Other Wybie's Story - 1-An Other Story Other Wybie's Story - 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
- Chapter 1
I knew I had to stop her,
I had to save her,
Even if I would be gone in the end.
Whats Going On?
Youre being created, my little Wybie doll.
Why? Whos Wybie?
Youre Wybie, silly, youre here for Coraline.
Im Wybie? For Coraline? Whos Coraline?
My new daughter, almost. You see, right now shes in a nasty world where no one is nice to her. Everyone ignores her, and the Wybie there is very annoying and doesnt listen to her.
Why doesnt he listen?
Because hes imperfect, youre perfect. You will always listen and smile for her, and never talk back. Ill make sure of that
Wait What?! Wai---!
Other Wybie looked around at the area around him. He couldn
Still HereSuicide is aStill Here11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thought that frequently lurks
In my mind, wich
Lets it overcome the
Laughter and happiness
Here I still fight, however
Enduring this sad life
Reviving my hopes
Embracing the gift of life
Wild HeartMy spirit longs to run in the wild.Wild Heart8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Never felt right, even as a child.
How I wish to be free of this skin.
To hunt with pack, my true kin.
This beast dwells inside my soul.
Leaving me feeling never whole.
Fur and fang is what I desire.
Of this misplaced soul I do tire.
Trapped inside this shell, body and mind.
All hopes of freedom far behind.
What is the purpose, why am I here?
I will never find peace, that I do fear.
To be one with the land and live with the pack.
But I am here and there is no going back.
First Day of School."Miss, miss!"First Day of School.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Sit down Gerald. Waving your hand and jumping around will not make me choose you quicker. Everybody will get a turn. Now, Natalie."
"Stand at the front then. There. Nice big voice."
"whatididonmyholidays by Natalie Marsh. What I did on my holidays we went to the beach it was nice and su....sunny. I had ice cream and I went on a boat. The boat was nice. The sea splashed up and we all got wet. Then there was a shark and it ated us and we all got dead TheEnd."
"Very good Natalie. Well done. And you spoke nice and clearly too, but try to be a bit louder next time. Now who's next? No, Gerald, I will not tell you again. Sit down. Now, Kyle. Your turn."
"What I did on my holidays by Kyle age six. What I did, I went to the zoo. I went... no, wait, I know,
Like Only the Stars are WatchingMr. Glenn’s wife died the day before last. Of course, now all their children could talk about was what she would have wanted.Like Only the Stars are Watching2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“She would want a proper burial,” Gary, the eldest, said.
“In the cemetery at Memorial Park,” Martin said.
Gary shook his head. “Much too crowded there. She wouldn’t want to knock elbows with anyone. She would prefer be buried in the Green Meadows Cemetery.”
“No,” Lisa Marie said, slapping her hand against Mr. Glenn’s antique table. “She wouldn’t want a grave. If she was here, she’d tell us to cremate her and spread her ashes across the farm.”
“I don’t think she liked this farm as much as you think,” Kurt said. “We should take the boat and spread her ashes out at sea. She would like that better.”
Lisa Marie huffed and crossed her arms. “Mom told me everything, and I can promise you that what she would want is to be here, on the farm.
SpinelessMy mother always told me I was born with four spines. They stay there, side by side, in my ramrod straight back, the reason for my very correct posture. So when my back began to arch, people noticed.Spineless2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My parents were first. You look different, they would suppose as I would approach every morning for breakfast. Is something wrong? My mother would question. Are you ill? My father would ask.
I had a gift with the vague and I used it to my only advantage in this scenario. Because telling them the truth would be a lot more devastating. How would I tell them about the fact that my bones, my spine, the very part of me they admired most, was depreciating?
I suppose the trouble with most relationships is to trust someone, knowing that you would willingly lie to them, just to protect them from getting hurt. We all do it, and those of us who claim we don’t, only lie because their lies are smaller. I lied to protect them from what had happened to my bones. Not just my spi
This is loveIn this empty roomThis is love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
We stand together
In the darkness
Our shattered hearts
Bleeding together as one
While the blood runs
Through our cold skin
This is what love is like
Two broken people
Sharing their pain
Merging their empty souls
We forget about the world
Because we live in a world of our own
United as one
In an illusion of happiness
KingRussiaXreader Roses or Sunflowers 2KingRussiaXreader Roses or Sunflowers 22 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Usually this thing would lead you for a life sentence in prison..." The Russian king muttered, he tilted his head. "But for you I will make an exception. You my little sunflower will work in the kitchens as a little maid." (Name) gulped again. "Are you not thankful for the decision I made?" The Russian king waited. (Name) nodded. "Ah so what do you prefer..." The Russian king leaned back in his chair, pinning her down with his stare.
