stranger.the words gather and bunch in your throat;stranger.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a bouquet of unspoken thoughts.
your morals are dirty sheets hung out to dry, you wear bad decisions like an apron,
like they might someday wrap your soul in a death grip and finish it off.
today you looked out at those sheets and realized you don't know who you are anymore.
you woke up in a strangers bed, only to realize it was yours.
smoke trails from your fingertips
and you wish you could set fire to your thoughts as easily as you pollute your lungs and morals.
your life is a string of addictions; one never fully replacing the other
like layers of bad paint jobs.
a pen, a blade, a toilet, a cigarette, a girl.
breathe the world in deep, try not to choke on it. they never told you life is a test you can fail. they never told you that one day you will wake up and wish you hadn't.
and that the only time you will talk to God
is to ask for this day to be the last.
please be the last.
O FevraleWitching hour, welcomed with a sigh,O Fevrale2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bare-breasted and ink-stained in the night.
Half in love in this half-life half-light;
pisat O Fevrale navsnryd, dreaming
of the gods. Wanderer, today I died and
died again, and whispered prayers
to clasped hands… until the nestled
droplets fell away like sunrays at dusk;
and when moonrise came, I sang again.
A Nerdy Love PoemBefore you arrived,A Nerdy Love Poem2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you annoying buffoon,
My life was more barren
than the sands of Dune.
And then you appeared,
Like a Doctor from space,
with your ridiculous clothes
and your comical face.
We're not like Edward and Bella
and their blather of fate:
We're like Sauron and Voldemort
deciding to date.
See, I'd travel to Mordor
with you any day.
We'd be like Frodo and Sam,
but a little less gay.
The Capitol couldn't stop us!
. . . that's totally a lie:
if we started rebellions
we'd probably die.
We'd feast in King's Landing
on lamprey and tarts
then murder our enemies
with thousands of farts
Our house words would NOT
be "stupid and fat"
though I like "moon of my life"
much better than "brat."
Whenever you're sweet
I think it's a fluke,
but if you were nice all the time
you wouldn't be Luke.
But I like you a lot,
even though you're a pain.
Like how Serenity's crew
still hasn't killed Jayne.
You give my life meaning,
you silly old man,
like the Joker needs Batman
for all of his plans.
Hetaloid!DenmarkXArtist!Reader part 1Hetaloid!DenmarkXArtist!Reader part 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“I ended up coming after all...” You mumbled to yourself, staring up at the large apartment complex looming above like some predator in the night. You let out a deep and tired sigh, your (e/c) eyes lazily scanning the building. It was fairly old but it was well up kept, besides the few corners where the paint was peeling off of walls.
Your eyes lower to the concrete floor as you drag your feet up the flight of stairs, sticking your hands in your pockets. Your fingers brush over the cool metal of a key. You gently rub your fingers over it, feeling the rough edges of it as you reached a metal door on the 4th floor. You take another long sigh as you slowly pull out the key. You glance at it, then to the lock before slipping it in.
There was a soft clicking noise as you unlocked the door. Grabbing and turning the door handle, you push it open and take one step inside. Your brows furrow as you take a quick sniff. It smelt like beer.
“Was he a drinker...?” You mumbled
Love at 12345th Sight [chapter five]Love at 12345th Sight [chapter five]2 years ago in Romance More Like This
At first you thought your day couldn't get any weirder... that until you were half frozen and saw another Jack walking through the door.
The first Jack rolled his eyes and turned to face the second Jack. "Couldn't you just wait one more minute before you ruined my fun, Frost?"
"Let her go, Pitch," the second Jack ordered.
"Oh! Sure, sure, dear Jack," he said with fake embarrassment. "But you see I can only make ice, not melt it..."
Jack Number One began to change. He grew taller and you saw he was no longer wearing his blue hoodie but a long black tunic instead. Even though he was giving you his back you could see his hands were gray and he had black spiky hair. He was holding tightly a stone-black staff nothing alike his past one. This staff was smooth and plain, and in your opinion scarier.
