LoveHe loved her, but this wasn't her, not anymore.Love4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It looked like her, it sounded like her, but it wasn't her.
The thing inside her looked out through her eyes, it had all her memories, it knew who he was. He was the one who loved her and a part of her loved him, but she surpressed that.Every day the two being were together the lady got weaker and the spirit got stronger. It only needed a few more days.
The man knew all this, he knew she was inside there, deep down. The woman he loved was still alive, he just had to find a way to make her stronger, strong enough to push through the spirits defenses.
Strong enough to come back to him.
He breathed her name, remisnising on how he used to say her name all the time. Looking into her eyes, knowing she felt the sam eway about him as he did about her.
The love they shared had been strong, once. Now it seemed that their love just wasn't strong enough. It hadn't been strong enough to stop the spirit and it wasn't strong enough to bring back his sou
Amnesia: Clarice, PrologueAmnesia: Clarice, Prologue4 years ago in Horror More Like This
Summary: "They can all be saved." She muttered to herself, "There is always a
Disclaimer: I could never think up anything so horrible as Amnesia, but now
that it's here... Might as well have a little fun.
Well, actually, some explanation:
So, the events prior of Amnesia: Justine happen: Justine's brother is born
and her mother dies, Justine is submitted to psychological testing by her
father. Justine murders said father, Justine continues spiraling downwards into
a dark black abyss of madness from where there is no escape, and she drags three
suitors, a priest, a doctor, and a policeman down with her to have madly exiting
adventures in her basement.
It's all about Justine. Justine. Justine. And her three suitors. Amnesia is
not a big fandom, I'll give it that, but you would at least think of the one
character that stood there and observed everything, but she only gets mentioned
once and has two seconds of screen time, max. I'm talking ab
Drowning In The DarkDrowning,Drowning In The Dark2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It’s never the most pleasant feeling.
No matter how unpleasant, people drown every day.
All around you, every day, humans constantly disappear.
Darkness filling their lungs, their screams never heard.
And while it may just feel like a nightmare, darkness grips many.
A very, very real darkness.
When someone takes a nosedive into the depths of darkness,
Does anyone hear them?
Or is everyone deafened by the crashing waves, not able to hear the screams,
All who drown destined to die alone, darkness filling their bodies?
Never to be seen again, forever lost to society.
People on the shore, they usually don’t understand.
They just stare into the dark sea.
Some of them throw rocks into the abyss, aiming for bubbles,
The bubbles of those gasping for air, yelling for a savior.
Echoing for assistance, their voices lost before ever meeting ears.
It’s hard to believe how many are truly alone in the dark sea.
Hard to believe how many people truly need help.
How many time
If Only She KnewIf only she knewIf Only She Knew2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I sit alone at night
Drinking by myself
Thinking about her
Wishing she was mine
If only she knew
That I'll never be alright
Going through this hell
Till my eyes begin to blur
And I only see her in my mind
If only she knew
That the hardest part of my day
Is when I think about her lips
Sliding through his skin
As he moves in for the kiss
Think about his hand
starting to caress her cheeks
They both gasp for air
though no one speaks
And her eyes can't seem to look away from his
If only she knew
That that's the hardest part
Knowing that she's his
Knowing that her gorgeous lips
are only his to kiss
And that her beautiful eyes
Are looking right through me
Knowing that I'm nothing to her
And that I'll never be
If only she knew
That she leaves me Paralized
When she looks me with her eyes
It feels so cold
Yet I feel so alive
If only she would realize
That without her my heart cries
It's hard to beat, though it still tries
If only she knew
The pain of getting lost within her
Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf? 2pAlfredxYou End"What ya starin' at?"Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf? 2pAlfredxYou End3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I divert my eyes from Alfie, instead staring at the red converses on his feet. The laces are undone, tread on and covered in dirt. I feel a hand lift my face, my eyes forced to meet his "What is it ya want, darlin? Somethings on your mind..."
"I don't want anything. I was er...just wondering, though, who was that on the phone last time?"
"Artie. Prissy little idiot with abandonment issues...He's not important though~"
"Oh. Was he the one who held you up?"
"I see ya figured it out. You're a smart one!" He smiles, genuinely for once. The fondness then disappears, and Alfie glowers at the wall. He looks like an indignant teenager. "Artie'll pay for what he did though...keeping me away from you." He growls, folding his arms.
"W-Why? Are you going t-to hurt him?"
"Nah, he likes getting hurt. He thinks it's fun...he giggles if ya punch him."
"Weird, ain't he?"
