Why don't You Love Me?-EnglandxReaderI find you enriching, a person beyond me yet at the same time so far behind. You have a tang to you that I'm not to sure I like, and so I keep tasting and tasting hoping to figure it out. I've yet to and you think I'd grow bored with you but you have a way of entrancing people. Maybe it's those eyes or perhaps that delicate smile, I've yet to figure it out.. I hope to one day though. Which isn't good, I'm not suppose to care this much you know? It just isn't the way things are meant to be. Yet you have wound your way into my system and become much like the coffee I hate, addictive. It's why I refuse to drink that dark slosh, it's rather amusing though how easily I fell into your trap and allowed myself a taste of you. I must be weaker than I thought, that certainly isn't good.Why don't You Love Me?-EnglandxReader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But what can I do I have already fallen hard, much like a shot down bird. You should be careful where you aim your rifle it's deadly I tell you. Try and be consideret will you? You haven't the slightest clue on
Dead, Inside and OutI scream, but nobody hearsDead, Inside and Out2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cry, but nobody cares
I look, but I do not find
I try, but I do not die
I wake, but I never really sleep
I eat, but I never really taste
I long, but I never really know
I try to stay, but it is time to go
I slumber, but I do not wake
I crack, but I do not break
I gasp, but I do not breath
I swallow, but I do not sneeze
I am floating, through the pale air
I am moving, though I do not care
I am strangled with tears, yet I do not pout
I am dead, inside and out.
Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt.23Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt.231 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Pitch Black, the Boogeyman, was someone you had never truly believed in and had hardly ever heard him mentioned. Maybe you should have paid attention when Jack had mention him, but you had disregarded him and had forgot what he had mention about such a man.
He was bad. That is what you knew; Pitch Black was what nightmares were made of, or what commanded them. Your thoughts were muddled by your nightmare, by his appearance in your reality, by your mother’s and Ruben’s reaction when you kept screaming for them to turn around and look at the threat behind them.
There was another fact that couldn’t be ignored by your analytical mind, and that was how his sole presence affected the atmosphere of the room, the attitude of those inside the room, how he was able to affect the state of your mind.
I should have paid attention,’ you thought, and the previous thoughts you had had before the nightmare were partially answered; Jack hadn’t been a fixation
RipRipRip2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all our lives
to piece together reality,
I finally accepted reality
it was not perfect
nor ever would be
I never would accept
without an acceptation
To continue my nights dreaming
A dream in my heart
I needed to keep that
Every night laying in my bed
covers pulling me into the warmth
Sometimes I drift to sleep crying
or with excitement for the day that would unfold in a matter of hours
I closed my eyes in bliss of the calm atmosphere
with cold wind from the window licking at my exposed neck and face
I fell away from the earth
to a place where anything could happen
There was a life with exceptional reasons to
It was perfect
The boy I seemed to know for years
The failed suicidal attempt
I danced in the field
The outside world held a clock that read three
He kneeled in front of my form
and held a ring high for me to see
he asked me those perfect words
they came from his mouth to my ears
Joy filled my
the drifterthe drifter1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i tried to tell you that Marley was a ghost,
but you wanted to walk with wings
across gleaming midnight.
How marvelous, this stone stands
sturdy and musty; this glorious church holding up a ticking sun
that slowly cracks the trippy stained glass.
you drilled way below the church stone,
and found dried palm leaves and old joints
like clues to the map of an exceptional life.
I love this torrential literature,
I love a racing heart.
i cannot sleep, i keep dreaming,
ezekiel's visions leave me breathless.
Take it up with the Big Man.
Surely the cannabis creator
must exude a presence that lingers on synapses.
i've lost my ability to fly.
a tender sky with reddening clouds,
the sights of death give birth to no life.