Next to Jack Number Two you saw a group of...people? First off there was a tiny yellow guy, who even though was smaller than Sophie he had a grown man's determined face. Then a huge muscular man w
Frosty Festivities - Part 2Andalusst was well-known for its precision sports, punctuated by the fact that many recreational activities of that variant—badminton, cricket and croquet—were dotted in the vicinity of the Avalodge; soccer too made the list despite the hand-eye coordination aspect not being quite as prominent compared to the so-called ‘Big Three’, though that opinion was generally expressed by the die-hard sports fanatics. Despite the games employing a point system, the participants mostly gave off a casual yet spirited vibe since the festival was their first real opportunity to unwind after the Great Statue’s rampage and the whole fiasco concerning the Iaponese ninjas. That being said, the games usually were not played in a cold and snowy environment, inevitably resulting in the occurrence of occasional ‘whiffs’ such as flying equipment and hilarious slips and tumbles.Frosty Festivities - Part 28 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
What most of the sports on offer had in common were that they were meant to be played in te
Naivo.Naivo.8 years ago in General More Like This
Nu te mai uita la mine ca la un pahar spart, nu sunt trasparenta si nici goala si nici atat de fragila.
Ea: Cioc, cioc.
El: Ce dracu` faci?
Ea: Caut sa intru la tine.
El: Asta e pieptul meu, bai, nu usa.
Rade simpatic. Rade cu juma` de gura. Ii aluneca usor zambetul.
Ea: Stii stii stii uhm..
El, vadit enervat: Iar te balbai, o faci des in ultima vreme. Inceteaza si spune ce vrei.
Ea: A, nimic important, ma gandeam ca vrei sa stii ca te iubesc.
El, dand ochii peste cap si luandu-o in brate: Stiu, mai, mi-o tot spui.
Ea: Si tu n-o simti.
Aduna florile din curte, ca un copil. I le duce razand primavaratic, cu raze moi de soare.
Ea: Uuuuite, ce frumos au inflorit!
El, plictisit: Da, draga, niste flori Puteai sa le lasi acolo, acuma o sa se usuce pe masa, haha, ce rost are sa le culegi?
Ea: Dar, dar, dar Nu-ti plac? Au crescut asa cum crestem noi de cand ne iubim.
El, aruncandu-i florile d
Drunk!Denmark x Reader : Barbapapa's conspiracyDrunk!Denmark x Reader : Barbapapa's conspiracy2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"OH HECK STOP YOU BLOODY CRAP!"
_________ Rose from her comfortable and safe blankest-burrito on the couch and threw a pillow to her mobile phone ....
'Who the hell is the idiot that called at 0:47 am? "
She glanced at the screen and grunted annoyed reading the name of his Danish friend
"Matthias you asshole .. you beeter have have a very good reason to interrupt my (Insert favorite show here) marathon .... Or I swear that I will use your stupid ax to make sure that you will never have children .... "
With another sigh, she answered the phone, ready to scream profanities at
"STUPID DANISH MAN OF MY ASS ,DO YOU THINK THIS IS THE TIME TO CALL?? "
"Um .... I a-am really s-sorry Miss ..."
______ froze when she heard that the voice from 'other end had nothing to do with the self-proclaimed king of the north europe ....
"I'm sorry! I thought it was my friend .... "
"I see ..." "
A Writing TutorialSo, you want to try to write something?A Writing Tutorial7 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Writing is an art that takes a lot of time and patience if one wishes to become successful in the literary arts. With this tutorial, I hope to help you understand the basics of writing so that you too will be able to write stories that capture the attention of your audience. Let us begin.
Know what you want to write
Let's start with the basics of coming up with an idea to write for a story. Now, if one does not know where to start, that is not a big deal. Even for the newest writer, one can get a random thought that could transform into a brilliant idea in the blink of an eye. All it takes is inspiration; that spark that makes you, the writer, get up and take a pen and paper or a keyboard and start to write down your ideas. Where would one look for inspiration though? That is quite easy actually. Almost ANYTHING could provide some sort of inspiration, b
Solidified Quest1. TripSolidified Quest3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"No, no, no!" Crystal shouted frantically as she scrambled around the lab. The girl was running around like a Kangaskhan who had lost her child. "Where is it? Oh no!"
Gold, who was casually leaning against the wall, just stood there with arms crossed, eyes following the bluenette's movement. "So," he opened his mouth after enjoying the funny scene, "wacha doin'?"
Crystal didn't even imply to stop. She looked under her desk and inside the cabinets. Even her pigtails were loosening up due to the frantic whipping. "I know I put it around here somewhere " The young lab assistant was late for her meeting in Goldenrod. And if that wasn't bad enough, her important documents were missing just when she needed it the most.
