Oh, come on.It broke.Oh, come on.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Stuff like this breaks, you never get it back together. There'll always be cracks. Large ones, at that. I mean, you can try. You can search and scramble, but I tell you: all those small pieces will be forever left missing. And you know how the saying goes: It's the small things in life.
Yeah. It kinda broke. It will never be the same. I know that. You know that. Sounds to me like we're in agreement. So why do you keep screaming at me, for God's sake? Can't we just skip to the make-up sex?
What do you want me to say, then? Tell me. You say it, I'll repeat it. It's simple. You tell me what you need to hear from me so you'll feel better, and I'll tell you. Come on. We haven't got all day.
Apologize? You gotta be kiddi--
I am so truly and utterly sorry, my dear lovely darling. I really, really feal sorry from the bottom of my heart.
Of course it's not an honest apology! Why would I apologize? There's nothing to apologize for. You're not making a mountain out of a dust
Lament of a Dying SamuraiI will always remember the first day we met. You, the young daughter of a Master Samurai, and me, an apprentice to your father. You were shy that first meeting, I remember that. From me, you hid your face in a fan decorated in cherry blossoms and wouldn’t meet my eye when I feasted on your beauty. That day, you were wearing a purple kimono embroidered with white flowers and light green leaves.Lament of a Dying Samurai2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I didn’t see you again for many moons and the next time we spoke, the snow had already begun to fall. I can remember you standing next to me, shivering in that light kimono of yours and your full red lips turning a shade of blue. The snow drift had cut off our training hut from the rest of the village and your father had left to see if any road was still useable. We huddled together on the mats, our hands on each other’s for warmth. You told me your name that day. It was Misaki. Beautiful blossom. I never forgot it.
After what seemed like an eternity or a mere second, your fathe
Sherlock Chatroom 13 (SherlockXReader)Sherlock Chatroom 13 (SherlockXReader)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Y/n) has started a chatroom.
John has logged on.
Sebastian has logged on.
‘(Y/n) where are you? – John’
‘With Tiger – YN’
‘At my flat – Sebastian’
‘Why? – YN’’
‘Sherlock is in my house sulking – John’
‘So? – YN’
‘He’s your boyfriend come get him! – John’
‘She can’t – Sebastian’
‘Why? – John’
‘We’re prank calling Jim – YN’
‘………………………. – John’
Jim has logged on.
Sherlock has logged on.
‘Hey Sherly – YN’
‘Bored – Sherlock’
‘Good to know now does anyone know how to trace calls? – Jim’
‘Nope – Sebastian’
‘Why do you need to trace calls? – YN’
‘Some assholes keep prank calling me! – Jim’
Distrusting Any Unsound Theory Out of your mouth,Distrusting Any Unsound Theory3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Flowing from your lips,
Are tastefully displayed
Chosen with care,
From which truth is rare.
Hearers are prone to believe.
I refuse to accept it.
No, I am not worthless.
Not naive, nor am I untalented.
Graceful I am surely not,
But at least my heart isn't made of rocks.
Nor are my friends
Useless and pathetic,
Unwanted or dull.
But amazing and full.
As for my family:
They are mine.
A part of me.
Half Demon Meet Witch Part 6Bay kept petting the bird then she spun and pointed at Dante. "Attack my pet!" she commanded. The bird cawed and reached its head forward fast snatching Dante in its beak. It pulled back and flipped Dante in the air its beak opened wide to catch him. Dante flipped in the air and aimed a gun into the birds mouth.Half Demon Meet Witch Part 65 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Sorry birdy, but this worm isn't going that easily" he fired his gun hitting the back of the birds throat. It screeched closing its mouth in pain. Bay looked up at her bird as it coughed and screeched in pain. Dante kicked off the bird and landed down on the ground with a thud. He stood up and flipped Ivory around his finger then held it up and smirked.
"Demon bullets. A perfect friend to have" he fired the gun again at the bird causing it to screech and retreat into the portal.