Well, I'm l
PKMN Creepypasta: Shiny Arceus"Hmm, let's see..." I said aloud, listening to music while I was browsing the internet, a habit of mine, but enjoyable too.PKMN Creepypasta: Shiny Arceus3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I exited Serebii Forums and opened up a new browser. I typed in 'Wonder Mail S Codes'. I had completed PMD: Explorers of Sky for about the third time, and I was ready to try something new.
Well, not really. I had used tons of Wonder Mail codes on my Explorers of Darkness game, until it got to the point where the game just wasn't fun anymore. Because the game was so precious to me, I couldn't bear to erase the save file, so I just left the game, and haven't played it since.
My Explorers of Sky game, however, was untouched by Wonder Mail S. Until now.
I clicked on the first thing from the top that popped up when I clicked 'Enter'. I looked at the codes that were listed. Nothing too interesting, just the ordinary rare item reward Wonder Mail S. But one of them did catch my eye.
The Wonder Mail S was called. 'Recruit shiny Arceus'. I stared at it in shock. "I didn't k
Love Reaps part 1Love Reaps part 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The world, it is a place full of mystery, happiness and grief. However in my world it's filled with death and love, well mostly death; if you're wondering why this is, it is because all through my life I have had countless near death experiences, so many in fact that sometimes I'm not sure if I'm alive or not. This is what got me obsessed with the Grim Reaper or as the skeleton with a scythe who harvests your souls. I would spend hours upon hours trying to learn about this bringer of death. This dark character that feeds upon your souls and is everyone's worst nightmare...unless you want to die.
"Come out, come out from where ever you are!" the fair haired woman cried out. "I give up now, you win!"
The park was empty and silent, besides the rustling of the pine trees, and the muffled words of the wind. The fair haired woman was out in the open of the park, wind whipping her hair across her tanned slender face.
"BOO!" a little pale, dark haired girl shouted. The fair haired woman
Forgotten Today, Gone TomorrowI saw you with another todayForgotten Today, Gone Tomorrow1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You both smiled and talked as I watched
And even though I was the one you invited
It seems you’re with someone else
As you both embraced I just stood and watched
Feeling a crack on my chest
And you gazed at one another
With something you had never shown me
Or even cared to
Your body seemed so warm just then
But I felt so cold
Because you were embracing someone you thought beautiful
While I was left feeling ugly and old
You caressed their face with your hands
The same hands that were so kind to me
And you slowly took their lips to yours
The same lips that said ‘I love you’ to me
This moment just never seems to end
To your pleasure
For my pain
And you ignored the one you originally had
And only gazed out to someone else instead
And as I watched this whole affair
I started to drown in my own despair
There was nothing I could do but admit to myself
That there had never been any hope for you and me
Because you looked at someone else today
Creepypasta: Blood-RedCreepypasta: Blood-Red4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
THIS WORK IS MORE THAN THREE YEARS OLD. I HAVE SINCE IMPROVED. PLEASE REFRAIN FROM COMMENTING ON HOW BAD IT IS UNLESS YOU FEEL THAT YOU HAVE A UNIQUE LOOK ON HOW TO IMPROVE OR WHAT WENT WRONG. Thank you for your patience.
I used to love Absol. I've been a pokemon breeder for 3 years of my life, but never have I bred such a creature as Absol.
One day when I was returning another trainer's pokemon and egg, he offered to sell me an Absol for breeding. I already had one, and I bred it with Ditto sometimes when people needed Absols, but the only chance of breeding a shiny is only possible with two of the same species.
"What gender is it?" I asked suspiciously. I already had a male Absol.
"Female," the trainer replied with a grin. "C'mon, Jean, I know you have a male. My friend isn't training Absols anymore, so she offered to give me one. You know I've got one already, but I took it for you. You can have it - at a moderate price, of course."
"How much?" I demanded, fishing
Fall in love with a girl who writes.Fall in love with a girl who readsFall in love with a girl who writes.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and writes, because
she will remember the day that
your eyes fell in love with
She will remember what you
wore on the night of
your first date, and
the comment that you
made about the child
six tables across from
She will smile at you, and tell
you that your eyes are a
mixture of water and
fresh cut grass;
two beautiful hues of
her favorite colors.