Alfie's eyes suddenly look me up and down, a satisfied smirk crossing his face. "What do ya want to do?
Better Than Maple Syrup~ (Vore Contest Entry)Canada stared at the maple syrup bottle in Russia's hand. The Russian had invited him over to visit, and Canada couldn't find a way to say no. In fact, Russia had been asking him over to visit a lot recently. This was probably the sixth or seventh time he was visiting Russia. Of course, America had tried to convince him not to see the "Commie bastard" and that Russia was going to "make him become one with him", but Canada believed that Russia deserved the benefit of the doubt. Even if he scared the living daylights out of Canada sometimes. Surprisingly, all the times he spent with Russia had been rather nice. Other than the occasional times Russia went into creepy mode, of course. They spent most of their time talking, and slowly Canada grew to start liking Russia's company.Better Than Maple Syrup~ (Vore Contest Entry)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Well Matvey, do you want it or not?" he asked again. America had also warned Canada not to accept anything from Russia, but it was impossible for him to say no to maple syrup, especially if it was free.
stains you left behindThe ring of tea from the bottom of your mugstains you left behind2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is all that I have left,
Memories of you have gone.
Stains are all that are left.
Permanent reminders to me that,
Every waking hour of my day,
I should have loved you,
Maybe then these stains would have washed away.
I killed something beautiful,
Stripped it naked and left it
In the cold to slowly freeze
Nightmares creep in the day light
And stab me in the back at night,
My screams echo in the moonlight,
All I can do is cry.
Your tea stain on the table,
I sit beside it and weep
With my new best buddy Smirnoff,
He helps me get to sleep.
I finally lost my job,
Now I’m living on the streets.
They said something about alcoholism,
I don’t know what they mean.
I’ve taken up the needle,
Helps me pass the time.
Got some new friends now
But every night I cry until I’m blind.
Just got out of prison,
People say I have no hope left.
I still scream at night, thinking about yo
Making Comics is awesome! What do you think?I recently read a Journal on FrontPage, "Tough Love: How to Make a Comic".Making Comics is awesome! What do you think?1 year ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Nothing against the writer, i really appreciate the willingness to share some true advice by the writer, but i felt compelled to write my thoughts about it, as i feel it is misrepresenting what making comics actually is like, at least if that's what you want.
It also made me curious to hear more opinions on what making comics feels like for you!
This is a great opportunity to talk about this matter, would love to hear your opinions as well, so i encourage you to comment!
Doesn't matter whether you are already making a comic or have doubts about beginning one, let's talk about this!
This is a topic i really care about, since supporting beginners is something i love to do (as you can see by my tutorials/videotutorials) - there's nothing better than sharing your passion with people who are struggling but want to do the same thing you love!
Since some found it useful/inspiring, I'm sharing with you my reply, hoping
The Hawkfrost dating show"HHHEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOO CLANS!" Echoed from the big-screen HDTV's surround sound.The Hawkfrost dating show2 years ago in Humor More Like This
"What?" Tallstar asked, putting a paw to his ear. "I can't hear him!"
"Cause you're going deaf, you old coot." Lionheart rolled his eyes.
"I heard that."
"Oh so you made a magical recovery? Wow, we must really be in StarClan after all!"
"Just shut up and turn the volume up, Lionheart." Whitestorm rolled his eyes. "Is that Brambleclaw?"
"Yes, it is. And he's wearing - a kittypet tie?" That was Oakheart, who was gaping at the screen. "A black kittypet tie?"
"He must be going for the Kitty Bond look." Redtail remarked, munching on his popcorn. Yes, they have popcorn in StarClan. Bet you didn't know that, did you?
They also have couches and TVs, too. Take that.
"Welcome to The Hawkfrost Dating Show, in which we will torture random cats randomly. I am your host, Brambleclaw - "
There was a deafening screech of "WE LOVE YOU BRAMBLEY!"
Brambleclaw just stared at the small group of she-cats gathered. "Do n
Stay-Jeff the Killer X Reader-CH.2Stay-Jeff the Killer X Reader-CH.22 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Jeff the Killer X Reader
A.N.:Chapter 2 guys! Enjoy! Remember: (y/n)= your name, (e/c)=eye color, (h/l)=hair length, (h/c)=hair color, (f/c)=favorite color, (y/h)=your hometown, and your 16!
You ran and ran, barely slowing down for your two best friends as your legs carried you to your house. They were aching as you rounded a corner and reached your street, your house about three down now. You run until you reach the doorstep then finally stop, breathing heavily out of exhaustion. Terra and Sam stood before you, trying to catch their breaths as well.