Gold rolled his eyes and sighed. Pushing his body off the wall, he casually walked towards the young woman. "Crys, as much as I love seeing you go all crazy and panicky, you need to calm down."
But once again, she ignored him. "Where is it-?"
To her dismay,
Acta Est Fabula ~1~ [Dragon!Rome x Reader]I tend not to despise many things.Acta Est Fabula ~1~ [Dragon!Rome x Reader]2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
In fact, I would call myself extremely accepting of almost every incident that happens to pass through my life. Yes, I may be living on the edge of a village that swims in poverty; and yes, I am alone due to the fact that my parents were killed long ago in a bandit raid in our old village. Every day may be redundant and food is at times a problem, but I’m still alive. That alone is enough to make me keep my spirits high, correct? Even though there are times when the villagers can be utter ruffians and think me a witch or something equally as horrendous due to the fact that I’m good with cats and herbs.
But that doesn’t make me a pessimist.
At least, it didn’t until four hours ago.
“I swear, I’ll rip through these ropes and use them to suffocate you all!” I screeched as I struggled against said binds, teeth grinding against each other. “How dare you treat me like a common criminal?!”
PMDU Official Writing App! Temperate MaelstromEXPLORERS GUILD: Temperate MaelstromPMDU Official Writing App! Temperate Maelstrom1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Date Joined: 30|09|2013
Current Funds: 12 St
Characteristic: Alert to Sounds
Total Points Left: —
Type Bonus: Water >> Agility
Move 1: Water Pledge
Move 2: Aerial Ace
Move 3: Waterfall
Move 4: Brick Break
Description: I mean the Explorers no offence, but the Guild-issued vests on offer were too shoddy and scruffy for my tastes. The material irritated my skin, and I am obliged to put forth a presentable appearance as one of noble blood. As such, I acquired Miss Chantelle’s services via my Full Customization Voucher. Needless to say, I was very pleased with Miss Chantelle’s work. I opine that this lime green-hem
In my head...In my head,In my head...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The birds that fly above me
Are the dragons of my kingdom.
In my head,
Cats and dogs are lions and wolves,
And my fish is a sea monster.
In my head,
My pen is a sword,
And I’m fighting witches and evil men
To find my prince charming.
In my head,
Butterflies spin through the air
And fly through my bedroom windows
To whisper things in a language
That only I understand.
In my head,
There is a world other than
These black and white dreams
And these faded grey skies.
In my head,
There is a universe.
Can’t you see it, too?
Frosty Festivities - Part 1Unlike most Pokémon, Lapis was not particularly bothered by the record-high temperatures turning the whole of Andalusst into a giant sauna; he was not immune to the heat per se, more like desensitized. The Shiny Noibat felt a bit assured, reckoning that his tolerance was related to the many hours he spent ploughing the fields back when he lived with his parents. He still was unsure of the authenticity of the hazy image flickering in his head, but the bat was more inclined to believe it at present compared to the time when he first set foot in Andalusst.Frosty Festivities - Part 18 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
The same tolerance, unfortunately, did not apply to temperatures on the opposite end of the spectrum. Despite donning three layers of clothing—a plain undershirt, a striped sweater and a thick windbreaker—Lapis still felt as though a million icicles were stabbing into his spine. He was beginning to regret offering to help Grayson sell his pastries at the Avalodge; however, said regret was swiftly stamped out as the Shin
love letter to the state of florida1.love letter to the state of florida2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
i am not in love with you.
i left you when the leaves turned and i'm back for now,
but only 'til i muster the strength to hoist my bags & run away
believe me, it's not that you're not paradise,
because i've had my fair share of briny breezes & tequila sunrises
and i too have caught myself with my toes in the sand for a tad
blinding white is just too opaque for glass houses and you know
the way the sun shines at midday, that'll melt your face right off
if you stare long enough--
trust me, i know a guy.
last saturday i saw your face on the cover of a national geographic
at the doctor's office,
they caught you singing in the misty rain, voice sweet i remember
like honeysuckle & orange blossoms in the summertime,
there were strands of sargassum woven into your hair, it smelled of
fresh dew, it stole the sun in handfuls and waltzed with the wind
around your shoulder blades;
i found angels sleeping in the crook of your back, skin golden honey
opening to catch saltsp
Trauma's RejectTrauma's Reject6 years ago in Drama More Like This
Publish Date: 2009
Please tell me this has happened to you. Please tell me I'm not alone, that I'm not crazy, that I am normal, that I'll be okay. Tell me anything at all, tell me a lie, just...anything at all, but please...please don't tell me...that I'm pathetic. Tell me that you've had one of those days when you'd just sit down...and think.
