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.
Marshall Lee/Prince Gumball Anniversary BlitzWith a rather long checklist in hand, Prince Gumball paced before the massive double doors of the palace's grand dining room. Trying to calm her majesty's fraught nerves, Peppermint Maid followed closely behind him, trying to assure him that everything would be alright. Gumball had been worrying himself into a tizzy for the past week, planning and scratching and re-planning the impending evening, but each time he thought he'd gotten things settled, he'd second guess himself and start over; the whole process was very demanding on not only the young prince, but also his waiting staff.Marshall Lee/Prince Gumball Anniversary Blitz3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
His original idea had been to turn the affair into a grand gala; a regal affair with beautiful gowns and clean-cut suits. The food would be exquisite, the wine rich, and the company cut from the highest tier of society. But as he was in the midst of organizing an extravagant feast, he stopped and rethought the entire event. Completely disregarding his o
It is 9 in the afternoon& I have forgottenIt is 9 in the afternoon2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how to write in poetics-
tongue kissed & gaping like
a siren missing from her sea.
I have been coughing up black
for days. Unable to clean the taste
from my mouth, these broken
typewriter keys sewn into my
fingertips scream something fierce.
They ache with longing
to tell of a story
that left them
for a better high
a story that never deserved
to make a home under the skin,
to crawl breech through an
-& out through the wrists
of young girls much too ripe
to fall from their beds.
I am so damn tired
of looking over railings
& wondering what
it would feel like
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 - drabble3 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
on leaving it behindi stillon leaving it behind3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
this might appall you
or agonize you but i do.
i remember still evenings
with little to exchange besides
heartbeats and breathing patterns.
i remember soft afternoons
with my back raking against the carpet
leaving sporadic scars and stitches of memory.
i remember dark roads, and darker rains.
i remember a longer faith and a shorter pain.
the wounds are not as fresh, they do not sting,
but they ache and the few times i hear your voice
wedges your fingers in my brain and i can feel the cake
of neglected cum stains and i can hear the desperation in
the small whimper of my name and the way it was hard for your
breath to escape and my mind is running on thin rails, paper train,
and all i ever wanted from you was a home, not a place.
you would finger fuck me in the movie theater
and i would squirm and you would laugh because
i am not so good at keeping quiet. and all it would take
was a look from me or my hand up your knee or my lip under my
teeth and your eyes would
Birds of a Feather: Sam WilsonxTeen!Reader Alleys in D.C. weren't the premier place to hang out.Birds of a Feather: Sam WilsonxTeen!Reader 1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Unless, of course, you were into alley intercourse, or if you were a homeless kid who was particularly good at mugging people.
You were the latter.
16 years old, dressed in a black hoodie with a partially ripped back, jeans, black leather gloves, ragged skateboard shoes, as well as tactical goggles with one cracked lens and a face mask that didn't quite fit you, prowling alleyways with a knife in your hand. No one in their right mind ever came near you.
It was late afternoon, a little after rush hour in Washington Highlands. You sat on a 3rd floor fire escape of an abandoned apartment building, goggles and mask off, sorting through today's loot from your raid in the main part of D.C.: A few nice rings, a wallet with fifty bucks cash, a platinum bracelet, a designer purse with an iPhone and money, and lastly, a few shopping bags with flannel shirts and a pair of designer combat boots.
You smiled to yourself. After four years of runni
My Lover...My lover painted me the moon, a dark and navy sky...My Lover...5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My lover is a goddess, with blonde hair, deep blue eyes...
My lover isn't perfect, she tells me everyday...
My lover falls to silence, when I whisper "It's okay..."
My lover is an artist, who paints my moonlit night...
My lover is my angel, with sacred wings of light...
My lover is my only friend, she means so much to me...
My lover, has my heart and soul, the only girl for me...
Peter Panxx - o1 - xxxxPeter Pan8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
He's dirty. Filthy clothes, filthy habits, filthy manners. I can see the grime beneath his fingernails when he walks, when he speaks; it's all I see. Dirt beneath his fingernails. I wonder who he really is.