Bay watched as her bird disappeared and her hair reappear as her suit. She grinned "You are a very unique fighter." her voice became silky smooth as she walked up to Dante. He watched her as she approa
SpectreHe stared out of the window.Spectre4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The rain had become thin, fading into a cross of fog and rain, leaving leafless trees sunk into it like dark spectres. The view said "hushh", in light grey and dark brown tones. He felt cold. The chill of the glass pane was drifting across to his arm, seeping through the cloth of his sleeve. He wondered if the thing was still there. It never gave a trace of its presence, so he supposed it was.
He watched his breath make a small bloom of fog on the glass. Appearing, then sucked back again into the chill air around the window. He stared at the phantom trees on the road. Forked branches in dark lightning shapes, granted somehow the illusion of breathing organisms by the patterns in the veil.
Something else coming alive.
He shuddered, and turned away, brushing his hands over his arms.
The room was dark. He hadn't turned the lights on since he started watching the rain, and the sun had since fallen low under its blanket of grey.
NaruSaku - Suicide part 2NaruSaku Suicide part 2: The healing of mind and body.NaruSaku - Suicide part 26 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Naruto was sitting on the hospital roof engulfed in a crude hospital blanket, listening to the sounds of Konoha after dark. The village was quiet this time of night, the thin layer of snow seemed to block out every sound, only the silent footsteps of ninjas returning from missions could be heard every now and then.
Sakura had left a few hours ago, pretty much chased out by the fifth Hokage, she had insisted that Naruto needed rest. Both Naruto and Sakura had been sad that they had to part ways just a few hours after they had confessed their love for each other, but on the other hand Naruto knew that he needed to be alone so that he could figure out how to deal with the conflicting feelings inside him.
It was strange, he felt happy, confused, relieved and terrified all at the same time. He was exhilarated by the fact that Sakura was finally shining the same feelings of love onto him, that he had shun onto her for so long. And
IMM3RSIONIMM3RSION2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Immersion: defined as the state of consciousness where a participant's awareness of physical self is transformed by being surrounded in an engrossing environment; often artificial, creating a perception of presence in a non-physical world. The term is widely used for describing partial or complete suspension of disbelief enabling action or reaction to stimulations encountered in a virtual or artistic environment. The degree to which the virtual or artistic environment faithfully reproduces reality determines the degree of suspension of disbelief. The greater the suspension of disbelief, the greater the degree of presence achieved.
Total immersion occurs when a player is no longer able to tell the difference between what is real and what is virtual.
The morning light broke into the empty penthouse apartment like a sword piercing a long forgotten enemy. Effortlessly slicing through the particulates of the stale bedroom air, each shaft of luci
Back at oneWhile darkness sketches your eyesBack at one3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Time whispers your name in my breath,
I recall your hand through my hair
Your smile through my heart
You are heaven's mile
With its stolen smile,
The rush of august kisses lay on your lips
The warmth of innocence your eyes keep,
You are life's gift,
And nature's rift
5 Ways To Defeat An Artblock This essay here is based on an article from Psychology Today magazine, where the main story is "Confessions of a Sociopath." I couldn’t find this online, and I want you guys out there on deviantART to read this, ‘cause art blocks are the bane of artists. Anyway…5 Ways To Defeat An Artblock2 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
1) You know that saying “think outside the box”? Well its horseshit. Whoever told you that should be struck in the face repeatedly. You don’t want to think outside the box, you want to take a different approach within the box. It’s like if you’re stranded without a ride home and you think “Maybe I’ll just grow wings and fly home.” There was a test in which participants were prompted to create animals that would not be of this world. The result was that they ended up creating creatures that were awfully similar to earth creatures. It was probably stupid shit like green skinned tigers with red eyes. The reason was that they were told to
Remembering NobleIt wasn't an impending air raid, but it sure sounded like one. The girl moaned and rolled over in her bed, her eyes fluttering open unwillingly. She tried to reach for her alarm clock, but got tangled in her sheets and, in the ensuing struggle to get free, fell out of bed, taking her covers with her. She landed in a heap on the floor and made an "oof" sound, then extricated herself awkwardly and staggered to her feet, finally able to turn the hated device off.Remembering Noble4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was 6:00 in the morning, still a bit dark outside. The girl drew in a hasty breath as the chilly morning air nipped at her bare toes. She immediately attacked her chest of drawers, pulling out a black and yellow jogging suit and a black tank top, which she put on hastily. She glanced in the mirror and went over to her cabinet, where she took out a jar of hair gel and slicked back her short, wavy auburn hair. This done, she went back to the bureau and put on some socks, then running shoes. Then she exited her room, l
EnglandXreaderYou met him at the art museum on that beautiful Saturday afternoon. You always tried to look nice despite the fact that you lacked your own signature style. You had you ____ hair in a fish tail braid with ribbons in it that matched your vintage lace mini dress. Your stomach grumbled for some food...scones in particular. You approached the cafe eyeing last butterscotch scone. You tried to make a grab it but someone's hand was in the way.EnglandXreader3 years ago in Drama More Like This
He had messy blond hair with green eyes and furry brows.
