Wendy and Peter PanLet's pretend for a whileWendy and Peter Pan9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So in our pain we can smile
As we got to a place where we're happy
I'll be Wendy
And you'll be Peter Pan
Take my hand
Sprinkle fairy dust on me from Tinkerbell
So I can fly with you out of this hell
Let's be Wendy and Peter Pan
Flying off to Neverland
To leave this world behind
With no sorrow in mind
I am Wendy
And you are Peter Pan
Holding hands as we fly to Neverland
Leaving Captain Hook in reality
Unable to fire his cannons at us
To make us crash and burn
Second Star to the Right: PrologueSecond Star to the Right: Prologue1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Second Star to the Right: Prologue
In the beautiful realm of Neverland yet another sun began to set, leaving the sky a mixture of brilliant pinks, oranges, and a dapple blood red.
From the deck of the infamous Jolly Roger, a single man stood gazing up at the skyline, lost deep in thought. True, he had seen more than his fair share of sunrises and sunsets, but never before had there been so much red.
With solemn eyes, Captain James Hook watched as the vibrant color soaked up the clouds like a sponge and spread to every visible corner of the sky. It was a breathtaking sight, if only the man had actually been focused on the colorful goodbye of the sun. But in truth, his mind was far beyond the subtle novelties of such a natural occurrence.
Originally, the pirate had come out onto the deck to gain purchase to his thoughts, and find a quiet space. And instead of going to his cabin, he had opted for the deck. For it was once more the
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.
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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
Otherworld: The End?Kriss gathered with the rest of the heroes when it was decided for all them to return home. She heard the reason why Vigil was against them assisting the rebels of this dimension in the first place.Otherworld: The End?1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Upon their return, Kriss did not stick around with the others. Aside from getting in touch with the Order, she wanted to mediate on the decision that was obviously not a unanimous one despite no protest. If Vigil was right about the balance between the two dimensions, would the rebellion Kriss and the others assisted face severe retaliation from the criminal syndicate that could result in their annihilation? Do they sacrifice thousands of lives to save billions?
Kriss was no stranger to moral dilemmas. Given all that had came about during their time in the alternate world, one could question if it was all in vain. Finding the self-confidence to overcome doubt in yourself as Spark Maiden did, making a better life for another like Chill had, or, in the case of Captain Cape's case, makin
To My Dearest Peter PanDear Peter,To My Dearest Peter Pan12 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
take me away.
take me so very far away,
to your never neverland,
so that i will never ever have to grow up.
My Dearest Peter Pan,
let me kiss the stars with you.
Let me kiss your rosy lips,
and let the stars witness my devotion
to the never-ending love
of my childhood.
My Dearest Peter,
i'm still waiting for you
to come through my window,
just as you did when i was a young babe.
Dear Mr. Pan,
i've waited and waited,
and i watch my window every night
just in hopes
that i'll see your mischevious shadow
lurking in on me,
as he did in those long ago days.
To My Dearest Mr. Peter Pan,
I don't think you're coming.
I've started to give up all hope
of ever seeing you again.
Never again will I be able to
caress your hand or kiss your soft lips.
I suppose this is where I say,
growing up can't be all bad.
I wish i could,
but i can't without lying to you.
This is addressed to a Mr. Peter Pan,
in hopes that someday,
he will come and sweep me off my feet.
I suppose that will only
Cazar ideasCazar ideas4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
No hay nada más frustrante que un artist block y para mí no hay nada más frustrante que leer eso de alguien más.
Sé que deben haber otros tuts con cómo salir de un artist block, así que simplemente me basaré en cómo pueden cazar la inspiración, estén bloqueados o no, pero primero deben responder a la pregunta:
¿Me satisface lo que hago?
