AbsentAbsent mind? Yes.Absent1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Absent heart? No.
Kiss Your Scars GoodbyeAs liquid regret drips down your face,Kiss Your Scars Goodbye1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I ask you to kiss your scars goodnight,
Because one day, I promise they will fade into yesterday,
And be erased for the next tomorrow.
Your most frightening nightmares could transform
Into your most glorious daydream.
Remember to say goodbye to your tears,
Because once they leave,
It will be quite a while before they do return.
Darling, lift your sleeves,
And show the world that what was once hidden
Behind fear and lost emotions,
Is now exposed and ready to flee from your
I ask you to kiss your scars goodnight,
Because one day…
I promise, they will fade into yesterday…
And be erased into eternal tomorrows.
This is Not a Story about SuicideI am not here. These are not hospital walls. This is not a nurse who is speaking to me. That is not John unconscious, lying in a bed that faces due North, and that is not his mother trying to explain why his bed should always face North because he hates sleeping facing South.This is Not a Story about Suicide1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This is not happening.
I am not taking a deep breath. I am not walking down the sickly white corridors with their bleach scent. I am not buying this cup of coffee from a cafeteria lady who is working at an hour that is reserved only for intensive care patients. This is not the way back to what is not John’s room.
That is not his heart rate dropping, and I am not running out of the room, screaming for help. We are not being pushed out, that door does not have a red light that claims intensive care, it has not been all night.
That is not John’s doctor explaining how they were not able to pump his stomach completely and it is not John who flat lined. That is not an empty hospital bed. That is not his moth
Creepypasta the Fighters: Jeff the KillerCreepypasta the Fighters: Jeff the Killer6 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Bio: Originally a normal teenager, Jeff’s life turned upside down when a group of bullies attacked him and his brother Liu. Jeff beat up the bullies, but Liu was framed and sent to Juvy, which emotionally scarred him. After this event, Jeff's mother made him go to the birthday party of their neighbor's son, where he confronted the bullies again. In a fit of rage, Jeff killed the bullies, but one of them was able to set him on fire after covering him with Bleach and Alcohol. Jeff ended with bleached white skin, burnt black hair, red lips and a twisted mental capacity. Jeff then finally snapped and killed his family, even Liu. Jeff is still out there, looking for victims and before he kills them, he tells them to “Go to Sleep.”.
Powers/Weapons: Jeff's weapons of choice are a pair of large kitchen knives, though he usually only uses one so he can use his free hand to cover his victim's mouths and stop them from screaming. It seems Jeff has an abnormally high level
Price of Love- Slave!GreecexRoman!Reader part 11Price of Love- Slave!GreecexRoman!Reader part 111 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was raining in Rome. Or at least you assumed it was. You could hear the pounding of the drops as they hit the streets. Water dripped through the cracks which now seemed almost bigger than they used to be. When the rain had started you were sure you had been pretty delusional. Three days and your brain had already started to shut down. But once the first drop of water hit your cheek you felt revived, and searched for a puddle to suck up. Usually you'd never consider drinking water out of a puddle, but a person dying from thirst really isn't picky.
You felt almost completely revived after you drank several puddles of water. The problem now was that you were feeling your hunger. Really feeling it. Before you had been too out of it and thirsty to truly notice how hungry and tired you felt.
Back when you were small you remembered some of the physicians telling your father you would be prone to sickness. Apparently they weren't wrong. You were pretty sure you had developed a fever. Not a
Creepypasta the Fighters: Slender ManCreepypasta the Fighters: Slender Man6 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Bio: Coming from a generation of several monsters similar to him, the Slender Man is believed to be a child murder and a ferocious monster. In actuality, the current Slender Man actually wants to wipe clean his ancestors’ name and be accepted. Instead of killing children, he actually kills the parents who abuse their children and take their children so that they can be raised on a better life. Despite this, the Slender Man can still be a dangerous being and caution should be made when approaching him.
Powers/Weapons: The Slender Man has tentacles on his back which are the main weapons he uses to kill his victims. These also serve as additional appendages. Other abilities he possesses are Teleportation (Slenderwalking), Media distortion, Time-travel, limited mind control, and control over a disease called the “Slender sickness”.
*Tentacle thrust: Slender Man thrusts four of his tentacles at the opponent.