"Roses or sunflowers?"
(Name) waited nervously on the bench. The head servant was staring down at her, she was a big woman and some (like her) would mistake her for a man. She tilted her head.
"Really your Highness I don't think someone as...scrawny as her...will be of any use-"
"Are you saying you know better than me?" the King asked coldly. The woman went red. In all her 47 years she has never said anything to anger the Ki
OffendermanOffenderman3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
In the day or in the night,
You may find him round a corner.
He may be in plain sight,
Or hidden and waiting.
Under a light in the middle of the night,
You may see him in his coat so black,
Contrasting with his skin of white.
No eyes you'll see upon his face,
Though a grin or a sly smirk.
Approach him and offer a rose will he.
Deny the rose thee should.
Even though there is nothing you can do.
Take the rose and it'll end the same,
He'll take you,
He'll rape you.
You could try to resist his touch,
though this won't do much.
He'll just grin,
And invasive he'll be.
Depending his mood,
Depends your fate.
Good or bad,
Don't feel sad,
Don't you fret.
Just remember that if you see a man,
Be wary for he could be the Sexual Offenderman.
Regret (Sherlock x Reader)Regret (Sherlock x Reader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“I shouldn't have come…”
“It’s TOO LATE!” Your eyes watered as your lips trembled subconsciously. Sherlock stood motionless beside the empty fireplace, facing you as you stood up from the armchair. “You’re too late…” It took Sherlock less than a second to notice the ring around your finger.
“You’re...engaged” He uttered softly. Sherlock’s chest ached uncomfortably as he was hit with a wave of overpowering emotion, yet it barely showed. Not a muscle of his twitched.
“Yes… John’s not the only one who's moved on” You chuckled bitterly. Sherlock furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. The truth was, you regretted everyday of your life after he ‘died’. You regretted not spending your time with him like it was the last day on earth. You regretted not telling him how you loved the way he looked at you with his eyes. You regretted ever falling in love with Sh
AustriaxReader Moonlight SonataAustriaxReaderAustriaxReader Moonlight Sonata4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
You had always loved music. Not the kind that people commonly listen to, but classical music. It had always been your safe haven, no matter what you were feeling. When you were angry, Ride of the Valkyries composed by Richard Wagner would do, no matter how silly the title sounded. When you were sad, Lacrimosa composed by Mozart was your music of choice, but when all other music failed to make an impact on your mood, one piece of music could always be counted on.
Moonlight Sonata composed by Ludwig van Beethoven was your favorite piece of classical music without a doubt. The beautiful piano piece always sent a chill down your spine, and so as you sat in the Musikverein, one of the most prestigious and world renewed Austrian music venues, you couldn't help but let the beautiful piece of music wash over you. It took four years and countless hours of work to even be allowed inside the building. Sadly, the only way you could get into the show was by working as a stage hand fo
Levi x Reader |Hades And Persephone| AU DrabbleGentle and deft fingers reach down, as she lets them intertwine with a rose she had taken particular interest in. As she unroots it from the ground, a sharp thorn presses against her finger, making an oozing red pour from it. She immediately let go of the rose at the pain, a frown tugging at her lips as she inspected the wound.Levi x Reader |Hades And Persephone| AU Drabble11 months ago in Romance More Like This
"You should be more careful, idiot." A cold and new voice said from behind her, making her let out a small gasp, as she curtly turned around. Her eyes soaked in his glorious sight, taking note of his whitened and pale skin, not even a single bit of sunlight touching it. A shadow was casted over him, as a playful smirk appeared on his lips, seeing how frightened she was. He found it amusing.
She remembers what her mother told her. 'Be careful out there, (Name). There are many people that might want to hurt you.' Her mother warned, but yet, this oddly charming man was so... refreshing, she couldn't help but let curiosity overcome her senses, as she disreg
Ashes to AshesAshes to ashesAshes to Ashes2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Dust to dust
Forget the past
Tainted by lust
Man the mast
And sail the sea
Before you pay a hearty fee
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Forget the past
Oh you must!
Play the mouse
And flee flee flee
Before the monster catches thee
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Just give in
You've already been beat
Into the river
With your hopes and dreams
Out with hatred and misery
Ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust
I cant forget,
As I succumb to rust
.the sea spits.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
me back onto
the shore -
the waves say
this is not the
right tide, the
A Nail In My HeartIn my heartA Nail In My Heart1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
There's a nail
Outside its core,
In my hand
There's a hammer
Leaving me a choice
To pull the nail free
Or leave it to rest
In the center of my soul.
