Frozen: The Icebound ProphecyFrozen: The Icebound Prophecy2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A princess with powers over the Cold.
a power from ancestors centuries old
When she ascends to be Queen of the kingdom,
her frosty power will unleash something fearsome.
Winter eternal will change the land's form.
Frost and snow will spread in the storm.
The curse of the Cold can be broken
by love long hidden and never spoken.
Dear Poetry,You will find out that I am not a strong person. Dragons do not make a home beneath my skin to hoard their treasured princesses. I am not that lucky. For I have misplaced collarbones just as quickly as I’ve misplaced hearts, a pulse still rhythmic against my fingertips. I am a monster of words, devouring Cummings and Plath with no ounce of self control left in my body. I promised myself this weight would not fall for the sharp edges of stars ground into your knuckles. But, write air into my lungs, poetry. Give this wild thing a reason to learn the definition of tamed.Dear Poetry,2 years ago in Letters More Like This
Write me a poem, and I will promise to fall in love with you, slowly and then…all at once.
HeartacheThere's a reason whyHeartache2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
both my heart and my gun
have empty chambers baby,
and it's you.
Scarificationblood oranges areScarification2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
slice them open
without a moment’s
their crimson juices
licked from our lips
& that is what
i want to be. -
i sucked from
your mouth -
along my spine.
- i was cut open
The Rules of FlyingThe Rules of Flying:The Rules of Flying2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No#1: Don’t Fly Too High:
If you allow yourself to achieve a great height, there will only be enough air left for you to fall. Stay at a constant pace, don’t allow your head to float above the clouds.
Another juxtaposing comment upon rule 1 of flying, do not fly too close to the ground, to let creatures pull you down.
No#2: Avoid Trees:
While flying to your destination, many obstacles may get in your way, clipping a few branches may be fine for you depending on your strength. But always avoid the trunks of these obstacles, they will end your flight abruptly and you may not reach your destination in one piece.
This also applies to aeroplanes and other birds.
No#3: Don’t Flap Your Wings Too Much:
Although flapping your wings is necessary to achieve the height you require to succeed and complete your flight. Flapping unnecessarily only leaves you too tired to complete your journey.
Remember to flap your wings only when needed. Do not let another bird
Love as an AsthmaticI snatch my breath after we kissLove as an Asthmatic2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because I want to feel you
in my wheezing, useless lungs
not just a craving
a desperate need
in the physical urge
to breathe you in,
make your mystical secrets
a part of my body.
FFVII ChildSummary: My name is Zack Sephiroth Cloud Reno Crescent .and I was unfortunately born to FFVII fanatical parents. This is my story.FFVII Child6 years ago in Humor More Like This
My mom no, Mother, as she would only allow me to address her, was always the more strict (and by that I mean insane) of my parents, but my dad wasn't exactly normal either. By any means, no
When I was really little, just a baby, I remember my baths. They were nice and calm, yes, but I wasn't washed in normal water or even a bubble baths. Instead, I distinctly remember the water being greenish blue. I still have the rubber chocobo that I played with. And when it came time for bed, I remember being dressed in dark blue pajamas. They weren't your average fleece or flannel with a cartoon teddy bear's face on it, no. My pajamas was the SOLDIER uniform, complete with soft cloth pauldrons. Every night, I would fall asleep with my moogle plush doll next to me and One Winged Angel playing in the background. A normal baby would have
Accursed WombYao's hands are bleeding.Accursed Womb4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
They are cracked, and he stares at them, enchantedhe does not lift his eyes, as the shouting begins and the halberd is pointed; more shouting, and he finally gazes upward to see the tyrant run through; his eyes watch as Dong Zhuo thumps down, squirting blood, squeezing through robes and fat.
The cheer goes upthe tyrant, who has pillaged villages and defiled women, ceaselessly, ceaselessly, is gone and done for.
Yao takes action then, as Dong Zhuo's foster son and murderer Lu Bu raises his headYao moves, unsheathing his jian and twirling it to feel it, storming after the others as the tyrant's home is cracked open to the air, as the tyrant's venerable mother cries that she knew this would be so
There is a child. Yao cuts it down before turning back to the dowager. This is not the first time he has done this, and so he is used to this. He grits his teeth, still.