She will blush and touch
her knuckles to her
chin as she rests
her eyes on your
Fall in love with a girl who writes
because she will hold all of
the happiness that you
could ever want;
she is all you would ever
Don't Lie to MeYour whispers are poisonedDon't Lie to Me1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your words, an addiction
And you speak your lies,
With clouded conviction
You expect me to behave
And to keep walking blind
When now, my eyes are open
In front, as well as behind
Do not simply mock me
And think I cannot hear
Because my ears are listening
Like a weary, surviving deer
So don't tell me your lies
And save your fake pity
Because I'm here to live,
Not to play dumb ditsy
I am waiting...I am waiting...I am waiting...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am waiting for someone who can make my world happy.
I am waiting for the spark I felt when I was just an oblivious kid.
I am waiting for the truth.
I am waiting for the pain to dissappear.
I am waiting for the illness to vanish.
I know that I am not a perfect being and for once, I need someone to be there for me to help me get through these hardships and pain so...
I'll be waiting...
Residents of DarknessYou can feel the wind blow on your faceResidents of Darkness1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
As your turn into this dark, empty place
Where there is no room or any space
Yet there is enough room for you to pace
And you shudder in the cold, dry air
Why do you come here, why do you dare?
This is not the place for you to stare
Where there are no such things as love and care
Do you feel numbness in your bones?
Do you wish to cry out as you hear moans?
And fear creeps inside with ominous tones
As you hear the voices of whispering drones
You try to get out, but you are stuck inside
Where you are now trapped with those who reside
Now you are doomed with no way outside
As your instincts for survival now collide
Can you hear them coming closer to you?
Do you see their bodies, lifeless and gray-blue?
Can you feel your fate now coming true,
As you are about to be dead like them too?
Oh how their cold hands clamor for your warm skin
Greedy for the life that your body holds within
Leaving you to have your last thoughts of sin
Thoughts of how your lif
Sewing KitSewing KitSewing Kit2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
People say they like me because I'm quiet
Maybe that is the key
Should I never say a thing?
Should I now cease to sing?
If I sewed my mouth shut with thread,
Would people like me then?
If I were allowed to speak, where and when?
Keep all my thoughts and words to myself all day,
And let time do me away
What if my words could change a life?
But I felt it safer to hide?
Behind a mask of wordless sorrow,
Hoping a few admiring friends would follow.
I'm a young lady wrapped in chains, my vocal cords unused,
Not to my muse.
But once in a while I will cut the thread,
Open my mouth,
And hope for wise words to flow~~~
Pokemon AuraBlack Creepypasta My cousin knows I'm a Lucario fangirl, and he also knows I'm easy to scare. So when he gave me a blue DS card, I stared at him in wonder.Pokemon AuraBlack Creepypasta4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Have fun fangirl." He tossed me the case and I couldn't believe my eyes.
Pokemon AuaBlack Version.
I swear I let out the loudest fangirl squeal EVER. I put the game into my DSi, eager to see how well Ben made the game. I didn't even notice him next to me, all I cared about was the game now. I clicked new game and was surprsed when Sir Aaron walked onto the screen. And the graphics? Better than Pokemon B/W! He pulled out his staff and looked at me. Not only was there a text box, but his VOICE.
"Stay still. I need to know your Aura pattern." He pointed his staff at me and it began to glow and shake. I stayed perfectly still, waiting to hear his voice again. "I see...judging by your Aura pattern...you are a female named Rachel...and you......" stared at the screen confused. He had di
DANCER creepypasta SPANISHMiré la pantalla de mi Ds. En ella podía ver al Gardevoir apodado DANCER que acababa de recibir.DANCER creepypasta SPANISH4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Qué pokémon más bonito. Mientras admiraba al Gardevoir, Alejandra empezó a contarme sobre cómo lo consiguió .Como si me importara. A mí lo único que me importaba era ganar al líder de los pokémon de tipo lucha.