*Terror from Beyond: Slender Man stomps on the ground, s
a meaningful poem about nothing.this is a poem about how fixing peoplea meaningful poem about nothing.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
is not romantic.
we’re not meant to be somebody’s answer,
we’re not meant to make someone feel alive again.
this is a poem about why you shouldn’t kiss him
because he’s broken
because you want to save him.
save yourself first.
kiss him because he holds a place in your heart, not
because he's the only thing making it pump.
kiss him because he’s in your life, not because
he is your life.
hold him, but don’t hold onto him because you believe
(get to dry land first.)
this is a poem about how i find poetry in everything.
breakups. my dad telling me i mattered.
nightmares. my neighbor’s insomnia.
how it drove him crazy.
how he swallowed a bottle of sleeping pills to fix it.
my neighbor’s funeral.
this is a poem about the split-apart theory.
the idea was that when humanity became arrogant
toward the gods, we were split in two
and were doomed to spend our live
EnglandxReader: I'd fight for youEnglandxReader: I'd fight for you1 year ago in Romance More Like This
betrayal between sisters all for a single man whom was supposedly to marry one of them- the older twin. A family war breaks out as lives are taken, this man carries his own desires, and perhaps he had opened up slowly to one of the twins . If you can sit down in patience and read through this story, you’ll find its true end.
Circles, a common shape that was in the ballroom. All you could see were women twirling around in giant ball gowns much like your own. Eye masks were worn on their faces keeping everyone anonymous, though if ones eye was keen enough, you could see right through the masks hiding their sins. Your eyes glared coldly at everyone in this room; surely you were happy for your twin sister but was this giant ball really needed?
You loved your sister, you really did sincerely, however, the man she was marrying, you did not like at all. Not one bit. You hated and loathed him from head to toe seeing as the man clearly has no heart. He cared
On the other sideIn my reflection, new worlds beckoned.On the other side1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Mermaid SashimiDeep under the weight of an ocean of caught fish and crabs she lay twisted in a suffocated stupor. Her gills competed pointlessly against her net-mates for the precious air dissolved in the water, and the reserves in her lungs had been long since depleted. Her mind danced a downbeat funeral march between dull, delusion-like memory in the dark, and the claustrophobic slime of a thousand dying fish flavored by a vague notion of survival.Mermaid Sashimi3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She knew that death was swimming closer and closer but she could no longer tell why or where from.
Then Death and her putrefying touch faded back out to the edges of her mind. She stretched as though she hadn't swum straight in days and launched herself through the narrow waters of the coastal planes. There the sand stretched endlessly in all directions coming to a fade-line so thin and sharp it could have been the horizon. No land rise, no dark water.
She didn't touch the sand, she didn't touch the air. She was simply tunneling through the water a
Cera: the beginning pt. 1Chapter OneCera: the beginning pt. 13 years ago in Settings More Like This
A little boy and his mother were sitting on a bench in a park on the day an object fell from the sky.
"Mommy, did you see that black dot in the sky?" He asked, tugging at his mother's shirt. She looked up questioningly from the novel she was reading to look at her son, then to the cloudy sky above.
"Hmm. I don't see anything, honey." The older woman looked back down to her son. "That's because it went really fast! Then it disappeared in the forest over there!" He energetically pointed to a forest area a couple miles from their location. "Can we go see what it was?"
"Oh, I'm sorry dear. It's too far away. It was probably just a bird, poor thing." The mother then looked back to her novel. "Aw mom " the child pouted.
Plants ruffled violently and animals were pushed back by the force of the object's impact onto the earth. A large cylinder-like metal capsule rolled from its landing place down a small, steep grassy hill. It bou
The Unseelie court 2The Unseelie courtThe Unseelie court 24 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The dwelling place of the fey
Knights and jesters
Wanderers and thieves
Mages and murderers
All united under the banner of their queen
Beguiling and terrifying both.
Ice and fire both, here its description goes
As told by sages of old
It is as beautiful as a feather in descent slow, as beautiful as entrails on the marble raw.
As beautiful as icicles, Faerie wings impaled
As beautiful as diamond, mortal blood they trail
As beautiful as poppies, broken hearts they bloom
As beautiful as looms, human hair they weave
As beautiful as lark, sorrow is her song
Beauty and Beast
Sorrow and Euphoria
Pleasure and pain
This court of Fey is all things said
So beware mortals who dare tread
In the world of the moonlit veil's stead
Eat no food
And touch no wine
For if touched, a spell they weave
To bind the soul and break iron will
Till you are a puppet on strings
To jerk and twitch as they please.
Like a rag doll in the rain
A stain unwashable
For nothing wil
Creepypasta the Fighters: Eyeless JackCreepypasta the Fighters: Eyeless Jack6 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Bio: Eyeless Jack was originally a normal straight A student until he met a girl named Jenny who was part of a cult of a demon called Chernabog. Jack was involuntary made a sacrifice to be a son of Chernabog and during that process, he had his eyes ripped out, causing them to bleed black liquid. Possessed and in a fit of rage, Jack killed the cult members and ate their kidneys, developing a taste for human organs. Thus began the terror of Eyeless Jack.
