learn to liveSome stuff in life are goodlearn to live7 years ago in Other More Like This
Some stuff in life are bad
The good stuff is the stuff we want to remember.
The bad stuff is what we are forced to remember.
We tend to rely on the good stuff
But we try to forget that bad stuff happened
While we weaker from the good stuff
And get stronger from the bad stuff
just need to handle it in the right way
to make the pain go away
learn from mistakes
and learn from life
live to learn
learn to live
A Night with IntegraYour loneliness embraces you.A Night with Integra9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cold stares in the eve of the night.
Do you summon me?
Yes. I hear your voice.
But you did it in a faint whisper.
So rarely. So heavenly.
And when I got there.
There you stood like a knight to a lady.
But grant me to be the one
To hold you dearly.
It is true that I am a monster
And I crave your flesh.
Yet fear is not what you see in me
Because I am your servant
And under your command I will always be
I who dwell in the dark
Like the shadows and
Like Death that moves around.
Life is a pleasure yet life is so unsure
See, my hands they shook.
They want to touch you… to caress
Not like a child but a lady no less.
How can one hold his hunger like this?
He who wanted to break your wall
And to tell you so
That the night is long and
It's a shame not to taste
The sweet scent of the wind
And the sweat on your face.
I waited long enough
I've endured the thirst
Grant me this one night
However you may curse.
I've never seen anyone so perfect
And so charming
A true huma
Citronshipping Fanfic: ShieldCitronshipping Fanfic: Shield3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The dexterity of Marik's long, elegant fingers was, as ever, a matter of fascination to Bakura. He moved with the nimbleness of a jungle cat, the sandy-colored demigod of the desert, and gazed upon his prey with narrowed, luminous eyes, just as he was now staring at Bakura.
"Will you cut off a lock of your hair for me?" he asked, smiling, while he handed Bakura the dagger.
Bakura grabbed the knife. He slipped it through the stained, white strands and snipped off a handful. When Marik approached to take the hair, Bakura suddenly grasped the boy by his waist and brought him close.
"Marik," he said so quietly and sweetly that Marik shivered. "What's the purpose of this? You've still told me nothing. It's almost dawn and I can think of a few other things we could be doing."
Marik slipped out of his hands as easily as if he were made of wet clay. He turned back to the shrine, where he placed the locks of hair.
"Patience. I have plans for that too, but this takes precedence."
(7) JackxElsa: Don't WorryThe wall was frosted over, ready for him to write on it. His staff was out and pointed to the wall, and all he had to do was write the words for her to see it. She was right across the room, on her bed, with a good view of the wall for her to see what he would write...(7) JackxElsa: Don't Worry9 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
...but Jack Frost couldn't find the words. He didn't know what he could say to her in this situation.
Anna had just left to go to the funeral -- a funeral the older sister couldn't attend. People would talk. Elsa would let them. They could say what they wanted for they didn't know the entire picture. Jack did...and he would constantly stay by her side as a result.
Now more than ever, he thought that he couldn't leave her.
"Jack... are you there...?" she called out, hands starting to twist her gloves in her hands.
He asked her this question often. Most of the time, it was to check if he had arrived when the window suddenly creaked open or if he was paying attention to what she had been saying. Now...he felt as if it were
(9) JackxElsa: The calm before...Elsa walked to the balcony of her newly-made ice palace with her hands outstretched, reveling in the feel of the sun on her pale skin. The sky was cloudy, the air was cold with a light passing breeze and the queen had never felt more alive in her life.(9) JackxElsa: The calm before...9 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Taking a deep breath, she spun in happiness before allowing herself to simply enjoy the sight of the sun over the mountains. Resting her arm on the balcony railing with her chin on the palm of her hand, a content sigh passed her lips. Everything that had happened in the course of a few hours had felt like nothing less than a dream...and yet, as she gazed upon the colors that reflected through the ice of her castle walls, she knew it was all real.
As she basked in the silence that the mountain offered, her thoughts wandered...
...and she started to wonder what had possibly happened to a certain invisible companion of hers.
Was he back in her room waiting for her return, unaware of the chaos? Or maybe --
As if on cue, a light breeze b
(11) JackxElsa: According to PlanPrince Hans closed the door behind him, weariness of the day starting to catch up to him. So many things had happened in the past two days: from his engagement to Anna, to the discovery of newly-crowned Queen Elsa possessing supernatural powers over ice and snow, to battling a monster that the queen had created in an attempt to get her back.(11) JackxElsa: According to Plan9 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Thankfully, the party had succeeded, and he had just returned from sentencing the queen to death for treason against the crown. The man smirked, as he crossed the room and plopped onto the couch.