Fingí escucharla mientras curioseaba sus estadísticas. También busqué la descripción de Gardevoir en la pokedex.
"Para proteger a su entrenador emplea todo su poder psíquico en crear un pequeño agujero negro"
¿Agujero negro? Investigué sus ataques. No había ningún ataque con ese nombre. Qué decepción. Durante todo ese tiempo Ale no paró de hablar. De vez en cuando nombraba algo sobre un huevo malo, pero ciertamente no me interesaba. Me apetecía ir a jugar a casa, así que me despedí asegurándole que le devolvería su pok
iNsAnEWhen I was young, about 7 years old, my family went on a vacation. It was just around my birthday, and I can remember being upset because I wanted to have a party with my friends. On the morning that we were going to leave, my parents gave me a present. It was a hot pink gameboy color, with a game called "Pokemon Crystal Version". Now, I didn't know much about pokemon, only that my brothers loved to watch the show. I knew Pikachu, Squirtle, Bulbasaur, and Charmander but that was about it. I had no idea that Pokemon was also a game.iNsAnE4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Regardless of that, I was overjoyed with my new game. I played it right away. And let me just say that I never stopped playing it over the 20 or so hours of driving we did. The starter I picked was Totodile. I named him Tody. Tody was my favorite pokemon. I spent hours training him in the grass just outside of New Bark Town. By the time I actually did get to Violet City, Tody was a Croconaw, and the rest of my pokemon were still level 5 or 6.
I explored Viol
A White CrayonI'm like a white crayon in a box of crayons …A White Crayon2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Sitting there in my corner quietly , watching all the other colors being selected and used ,each one of them is taking its role in coloring a pretty drawing , While I remain sharp and clean ,unused .
But I try my best to hold this thin thread of hope . A hope that ,one day ,a skillful artist will come and he'll know my value ,my worth ,my beauty .
To him ,I'll be the most useful color ,the crayon that he can't live without . And together ,we shall draw the most beautiful paintings .
I'll keep this hope as much as I can ,wishing that the box won't be thrown away before that artist come .
Crona x ReaderCrona x Reader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Name) smiled softly. “Alright (Name)!! Today you tell Crona how you feel!!” She said giving herself a pep talk. (Name) took a deep breath. She fixed the red and white sundress she wore.
(Name) turned slightly and saw her younger brother Kazuma. “Yeah?” She asks. “Someone is here to see you.” He replied before disappearing. (Name) slipped on her sandals and heads downstairs and opens the door. “Good Afternoon Crona.” (Name) said smiling. The pink-haired demon meister blushed. “H-hey (N-name).” He said. (Name) chuckles softly. “So (Name)-nee-san has a date?” Her brother Kazuma asks. (Name) looks at her brother. “Kazuma, why do you care?” She asked. The younger child of the (Last Name) household smiled cutely. “I don’t!~ I just care about (Name)-nee-san’s happiness!!~” He said skipping off. “Weird child..” (Name) mutters. Crona chuckles.
When I Was a ChildWhen I was a childWhen I Was a Child2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I tried to kill myself seven times,
But it turns out something
Soulless and empty
Refuses to let itself die.
When I was a child,
I was scared of my own eyes—
Oh, they terrified me,
Because their light reminded me
That I am alive.
When I was a child,
They taught me to think
That I was not like all the rest.
That I was an empty thing,
An ugly creature,
A soulless changeling
That had intruded upon their lives.
And the people that were meant to love me
Only taught me how to cry,
Taught me how to hate
That I am alive.
I am still a child,
Though I like to think I’m not,
And I still have trouble
Looking myself in the eye.