Powers/Weapons: Jack uses a scalpel to cut his victims open then pulls out their organs with his Claws. Reports also claim that Jack excretes black liquid from his eyes.
*Black Poof: Eyeless Jack poofs out of the picture in Black Smoke and will reappear either behind his opponent or in front of his opponent.
*Tentacle Spear: He emits a tentacle from his palm and drags his opponent towards himself.
*Throw: Jack jabs a scalpel in the opponent's stomach before he claws them.
*Reverse Throw: Jack stabs the opponent in the neck
In Dreams, I flyIf I believe I can fly, then let meIn Dreams, I fly1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What does it matter to you if I fall?
If my heart lies in the sky, forget me.
For then I wont remember you at all.
Your love is today, but what for morrow
Your promise is now, but what for tonight?
These lies you speak do fill me with sorrow
But up in the stars, my hopes lie so bright.
In sleeping away the cold December
My slumber lies all my worries to rest.
Inside of me, my heart cant remember
The last time the sun came up from the west
If I believe I can be what Im not
Forget me for life, and the love I sought.
3.14The boy sat on the edge of the wooden pier shivering as the ocean that once hugged him tightly dripped off his body in disgust, leaving only a thin layer of green sludge between his skin and the crisp air around him. The smell of dead fish rose out of the ocean grave and wrapped around him until his nose could no longer smell it at all. As the sun left the hazy blue sky, he watched the boisterous boats tread further into the ocean until they were eaten whole by the horizon. His stomach bubbled, gurgling as if to imitate a toddler drowning.3.142 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“You. Your shift’s been outta here for an hour,” a man, dressed in rubber rain clothes and black boots said. “We don’t pay ya to loiter after your deed is done.”
“You don’t pay me at all,” Pi mumbled, directing his eyes away from the murky green water and towards the man’s agitated eyes. “What? You don’t.”
“I pay ya plenty,” the man sneered, “for a rat-bo
Creepypasta the Fighters: BOBCreepypasta the Fighters: BOB5 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Bio: The Brutal Obscene Beast or BOB for short is a creature that is said as having a similar appearance to The Rake except Arm-less, tiny eyes, and having Male Genitalia. BOB is a manmade creature that was created by scientists that later escaped. Unlike the Rake who relies on stealth and cunning, BOB attacks mostly using instinct and ferocity.
Powers/Weapons: BOB can crush bones with the strength of his legs and he has long sharp toenails that can tear flesh, along with the Ability to Urinate a Substance that is Pea-Green with a Sulfuric Scent.
*Somersault Kick: BOB does a Somersault kick.
*Head-butt: BOB Head butts the opponent.
*Flipping Heel Kick: BOB flips forward in a circular motion, bringing his feet over his head kicking the opponent and then landing back on his feet.
*Slide Kick: BOB slide kicks the opponent.
*Acid Shower: BOB pees on the ground in front of him, which sticks around for about 6 seconds or until the opponent gets hit with it.
His Period Cramps.No, Girl girl girl,His Period Cramps.4 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
He’s just a boy, boy boy,
With monthly period cramps.
Please don’t ask him why, why
It makes him wanna die, die.
It’s just his period cramps.
They say boys don’t cry,
But oh I find,
That statement is poorly assigned.
His eyes not dry,
But he’s more boy,
Without the masculine decoy.
And he can’t even wee,
Without an STP.
Not to be confused with a disease.
His chest is locked in tight,
Because some people might,
Make comments to weaken both his knees.
And he’s not left a choice,
Speaking with high pitched voice,
Wishing for his life to change.
But ripping of your top,
And making such a swap.
Is not something you easily arrange.
Leaves him grieving,
Over all the love he’s lost.
And no fundings,
For his tampons,
Could ever pay back that cost.
A Kind of Perfect: PrologueRoyA Kind of Perfect: Prologue3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Being a teenager is... painful. It's low self-esteem and arrogance at the same time. It's puberty. It's hair. It's spots. It's hormones. It's... exploring yourself. It's strained friendships. It's new friendships. It's school. It's growing up. It's immaturity. It's dating. It's waking up on your fifteenth birthday with an already-forgotten wet dream, an erection and no time to do anything about it because you've slept in again.
