HopelessI watch and I wait I bide my time.Hopeless3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
She is weak, fragile, already at the breaking point.
Won't be much longer
Little flickers of defiance still remain, but I snuff them out.
It's for her own good you know
It's much better just to let Hope go Hope isn't worth any energy, it so rarely comes through for you.
Things are easier when you just accept them broken and bleeding, nothing can fix it better just to move on and accept that.
This girl right here has been difficult, letting Hope go isn't easy. I expected this to be a rush job, I mean all the signs were there but she just won't let go.
So I tweak and I push and I knock her on her ass. I twist her stomach to the point where she lies down and gives up and when she gets up I do it all again.
She's weakening little by little I'm winning.
Come on girl, just give it up, give in to Hopelessness.
Things don't have to be like this.
I do my best to trip her up, and she stumbles and falls but she keep
Of MM: Houseguest part 2"Ash wait A-Ash?! ACH!!"Of MM: Houseguest part 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Damn it woman, hold still!"
"I-I can't!!" I squirm in my seat, nails digging into the couch as Ashlynn's hold on my ankle tightens.
"You're going to smear the nail polish."
"I don't care!! FUCK, why did I agree to this?!!" It's too ticklish, oh God my foot finally twitches and I almost kick her in the face.
She falls back on her ass and we end up laughing so hard our ribs ache.
"You now have a giant blue smear across your foot."
This causes the giggles to begin again and they don't stop until we realize that the Scrubs DVD has ended and it's time for the next disk.
"Okay, God pass me the nail polish remover and go put in the next episode."
"No, you do it."
"Cause if I leave you'll steal the cookie dough!"
"Fuck, I've become predictable!!"
Her blonde hair quivers around her shoulders as she loses it and I begin to think we'll never finish the series. Oh yes, it is 3 in the morning and we've got several more seasons to go. She do
Blood and Lust: TalkBlood and Lust: Talk3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"You are wounded."
"I guess you could say that."
Bony fingers comb through brunette locks, "Why keep it locked inside? Why not let it out?"
"I'm not strong enough."
The fingers catch and tangle, "Not true."
"Hey! That hurts!"
"You are weak; frail you don't have to be."
"Well you try lying on the bathroom floor, knowing that no one can help you. You're all alone; you don't even have anyone to really talk to. No one you know understands."
"Who do you think you're talking to?"
A soft sigh escapes, "Sorry, I wasn't thinking."
"Forget it, I already have."
The fingers begin to comb again, no real rhythm to the action, but it is soothing all the same.
"Talk about it."
"I don't want to."
"Talk." The fingers snarl and twist, yanking the long strands.
Her yelp is loud, "Alright!"
She sees faces in her mind, female and male his face keeps coming back, no matter how hard she tries to forget.
Hatred boils beneath pale flesh, curling her stomach until she can't sit straight. Gh
Of Modern Moments: Matchmaker3"Oh God, Ashlynn I can't do this "Of Modern Moments: Matchmaker33 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Shut up and look sexy, she'll adore you."
"I want to go back to the clinic."
Ashlynn sent an exasperated glance to her lover, "He's hopeless!"
Fenris smirked, "Give him a break I've been in his shoes." The boxer was a lot less hostile towards Anders now that his attention was directed towards another woman.
Ashlynn smiled, reaching over to grab his hand, "And you had nothing to worry about, neither does Anders." She raised her voice towards the end of the sentence, sending a harsh glare into the rearview mirror of the car.
She'd had to drag him out of the clinic, all but threatening him with a Fenris beat down if he didn't ditch the scrubs for jeans and a nice shirt and come with them to the Hanged Man.
Blowing a strand of blonde hair out of her face she rolled her eyes at Anders's angst. He had absolutely nothing to be afraid of; Maeve was practically ready to rape him. Though he didn't know that, and Ashlynn didn't want to have a micropho
Of MM: Matchmaker 9"Babe, where's my scrub top?"Of MM: Matchmaker 93 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I don't know, I think I threw it over there..."
I can't help but smirk as Anders runs around his apartment like a chicken with its head cut off. He's late for his night shift and Maeve isn't helping. I can see her down the hall through the open bedroom door, lounging at the foot of his bed clad in one of his med school t-shirts and little else.
I'm here because Fenris is away, preparing for his next match. I figured that instead of pacing a hole in my bedroom floor worrying about him getting hurt, I can spend the night with Maeve.
Anders, now fully dressed, runs back to kiss her good-bye and I have to stifle a gag as I hear him moan.
I can't help it, I look down the hall...Maeve's pulled him on top of her.
"Anders your shift started twenty minutes ago!" I shout.
"Damn it!" He growls, pulling Maeve with him as he slides off the bed.