"Wh-what the hell, (y/n)?" Terra coughs out, glaring at you. You stand for a moment avoiding their gazes and stared at your feet. Your shoes were muddy from the run in the woods and you hoped your mom wouldn't notice. You get your breath back and face the other two.
"It's late." Was all you said. Sam and Terra, both fine now, look at you with confused stares then look at their phones. Sam gasps.
"It's already 12:15?!
Forgetful - A Brute's StoryForgetful.Forgetful - A Brute's Story3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Summary: I am the Brute. I wander the castle, and only have a single purpose. To serve my master, and kill the one that is after him.
High screeches from my body resound through the long corridors as I patrol the dark corridors. The darkness is everlasting, and the prisoners more quiet than ever before. For what purpose my Master sends me to murder a man, I don't know. I have wondered, and I have forgotten to care. A sudden roar rumbles through the castle, and I almost lose my footing, my blade waving through the air as I try to keep my balance.
A strange soft flesh forms beneath the soles of my feet, and I quickly pull my foot away from the offender. It has been like this the entire day, maybe even longer. Ever since our Master descended into the Inner sanctum, the castle has been shaking uncontrollably, red tissue spreading across the entire castle. I don't know what to think of it, and I don't particularly care.
A sound catches my ear, and I swivel around, blade at the re
Confessions of a Biracial HumanWhite people think I'm blackConfessions of a Biracial Human2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Black people think I'm white
Yet they always say
I hate being two races
But I love it too
I am sometimes ashamed
To be half white
When I read about White america
Or those white supremacist idiots
I feel my mind rip open with anger
and my heart beat so loudly with sadness and confusion
They say God punished the Israelites
For being with other races
every race is to remain separate
I can't walk into a store
Without someone asking
"You need any help?"
Yet they leave the white people alone
I can't even converse with people of my Father's skin
Because they too see me as an outsider
I'm too "white"
I scowl at those disney princesses
I roll my eyes at magazines
Same blue eyed
But no- if I complain then I'm
Being a overreactive person who thinks all whites
So then I keep quiet
and drown in my own discomfort
And let society bash my identity day by day
I am afraid to date white men
Afraid to date black
Tired.Most of the time, I am lying awake.Tired.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Though, I'd give
a n y t h i n g
just to sleep through
e v e r y t h i n g.
These things strap me down like anchors,
Or drag me out to sea.
Sometimes I show the world what leaves me
i n s p i r e d.
Paint on canvas,
Words in a notebook,
Or sometimes, just untouched works in my head.
Wading through the waters,
These burdens get the best of me.
Sometimes I think about the
p a s t ,
Though I'm always looking for the
f u t u r e .
You'll never know what I've been through.
The waters are rising,
I'm getting over my head.
Sometimes I like to grip onto my
m e m o r i e s .
Sometimes they're everything I'd rather
l o s e .
Sometimes I waste my days
t h i n k i n g ,
Even though I know I never deserved the shit she put me through.
Take in a breath,
There's not much time left.
Sometimes I think I'm not
g o o d e n o u g h .
Most of the time, I'm convinced.
Sometimes the words gnaw at my bones,
"You're not good
Pain in the Axel Ch. 2Pain in the Axel Ch. 28 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Gentle notes filled the air with a wordless lullaby, it was a beautiful yet sad tune plucked from the strings of an oversized guitar or maybe it was a sitar. Whatever the strange instrument, its master truly knew how to work the magic of song across its stings.
The notes slowed, and then there was a strange 'twang' noise as it stopped all together. The figure that sat on the stool in the middle of the room remained still, hunched over the instrument. A slight sigh escaped his lips as he leaned over and picked up a pen, scratching notes across a paper on the little table next to him. He surveyed his marks, tilting his head slightly. Soon a smile crossed his face before he began to hum the tune he had just played, he leaned back running his hand through his blond hair trailing back to the long tail that had fallen over his shoulder. He then strummed the instrument in tune with his gentle, quiet humming.
AWAFD IX: ConsciousAWAFD IX: Conscious3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Sir...The transmission is complete."
"Corporal? Sir, enemies are nearby, we should vacate this area."
The words seemed to blur in his mind as Giroro began to stir. Normally he was very much an easy waker, being a soldier in mind a heart, but the lack of nutrients was beginning to take it's toll on the maroon Keronian.
He sat up slowly, rubbing the back of his head, mouth opening in a large yawn. Giving himself a few minutes to allow his vision to clear and to force his aching stomach into submission.