Si están bloqueados es porque necesitan simplemente un cambio de aires, uno se aburre hasta de lo que más le gusta hacer. Ahora, si están bloqueados tipo "nada me sale" o "no puedo hacer nada" y el cambio de aires no es una idea a aceptar, lo tomaría como que son esclavos de lo que hacen y por eso tanto su imaginación como su cuerpo (el "plasmador" de obras) se rebelan. Pongan atención a sus estados y no vayan en su contra, eso empeora el caso. Si ya no pueden dibujar, escriban, si no escriben, lean, vean películas, hagan deporte, jueguen videojue
Snape's Confession-fan ficSnapes ConfessionSnape's Confession-fan fic8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Severus did not know why he was there. He had not made a conscious decision to be there. He just was. He could hear laughter, and feel the air brimming with anticipation. It made him feel sick. He pressed his forehead against the wall and closed his eyes. He hoped this would make his head stop spinning, help him to gather this thoughts, but it did not. His breaths came quickly, his heart beating way to fast.
I cannot be seen, he thought. Not by anyone.
She knew it was normal to feel unsettled on such a day every married woman she knew had told her that your wedding day is one of the scariest days of your life - but she still couldnt help thinking that pre-wedding jitters didnt feel quite like this. She just couldnt shake this feeling of uneasiness, and she was sure it was somehow connected to the fact that she simply could not stop thinking about Severus Snape. Why? Of course she still thought about him, but it always brough
Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 1It was late and after a long day you crawled into your bed. Your head was already swimming with the thoughts of all that you had to do tomorrow. Ever since you turned eighteen it seemed your once peaceful world had been turned upside-down and filled with nothing but one headache after another. You had been so busy lately with tiresome tasks and newfound responsibilities. Sometimes it felt like you were drowning in a sea of drama and stress. You always tried your best to keep your head above water and keep soldiering on, but it always seemed as if there was always something new only too eager to try and drag you down. Exhausted both mentally and physically you turned your head to glance at your alarm clock. The time was exactly at 11:11pm. Remembering the superstition that this was the time to make wishes on you indulged in a little folly and closed your eyes. You thought for a second on what to wish for love money world peace? No, none of those things seemed appealing atOlder Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
RealityReality4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"You know Regina; I was quite confused at first when you threatened me at the station, but after deliberation I know what you've done. And let me be the first to tell you it wasn't a very good idea."
Emma watched next to Henry as Mr Gold stood confidently in the middle of Town Hall, threatening Regina in front of everyone, but she didn't look very threatened. On the contrary the mayor looked just as cocky as he did and she extended him a naughty smile from behind her podium.
"I think you should have been more careful about who you let into your company. So often I've thought that love is a weakness and so often I am proved right and this right here is the perfect proof." She said, gesturing at him and swaggering away from her podium on the stage.
"You've proved nothing witch." He spoke in a voice Emma hardly recognised; cold, cruel and calculating, not the gentle and sadistic sound she was used to.
"Oh but I have. Love is a weak spot so many have. Who'd have thought that of all pe
Worth Getting Hooked Ch1Worth Getting Hooked Ch15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan or it's characters
This is inspired by KP-chan's work, Through My Eyes, so go read that too!
Kisses For A Disney Villain
What was supposed to be a simple sleepover, play a few games, watch a movie, and go to bed by no later than 12am, escalated to so much more. We had eaten ice-cream, varies candies, and other sweets giving us a major sugar high with even more junk food sitting on the table waiting for us, and it was now 11:30. The morning was going to be dreadful as we all had to work, but all five of us rarely got to be together so we went all out. The Disney trivia game we had started turned out to be a lot harder than we thought and was changed to a sort of Disney truth or dare while watching the movie, which turned out to be much more fun anyway. First was The Little Mermaid, which we just finished, and now was Peter Pan.
"Whose favorite villain is Hook?" Said one of my overly excited friends. The mentioned villain was on the scr
Severus and Lily: part1Severus and Lily...Always. PART 1Severus and Lily: part18 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Please note: if you havent read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, and dont want any spoilers, DONT READ ANY FURTHER! Ok great, now that thats out of the way, here is my attempt at a Lily/Severus Fan-Fic the beginning part isnt great, but just bear with it, I needed to introduce a setting/scene and all it gets better as you go.. (p.s. Severus Snape rox my sox !!!!