You blushed madly and apologized. "Oh...so sorry. I didn't mean to grab your hand. Now, if you kindly let go of my scone..."
" Your scone?" he scoffed, "Excuse me, Miss, but I believe that it's mine for the taking."
Just as he said that you grabbed the scone from his hand.
"I saw it first..." you set your book bag down on the counter while you searched your wallet for your credit card.
The blond man saw this as an opportunity to make a deal. He tried to grab your bag but in the p
ConnectedThe feeling,Connected3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
These feelings connect,
These feelings are together,
These thoughts have gone inside,
These thoughts have touched our mind,
These things grasp our hearts,
These things grip the heart.
These things are connected,
On a white thread,
On a white vine,
On a white chain,
On to our hearts.
Dreams can connect to you memories,
Dreams can connect to your life,
Dreams can thrive inside you,
Dreams can become reality,
Dreams can connect to another person.
But the feelings you must know,
Before it comes back to your head.
mirror mirrorThere is emptiness in the mirror,mirror mirror3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A quite voice singing silence
There is sorrow
For a flesh cries,
A flesh smiling in pain
So much for disguise;
It is loneliness fed with sadness.
NaruSaku - Suicide part 5It took a couple of minutes before someone answered the door at the Hyuga estate, and as luck would have it, it was Neji himself who came to the door.NaruSaku - Suicide part 56 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Naruto? He asked puzzled What bring you here?
What brings me here? Naruto asked back, rather offended Is that really the way to greet an old friend?
Naruto we have thought each other once, and outside that we have had little to no contact, I havent seen
you in months, that hardly qualifies as friendship.
The man got a point you know. Gin said before Naruto could reply. Sorry to interrupt, the name is Hakushaku Gin, Naruto is showing me around. Neji carefully shook Gins hand with a strange look in his eyes.
Hakushaku Gin? Sounds foreign, you are not from. Neji said still shaking Gins hand.
Heh, I doubt it. said Naruto who was kind of getting freaked out by the long and still ongoing handshake.
Gin just came to
NaruSaku - Suicide part 3Emissary of the TideNaruSaku - Suicide part 36 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Naruto was finally free, free from the goddamn hospital and all the clean white beds.
The fifth hokage had insisted that he stayed a whole week at the hospital, for psychological reasons she claimed, Naruto didnt really think he needed it but it was hard to argue against facts like: You tried to kill yourself. So while his body had healed up fine in a matter of a few days, his mind was forced to go through countless of therapy sessions over the last week. He hadnt even been allowed visits and Sakura had been sent away on some sort of a mission, the objective hadnt really been clear but she seemed awfully happy with going away, something Naruto had found a little disappointing..
Naruto stood in the clean white snow that still had fallen during his last night at the hospital, he sighed as he formed a snowball of the cold white material. He would never in his life admit it, but the therapy had actually helped him quite a
Blood From a Far Off PlaceQuiver full of bullet tipped arrows.Blood From a Far Off Place1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The bow of aluminum my dad made in high school.
I step into the sunlight on the south side of the house.
