Fear and Love (Ruff monsters: Werewolf Butch)Buttercup roamed on her skateboard as fast as she could. She was enjoying the breeze of the cold night whipping through her black hair, how the wind made her shiver as it touched her exposed skin, causing goosebumps; she loved how she felt invisible and unstoppable as the night swallowed her. Only few dared to go out at this time alone, but she did not care. Buttercup was fearless, nothing could stop or scare her. Fear? HA! that was for the weak, which she definitely was not. You're probably asking why she was out so late and alone through the streets. Well the reason she was out at this time is because she got tired of the party she was attending. Why? Because it was full of the most disgusting thing to her: couples... Buttercup groaned in disgust. How could people act in such a manner, was beyond her! Love and Fear. Two useless emotions if you asked her, completely idiotic. Or so she thought, but life has a funny way to prove one wrong...Fear and Love (Ruff monsters: Werewolf Butch)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
CRASH! She was so submerged in her o
One Voice: Chapter 1You stood out on the balcony of your friend's apartment. It was New Year's Eve. Hans Scholl looked up at the sky as the countdown began.One Voice: Chapter 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Toast," he said holding his bottle toward yours, "to another year of war. And another year of being under the Fuhrers rule."
You rolled your eyes and tapped your bottle with his. "Yes, another year of fear, lies, and death."
You both took a swig at the first minute of 1943. You both looked out at Munich. Hans grumbled something.
He leaned in close.
"We need to make another leaflet. We need to strike again." he said.
You nodded. "Hans, we will but, enjoy yourself right now. Just relax." He snorted and went back inside.
You sighed. You worried about your friend sometimes. You sipped your beer and looked up at the sky. You breathed out and smiled at the fog your warm breath made with the cold air.
"Gott, send me a nice, polite Deutsch man to talk too. Then this night would be better. Amen." you said quietly to the sky.
You loved having little co
1Samuel 3:5I heard His voice from o so far1Samuel 3:51 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
from where I slept He bid me come
I rose from bed and beckoned "Lord...wherefore art Thou?Thy voice is calling me..."
The voice from which the Heavens sound
echoed upon the earthly grounds
the light above the stars ablaze
the Lord God standeth before me I knelt prostrate
my face is stained with sin and filth
of which is far from God's righteousness
I am unworthy to stand before Him...let alone gaze at His holy face
Then I felt a warmth...a hand
took mine own and made me stand
He said "Do not be afraid...daughter...flesh of woman and man
be not afraid to stand..."
His voice sounded like a distant thunder which echoed of a prophetic rain...
I shivered at the prospect of
standing before the Man whose hands had maketh me from the womb of a mother
whose will had wrought an iron will
to make me ...a mortal...what is His will....for me?
He stood right there and said
"Look child...I call thee now, discern long and hard
art thou made for this?...Search thy heart
The Grim ReaperThe Grim Reaper3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He waits for me patiently
With wide open arms
Ready to take me to my grave
To my long-awaited death
He becomes my father
My protecter on Earth
Soon he will carry me away
To a place beyond heaven and hell
He comforts me in the night
Hands me the razor on my darkest days
Ready to hear my sad tales
And coax me to fall to death
He tells me of a world
Filled with isolation and pain
A world that would feel like home
Soon I will be ready to leave
He catches the tear drops
As if each one were precious
He begs me to look in the mirror
As I run the razor across my skin
Each mark tells a story
Of which he plays a main part
My dear, sweet Grim Reaper
Will send me to a place of hurt and torture
For which I happily think of
As I slide the cool metal deep into my skin
And watch the ruby droplets slither down my arm
While the Grim Reaper joyfully looks on
Proud of his new victim
Chloe and Derek"I can't." I whispered, too overwhelmed to stop the tears.Chloe and Derek4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"What do you mean you can't? We have to-"
"I can't Derek. I'm so tired. I can't even stand properly!" I shouted, everything spilling even my tears, "I haven't slept in over a week! Nightmares scaring me awake. And then leaving me there awake, alone and thinking." I finished, ending my outburst. I didn't even care if I was disappointing him anymore. It was taking all of my energy to even try.
