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
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
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
NaruSaku - SuicideI guess this is what needs to be done. Naruto thought to himself.NaruSaku - Suicide6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The woods were silent this time of year, they always were. A single bird forgot its place in the winter wonderland and allowed its voice to be heard against the cold winter sky. They had been here once before, the three of them together in a joyful moment, they had been laughing together back then, but the only sound that could be heard now was the sound of a single bird, singing its song in a cold snowy forest. The Wind rushed through the leaves, suggesting that it had places to be, friends waiting beyond the forest, and that this was just a detour through a silent part of the forest.
Naruto shivered as the cold wind rushed past him, his jacket no longer offered protection against the cold; it was torn to pieces, ripped open by swords and fangs, and splattered with the blood that had spilled from the wounds. But even though his clothes were torn, there was no longer a single scratch on his body, as usual his
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
NaruSaku - Suicide part 4Ramen greases the tongueNaruSaku - Suicide part 46 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ichirakus ramen bar was filled with people on this cold day, all of them trying to get their hands on some of Ichirakus steaming hot ramen to keep them warm in the cold.
So, why are you here in Konoha? Naruto was slurping down some of Ichirakus ramen as he spoke Not that I mind or anything, but the journey from the Hidden village of the tide to Konoha is a pretty long one isnt it?
Well... Gin said, putting down his third bowl of ramen and leaning back, finally full. As you know the Tide village is pretty new, its only been a few months since we started taking on assignments and while we can attract enough customers to keep things running from a ninja standpoint, we cant do it from a political standpoint. Gin continued as Naruto didnt seem to understand the problem, at least that was what Gin was getting from the ramen muffled sounds that Naruto was making. You
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
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
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
Under a Witches SkyAnd lo there he said: "I am darkness rising"Under a Witches Sky2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
— ‘an apparition bleeding into a dreaming sky
Distilled in the timbre of windswept voices,
black feathers enchant earth in fevered-song
Magick ebbs & shimmers thru earthen veins,
seething like a migration of hungry wolves
Silvery eyes peer, drinking the ether of souls;
watching the spirit world fold into the mists
And where Shadows and Witches conjure,
— myriad talons beshrew Winter’s prayer
For eons I hath wandered in forgotten lore
— a sleep walker thru ash & fire, hunting ..
Beneath Moon solemn and drifting,
I covet thy ghostly figure velvet, undressing
Pools of amaranthine spill from mine eyes
Her ebon hair dripping in the evening tide
I rest my lips upon visage of thy fabled kiss
Thou art my darkest Witch — the wilderness
of a thousand spectre’s lusting ...
And unto this primeval calling, we shall seed
Poised in hallowed nightscapes caressing,
I brood and ponder ....
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
Sherlock Chatroom 13 (SherlockXReader)Sherlock Chatroom 13 (SherlockXReader)10 months 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’
God called in sick todayGod called in sick today,God called in sick today2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the sky is dancing.
People walked hand in hand
singing in tune with the damned.
Running without stories
‘this is what tragedy feels like’
dead is the new alive
but misery loves company.
Racing with the devil
one doesn't dare stop against
the lord of the damned
he laughs against the concrete.
Can one play with madness
as they dance on clouds of mind?
Heavens a lie when butterflies are flying in hurricanes
And God takes a day off.
Wasted time throwing rocks at stars
souls refuse their eternal rest
they drink a cup of galaxy for breakfast
hymn of the shameless.
Obsession is an ugly word.
When dead becomes the new alive
the devil walks the earth
and God takes a day off work.
It's Getting DarkThe Halo ChroniclesIt's Getting Dark6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Its Getting Dark
Story By: Nathan Lawton
John was drifting between severe pain and the bliss of unconsciousness. For the first time in a long time, he felt rain on his face. It was dripping through the hole in his visor and running across his scars, keeping him from falling into a sleep he may not have awoken from. He could feel shards of glass sticking into his skin and the warm blood running down his cheeks and neck along with the rainwater.
Wake up. the voice was small and sounded as if it was coming from a great distance away. Please, wake up! John was in a daze. He tried to open his eyes, but was unable to get anything into focus. Everything was just a big dark blur. He was forced to clamp his eyes shut before he got too dizzy and toppled over. What The hell Happened? John thought to himself. His head was throbbing so hard he thought it might explode. I cant remember anything since
I Like Being WeirdWhether I’m laughing in awkward situationsI Like Being Weird3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Or crying when everybody else smiles
I go from wanting to stay in bed forever
To wanting to run directionless for miles
Normality just feels like silent floorboards
And is something I most definitely fear
See I need to creak every once in a while
You won’t understand but I like being weird
Talking when everybody else is silent
Being deathly quiet in a maelstrom of noise
As I decide if I’ll be your friend today
But I promise that you are not just a toy
Normality just feels like empty nightscapes
And is something I most definitely fear
I need the stars to spell out my last name
Don’t try to understand me, I’m just being weird
Regressing to when I was a child again
Trying to forget how I learnt to be scared
Thinking how much I miss the simplicity
And how for this nonsense I was not prepared
But normality just feels like a life sentence
And is something I most definitely fear
At the end of this sentence comes a full s
Drive"You ready to go?"Drive3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's with sodden hands and soaked-through boots that he climbs into the back of the faded old pickup. Red paint's peeling off everywhere, but he barely cares. Bullet holes and scattershot clusters show every few feet, but he still loves his ride. Despite the shattered world and slightly shattered rear-view mirror, it still takes him places.
He's got a gruff voice; his baritone erupts from his throat like gunfire or gravel across a chipped highway. Torn rubber boots slosh in the highway's broken shoulder. A burning wind catches his hair, runs through his stubble and down his open shirt. Runoff from the road splashes his faded jeans.
His coat whips in the wind, green and patched more times than he can count on his fingers. At least he has all of them; staying intact is an odd bonus in his line of work. The tools of his trade click and shift in their holsters just above 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