And this nail
However deeply it stabs
Or loosely it traps
The litter of dreams
And hopes I've trapped inside,
Gathering them together
To be displayed like
A dying tribute
To a once loved species,
A once treasured creation,
Decides my fate
And traps my destiny.
And though I know the nail
Needs to be removed
To release my heart
Of its futile struggle
To hold a collection
Of dying memories,
Every time I feel the nail loosen
As I've grown to older,
Every time I grab that hammer
And smash it against
That obvious futilit
This Is Not A PrayerGodThis Is Not A Prayer1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I write this to you,
This is not a prayer
Not such an inconsequential waste of air,
I can hardly breathe
From on all the prayers
Wasted on your ears,
From how long I've knelt at your feet.
This is a letter
Sent from a grieving sinner
Whilst still clutching the hand
You stole from him
Two hands ,in fact,
One so small
I hardly noticed
When it ceased clutching me.
I write this to ask
Not to pray
As prayers seem to have no worth to you
Surely not mine at least.
I ask only
That you return them to me.
Let me clutch these hands
Till they might return my grasp.
Because as I am right now
I doubt, I could ever let them go.
I write this
Not to pray but to beg
Give them back to me.
Give them back.
I can't let them go.
DeathMareWhen I die,DeathMare10 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
still the birds will sing and fly
When I die
few will mourn me, few will cry
When I die,
still will rain, still will dry
When I die;
tell me when, I know why.
When and if I ever die,
you'll see my star up to the sky
When and if I ever die,
gods will mourn me, they will cry
When and if I ever die,
the earth will shake, seas will dry
When and if I ever die...
I am immortal, I can't die!!!
Red x Reader - New years kissRed x Reader - New years kiss2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I had been dating Red for awhile now. I knew something was up now. He was even more quiet than usual. Usually I’d text him and he’d text back right away but now it’s was hours at a time. Maybe I was getting paranoid and it was nothing but I began to think he’d cheat on me. I tried to image it all so I wasn’t turning into a jealous girlfriend but I couldn’t really help it at this point.
I’d ask Green, his best friend, what Red was up to and I knew he always lied to me. I knew it one day when it was a summer day and he said Red was sun tanning. First, Red hates, and I mean hates, to be in the sun. He hates the heat so much. So I knew he would never do that. I began to think I wasn’t worth Red’s time. I mean he’s the Pokémon master and every girl wanted to be with him. I mean why not. He’s cute, funny, sweet, and just all around nice. I loved him but that feeling was defiantly one sided right now.
So I went away on a
won't face it, won't fix it, won't try.won't face it, won't fix it, won't try.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
People, guh, lately I've had to face a lot of different people, and I hate it. we all are silly, stubborn, stupid and irrational to start with, think we know better,think we are always right, we refuse to take criticism. but some where along the way we grow up mentally and emotionally, it's not automatic, we have to fight for it, we have to earn it through suffering and making mistakes. but sometimes we don't. we refuse to admit to the pain we cause, delude ourselves into thinking we cannot be wrong. so we carry on, finding ways to avoid facing the consequences and the truth, because deep down in the part we refuse to admit exists, (the part that knows the reality of ourselves, knows what we really are capable of, the part that knows our weaknesses, the part we fear) we know. so we carry on and on and on, until we either choose to or are forced to face our issues. we all want to believe we are good people, no one sane, ever thinks "hey I am the bad guy, I know what I am doin
LXReader Sweet ProtectionLXReader Sweet Protection3 years ago in Romance More Like This
'Ding!' The bell on the store door rang out, that was a rare sound to hear. This particular sweet shop that you worked at was never very busy so it was always a surprise to hear the bell that signaled that someone had either entered or left the shop. The reason you had worked in such a place that didn't get much business was because you had a soft spot for sweets. The owner often had you help him restock and set the sweets in their rightful places, there were so many to choose from. There are Angel Cakes, Apple Cakes, Banana Bread, Bundt Cakes, Carrot Cakes, Cheese Cakes, Strawberry Short Cakes, Chocolate Cakes- just any sweet you could imagine including Tarts, Cup Cakes, and Candy! With all the treats, the shop was of course very colorful with different hues of pinks, reds, and all the colors that one could imagine. It also had a very welcoming scent; you weren't sure just why it didn't draw in more customers.
You looked up f