I was afraid to look at him and see that all too familiar scowl. He would see through my tears and exhaustion and find something to yell at me for.
"I'm trying so hard not to disappoint you," I started, attempting to make amends but the fury came back suddenly, "but you make it so hard when you-when you-," my mind was going numb and my hand instinctively grabbed the chilly brick wall for support, "contradict me and treat me like a child!" I yelled, balling my fists and stepping from the wall. I finally looked to his face determined not to c
AlphaThere is an oceanAlpha2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
of wolves battering
my heels, teeth
bared, breaking skin.
Lightning is laced
into my spine, it
takes no prisoners,
but electricity is
no match for their howls.
I stand as the lioness
within roars and spits
out a hundred curses.
They are now prey,
with tumbleweed trolls
sinking their brambles
into matted fur.
Song of RaineShe scatters the seeds with her tiny hands.Song of Raine1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And pictures the sunset in a distant land.
She dreams of places, where she'd be free.
With clouds as far as the eyes could see.
And there she'd dance to the song of the rain,
While I would watch from my window pane.
With a smile befitting such a lovely girl;
The daughter I lost, to a cruel world...
Perpetual MotionInformation these days is always moving us,Perpetual Motion1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
sweeping us along in a relentless wind
of news flashes, tweets, texts, likes...
But today I saw something that stopped me.
A single fragment among the ten thousand
flashing past my eyes
It was no global catastrophe.
No illness, no casualty,
no celebrity gossip.
In summary, it was
about two people,
one of whom I have not met.
And yet that tuft of a story,
cosmically weighing less
than the drifting seed of a dandelion,
stopped me in my tracks
like the rasp of a bolt sliding into place
on the other side of the door you just passed through,
the door marked "How Things Were".
Such an adult word.
Such a responsble word.
A word that implies regularity,
A word that implies
there will be no more
"study session until 3am because
we are so going to get our asses kicked by this exam
but we would rather go down with too little sleep
than go down with too little fight".
Although 'graduated' sort of s
In Dreams, I flyIf I believe I can fly, then let meIn Dreams, I fly2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What does it matter to you if I fall?
If my heart lies in the sky, forget me.
For then I wont remember you at all.
Your love is today, but what for morrow
Your promise is now, but what for tonight?
These lies you speak do fill me with sorrow
But up in the stars, my hopes lie so bright.
In sleeping away the cold December
My slumber lies all my worries to rest.
Inside of me, my heart cant remember
The last time the sun came up from the west
If I believe I can be what Im not
Forget me for life, and the love I sought.
Following ChristFollowing Christ,Following Christ2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is not for the weak-minded,
Not for the casual,
Not for the people,
Who don’t take anything seriously.
Is not for the self-righteous,
Not for the proud,
Not for the people,
Who love sin.
Requires complete devotion,
Requires complete submission,
Requires a love for Him so great,
That it seems like you hate your family.
Provides you with grace,
But the grace is not cheap,
It comes with a price.
Does not mean you can sin more,
So that you can receive more grace.
Grace was given,
So we know the consequence of sin,
And so we sin no more.
Is not the easiest path,
Is not the popular path,
Is not the comfortable path,
Is not the convenient path,
But following Christ,
Is the better path.
AmphiprionAmphiprion9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have been a bloodless fish tossed about
with wild blank eyes -- whiter than the foam that smashed me
into rocks that flaked my scales and sent them scattering
gold vermillion flashing at the knees of stinking fishermen
that bent to taste me,
one hand in the folds of their trousers where they started to stiffen
and the edges of their boots all caked with guts.
With salt crust forming in the corners of their lips they turned
to face each other, to shake hands or
compare rod size -- I made this community!