Then I hear something that makes me pause, a goofy little grin on my face...
"Love you Anders..."
Split second.Find me a way to save me from myself,Split second.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all the streets are empty of thoughts;
your company is enough. You hold me
down on a spot. I find the keys to my home,
it's your name that opens the door.
Still, all photographs are useless;
we're not in any of them. We're a dream
short of reality. We sleep constantly
waiting for the wake up call. A ring
that calls us both to the empty houses
we once left behind.
Still, we hold on; our hands untied
of one another, our wrists still tied
to our will. We look at the distance,
like we measure our own. We can't
cross our line of sight without feeling
Still, I find me ways to save me
from the thought of being emptied:
the colors you own are not yours to keep,
the flowers you leave out to dry are just
signs of when our wills don't meet,
but I leave my body on your bed,
I dream asleep for you to come.
You rarely do. You rarely walk
the distance between your steps
and the lack of your own thoughts.
All the wooden boards crack under our fe
Of MM: Matchmaker 10I shivered a bit as we stood outside the building that elegantly advertised "Madame Nicoleta". We weren't in a bad section of Lowtown, but with how people had been reacting lately to Justice's radio show, you just never knew what kind of people would be roaming the streets at this time of night. Riots had been known to break out over the most idiotic of things, though the area was quiet.Of MM: Matchmaker 103 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Oooh, Ash, you have got to see this! Isn't it pretty?"
Grinning at my friend's reaction to a shiny, I shook my head and rolled my eyes. Stepping up beside her, I looked into the window of the jewelry store next door to the psychic's.
"You know I should talk Anders into getting this for me. Even though we made up so nicely, I think he still owes me from our fight," Maeve grinned.
"Go ahead. Want me to talk him into it?" I asked, looking down at the bracelet she was pointing to. It was gorgeous, the cuff made of be
B+L: And So It Begins...B+L: And So It Begins...3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Elske is late.
She's never late.
The drive is intense; her stick thin body wound tight, hands gripping the steering wheel until the knuckles turn white as she disregards all mention of there being a speed limit.
She's late how can she be late?
She'd taken precautions, steps to ensure she was never late
But she is.
"Idiot " She hisses as she pulls into the parking lot of her destination, her jet black BMW swerving to take up two parking spaces. She doesn't care.
The world is made of ice, chilling her to the bone as she leaves her car. Wrapped in her black fur coat she shouldn't be cold but she's late and that freezes her to her very core.
Stepping inside the store she makes her purchase, grey eyes hidden behind thick sunglasses that aren't really needed indoors but she wants no chance of being noticed.
The plastic bag is far too loud for her liking, swishing against her leg as she all but runs back to her car.
She's late she's late damn it why is she
Pack Up the SmilesPack up the smiles, pack up the games,Pack Up the Smiles4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Pack up the laughter,
Pack up the names
Leave behind calm and light hearted chatter,
Abandon all hope,
Feel your heart shatter
Your time is up, now you must go
Pack up the smiles
They won't be needed you know
Though things once missed will be seen again,
It doesn't seem worth it,
Not at this end
Pack up the smiles, leave the giggles behind,
To the void with dark humor
They won't welcome your kind
Mask firmly in place? She can't see you cry,
You know she won't like it,
Let it out while you fly
Two hours to go, almost home little one,
You thought you could hide it?
Your emotions have won
Pack up the smiles, lock up your heart,
Time to be an adult,
Throw the luggage on the cart
It's time to see Mom, you know you missed her,
Oh look she brought Matt,
And your good old Step-Father
Pack up the smiles, enjoy the car ride,
Look at the mountains,
Once home you can hide
Pet all the puppies; cry out as they lick your face,
Wave at the llamas
FriendshipFriendship is for some easy to understand.Friendship8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Some count friends just by shaking a hand.
Some call friends people who hang around.
Some of us have friends to no bound.
There are people who see friends as people who they can trust.
Someone who goes through fire if he must.
Someone who you can talk to if there is a problem.
People to who it doesn't matter to them.
A friend who brings a smile to you.
A friend who respects you for what you do.
But a friend will also tell you what's wrong.
He will tell you not to steal something you long.
People have problems seeing people as their friends.
Friends are people who never tend
To bribe you, to lie to you, and never hurt you.
A friend who's there for you too.
A friend who says I love you.
I care a lot about you.
A friend who is always around.
And his love is never out of bound.
Your friend will smile when you meet.
Your friend will smile each time you greet.
A friend comforts you with soul.
A friend makes your heart whole.