Severus sat alone in the grounds near the lake. He was leaning against a tree, surrounded by mounds of library books, and appears at first glance to be writing something, but as Lily approaches she realizes that his hand is still on the parchment and is staring absently out over the water.
Hey, Sev. Severus broke out of his daydream and smiled up at Lily.
Hey, Lily. She sat down and glanced at the pile of now abandoned parchment. Studying hard? she asked.
I should be, I havent been paying
The Devil for TeaEveryone knows that when you go to Storybrooke, the place for great coffee is Granny's Diner. Also, the apple pie there is heavenly, but whenever the menu says 'made using apples donated generously from Mayor Regina', don't order it! Believe me; I learned that lesson through a bad case of indigestion.The Devil for Tea4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But what if you want a good cup of tea and it's the middle of the afternoon, i.e. when Granny's is closed? You come to my place of course. Or at least Mr. Gold does every once in a while. He'll never say this to anyone, but he actually likes to drop by my house for more than just the monthly rent, something I picked up on when I gave him shelter from that horrible storm a couple weeks back. He told me Mary Margaret had gone out to the animal shelter about a dove she had found in the woods, but he hadn't heard much else. I told him I wouldn't know what happened to her, but what from what little I knew about the ni
Jeff the KillerJeff the KillerJeff the Killer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is what I see through eyes I can’t shut
And this very colour flows through each vein
Everyone looks the same inside, but
In their souls they are like me, we all cause pain
This is the natural state of the world
I hate the weak and prey on the strong
Every great plan fails before it is unfurled
I will see this through, I will kill every wrong
This is how things will be when I’m done
With no one left there will be no death
I only scare them because I've already won
My blade has a hypocrite as its sheathe
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?
Schizophrenia"Hear that?"Schizophrenia6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
They never do
The Author's VanityDescriptions mean nothing. I could sit here and describe for you a million fairytale paradises, a thousand grimy streets, a hundred marble banquet halls. I could paint you a picture of weather- one so real you can taste the heavy warmth of the thunderstorm on the horizon, feel the plump droplets melt against you skin, see the erie yellow light that turns all the houses into paper cut-outs of themselves. I can carry you into the heart of a raging blizzard, leave you there to be bitten and gnawed by frozen, invisible jaws- the screaming fangs that dig deep into your bones-The Author's Vanity4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And I could take you out again, pluck you up with agile fingers- ones that know their craft- ones that never feel a need to hesitate or tremble. Perfect fingers comprised of words alone, built with layers of understanding and strengthened by ignorance. In these fingers- in these hands- you will feel safe and I shall feel strong, and I shall lift you up and out of the storm I have created, and la
The Cheshire PrinceAlice opened the door and slammed it shut. She leaned against it in attempt the keep the annoyingly sneezing duchess and her psycho maid, who kept throwing every single object at everyone, inside the house. She knew they wouldnt leave their spot from the kitchen, but with all the madness happening in there was enough to drive even her insane. Closing her blue eyes she let in a deep breath of the windy air to relax her nerves, and sighed out loudly. This wonderland of a world was getting on her nerves. Nothing made any sense to her and she always ended up getting into more trouble then she already was. God help me.The Cheshire Prince6 years ago in Teen More Like This
It looks like a lonesome girl is troubled, said a purr rumbling sound of a voice. Alice looked around her but saw no one in sight. Puzzled she walked up to the gate and looked around again. If youre looking for a voice then all you have to do is look up. The mysterious voice said to her confusion.
It took her a minute to
Online"I have a problem."Online4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"You always were a worrier."
"Don't you want to know what it is?"
"Not if it's going to worry me as well."