A limp queen rotting into water where I lay with seagull shit and algae scum
that floated and coated the mouths of babes and still I heard
carried in the wind to sluice my innards from cliff faces
and flavour all the oceans with part of me.
I have been a wailing cadaver, slinging hooks to ships
and several first mates drunk recalled a mermaid, though they can't
stand the stink of the sediment under their fingernails at night.
With the lack of light and of cou
Ticklish Terror (Larry Stylinson Tickle)It's just a normal day in Harry and Louis' flat. The two of them are play fighting on the floor, rolling over each other, giggling. Louis finally overpowers Harry and pins his wrists to the floor.Ticklish Terror (Larry Stylinson Tickle)1 year ago in Humor More Like This
"Say mercy," Louis commands, nosing all over Harry's neck, grinning at the boy beneath him.
"No!" Harry exclaims with a giggle, tugging at his wrists, but though smaller, Louis is stronger than him.
"Say, mercy," Louis repeats.
"You give me no choice."
He collects Harry's wrists in one hand and starts scribbling at his boyfriend's sides.
But what he doesn't expect is for Harry to start crying, shrieking in terror.
"No! Please, stop, stop, STOP!"
Louis pulls his hands away immediately, freeing Harry's hands and getting off of him. Harry sits up, sniffling, and rubbing his wrists. Louis feels guilt starting to eat at his stomach.
"Harry, baby, what's the matter?"
He grabs Harry's hand lightly, stroking his thumb over the top.
"What you were doing, it just...scared me."
.she became a seabed no.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
anchor could grip, with a
habit of turning everything
into a shipwreck
How to Take Care of a WriterSo you've found out that a friend or a family member is a writer? Do not panic! Remember, a writer is still a mostly functioning human being that can, with proper care, live a long, happy, life.How to Take Care of a Writer1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Step one: Preparing a place for your Writer.
When your writer first shows signs of it's chosen profession is the best time to set up a comforting and calm environment. Writers can be skittish and needy, and their specific needs change based on their personality. The basic thing to do is set up an area of your home for the writer to work it, a "Office" if you will. Make sure this place has your writers preferred work equipment in side as well as; warm blankets, comfy pillows, a spinning chair(A writer's preferred method of play)and at least one shelf for their favorite books. Do not worry if your writer doesn't writer all the time and tries to bury it's self in the items you have provided, I assure you this is a normal part of the creative process.
Step two: What to feed your Writer
Once a write
Daisy SalesmanI.Daisy Salesman2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This city is a study
in the cold steel of architecture,
functionality with little else
the wind whispers a funeral dirge
the flower vender is no longer here
perhaps out of business
perhaps something worse
staring at the weeds growing from the concrete below,
I am fascinated by the thought of falling
thirty stories of an infinite flight,
this is existence set on fire
sprawled on the sidewalk
the crimson shock a love-gift
to awaken the colorless gray
now, shall we know true living?
in the broken bones,
the screaming nerves,
in these moments just before the end?
I am... I am abnormalI am...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am different
I am strange
I am not a copy
my hair is growing longthank god for x-acto knives andmy hair is growing long1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
marking pins and heroine
addicts and you.
thank god for good music.
and thanksgiving meals and
grandmas and spanish teachers that
actually care about you.
thank god for
quizbowl teams and gay sponsors and
that give you strength even while
thank god for sandwiches and mothers and
thank god for blue gatorade and
little girls’ dreams and
leather ballet shoes.
thank god for hair bows and tutus and
a stage made up of glass.
thank god for hamstrings and
thank god for dazy
and little lion manes.
thank god for big paws and
wasp stings and
thank god for sally.
thank god for self-destruction.
and thank god for signs.
thank god for twin sisters and
best friends and
conjoined hips and most of all:
thank god for support.