You will never feel alon
Side by Side: Tauriel x Fem!ReaderImagine Tauriel’s delight at having another female warrior by her side.Side by Side: Tauriel x Fem!Reader1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
The red-haired elf stared at you with wide, curious eyes. It wasn’t quite common that someone she would be summoned and find herself standing with one that she does not know – let alone a female elf sporting a sword on both sides of her hips – considering that the only reason the elven king, Thanduil, usually communicated with her was when she’d report to him with news of completed patrols and protection of Mirkwood. Her green eyes scanned your form up and down before looking back at the nonchalant male standing in front of the two of you.
“Forgive me, my lord... but may I ask who she is?” Tauriel asked, gesturing to you with a quick glance. The king glanced at you as well before turning his attention to the Captain of the Guard. He gave her your name before further introducing you.
“This young one will need a partner to fight and patrol with.” he said, s
Formal WearGrimacing a little, James tugged at the collar of his shirt. He was glad that Shepard had invited him along and all, but he definitely wasn’t one for formal wear. Damn, he was burning up in this suit. He hoped Shepard would hurry it up.Formal Wear2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“No one laugh,” a voice upstairs said.
“I’m sure you look fine.” Liara replied, smiling a little.
A sigh. A pause. Then Shepard appeared from around the corner. Vega clenched his jaw to keep it from dropping open. The dress, black, lovingly hugged every curve on Shepard’s body. Her dark wavy hair was piled up in an elaborate hairstyle, one errant curl of hair lay against her neck. Black pumps made her already fantastic legs look out of this world.
Shepard stopped at the top of the stairs, looking down at her friends and comrades. Her lips were puckered, she looked like she was ready for raucous laughter to greet her.
Vega licked his suddenly dry lips. “Commander, you look…”
Cassandria the Assassin Part 1My body was losing a lot of blood. The white quilt that was loosely wrapped around my body was soaked in the scarlet liquid. I had a battle with my endurance; I tested how much a person needed before unconsciousness took over. My serrated wounds were crossed with black and blue blemishes, each one telling a short story of how they happened in almost an instant without mercy. I gritted my teeth and forcefully shook my head side to side, prolonging my knock out that should have been executed hours ago.Cassandria the Assassin Part 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Seeking comfort, I brought my sore legs up to my stomach, curling myself into a frail cocoon position. The pain that existed through my veins never ceased; it felt like my blood was replaced with crippling poison. My heart thumped my chest, wanting and longing for a break from the mixture of lingering adrenaline and hatred. I felt broken, yet I resisted. The smell of iron loitered in my nostrils and a putrid taste of phlegm bleached my throat. Every night after training, I was expected to
The Grace Given to MeThe Lord of the Rings fanfiction: How do you know that today is the day to die? How do you spend your last day? The thoughts of Aragorn.The Grace Given to Me4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It is time. I know it just as the birds know when to obey the calling of the wind and fly away from the cold lands to feel the sunrays on their wings again. I know it just as the tree knows when to say farewell to its leaves, watching them flutter to the ground one by one and giving something of itself with every leaf. I know that my time has come.
Sometimes I wondered how I would recognize it. How does a man know that he has reached the point where he can leave with dignity and greatness like the kings of old? How does he know that today is the day to die? It could be tomorrow and tomorrow again. One more day not for myself, but for the ones that I love. How can I leave them to grieving? How many times was I near death and only their love returned me to life, showed me the way through the shadows? How can I abandon the
Iraqi Pilot Returns - StoryBy U.S. Air Force Staff Sgt. Christopher FrostIraqi Pilot Returns - Story7 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
KIRKUK, Iraq By age 15, his destiny was already set by Saddam Husseins regime he was to become a fighter pilot, a necessity in the bloody war with Iran. He took the controls of a Bravo, a single engine, propeller-driven training aircraft, and performed his first solo flight before most Americans could even drive.
Today, Iraqi Air Force Maj. Abbas, his name changed in this story for security reasons, serves once again in the Iraqi Air Force, but hes no longer asked to fly for the dictator but to fly for his country.
Abbas is an instructor pilot with the Iraqi Flying Training School in Kirkuk, Iraq, where he teaches initial pilot training to future Iraqi pilots. Like many instructor pilots who have returned to the school to teach, he was a fighter pilot under Husseins regime with a great deal of experience and training.
My education was only for flying, said Abbas, while he kept watch over a pitche
Binary Alphabet.ALPHABET IN BINARY, CAPITAL LETTERSBinary Alphabet.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
ALPHABET IN BINARY, LOWER CASE
THIS IS FOR YOU.Hey you, yes you,THIS IS FOR YOU.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The girl in the mirror
The one who feels
She will always be inferior
I’m talking to you
The one who isn’t the right size
The right height
The one who isn’t somebody’s “prize”
I know it may seem
That your ‘Midas’s touch’ is broken
And everything you touch
You are unique,
Even if it doesn’t seem true,
You are perfectly wonderful
At simply being YOU
Hey you, yes you
The one with the cuts across her arms
Playing a game called life
That you never seem to win
Hey you, yes you
The girl who never eats
Don’t worry about being perfect
It’s not possible, so why chase a false dream
I know it seems that the grass may be greener
On someone else’s yard
But the ‘water bill’ is always higher
To keep up that illusion.