Well, have you? Because I have, and I now know that it's bad to think.
It's bad to think, because once you have enough time and silence to think, you start thinking too much and find yourself being unable to stop. You start thinking and thinking and thinking and thinking about your life and every, every little s--second you've spent living in it. You start to peek into those little cracks, those little holes and corners of your life that no one else sees. Yet when you peek into those crannies, there's nothing inside. No bad memory to trace ba
Into The MarshesMama once sayed not to go down to the marshes because the snakes and monsters and creeping crawlies live there. They gone eat you up, she says, gone eat you up like a sundae on Saturday morning.Into The Marshes2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
What you think Donny Two Cents and I gone do on a boring afternoon?
We gone down to the marshes.
“You don’t think this real bad, do you, Squeaky?” Donny Two Cents asked me. Boy is scareder than a fish in a crocodile pond. Makes me scared too, but I ain’t never telling him that.
“Course I don’t think that, why you ask?” I snapped back. “We gone to the marshes to look for the Oogey Boogey Man.” I raised my arms real high and grinned like one a them crazies you see down by St. Ann’s. They just walk around in circles all day in St. Ann’s fenced in yard and sometimes stare at the sun.
“Oogey Boogey Man?” repeated Donny Two Cents. He already trembling, that shakey boy. If we filled him with pecans he’d be a walking ma
The Epic Fast Food WarGenryuusai Yamamoto prided himself on many things: one was that his beard was by far the most impressive of anyone in the entire city. The other was the freshest and most protein filled fast food in all of Karakura. As the Head Manager of his family-run fast food business, The Food Society, that was his motto: "The Freshest and Healthiest Fast Food". He thought it would be enough to satisfy the people of the city, it had for the past 100 years, with the 13 main shops based around Karakura. But nooooo, three of those shops had had a serious setback in development, their managers had defected and created their own fast food company: Lost Nachos "You won't find Nachos, or Fast Food better than this". It burned in his soul, the fact that branch had the least-fresh and utterly fatty and most likely toxin-filled food, and yet it tasted delicious, and they were starting to get more customers. He could not understand it!The Epic Fast Food War4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
With a gruff sigh he tapped his walking stick on the wooden floor of the
Transform! Triple Berry Mix! (Part 1)Minato trod into the room with a cup of freshly-brewed coffee, the muffled thumps of her feet reverberating throughout the abandoned location. Spotting her master formulating equations on a whiteboard, the Lopunny carefully stepped over the strewn-about files and folders on the floor and set the cup down on the former’s workstation.Transform! Triple Berry Mix! (Part 1)9 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Ah, Minato-kun,” Ryoma suspired in a strange sort of exhilaration, whirling around and pointing the marker at her, screwing back the cap in the process. “I trust the pantry is very much…in a minutely operational and satisfactory condition?”
“It’s adequate enough to serve your needs, Professor,” Minato affirmed with a nod of her head, interlocking her fingers just above her tail. “Your nakama-tachi seem to have low expectations, given how they’re taken in by a room in a mostly dilapidated state.”
Ryoma swiped the cup from the table and tilted some of its contents down his throat, tracin
Dungeon 1: The Basalt Halls (Part 1)Excitement. Apprehension. Fear.Dungeon 1: The Basalt Halls (Part 1)5 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Those emotions were saturating the air about the crowd of Pokemon gathered in front of the outpost guarding the entrance to the dungeon. They were becoming more and more pronounced the longer the Pokemon to which they belonged listened to the briefing given to them by a Charmander garbed in ghost-themed apparel. The lizard exuded a calm and authoritative sort of charisma, evident from the very moment he stepped onto the stage and shushed his audience effortlessly: the fact that his reputation preceded him aided this cause somewhat.
“Dungeons have a tendency to mess with your head. That’s part and parcel of dungeoneering, so as long as you keep your cool, you should be fine. That being said, don’t feel afraid to call out for help if you find yourselves in danger. Pride will just bring you one step closer to your graves. This particular dungeon is harmless for the most part, so feel free to…”
He tuned the rest of