I don't know why I pull the bowstring
back to my eye, aim upward, and loose.
Straight above my head.
And the voice said,
"You are a most common creature,
though of a peculiar people."
The Sun glints off the arrow's shaft.
I shade my eyes and wonder how long
before the arrow hits me. How long before
I step aside. How long to decipher a riddle
from a lipless voice.
Now I'm 16.
These days, I fire two arrows above my head.
Bring back that voice.
One arrow. Two seconds later, another.
But the voice is silent.
Those stone breasted marble men
who plunge deep the trident and
lightning bolts heave, those armless maidens
with hoary teeth and frog's feet,
the top-heavy eagle with a monkey's face,
the knowers of vast things,
the grayness of the vicious mountain crossing,
the jury-blanketed understanding of
the staff o
TFP: Mercy Ch. 8TFP: Mercy Ch. 82 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ch. 8: Noise
Colored shapes danced before her half-shuttered optics, their edges blurred by the constant dull throb in the rear side of her helm. Her processor swam with half-coherent thoughts of consciousness and her glossa felt thick and out of place in her mouth as it moved sluggishly against her dental plates, trying to find purchase to call out to whatever was making all that noise in the distance. Her vocal processors didn't seem to want to respond to her commands though. A sharp spike of pain invaded her consciousness and she slipped back into stasis.
"Arcee! Arcee, wake up!" Jack shouted, writhing in his half-cocooned state.
Breakdown sidled into his range of vision. "Squirm around all you want. There's no way a human like you could break out of that stuff." The mech poked Jack in the side with large digit causing him to swing wildly side to side from the point where he was suspended by his wrists.
Jack merely continued hi
Her [Poem]Her hair,Her [Poem]1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Black like her fathers heart,
When he drinks,
When he screams,
Screams at her,
For being "so cold".
Hazel like the mixed feelings in her soul,
Green like the ground,
Brown like the soil,
Specs of gold.
Broken like the men who go through war,
They shot that gun,
They said goodbye.
Rotten like the bullies,
That beat her after school,
Tears in her soul.
Full of scars,
Full of the hate,
That people marked her with,
With ever word,
Every time they tried to fix,
That which was not broken,
Like a wall,
Like her mind,
Like her soul.
She's only Human.
She's only so bold.
Fallen HeroThe Halo Chronicles Part I:Fallen Hero7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Story By: Nathan Lawton
The Master Chief, also known to some as John, quickly glance at the radar in his HUD; analyzing it for any more enemy movement. The shooting and grenade explosions that had filled the dark marsh that surrounded him had slowly come to a stop some time ago; leaving this dank, wet place in a pouring rain that would otherwise be a silent unnerving calm. All of the Marines in the squad he met up with, Gamma 3, were dead. John didnt bother to even try to remember their names. He had seen so much death that no one person mattered anymore, not even himself. All that mattered now was Earth and rescuing it from the Flood.
Rain continued to pelt his helmet and armor as he examined his surroundings, making metallic ticking sounds that blended in with the rest of the sounds of the marsh. Everything was dark, wet, and dirty. The muddy water went past his ankles and almost halfway up his calf. Without his air filters that brought h
The HuntSpoilers for the Prime Season Two finale.The Hunt2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Transformers Prime belongs to Hasbro.
The giant robot moved stealthily through the trees. It stuck to the shadows, but every once in a while, sunlight would escape the leaf canopy and reflect off blue and grey metal. Weapons were undrawn, but the body was tense, as if expecting a struggle.
There. The target was spotted. Fifteen meters to the north, huddled at the base of a spruce. The robot approached as quietly as she could, but as soon as metal feet hit the Earth, the bag of flesh darted off.
Abandoning all semblance of stealth, the robot lunged for it, trying to catch the prey before it made off. Unfortunately, the prey was too quick, too small, and when the robot lifted her hands to gaze triumphant, the prey was not there.
Arcee rose to her feet, brushing the mud from her joints. She looked around worriedly, not sure what to do next. Arcee was an expert tracker, using her smaller siz