Cool And Sweet :: JadexDave :: HomestuckCool And Sweet :: JadexDave :: Homestuck2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Jade Harley sighed as she walked through the park. Being at the young age of 16, everyone at her age already had love in their lives. Jade felt alone, unwanted when she was with her friends. As much as she loved them, and they loved her, she felt left out when they all walked together in pairs. She was always in the back without a partner and always the wheel of her group. Jade kicked the nearest tree trunk in frustration; she was steaming from embarrassment. Her parents had humiliated her in front of her friends saying why they thought she couldn’t get a decent guy. Of course, she faked a smile and excused herself as “the nice girl” would. Everyone was at the park, everyone that was invited were holding hands and hugging. All. Except. Her. Jade continued to walk around the park, muttering and keeping her head down. She wasn’t looking where she was going and suddenly crashed into someone unexpected…
Dave Strider was looking down at his phone, grimacing a
Stronger than SuicideYou are so much stronger than suicide.Stronger than Suicide1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are so much more powerful than the cuts on your arm,
And so much better than your eating disorder.
So much more than your scars.
Please look me in the eyes,
And show me your wounds,
Whether they be on your forearm,
Or your heart.
Have you been skipping meals?
Have you been cutting?
Well, here’s something for you to try.
Think one thing,
Just one thing,
Just remember to prove to the world,
Are stronger than
in which I become beautifulI drown my conscience inin which I become beautiful1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the holy water of my wrists,
I carve hearts from empty
paper for my galaxyboy
with stars written in his skin,
and I swallow moths to
muffle the emptiness and
help me fly away.
Love Beyond the WindowWhen I was young, I believed in fairy tales.Love Beyond the Window1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I believed that if your heart willed it,
That love could overcome anything.
That one day, two lovers could always be together.
But those were simple lies I think...
After all, how does one reach across a window;
Reach across a screen...
To hold someone on the other side,
Before they slip through your fingers.
Like a lonely dance between air and water,
I can only stand on the surface of the lake,
And see her smiling on the other side.
Sometimes, I would draw pictures on the surface;
These thin useless arms of mine scrawling tiny doodles,
And she would smile and reply to each one:
Including a heart, for 'I love you'...
And each time I would feel,
As though I could soar through any distance,
As though I could run a hundred miles.
If only so I could see you;
If only because I missed you...
But enough I say...
Enough of this life
At The Other End of the BulletThey say your life flashes before your eyes when you die. Well, that didn't really happen to me. I remember it hurting; a searing pain in the back of my mind, and then it was all over...At The Other End of the Bullet1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I found myself floating, drifting high above the battlefield. My feet touched something that felt like an invisible glass floor, and soon I found that I was able to stand on it. It took awhile to get over my fear of heights, but once I did; I opened my eyes and just, watched, as the entire world carried on.
Funnily enough, I didn't feel much of anything at the time. I guess they tend to play it up in the movies. They always show that people remain angry, that people have feelings of wanting to do something or to accomplish something. But once you're gone, you don't actually feel much of that.
Instead, I remember being calm. I was very calm after that final moment. I would poke my head every now and again, thinking that the skin would feel raw, but other than that; I was alright. I
A Taste of Honey, Ch.1This idea stemmed from a roleplay session with a good friend of mine. It's nowhere as dark as The Death of Peeta Mellark, which I'm still working on by the way. I'll be alternating between both. The writing for this is simpler, since it's in Katniss' POV, as opposed to an omniscient view.A Taste of Honey, Ch.12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I do hope you enjoy. Please review and comment. Don't be shy!
Chapter 1: Catching A Mockingjay
I hit the wild turkey in the eye. Clean shot.
It's taken me months of practice to catch up to the archery skills I once possessed, and even then, I've been missing more then I used to. Either I catch the animal in an awkward way that makes it less appealing to buyers, or I miss altogether. Still, it's better then three months ago when I grasped my bow for the first time since the end of the war. Pulling the string alone was exhausting and painful. Now it almost feels natural again.
I set the turkey into my game bag with the other one I caug
Living With A LieYou sit there shaking; emotionally frozen.Living With A Lie1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You check the time on your watch, despite knowing it already.
The ever-present numbness, the cold feeling which clutches at your soul;
That is what you feel upon the dawn of the lie.
To know its nature, to know its being;
To have it spill upon your awareness.
What words would surmise such a bitter feeling:
Perhaps the use of dejection, p
ScotlandxReader: Chicken "Name your game Iain."ScotlandxReader: Chicken2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The man scanned the area around him, the empty playground in the middle of the night to see an abandoned swing set under the light of a nearby street lamp. He grinned.
"Whoever jumps aff at th' hi'est point wins." Both of you grinned, fire in your eyes as you went over to the swings.
Both of you started pumping your legs back and forth, going higher and higher. The only think running through your minds was to beat the other and do so with pride. Iain was about two yards high when he jumped off, knowing you couldn't stand the height you were at.