thank god for love and
care and tragedy
and train tracks lit up in the dark
Jeff the Killer: Jeff x reader Chapter 2Hey guys i'm back yayay yeah. So i was grounded for a unknown reason therefore my mom took my baby (My laptop > .<) anyway here chapter two and yeahJeff the Killer: Jeff x reader Chapter 21 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter two ^3^
You woke up to Jeff opening the door to your so called ‘room’. He sat at the edge of the bed with his back towards you. He stay like that for a few moments, then he spoke. “You know something...(Name), the reason why didn’t kill you yet is because I can’t...” You looked at him with big eyes. What the... He can’t kill me. “You killed my brother but you can’t kill me. What the hell is your problem!?” You yelled at him. He have the fucking guts to stab you brother your only brother but didn’t have the guts to kill a girl...
He turned to you and looked dead into your eyes, you were still in the same sleeping clothes that you were wearing before he took you, but it was stained with blood and was w
Einstein. My Hero.A University professor at a well known institution of higher learning challenged his students with this question. "Did God create everything that exists?"Einstein. My Hero.8 years ago in Historical More Like This
A student bravely replied, "Yes he did!"
"God created everything?" The professor asked.
"Yes sir, he certainly did," the student replied.
The professor answered, "If God created everything; then God created evil. And, since evil exists, and according to the principal that our works define who we are, then we can assume God is evil."
The student became quiet and did not answer the professor's hypothetical definition. The professor, quite pleased with himself, boasted to the students that he had proven once more that the Christian faith was a myth.
Another student raised his hand and said, "May I ask you a question, professor?"
"Of course", replied the professor.
The student stood up and asked, "Professor, does cold exist?"
"What kind of question is this? Of course it exists. Have you never been cold?" The other students snickered at t
a series of letters to destructive thingsto the Rev. Fred Phelps:a series of letters to destructive things7 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
it's been a long time coming— I guess you
could say that even the reaper had to take his
time with you
know that you did not die a martyr, just a dirty
old bastard with a toxic heart, organic matter
decaying in the forgotten soil of yesterday
dance, you do, to the beautiful anarchy of destruction,
the most unforgiving of temptations
I know you've burned down cities, souls & all, in
I know you've burned up people, life & all, for much
to the imperialists of history:
you raped the virgin world, stole the birthright
from the bosom of mankind
manifest destiny is a plague to brotherhood
colonization is a serpent with venom enough to kill
a thousand years of progress
you are the reason there was ever a distinction
between us & them
to George W. Bush:
perhaps it may be late to harp on the points of
your destruction, but that is certainly not to deny your
rightful place in this series
please write back if you'd like
USUKSummerCampDay11Written for USUK Summer Camp 2012USUKSummerCampDay112 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
August 1: Some Day my Prince will come.
Alfred and Arthur are used to visit the nearby kindergarten every week to enjoy the kids and today Arthur is asked to tell a story about a certain Heroic Prince, a Lonely Dragon, and the long wait for true, true love
Beta's are lovely but since they are also people, they were too busy to help me edit this! Aside from me turning this in very very late but yeah I'm not native, I'm form the Netherlands and speak Dutch, so sorry for any mistakes!
"Tell us a story, Mr. Arthur!"
"Yeah tell us! A romantic once!"
The kids from the kindergarten all seemed to gather around Arthur in order to hear what story he'd come up with today. Some kids practically ran towards him in order to hug him, while o
Cheer up!I know right now you have a careCheer up!2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And you've done all you can to bare.
But things will work out so cheer up.
So, read this poem and fill that cup.
Don't just sit on that lonely chair,
Try to go out and smell the air.
It won't do any good to mope.
So, don't give up on love and hope.
Cheer up! Cheer up! Oh, soul so dear.
Cheer up and let go of your fears.
Don't fret for it will do no good.
So, stand up like you really should.
See all the reasons you should smile?
Be patient and just wait a while.
I'm sure all will work out somehow.
Make the most of your time right now.
Things will work for you in the end.
And keep in mind, you have a friend.