I have learned that this is a bitter place
Painted colours by my madness,
Where errant and airy thoughts drift by
Whose wings I have lit on fire.
I am still a child,
But I am a hollow, broken thing
With frightened, suffering eyes.
Still, my mind is pleading
That my heart will soon stop beating,
But somehow I survive.
I still he
OHSHC-A tale of Jealous love 1OHSHC-A tale of Jealous love 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter one: Lone rose
Lately things have been different, or at least that's what many people have been telling me. I guess they're right, I know the changes are happening but...I just don't want to see them. Change is good but to me...in this case...I'm afraid I'll lose the person I care for more than anything else in my life. It started that night we made up because fought due to boredom and we went back home...my brother and I.
"Hikaru I know you love her. I know you love Haruhi. I can see it in your eyes...and the way you act around her--"
"So what if I do like her Kaoru? What then? You like her to right? Well maybe we can share her...or something!"
"Hika...you can't share a person! SOMETHINGS AREN'T MEANT TO BE SHARED! LISTEN TO DAMN REASON!"
"KAORU DON'T YELL AT ME ABOUT REASON!" *Slap*
...I didn't think he would hit me. There was always just us, Him and I, My brother and Me, Hikaru and kaoru...our world. Little by little I could see OUR WORLD shattering in
A Report on Jeff the KillerJeff the Killer? Ah, now /that/'s a name I remember. That kid has caused such a ruckus, it's unbelievable. But damn, does he deserve the reputation and infame he gets. Especially considering I've had my own run-ins with him. I'm personally not too fond of those memories, but if you're really interested, I guess I might as well tell 'em.A Report on Jeff the Killer3 years ago in Horror More Like This
First, here's his information we've gathered:
Name: Jeffery Derrik Styles
Height: Around 5'9
Weight: Last weighed was 128 lb.
Appearance: Last seen with shaggy black hair, white, bloodstained hood, and black dress pants. Eyelids are cut out, skin pale white, lips are cut out making a jack-o-lantern esque smile is carved into face.
Crimes: Murder of his mother, seven teenagers, two children, three young adults, an adult, and attempted murder assault of teenager and teen's father.
Yeah, that kid has a lot of murders on his shoulders. A /lot/, and it still frustrates me to no end how we still haven't caught him yet a
Dead!PrussiaxReader .:Little Talks:.Dead!PrussiaxReader .:Little Talks:.1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
I don't like walkin' around
This old and empty house
So hold my hand
I'll walk with you my dear
The stairs creak as you sleep
It's keeping me awake
It's the house telling you
To close your eyes
You sighed heavily as you walked through your old and empty house. A few years ago, you'd gotten rid of everything except what you absolutely needed. They all held too many memories. Memories that you wanted to forget. You hated walking there alone, especially at night. You were trying to turn out all the lights before going to bed, but now that it was only you, you no longer felt safe. You no longer felt warm. You just felt alone.
Suddenly, you felt a draft of air rush by you. As you walked up the stairs, the air brushed up against your fingers, and then you felt as if someone was s
Seasons May Change: Chapter 7The walk back was a silent one. Hiccup's mind was buzzing with so many thoughts and questions that speaking was the last thing on his mind. Leaving the Elder's hadn't calmed him down much at all.Seasons May Change: Chapter 74 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
And now, sitting on his bed, he realized that it was only noon, but already he felt like his head might burst from everything that had happened.
From the doorway came a soft croon, and Hiccup lifted his gaze to see Toothless standing there, looking at him worriedly. He gave a soft smile, and motioned for Toothless to come over. The dragon walked into the room and took a seat on the bed next to him.
He swept a hand through his hair, letting out a long breath as he did so. Looked at Toothless. "So, just to make sure I have this straight," he said tiredly. "You were gone for eight days. During that time, you were off, somewhere, making a deal with the Gods." He paused for a moment, still unable to completely take in that information. "So you could take on this form? And all of that leads b