Looking down at the ground, you could feel your face pale. Still, Iain was standing there, grinning in content with his arms crossed and his hip out,"A bawherr scared, aren't we lass?"
"No!" You cried back, going up higher and higher. Still, you wanted to beat him not matter how scared. He didn't assume you would jump off from that height which was why he
Winged!RussiaxWingless!Reader "Rip 'em off!" Someone's gruffly voice snapped, more hands grabbing tightly to your back. "The money that we'd get from those beauties will last us through generations!"Winged!RussiaxWingless!Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Leave me alone!"
"Hear that!?" Another said in a darkly joking voice. "The little girly doesn't want us bothering with her! Haha! Sorry kid, but that ain't happenin' in this lifetime!"
A loud noise buzzed in your ears, all of those who were there chuckling darkly as two men grabbed your arms and painfully yanked them away from one another.
"Ivan!" You screamed out pitifully, trying to break away in vain. "Help me!"
Again, the laughing reoccurred in the back and suddenly, you felt sharp pain on your back. A terrified and pained scream escaped your lips as someone clamped over your mouth to keep from that desperate noise.
Metal grinding against bone, blood spattering everywhere and suddenly, your back felt lighter. You were release, dropped against the ground as they walked o
we won't bury you The last time we saw Taylor alive, it was behind Melrose Diner on Snyder Avenue at two in the morning. It was a little bit after the rain had stopped; the clouds had disappeared and the moon was already covered by the quiet buildings that lined up on Main Street. There were still puddles on the tarmac, and the streetlights still had some raindrops trailing down their sides. The smell of wet rust and burnt florescence still lingered in the air - the normal fragrance of a night in Philadelphia, after a night of too much to drink and too few fucks to give.we won't bury you2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We had all of our band gear already packed up in the back of Dave's shitty van, except for Taylor's old Ibanez guitar, which he kept in the gig bag that was strapped around his back. He liked to keep it with him after a particularly good show; it was a good-luck charm to him, and we needed all the luck we could get.
Since then - PrussiaxTomboyish!Reader“And in a tight, black turtle-neck, you sexy ass,” I said and crossed my arms in an attempt to be angry. Though I could never really be angry with him, especially not when he dressed up like that.Since then - PrussiaxTomboyish!Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Of course,” Gilbert said with a confident smile and put his hands in his pockets. “You said you liked them and I had to look extra good today from what I understood.”
“I told you that?” I asked and looked at him with raised brows.
“Not to me, but we have friends in common, you know,” Gilbert said and rocked slightly back and forth in a pair of black dress shoes.
“Since when did you have dress shoes?” I asked and pointed down at them. Gilbert followed my finger and looked down at his feet.
“I’ve always had dress shoes,” he said and stuck one slightly forward, stopping his rocking. “Vati always said we should have at least one pair of them ready.”
“But you just don’t like th
Sweet SerenityI have searched the very depths of my being,Sweet Serenity1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Seeking the essence of the void...
To understand its nature,
To become a part of nothing...
For where else can we be free of turmoil,
Where else can a beaten soul go to rest?
If not in the comforting embrace of eternal oblivion?
Such is what I seek, away from the noise that burns at my ears.
Away from the many voices that drill into my mind.
For these are not the whispers of psychosis,
Nor the delusions of a twisted psyche.
Instead they are the whispers that are heard all around us;
The whispers of the every-man.
He who desires the body of another.
He who desires the fat of his wallet.
He who cares only for self-satisfaction
And He who wishes to stand above all.
Voices, voices, noisy voices...
Eternally spitting their foul words into me.
Even in the realm of fantasy I can no longer escape!
For they are here, and I read their words scrawled across th
Do not be ashamed of who you are.At one point in your life,Do not be ashamed of who you are.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
you didn't mind being a girl.
It was only after you met
her that you thought, "Maybe
this isn't the right fit." Because,
if you're being honest, she
deserves a knight in shining armor.
You are not Atlas, my dear.
Your shoulders do not
merit a world of troubles,
but instead love-lined clouds
that whisper, "Do not be
ashamed of who you are."
A woman can be a
champion whose heart burns
with more gold than a king's
castle holds. Perhaps if
you had more faith,
you might find that's just what
You've Gone Far EnoughHow many times have you tried, just to put me down,You've Gone Far Enough3 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The last time I remember, I was underground.
And even then I rose up, just to challenge the greats.
You might be thinking that your wins are all a part of your fate;
But it's not!
You're a little puppet in the game,
And when you try to take me out, you'll be feeling the strain!
I will be breathing down your neck and it's offense;
No nonsense. I am the Word of Chen, execution commence!
And now you're feeling the pressure, I'll make you suffer;
Your words try to cut me, but you're bleeding your brother!
You don't recognize that I'm the one who paved your way;
And now you're crying, sweating bullets, while you kneel and pray-
I don't find you. You're scared! Your soul is bared,
The only thing that makes us different is the fact that I cared!
But it don't matter now boy! You can laugh and smile,
Because the only thing left is to burn you in a Word of Chen style.
- Chennie, 21st October 2014