silver pocket watch. He barely glanced up at her, so focused on his project that he almost missed her inquiry. "It's been in my family for generations." He explained. "Dad gave it to me when I joined the army. But it's still pretty old, so it breaks a lot."
"Why don't you just get a new watch?" she had asked, leaning against the door frame. "I'm sure there's a thousand out there that are much better." York stared at her for a long moment, realizing by the way she tipped her head in bewilderment that she just didn't understand. So he simply sighed and offered her an almost pitying smile.
"Some things are just worth fixing Carolina."
Carolina didn't know why those words stuck with her. During training, on missions, in the halfway point between consciousness and dreams, they would somehow glide
~Linger~ A Romano x Reader One Shot~Linger~ A Romano x Reader One Shot2 years ago in Romance More Like This
To think, that of all people, you'd fall for Romano. He was cold, hostile, and just plain rude most of the time, especially to you. You were relentless though. He'd often comment on how stuck up his ass you were. You knew he was just doing it to egg you on and hoping to get a little fun out of picking on you. Everyone needed someone, that's what you'd say. The first time he heard that response, he actually stopped for a minute and looked touched. You knew Romano could be different if he wanted to, he only acted this way to try to get what little attention he could. One day, he opened up to you, mind you he was drunk off his ass, but nonetheless, he spilled all his feelings on that long car ride home. It was then you realized you really did love the man, despite all his issues and self esteem complex. He had shown a different side to you only on occasion when you two were alone. A slight touch here, a hug there, even a peck on the c
Clumsy: Italy X ReaderClumsy: Italy X Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
'First time when I saw your eyes
Boy you looked right through me, hm hm
Play it cool, but I knew you knew
That cupid hit me, hm hm'
It was your first day of high school at Hetalia high. Just moved into town, in a new house, with new friends, and pretty much, new everything. Your dad dropped you off in front of the huge building, and you jumped out, slipping your headphones on and listening to some loud music as you walked up the stairs. People stared, how could they not? You were a new face, a pretty one at that, but you weren’t one to be shy about stuff like that. You let the pairs of eyes burn through you as you strode up the steps to the front entrance.
“______! Hey!" Someone called from behind you. It was your next door neighbor, Eliza. You turned around and gave her a warm smile. You talked for a while as you walked past the soccer field to get to the the science building. Just for a second your attention turned to the group of boys on the field and to your unfort
sheepskinYour love smells like snowsheepskin9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the deep of August, sucking
me like mosquitoes and you.
damn, you always had a talented
tongue, knowing just what to say
to roll me between your teeth and
keep me there; and I was hoping—
no, trusting— I’d not be crushed.
I should have known when
you raised your bones against me,
when you clattered your molars
together but never bothered hiding
the truth below your belt.
And a part of me says
I was in love with you.
suicidal.it’s like she’s toeing the edge of a cliff andsuicidal.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
she’s smiling and she’s deadly
and you’re standing too far back to save her
and it’s just too late because she’s about
if you want a list of reasons not to commit suicide,
here it is.
1. you have two dogs that will miss you.
they were wagging their tails and smiling
last night when they took you to the hospital
and i couldn’t find the words to tell them
that they should be quiet.
2. you have a car that you cried when you got
and you roll the windows down and blast music
whenever you pick me up from school
and i’m sorry i never sang along, but this is just to say
that you have things that still make you feel alive.
3. you have a sister that is nice about fifteen percent of the time
and loves you the rest of it. trust me, she does.
she does not remember the last time she hugged you
but she wrote about you when her teacher asked her
who her hero was.
4. mom should
six feet under and over your headwhen the leftovers finally run out,six feet under and over your head9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
your thirteen year old sister comes to you
and says that she misses mom and dad.
you assure her that one will be coming back soon.
neither of you mentions the other.
you think that this is a perfect time for a drink,
before you remember you’re not even twenty-one.
from bagging groceries to the middle school
to waiting tables to making dinner
then to night classes to home by eleven
then to leaving angry voicemails at
three a.m. when you wake up
and realize that you are not old enough for this
and no one seems to care.
then then then—
then you’re standing too tall holding flowers in a cemetery,
promising to do better because
today your thirteen year old sister
came to you and said that she has never felt more alone
and you are not prepared for any of this:
you are trying your best.
no one can see that you’re trying your best.
but you are.
this is not a fairytale.
there is no bad king or mad witch
or love to conquer all.
Harry Potter AnalysisThe wonderful world of Harry Potter has touched countless lives upon its release. It contains many colorful elements from magic and fantasy to fighting bald snake people with little wooden sticks. Yet at the same time, despite touching so many countless lives, the ever-popular series has not been without its fair share of criticism, a large portion of which may not have been completely unfounded. Harry Potter has been said to promote more than a few more shady practices. It wouldn't hurt to explore and prod some of them in scholarly analysis.Harry Potter Analysis5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Let us take, for example, the most prevalent example in the HP wizarding world. Wands. Harry Potter and friends often use their wands to solve problems and, more often than not, create quite a few of them. HP, Ron, and Draco are constantly seen "whipping them out" and "waving them around," despite the fact many teachers advise most of the Hogwarts students against doing so. This could function as a sort of subliminal nod to boyhood fasc
Pretty metaphors are for pretty girlsI told you to stopPretty metaphors are for pretty girls6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
spewing pretty metaphors at me,
for with each elaborate comparison,
I feel a bit more
detached from this world
And maybe I don’t feel so strong at the moment,
but would you be
if you felt like the entire universe
was resting upon your shoulders,
and someone was just there saying:
But you’re stronger than the powerful beats
of a butterfly’s wings
And maybe I do need more confidence,
but would you exuberate it
when the part you hated most about yourself
were the freckles that have speckled your face for years,
and someone was just there muttering:
They’re not flaws,
but rather stars that form constellations
Yes, I can’t help but hate
all those unrealistic metaphors
you choose to pelt at me when I’m low,
yet the irony is,
I know that those beautiful words
are realistic in your eyes,
So I can’t hate you.
Spanish Are Dancers(SpainxReader Oneshot)Antonio sat on his porch and sipped intently on a glass of red wine, much like he would do any other hot afternoon. But, this particular afternoon was special for you were at his home. You took chaste sips of your red wine and enjoyed the feel of the Spaniards near playful green eyes on your body.Spanish Are Dancers(SpainxReader Oneshot)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Your home is so beautiful.. I'm so jealous." You said in a voice just above a whisper.
The passionate male beamed at your compliment before swiftly replying flirtingly, "Gracias mi amor ! But you are much more beautiful~."
You shot him a playful glare before looking down at the red liquid in your wine glass. You gave it a twirl before saying, "You lying Spaniard."
He chuckled as he scooted towards you with easy movement. Some of your (_h/c_) was tossed over your shoulder as hot lips came in soft contact with your neck. "Never," Another kiss to the neck was sent your way, "Would I lie about that~!"
You were sent into a giggle fit as he dug his face into your neck swee