Despite his numbness towards this scene, the child's screams pierce his heart
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 Breathe2 years 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.
Criminal (Levi x Reader) Chapter 12Criminal (Levi x Reader) Chapter 122 years ago in Romance More Like This
You froze as the two men stared each other down, Erwin with unwavering confidence, Levi with barely restrained anger.
“What is he doing here?” Levi snarled again.
You pulled your hands out of Erwin’s grasp and rushed to Levi’s side, but you were too late. The shorter man had already stridden forward, fists clenched and his face set with determination and fury. Erwin stood to meet him, expression grim, blue eyes never leaving those of the advancing man. Levi stopped before the Commander, gazing up into the face of the towering blonde soldier. Despite the obvious height difference, Levi stood as if he was ten feet tall, and Erwin faced him with a look that exuded a confidence that would intimidate any man. But Levi wasn’t any man.
Levi’s fists clenched. You opened your mouth in an attempt to dissuade him, but Erwin beat you to the punch.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he said softly. “I could have you arrested at any
Skinny Wordslook:Skinny Words3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
he was winterish blue eyes and an autumn scarf dressed in an stupid pink summer sweater that made no sense on a spring day. His shoes were converse, the kind of the skinny intellectual who had just enough money to buy one pair of decent shoes. she never really liked skinny intellectuals, yet did find herself considering them sometimes, in the way she considered coffee that was tongue scalding (horribly and without excuse).
it is odd then, that she still doesn't regret his monsoon flavoured kiss, the kind that made your tongue bleed with its passion, its heat.
he drew in uneasy catches of breath as he snored in the heat of the summer night, nights when she would stay up and listen to cars that passed by, pretending they were a waterfall instead of the cold harsh truth of metal against concrete, just so she could sleep as soundly as him.
she took his breathing for granted.
he spent hours lost in the dry unending silence of his typewriter, of h
ApplesSweet and sensual,Apples3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The feel of your fingers on my skin.
Slow and longing,
The trail of your hands on my curves.
Languid and helpless,
The pulsing of my veins under your masterful strokes.
My love for you is like my love for apples.
Juicy, crunchy, delicious...
And as dark as a sinner's heart.
TFLN-FF7 File NameFinal Fantasy Seven: TFLN CuesTFLN-FF7 File Name5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
(Texts from Last Night)
BETA: None not for this.
Cue: I do not anticipate a passing grade
Warning: The real reason the Cloud didn't make it into SOLDIER. Language! Tsk, tsk Cloud is a potty mouth.
Disclaimer: Don't own, just using for my own amusement. Do not profit from this endeavour.
Characters: Cloud and Zack
I am so SCREWED!
Zack had to check again who it was that had sent him the message. It was usually Reno that sent him stuff like this not Cloud.
Zack contemplated the message before responding with a simple question mark.
~maybe he forgot to return a library book on time~
He couldn't think of anything that Cloud would do to get himself into trouble. He was almost too shy to be in the infantry, as it was. The worst he ha
Forever NeverlandGrace disliked Tinkerbell. She disliked her because she had wings and she could fly whereas Grace stayed on the ground, catching fireflies. The fireflies, in turn, made it easy because they knew she would let them go. She would stare at their radiant light in awe and try to understand how something so little could shine so very bright.Forever Neverland2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She tried to pretend the bread she had in the mornings was ice cream flavoured, and even imagined her little brother had never been taken from them but had been enthralled and forever lost in Neverland. When she tried to explain this to her mother, her mother would look away quietly, and sometimes, rise with a quiet shudder...and leave the room.
For a little girl who had the hope of the world resting quite easily on her head as a crown, she knew. She knew that one day, he would come for her and maybe, maybe they could be together again like they were in her dreams.
As she grew older, she slept on a bed of green, with a desk of wood and a massive window t
Meeting the Family: Chapter 3 (Levi x Reader)You look nervously between your Mom, Dad, and Levi. There’s a very awkward moment where no one says anything.Meeting the Family: Chapter 3 (Levi x Reader)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Then, to your surprise, Levi makes the first move.
“Good afternoon Mr. and Mrs. _______.” My name is Levi, and it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Levi says, holding his hand out to them. Huh? You weren’t aware that Levi could be so smooth or polite, judging by the way he talked to Erwin or the other squad leaders.