"The feeling of power... I could get used to it," he said to himself, crossing his legs and resting his back on the arm rest.
"Could you now?"
Hans sat up, startled by the eerie, low pitched tone. Sure enough, by his side, he was greeted by the sight of the black-clad man, dark dust around the visitor settling and disappearing into nothing.
"Good heaven, Pitch," Hans said, a hand flying to his heart and taking a few breaths to calm himself. "You sca
(14) JackxElsa: The cold...A low chuckle escaped Pitch's throat as his soulless black eyes gazed upon the kingdom below him. The storm had become a full on blizzard, pelting the land below relentlessly with snow. The winds howled as the cold air buffeted the homes of the citizens, as they cowered in fear for their futures with the situation seemingly getting worse by the moment. The spirit of fear breathed in deeply, reveling in the situation, and let out a happy sigh.(14) JackxElsa: The cold...9 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Glancing behind him, his army of nightmares stepping up from the gray clouds behind him.
"Do you smell that?" he said, a hand gesturing to the city below. "That is fear, my pets. Isn't it wonderful?"
His hand extended, and with a flourish, dark sand rose from the kingdom. One by one, the sand turned from formless threads of dark power into nightmares that added to his army, neighing in anger and excitement when they came to be.
His preparations were almost complete. Now, all he needed to do was wait for his pawn to finish off
Hail Thyself!!!I am the Lucifer of my own Bible,Hail Thyself!!!1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The adversary of the story I live in,
Freedom is my ally and oppression my rival,
I understand holiness dwells within,
Even if I fall from heaven I shall still stand proud,
I will always be the one outside of the crowd,
I am a serpent,
I am quite odd,
I am no servant,
I am a God,
SCP-M-A-R-K-I-P-L-I-E-RSCP-M-A-R-K-I-P-L-I-E-R4 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Item #: SCP-2184
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2184 is to be kept in a 10 x 10 x 20 holding cell in Foundation Site ██. Three (3) layers of steel reinforced walls are to be surrounding the entirety of the chamber, approximately one (1) meter between each wall, and with soundproofing acoustic foam, laced with metallic fabric, thoroughly sealing inbetween these walls at all times. (See Addendum A-2) SCP-2184's anomalous abilities degrade the acoustic foam over time, this dependent on the direction of it's focus. For this reason, it must be sedated heavily while the foam is replaced every three (3) weeks. SCP-2184 is not, under any circumstances, allowed access to any location outside of it's chamber, and no personnel of any level may approve this. (See Addendum A-3) Any and all testing done on SCP-2184 is to be done while the specimen is sedated, and all personnel within the chamber are required to wear noise-cancelling headsets,
sans parolesce n'est pas toujours si facilesans paroles2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
j'aimerais qu'on recommence notre première fois
je voudrais te revoir, encore
te savoir, encore
réapprendre ton toi tout entier
tu devras me pardonner mes caresses
presque trop fragiles, pleines de doutes
tu devrais m’apprendre la langue des anges
chanter les paroles des déchus
je t’en prie,
ensorcelle mon cœur pour la première fois
all over again
Les morts sans corpsLes morts sans corps2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Vous n'avez pas d'épitaphe
Vous n'avez pas de restes
De vous pas même poussière ne subsiste
Vous étiez fugaces rayons au soleil
Vous étiez parcourant la terre
Mais tout s'éteint et tout s'évapore
Vous dormiez sur la paille
Vous dormiez sous les étoiles
Dormez maintenant tranquilles
Vous creusiez les sols
Vous montiez les saules
Misère que la main qui vous menace
Vous nagiez dans les mers glacées
Vous nagiez dans les airs sifflants
De vos gestes nul ne sait
Vous marchiez et couriez
Vous mangiez et souffriez
Maintenant toute souffrance est vaine
Vous êtes terre
Vous n'êtes rien
Des festins vous ignorent vous les inconnus
Assiettes languides nightmare des tombes anonymes.