The girl who cries herself to sleep
The ones who are scared of the dark
The ones who are scared to be touched
The ones who are scared to speak up
Hey you. YES YOU!
Two Kinds, One NationFor over thousands of generations, the crystallians and the animatials are a divided race in the world of Ilumaa. Since the dawn of time, the crystallians and the animatials are archrivals, due to their different beliefs. The animatials love technologies, utopian cities, and advanced media. The crystallians, on the other hand, prefer the spirit of nature, the sound of birds singing, and the beauty of the environment. Their differences set them far apart from each other, often declaring war on each other to prove which has the better belief. Let us glance at each of these mystical creatures…Two Kinds, One Nation2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The crystallians have some resemblance to humans, elves and dwarves. But they have more differences than similarities: they lack noses and ears, but that was both replaced by the diamonds in their heads called crystallites. Crystallites not only allow them to hear and breathe, but they also allow them to secretly communicate with each other, and also give them incredible powers. They l
Inauspicious Lips"Inauspicious Lips"Inauspicious Lips2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your inauspicious lips and your vile slender hips,
As a drop of blood slips,
Down from the tips of the razor blades,
Hoping that the pain fades,
You're done with the charades,
Wrists full of band-aids,
It's a kind of pain that escalates,
Beyond all reason,
Can't comprehend the treason,
That life as dealt you,
And you wish that every body just knew,
How hard it is for you to push through,
Trying not to end it all,
So for now you just stall,
Until you receive the blissful call of death,
When you draw that one final breath,
When your inauspicious lips,
And your vile slender hips,
Tremble no more.
Sanctuary in FlamesSanctuary in Flames2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I’m barefoot again, toes curling in the soft grass as I watch the night rise, waiting for the light show. The stars here shine brighter than I’ve ever seen, and sometimes the sky is streaked with ribbons of sea green and violet. It’s the Northern Lights, I think. Whatever it is, it’s truly breathtaking. Colors swirling slowly like an acid trip galaxy, I can’t help but stare. This place is unbelievable.
With a chuckle I wonder if I’m on another planet.
I take slow steps into the yard, it’s warm tonight and I’m feeling lazy. Plopping down in an Adirondack chair I give a small wave to Andy and he’s scowling, having spotted the bottle of wine in my hands.
“I’ll share,” I offer even though I know he doesn’t drink, at least not while he’s working.
He sighs and leans back into his chair staring out into the horizon. I’m surprised that he doesn’t speak; I thought for sure he’d object.
VisionThere is a place in this world, full of legends, mysterious happenings, phenomenons and even a hint of magic. It's got its very own language and culture. It's a place free from any rules and borders. Where everybody can become who they want to be: the greatest hero, the most devilish villain or the legend itself. A place always changing and expanding, building one dimension after another, grouping, seperating and freeing itself. It refuses to bend to any rules, yet listenes to everything anybody says, spreads information and behaviour of no apparent importance. Those no one would listen to or look at are getting the world's attention. Things once removed come back over and over again, no matter how much you fight it.Vision1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
It's a place of rebellion, revolution and freedom, of shift, change and movement, of evolution and construction. It's a living thing, a collective mind, controlled by billions of forces of equal power.
this is the internet.
EPIC RAP BATTLE GINGAAKAM versuuus.. LEXETEPIC RAP BATTLE GINGAAKAM versuuus.. LEXET2 years ago in Humor More Like This
EPIC RAP BATTLES OF DEVIANTART
I keep competition tight
Nobody will win faster
You're all bark and no write
I'm the storyline master
When it comes to your comics I'm not amused
And now I'll ask the creepypastas
"Guys, don't you realise you're being abused?"
Besides, why do you need so many?
I did fine with just slendy
But you rely on every freaking one
I wonder how much time you spendy
On each artwork til its done
If my proxy comics were real
Every time you saw slendy you'd jump
Cos I bring out the real horror
In the tale of slenderman
You turn good creepypastas into satire
But it's a proper slendy story
In the current highest demand
Yup, it is as I thought
I already gained the winning edge
Do I have any regrets? Nought.
All my characters are fully fledged
And don't you pick on how much time it takes
For me to make my art
You can spend weeks on one "Proxies" page
I produce masterpieces every day
And at least I have a creepy OC