There is nothing nice about him. Nothing to like about him. His voice is rough, his hair is matted. He never takes care of himself because no one tells him he's worth it. Everyone is worth it. But no one tells him. No one.
xx - o2 - xxxx
A ribbon is braided into his hair. Blue, like his eyes, like mine. I don't ask about it, I won't. Still no one tells him he is better than he thinks. Better than they think. Better than I think.
There's still dirt beneath his fingernails.
xx - o3 - xxxx
I realize he likes trees. This will continue to prove problematic for some time.
xx - o4 - xxxx
He seems to be clever. Completely uneducated, but intelligent. I can't reason with him, I can't philosophize with him, but I can feel for him. I can reach him. I read the pain in his eyes be
i'd call it love, if it wasn't suffocating.every time it rains,i'd call it love, if it wasn't suffocating.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i think of you.
because that's all there is--
and a quick breath of air
before we all go under.
every time it rains,
i swear i'm drowning.
Black Rabbit - Part fifteenShiloh sat on the mass of red comforters and pillows in his bedroom, propped up against the headboard, staring across the room at the numerous photos plastered onto the far wall in messy discord as he munched the box of crisps in his lap. He dug his hand deep into the cardboard container, the plastic crinkling; he was nearly to the crumbs and he was still hungry. But it was one of the highest protein things they actually still had at his auntie’s, besides the icky greenery kept away in the veggie drawer downstairs- hidden in the towering fridge. He gave a small little sigh, eyeing the little black cell propped on the whale pillow beside his leg. He really started to miss Casey; they hadn't seen each other in days...well more like three weeks and four extra days to tack on. But he felt needy and afraid that Casey would push him away if he got too close; he loved that angsty raven, but he was scared that he may love him too much and didn’t want to scare him off. All heBlack Rabbit - Part fifteen3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
That A Promise Doll FaceThat A Promise Doll Face2 years ago in Romance More Like This
That A Promise Doll Face
2P!America x Reader
Hi everyone so this is a new story I'm working on and it may not be that good >A
Prom Disaster Chapter 38 Eggman attacked on the sixth day. But it wasn't the blue hero he attacked.Prom Disaster Chapter 385 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Perfect!" Sonic cried happily after a call from the police on Eggman's location, "Eggy's attacking again!"
"And that's a good thing?" Cream asked, wincing as Amy bent and straightened her arm. It wasn't broken, or even sprained like they thought; just bruised real bad.
"Don't you see?" sonic asked, "After we defeat Eggman, he'll run away to his base "
" and that's where Shelby and Lindsey's bracelet will be!" Tails exclaimed!
"Exactly, little bro!"
"Let's go then!" Knuckled said.
Eggman was in the Mystic Ruins on top of a cliff. And he wasn't alone. In front of him stood what looked like a blue mix of a wolf and a hedgehog. The Sonic Team
mapping the ache.She learned anatomy when he broke her heart. She liked how she could track the stinging, burning pain as it delved deeper into her. Starting in her throat, a heavy lump that wouldn't move anymore than a cm a day. it would travel through her veins, like back lanes, leaving behind big clouds of exhaust fumes that make her skin tarnish, and her blood thicken. the pain, gets a little stronger. moves a little further. with her bones structure mapped and blown up on the wall across from her bed, she woke up each morning, and closed her eyes. she sat quiet and still with breath held, trying to pinpoint the pain. she'd trace the wall and place a small gold star where is had reached that day. it was quite beautiful really. this skeletal system, scattered with little stars. her own constellation.mapping the ache.4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
it was a realisation that everything can be traced back to her heart. it beats and bleeds and aches and yearns and everything it feels is shot through your synapses and
i am an ocean nothing floats on.i am an ocean that nothing floats on.i am an ocean nothing floats on.4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
her mother always told her that each part of her body was capable of becoming something hard and cold, something that a military man could arm himself with and leave a trail of destruction. There was an anchor in the pit of her stomach, resting on the bottom of a black and white ocean, carelessly tossed in by a reckless boy with matching eyes. it leads her to somewhere she has never been. It sinks her to ocean floor and leaves her waiting for the waves to stir her back to the surface.she learned about space, and the gaps that leave people feeling empty and lonely, and throughout the years of her youth, everything related back to the ocean residing inside her chest cavity which on the coldest and emptiest nights she could feel thrash and peak and cause her to choke and spit it up in violent convulsions. she learned that her stomach acids were responsible for the curve of her bones and the shapes of the shadows they made in sunlight. as her years tic
bird songi told myself i'd never compare the two of youbird song4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but his eyes are so much brighter
if we still talked i'd tell you, i'm happy now,
in the saddest of ways but i am happy now,
i would say, momentarily, warily,
but somehow i would.
just don't you tell me, you're happy too.