"Yes--yes I know, I'm awake." He stood up, giving his back a little pop back into a comfortable place. "We'll just have to hope the S.O.S. will be received on Keron soon--"
"Yes sir, with the transmission speed booster that the Sargent Major implemented in my system, it should reach Keron in approximately 3 days."
He raised a brow up at the robotically-active pekoponian, it was moments like this that had made it easier and easier to no longer view the re-animate
Amnesia: Clarice, chapter 2Amnesia: Clarice, chapter 24 years ago in Horror More Like This
It is getting pretty windy these days, in the stair well of my dorm, the wind
echoes in a creepy way.
Did Clarice mean nothing to her? Good staff was hard to find, and Clarice
was all she had. Maybe, she was not so perfect, after all.
The doctor found her kneeling sometime later, still in front of the door.
What was left of her white apron was now sullied by the dried blood she had
fallen on. Her eyes were closed and her hands were clasped in prayer. Her lower
legs were numb, but she did not want to stand, even if she knew she would
eventually she would. The doctor was frail of body, he could not go on without
encouragement. Alois was blind, he could not lead himself.
"Are you alright?"
"Yes." Clarice answered. "I believe so." She opened her eyes and refused the
hand he offered to help her stand. With a little grunt of effort she got to her
feet and squared off against the ominous door. She took a deep breath and
stepped forward, layin
Something You Couldn't StopSometimes when it's very dark, sometimes when the air becomes infected with deadly silence, sometimes when all I can feel is coldness and pain and sometimes when life seems to solidify into uncaring concrete, I hear your voice. Just yours, whispering into my ear.Something You Couldn't Stop4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And you only ever say two words.
This murmur in my ear allows some light to filter in through the darkness, it shatters the silence, melts the ice, soothes away bitter pain and brings softness back into my world. Only these words are never true, they sound in my head but never in my ears. Because you aren't here anymore to speak to me. I lost you a long time ago.
Once I was crossing the road and a car came towards me. I stopped and stared at the machine, I stopped and allowed the tinny scent of pollution to fill my nostrils. It wasn't that I wanted to die, it was just I lacked the motivation to live. However in the next momen
Fading Colors - Chapter 1(V2.1)Fading Colors - Chapter 1(V2.1)4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter 1: |
|Shipping| |Sad| |Dark|
*Note* This update(v2.1) is the final re-writing of this fic which I should have learned to let go of but somehow can't(it being my first fanfiction and all). However, please enjoy this latest retelling of Fading Colors, I hope that my skills as a writer now truly display what I have wanted to first share with you guys years ago.
*Note* The concept of this fanfic is based upon real life events that I went through in school. The story is fiction, but the emotion is real. Please enjoy.
The fading sun burned against the distant horizon like a massive forest fire. The sky was flushed with color, colors of pink, purple, orange, blue, perfectly mixed together and spread as far as the eye could see. Sat atop of a small, grassy hill close by Sweet Apple Acres, two friends observed the dwindling sun together. Their shadows projected over the ground below them like stretched out, featureless, duplicates. The wind pick
I'm dating a demon :2P america X shy reader (ch 3)"you... are... what?!" you stammered.I'm dating a demon :2P america X shy reader (ch 3)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"just kidding, babe! we're at your place, look," you looked out the window again to see you were indeed standing before your friends apartment complex.
"oh... right," you said, blushing furiously. you quickly got out of the car and shut the door.
you heard another door shut and you could fell Allen's hand on your hip once more a few seconds later. you were about to say you were not going to let him in when your heel got stuck in a crack in the pavement. Allen caught you before you could hit the ground and picked you up bridal style, once again making you blush in shades you didn't know were possible.
"A-AL! I can walk by myself,"
"I don't get how you got this far in the first place, babe. how do girls walk on those things anyway?" Al asked.
Your sister would probably have said something cute or funny, (BFF/N) would have made the remark of the century but you just mumbled a “dunno,” and tried to hide your cherry red face.
Allen laughed a
anecdotal (red terraces)1.anecdotal (red terraces)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as i sat picking fruits from chocolate cherry trees,
grey mice circling my toes, i wondered
if there could be a way to find the unfound.
when the moon looked like the sun last night, casting white
over fields of dust, my eyes felt like chrysanthemums
and my fingers were rolled-up rose petals, grasping.
if this fawn could speak silver-tongued to me from beneath
the black feet of my crashed car,
it would teach me something about looking towards the light,
or at least how to see the unseen.