Realizing that you fancy a guy is... bewildering. It's surprise and confusion at the same time. It's questions. It's answers you don't want. It's pausing mid-yawn when he catches your attention by falling over in his hurry to sit down and find yourself staring at him for half the lesson.
Doubting your sexuality is... denial. It's terrifying and liberating at the same time. It's relief. It's shame. It's blushing. It's more questions. It's lying. It's the truth. It's finding a girl you know likes you and using her in a blind and pointless attempt
There Stands the GrassDuring my youth, I frequently traveled the world, sightseeing in the most exotic places. Few people can boast about having visited far-off and unheard of lands such as Oman, Kosovo and Swaziland. Traveling and exploring different countries became a passion, one that I enjoyed doing to no end. My reasons for getting such unprecedented joy from seeing the deepest parts of the world are my own, but I can only imagine being anywhere aside from home would give me pleasure. I have visited countries that some men have never even heard of, not even in their wildest dreams, but of all the experiences I’ve had and of all the people I’ve met, there is one event that I will never forget.There Stands the Grass1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was on a guided safari tour in Kenya, in the Hell’s Gate National Park, which received its name from the steep cliffs that opened up like a demon’s jaws. Was I wrong for going there in the first place? Well, no sane person should ever venture to a place called Hell’s Gate. I was wit
Random Character GeneratorRandom Character Creation Generator:Random Character Generator5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Looking to create an awesome character? Are you thinking of a story, but need another player in the mix? Or are you just bored? Either way, welcome to Dreamnorns Create-A-Character Guide! In here, you get to randomly roll a character which you can use for a story, comic, roleplay, or whatever you truly want.
Firstly, we need supplies
a) A coin
b) A d4
c) A d10 and a percentage die
d) Pencil and paper to mark the traits
Got all that? Good. If you dont have the necessary dice you need, click the link in the description for number generation.
NOTE: You can use this to help you create a character if you want. If you already know certain things, like what species it will be or what gender it is, feel free to skip the questions.
Now lets get cracking!
This one is easy enough. Flip a coin to determine whether your character is male or female. Heads for a boy, tails for a girl.
The Unseelie Queen The UnseelieThe Unseelie Queen4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
People say we are evil; we are not. We enjoy the pleasures of shadows; unrestrained lust, mindless violence, blood, shattered bones (and, admittedly, we do shatter mortals' sanity every now and then), but we are not evil.
The Ly Ergs shed blood because they crave it, not to intenionally cause pain. The Banshee sings (keens, screams, cries) in the face of death, but that is her way of mourning. The Hounds spread fear by their mere prescence, but they can't help that (although the fear does feed us, as does the pain, the lust, the anger, it feeds us, keeps us strong).
Lembas Bread RecipesElven Lembas Bread RecipeLembas Bread Recipes5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
(aka- Amys Elf Bread)
2 ½ Cup Plain Flour
1 tbsp Baking Powder
¼ tsp salt
3 tbsp Cold Butter (1 stick)
1/3 Cup Sugar
½ tsp Cinnamon
2/3 Cup milk
½ tsp vanilla
Honey (for dipping) (optional)
Preheat oven to 425 degrees. Mix Flour, baking powder and salt in a large bowl. If using self rising flour omit this step. Add butter and mix with a fork until it forms into a dough. If it gets too hard to stir, add a little more milk.
Roll into balls and place onto cookie sheet. Flatten them with a fork or bottom of glass until they are about ½ inch thick and 3 inches across. Makes 12-14 lembas. Bake for 12 minutes or until the insides arent doughy.
Wrapped in mallorn leaves they will stay fresh indefinitely.
Wrapped in plastic wrap they are good for about a week.
Elven Lembas Bread Recipe
Elf Bread- Alexenas style
(I messed up and added something(s), but my failure ended up being a very good new take
Teaching Summer to BreatheSummer will always remind me of hot, sweltering nights spent drinking sangria, through the dripping fairy lights of your bedroom window. A sticky, starry sky looked back at us, the glow of the moon almost golden in the heat. Fourteen meant we weren't growing up fast enough and a liquor cabinet key seemed to hold the answer to that problem.Teaching Summer to Breathe1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
You taught me how to drink that night.
(You also showed me how beautiful it was to just hold your breath till your head spins and reality seems like it is going to fade further and further away.)
Six summers ago I met a boy who liked to tell me how much like summer I was. He was big boned and thin skinned and the first time I told him he wasn't mine to keep, he left handprints on my skin that reminded you of a canvas covered in autumn leaves that you saw in New York. Then you proceeded to break every single window in his house (Yes, even the one in the attic he loved so much.)
You taught me how to smile through heartbreak that night.