The dead ones without corpse
You don't have any epitaph
You don't have any leftovers
No dust remains from you
You were fugitive rays under the sun
You were marching on the earth
But everything fades and vanishes
You slept on the straw
(8) JackxElsa: Let It GoThe Ice Princess-turned-Queen trudged through the thick snow that lined the mountain. She didn't know how long she had ran, she didn't know where she was going...but she only knew that she had to get away from Arendelle.(8) JackxElsa: Let It Go9 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Why did she have to run? The reason was simple: Because they had found out. In a moment of weakness, in an attempt to protect herself and with a mistake of her sister taking off her glove and not giving it back, she created a wall of jagged spikes and revealed the existence of her powers.
The look on their guests faces showed mixes of astonishment, horror and worst of all...fear. They feared her magic. They feared her abilities and what she could do with them. They feared her and called her a "monster". Her own fear and sense of self-preservation took over, and she fled the castle grounds, running across the lake...
...and now, here she was.
She hugged herself as the storm raged on, buffeted by the unrelenting snow, and regret filling her being.
(10) JackxElsa: ...the winter storm.The sun started to set beneath the horizon as Jack Frost sped through the air of Arendelle, riding the icy winds to catch his targets. Although he didn't feel right about leaving Elsa behind, he was, at least, reassured that the Ice Queen could defend herself when push came to shove. After all, she learned his tricks.(10) JackxElsa: ...the winter storm.9 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He pushed thoughts of her aside. It wasn't the time for an ego boost. He had much more pressing matters to attend to -- like the horde of nightmares before him. In the middle of his conversation with the blonde, he spotted them outside the perimeter of Elsa's castle. They appeared to have been ready to ambush the Ice Queen when her guard was down.
His grip on his staff tightened.
Not if I have anything to say about it. Pitch isn't getting anywhere near Elsa.
And with that thought and increasing determination, he sped up to catch up to his targets as they weaved through the mountain range. Raising his staff, the winter spirit shot bla
(12) JackxElsa: EscapeHer breath came in puffs as she struggled against the chains that held her. The storm outside was intensifying. The wind and snow were unrelenting as they buffeted the bars to her cell window. Her eyes met the sight with fear -- fear for the citizens, fear for her sister who had gone out to meet her and had apparently not returned to the castle...and fear for her own life.(12) JackxElsa: Escape9 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Prince Hans had visited her earlier. He wanted her to end the storm...but she couldn't.
If I could've, I would've done so by now.
She didn't want to hurt anyone. She didn't mean for this storm to happen. She just wanted to live with everyone...
...wanted to be able to live her life without fear.
But that wasn't to be. Everything at that moment was the complete opposite, as fear was what filled her heart the most. Especially now... that she was sentenced her to death for treason -- treason against her own kingdom, her own home.
Tears stung at the side of her eyes. She knew that
Cuddling - Natsuki Shinomiya x ReaderCuddling - Natsuki Shinomiya x Reader1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Natsuki knocked on the girl's dorm room door, but was only greeted with silence.
"Ehh? _____-chan, are you there?"
He asked and knocked again. Once again, silence.
The tall glasses bearing blonde gently placed his hand on the door handle and turned.
The door was unlocked.
He slowly opened the door and peaked inside the room and saw _____ curled up on her bed.
She was cuddling a pillow and the blanket had been kicked to the floor, various stuffed animals strewn all over the floor and bed.
The Piyo-chan lover smiled and silently climbed into the girl's bed, picking up the blanket on his way
over to her bed and covered the both of them.
And on reflex _____ naturally cuddled herself to the warmest thing, Natsuki.
Ahhh, cuddling sure is nice, especially if you're cuddling something cute.
(15) JackxElsa: ...never bothered...With a yell, a shot rang out from Jack's staff, sending it towards the nightmare as they maneuvered above Arendelle and through the stormy winds. When that missed, he sent out another, and another, relentlessly firing at the dark horse.(15) JackxElsa: ...never bothered...9 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He couldn't believe the stunt that Pitch tried to pull. He had taken Jack's own form and used it to get to Elsa. If it weren't for his too-close-for-comfort timing...Elsa would've been plunged into an endless nightmare until who knows what would've happened.
Gripping his staff harder, he charged it with as much power as he could -- pouring in all his anger and frustration of the moment into it. Positioning himself directly behind the nightmare as it ascended higher and higher into the sky, he sent the blast flying. The charge went right through the nightmare and kept soaring into the gray clouds above...
...and had hit something that yet out a yell of pain.