The Pillow Girl - WG Story The first time I ever did it was with Lily when we were in third grade. We were laying on my bed watching the episode of Tiny Toons where Buster Bunny takes all this food and stuffs Babs until her belly gets really huge and she can't move. I took one of the pillows from my bed and stuffed it in my shirt. Lily did the same thing, and we pretended to be really fat and we bumped our bellies together.The Pillow Girl - WG Story7 years ago in Erotic More Like This
I would stuff myself with pillows once in awhile because it felt so good. One time I was doing it alone in my room and my mom walked in.
Danica, you're so silly. Take that pillow out. You'll ruin the shirt that I just bought you.
I was ashamed, so after that, I was careful not to let anyone see me pillow stuffing. I didn't want
[untitled]she'll sit alone in her room[untitled]3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
imagining through closed curtains
a world where she could
shed her worries like socks in summer.
she'll sit alone in her room
her head's on a shoulder
she's held in her arms.
"i love you. i love you."
"you don't have to be alone."
this week1. sometimes when i draw his eyes follow me, and even whilethis week4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the dark they wrap me
with affection, desperate for a contouring god
to lay him on his back and define him where
he has molded
2. he tells me i was better off an
CreepypastaXReader-part 1Your POVCreepypastaXReader-part 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You walk out of a bar completely wasted with two of your friends stumbling behind you. As you walk out the alcohol starts to sink in. man twice in one week I’ve gone to this bar. You think, maybe I have a slight drinking problem. As that conscious question sinks in you are brought back to reality. “Hey girls I’m gonna head home I’m starting to get a migraine.” You say while trying not to fall over into a coma. “Ok if you say so ‘name’.” Martha responds trying to hold up a very heavily intoxicated Lia. You start to hurry home and while doing so you wonder which way is the fastest. I could go through the woods and go in through the back of my house but, that might be too dangerous. You think about it for a while but, when you’re drunk even if you think about the decision for hours you will always make the wrong one. Ok, you decided, you
your bones are rivers.timing never was my strong point.your bones are rivers.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and all it took was one more knock
to break open the damn and leave me
shaking and shivering as the oceans
flowed and flooded.
a fractured collarbone can kill you.
i already knew i was dying when the tide
came in and laid on my shoulders and
that tiny sliver of bone departed,
coarse, right through my vein.
i held my breath, and i could feel it
a tiny vessel in my veins, my stream
although i was unsure of its course
i knew that it would surely be the
bringer of my body's winter.
it scraped and all i could think was
the water was perfect for a swim.
i imagined that ort of death was you,
planning my demise
how i knew you always wanted to.
i held my head beneath the surface
and i felt light and airy and free
something you never knew of with
your charcoal bones and heavy heavy heart
i will defeat your ghost somehow
you don't know this but
i've been thinking more recently than before
and i figure you can't really haunt me if i'm
haunting you. you can't reall
-My Favorite Things- :lol:Letters from moogles and partners on missions,-My Favorite Things- :lol:6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
One extra keyblade and Reeve's robot kitten
Zack's giant sword in dramatic custenes,
These are a few of my favorite things.
Curing your party in boss battle fighting,
Riku's new outfit and chocobo riding
Wondering how he can fly with one wing,
These are a few of my favorite things.
Yuffie's black converse and summoning Ifrit
Xemnas's dragon and having to kill it
Singing One-winged Angel while showering
These are a few of my favorite things.
When Angeal dies, when Kadaj screams
When I'm feeling sad,
I simply remember these Square-Enix things
And then I don't feel