"That's precisely why you should know it."
"I really think I'll pass."
"But this time it's a really big deal."
"Oh for the love of- All right. All right. You win. What is it?"
"What did you think the first time you met me?"
"That's not a problem, that's a question."
"How am I supposed to answer it exactly?"
"I don't know if your mother explained this to you, but all you have to do is open your mouth and words-"
"Shut it, smart ass."
"Then answer the question."
"I thought you were beautiful."
"See, now that's impossible."
"And why is that?"
"Because the first time you met me, it was online."
"It wasn't your face I was calling beautiful. It was your anonymity in your words."
"What does that mean?"
"It means that in the vast abyss of the seas that form a web of people, you were the one who sat alone in a life broke
LunaDama preciosa de vestimenta elegante,Luna3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
que te desnudas y dejas relucir esa piel
tersa, clara y radiante.
Amante de mis noches de desvelo,
mi dulce, fría y cálida
compañera en mis noches de anhelo.
Tu rostro es de melancolía,
tus cabellos de plata
y tu voz, una bella sinfonía.
Dejame entrar en tu mares eternos,
en tus costas virgenes y blanquecinas
que sólo he visto en sueños.
Son de pasión esas noches cuando te tiñes de rojo
de locura, muerte y magias ocuras
cuando me manipulas a tu antojo.
Y cuando el hechizo de tus labios me atrapa,
la lujuría y el placer se desbordan
porque de tu encanto ni siquiera la luna escapa.
Paraprosexia(n.)constant distractionParaprosexia4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The book was not interesting John at all.
He'd tried scanning the pages once, twice, three times; failing at every wobbling hurdle to sprint past chapter one. He wasn't even sure what it was about, it was nothing more than a fantastically fruitless endeavour into mixed fiction, too many already colourful genres that would be perfect and vibrant on their own, but when blended together created a pointless murky brown: a whirlwind romance mixed with a thrilling espionage and a poor, vain attempt at comedy and horror? There was a murder in it, probably, and the weapon was a gumball machine. John's brain was unable to comprehend such idiocy. He peered at the title page angrily, mentally cursing the writer to damnation; how on earth did such drivel make it into print?
He shuffled in his armchair in order to get comfortable and cleared his throat, braving the book's babbles once more. He wouldn't be defeated by paper and ink; not this time.
Spots of sunlight fi
Jarida AU: Ski DippingJarida AU: Ski Dipping (OneShot)Jarida AU: Ski Dipping2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Summary: The gang decides to go to a ski resort for a weekend, and with Jack and Merida there, things could never go as planned.
Merida struggled to step through the snow with her ski equipment on, complaining the whole time of how restricted she felt while wearing them. Everyone was already set off in pairs, waiting patiently for their lift to arrive. Obviously it had to be couples amongst their group of friends, only leaving her with one other person who wasn’t taken. She turned to the person in question, his grin indicating the fun he was about to have. This trip was proving to be a pain; it was bad enough that she didn’t even know how to ski; or ice skate; or even snowboard—everything about this weekend was against her element. Not for Jack though, he was a born natural for this stuff, and it annoyed her to no end.
They took a step forward after Hiccup and Astrid got on their lift, now waiting for Eep and Guy t
Like Us.You're beautifulLike Us.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
( If you're
You're worthy of love
( If you
Pop those pills baby grrrrl,
Pop pop pop)
That boy will love you honey
1. Bend Over
2. Make a sammich
3. Be silent)
You want to be part of the group don't you?
Don't you, don't you?
We grin (and groan) when they tell us.
Come ring around the rosy with us; climb the monkey bars with us; Rule the playground with us
Come on, be p o p u l a r with us
(We MoanAndGroanUnhUnh and don't forget to smile when they tell us too)
Be a BFF baby girl
Laugh loud with us so all the little people stare
You're beautiful, aren't you?
And you can be worthy of love
That boy will love you baby
P O P U L A R