Jack's eyes narrowed suspiciously at the all-too-familiar yell as he shot through t
(2) Seasons: Summer lo--what?!Anna found that the major perk that she got from becoming the Guardian of Summer was that she could be with her sister even after their deaths. Some families, she thought, may find this a sort of torture. But when you were this close with your sister that you’d even sacrifice your life for them, then being with them in the afterlife wasn’t such a bad thing.(2) Seasons: Summer lo--what?!8 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After all, they were best friends. Best friends to the point that, even if Anna didn’t say anything, Elsa already knew what she had been thinking – such as the time when the spirit had been upset when she went overboard with spreading sunshine and caused several people in an area to faint from the heat. Or another time when she didn’t give people enough sun that there had been one too many summer picnics ruined for some families.
Now, given that it worked for Elsa, it also followed that Anna would be able to know what Elsa was thinking, right?
That was exactly the case as Anna watched Elsa interval betw
FragmentsI call them fragments, the parts of me that were too exhausted to stay. He calls them flecks because I am a flake. I wish I was a flake. It sounds prettier than being a fragment. Flakes are like snow. Soothing, falling from the sky on the tip of his tongue that melt and disappear. Fragments are archeological findings of a scarred past we really should not remember.Fragments1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to remember my scars. So I am a fragment.
I draw on my legs. When my skin dries out, I use my index finger as a pencil and draw what the clouds are trying to tell me. Sometimes it’s a dog, and sometimes it’s a bear and sometimes it is his face looking at me disapprovingly.
That is when I stop drawing.
At night, when the rain falls, I sit at the bay window and pretend to write stories whilst he pretends to sleep. “What are you writing?” he will ask in his asleep voice. “A funny story.” It is not. It is a pale, scary story, and it looks like my skin. “Were you dreamin
FrostQueen: Better MorningsFor the past 18 years of her life, Elsa had been used to waking up in the mornings and seeing the walls frosted over.FrostQueen: Better Mornings8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
At times, they were decorated with snowflake patterns of blue and white, dancing across the walls in a merry and delicate pattern. These were the days, she thought, when she had nice dreams.
Other times, harsh icicles protruded from the walls in an angry hue of red, and the queen, in turn, would be bathed in her own sweat. These were the days when she would have nightmares -- nightmares of her powers going out of control and reliving the moments when Arendelle almost suffered through a second ice age.
Today, it had been neither.
Today, it was different.
Today, it was better.
Today, she woke up to the feeling of skin against hers, an arm wrapped around her back, not allowing her to move away from the body beside her. Her head had been resting against the shoulder of the other, and she could feel the light puffs of breath grazing the top of her head.
Her gaze trave
La HaineTu n'as rien appris, jamais.La Haine1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tout s'offrait à toi, en espoir et lumière de feu,
En eau de vie et nature féconde,
Un monde d'instincts et de magie primordiale.
Tu as cherché puissance et corruption,
Par vanité, ou par inattention.
Tu as mis trop de noir, il s'est mal dilué.
Des montagnes de charniers cachés sous des tas d'or
Sont ta honte à jamais, pauvre animal avide.
Des rivières de sang qui coulent en abondance
Pourrissent les terres qui nourrissaient le monde
Et les larmes de regrets arrivent toujours trop tard
Après les guerres atroces, sans les noyer jamais.
Il y a tant de croyances mais combien de vérités?
Pleure ta bêtise, pleure la encore plus fort,
Si tu veux qu'un dieu ou un autre baisse le regard et s'émeuve enfin
De cette folie intestine et de ce mal répugnant
Et te fasse disparaître, dans un souffle, dans un râle,
Pour qu'enfin la Haine finisse.
The Sands HeartBly never liked the waves, not even so much as the waves as the ocean. He was only at the beach today because of the sun felt nice aginst his skin, and the sand felt soft under his feet. But that wasn't the only reason for comming to the beach, he couldn't shake the feeling of lonilyness. What other place has as many good looking guy, and all of them with their shirts off. He scanned the beach carrying his folding chair looking for a place to sit, but the beach was crouded and almost no was free. Except one spot, there was a guy next to it, he was smaller and defently not as muscular a Bly. But he was dephently a cute one, Bly made his way over to where he was. As he got closer he saw that he was alone, a book in hand as his eyes scanned the pages taking in every word. "Is this seat taken?" he pointed to the empty spot. The guy looked up with soft eyes from his book, smiling "Not at all," Bly set up his chair next to his. Bly tried to find a topic to talk of, he felt a little nervous bThe Sands Heart2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This