Mom and Dad smile and they each shake Levi’s hands. “It’s very nice to meet you Captain Levi. We’ve heard a lot about you.” Mom says, smiling at him. “Please, come in!” Dad steps back, giving you and Levi room to squeeze by and enter the house.
You pass through the door, and your heart twists in your chest. The house even smells the same; like wood, baked goods, and spices.
Mom and Dad follow after you, and Mom gives you a giant hug, almost cracking your ribs.
Levi x Reader- Love me - Chapter 6Levi x Reader- Love me - Chapter 62 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter 6: Basic Manners
When you had finally finished your transformation fom a girl to looking as a 'guy', Levi had made you clean all the squad leaders rooms, including his. Actually you didn’t really need to do much to his, he was a clean freak after all, and it wasn’t surprising that even dust was afraid of him.
After you had cleaned properly(According to his criticism) you were made to clean everyone in the Levi Squad boots. You growled remembering the sadistic tone Levi had used when he gave you more cleaning duties. You were now heading towards Petra’s room to grab her boots.
You knocked on the door a little to hard, still not letting go of your anger. Because seriously! He could have at least been nicer to you since you were in his squad now….
You heard Petra ask in a really sweet and sleepy tone while opening the door. There was a crack on the door and a sleepy eye was looking lazily at who was it
Hemingway Would Hate ThisThe trouble with the Boy was that he didn't have the heart of Shakespeare, the voice of Poe, nor the soul of Wordsworth, nor the knowledge of Rembrandt in his darkest days. He didn't have a trace of Michaelangelo's spirit nor the angst of Carvaggio and this on its own was enough to dissuade him from understanding that technique was far better than solidarity and possession far more ageless than youth.Hemingway Would Hate This3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He didn't have any of this knowledge because his father hadn't had the courage to tell him that he needed all the qualities of these great men, to win over the heart of a woman who had the dreams of Austen, the ideas of Da Vinci and the scent of a high priestess of Venetian origin.
The Girl was all those things and more, and her value, her estimate in the market of souls was higher than most. She was an angel amongst Gods, and He should never have let her go into the world thinking that it was Keats hearted. Because like all women who live their lives story shaped, she was soon broken by
infinite/opposite.being an adult means knowinginfinite/opposite.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that there are things much scarier
than spiders, or snakes, or clowns.
the ocean, for one.
losing your parents.
empty tequila bottles.
waking up, still reaching
for someone who left you
a long time ago.
i live like there’s an end for me
because there is.
plants will wilt.
forests will burn down.
eventually, even the stars will burn out.
people will come to us.
they will touch us. they will hurt us.
they may keep us. they may not.
but i never hold on too tight
because when it’s time, my time,
i’ll only be letting go.
the heart has valves
that constantly open and close
giving love, taking love.
and my best advice
is to be selfish.
know when you’ve had enough.
know when you deserve better.
close the valves and
keep some love for yourself.
know that you are perfect
even if you eat that second cheeseburger
because there’s magic in this world.
we’re proof of it.
is fear o
City of LightYou are my city.City of Light3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your eyes are the gates,
Your soul is my transport
Your veins the roads I must travel.
You should never ever be afraid
of my knowing you too well.
Or of my being too close to you.
Can you ever,
Even after living your whole life in it,
Know a city too well?
Warmth - drabble“Stormfly, still,” Astrid commanded. The Nadder’s fidgeting barely halted but her rider still managed to get one of the three saddle straps undone.Warmth - drabble2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Hey,” Astrid called out as she worked. “Let’s check out the Ice Gorges next time. I hear there are some edible wild berries in those parts. We’ve pretty much exhausted all of Berk’s by now…”
She kept her focus on maneuvering around the next set of buckles, even as Hiccup’s voice rose to respond from the other side of his dragon.
“I thought you said it was too close to Villainy?”
Astrid’s shrugged. ”Eh, I wasn’t sure you could keep up before. I think we can give it a go next time we’re in the area.”
There was a pause and then, slow and uncertain, Hiccup repeated her words.
“You weren’t sure I could keep up?”
Astrid bit her lip to keep from smiling. His voice always dipped in