JealousyI watch him walk awayJealousy1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Turn to his friends and say
He'd rather be with them
This happens every day
Jealousy begins to stem
How do I send the feeling away?
The Past, The Present, and Our FutureThe Past, The Present, and Our Future2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter 2- One Step After the Other
Amilie walked down the dirt path, looking at the map. She sighed to herself, realizing how far away her home was from everything else. "This town is so far out from everyone...It's going to take at least a day of walking, just to get out of the forest alone." She sighed again and looked around at the trees. She felt alone, in such a big place "At least this path is marked on the map. Dad must have done it when he was young and would go on adventures." Amilie smiled fondly at the thought of hir writing out secret routes and paths. She remembered when her father gave her these books.
"Okay Ami, let's set up your books in the book shelves." A younger version of Amilie's father stood before a small, red haired girl in a freshly made tree house. It was small and made for one person. It was carved from a large blue windelow tree, the leaves hiding the door. Damien had a large box in his hands, and a charming smile on his lips.
"My books?"Amilie l
The Past, The Present, and Our FutureThe Past, The Present, and Our Future2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter One- Amongst the Trees
Amilie Manson is a pale and petite girl, with long, dark red hair. It flows behind her as she runs quickly. Her breath comes out in harsh pants, and her feet slap the ground as she runs. She runs through the forest with which she grew up knowing and loving. She usually finds a happy place in the forest. When she is in the forest, she feels closer to her powers. Her witch's powers are specialized in wind, earth, water, and fire. Amilie has one other ability that is rather unusual, and she never tells anyone about it. She can feel the spirits of the things around her if she tried to listen hard enough. Amilie has never told anyone about feeling spirit, it's considered a dark art. So she's hid her ability well.
She scans over the trees with her deep purple colored eyes, reading into their spirit. The trees are large and a pretty blue, the branches twist with the other branches. The leaves are paler in color then the bark and there are lightbugs flying throug
Shatterglass by eight 0f heartsShatterglass by eight 0f hearts3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had survived things that no mug should have had to endure.
It had been dropped off cliffs, plunged into radioactive water, used to hold questionable substances and once travelled several hundred kilometres after Pilot tied a helium balloon to it. It had been thrown at Snippy countless times. It had suffered the indignity of being sat on by Engie after the Captain left it lying on a chair.
It had never been washed in its life.
But in the end, all it took was one little nudge, and the mug the great, glorious mug was reduced to a few shards of broken ceramic and a spatter of sad-looking tea.
It happened like this:
They were seated around the kitchen table in their current place of residence. "Kitchen", of course, is taken very broadly here there was no ceiling, nor were there any kitchen appliances; it was, in fact, merely a ramshackle table in the middle of an empty room.
Today's lunch consisted of cold baked beans which was quite the delicacy considering t
Not EveryNot every man is a sexistNot Every11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Not every woman is a saint.
Not every white person is a racist;
You might think it’s so, but it ain’t.
Not every straight is a homophobe
Not every LGBT person is nice.
Not every rich person is a snob;
I won’t tell you twice.
Not every Muslim is a terrorist
Not every Christian is kind.
Not every cishet person is scum;
Please keep that in mind.
Not every human being is evil
Not every human being is good.
Can’t we all just try to get along;
I really think that we should.
DaleHear me read itDale2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They will not silence the bells for you.
The roses will not halt their will to wilt
and lilies will disassemble under the earth.
They will not dust Frankincense over cities
and trees will not bow down in grief
willingly donating limbs to become tissues.
But throats will dry out mid-sentence and
black hankerchiefs will be dubbed into pockets.
There will be enough salt to melt the ice
embedded around the hearts of old enemies.
Old enemies will turn friend once more
and the church will be full, packed with love.
The world is unlikely to take a moment's prayer;
Earth spins too fast to pause for any of us.
But the meagre collection of people you touched
(meagréd only by the tear-ridden knowledge
that you would have touched many more in time)
Will ache tonight and whisper of your friendship.
You were and always will be; loved.
Bad timing [dialogue story]Bad timing [dialogue story]2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Characters: C. Snippy/Sniper & A. Gromov/Engineer
Caught in a hearty small-talk with a stranger, Snippy walks down the street alongside the female companion he met a few days ago. She'd been sharing her findings with him and proved to mean him no harm, so he decided to allow her to stick around with him while the rest of his crew wasn't around.
I tell you, in these post-apocalyptic times, you can never be sure. I'd say most of the people you meet will want to murder and rob you.
You can't trust anyone, especially not people who seem irrationally nice to you, people who seem irrationally mean to you, aliens, giant monster worms, strangers in general or that guy over there crouching behind that broken wall and looking like he has a rifle aimed at us- Ooooh fuck…
Snippy wraps his arms around the girl as the gun goes off, and pulls her down behind a car for cover.
Seconds later he sits up and leans against the
Itachi + Kisame"Shut up."Itachi + Kisame6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Hey, I didn't say anything!"
His hands went up in a protective motion and he chuckled.
"What's eating you today?"
"Obviously not you, though I know you'd like to."
He looked at the man behind himself and smirked.
"Stupid, mean, sexy Uchiha."
"Wait, say that last one again?"
Itachi turned and rested his hands on his hips, smirking mischievously.
Itachi found himself happily pinned, tightly to a tree, the strong, large man holding him there with his body.
"You're too sexy, Uchiha."
"Well then, what are you going to do about it?"
Kisame chuckled and intentionally kept his lips just an inch away from Itachi's.
"What do you want me to do about it?"
Itachi's eyebrows twitched in impatience and anger as Kisame didn't kiss him.
He was all too willing.
A is for ArachnophobiaA is for ArachnophobiaA is for Arachnophobia3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Having a grown man leap on top of you in the ungodly hours of the morning is hardly the most pleasant way to wake up.... as Charles Snippy now knew from first-hand experience.
"What," he gasped, winded, shoving Pilot off his chest, "are you doing?!"
Pilot let out an infernal screech as he tried to clamber further onto the couch and further onto Snippy, his arms and legs wrapping around the sniper like a monkey.
"Run, Snippy!" he screeched. "Run for your life!"
"Run from what?!" All traces of sleepiness now gone, Snippy attempted to prise Pilot off him, but the other had a grip of steel and was clinging like a limpet.
"It'll eat us alive!" Pilot wailed. "It'll lay eggs in us and they'll hatch out of our eyeballs!"
"What are you talking about?!" Snippy asked irritably, turning his face away as Pilot began waving his hands madly about. "Stop squirming around! Get off me!"
Finally seeming to calm himself down, Pilot crawled off Sni
2240The boy asked, “What’s snow like?”224010 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My lips became numb,
I’m afraid to say,
I couldn’t answer.
You and Me"And so the first vampires came in contact with humans and " Kaname tuned out the rest of the teacher's sentence, choosing rather to concentrate on his absentminded doodles in the back of his textbook. He exhaled heavily through his nose, utterly bored by the lecture. Discreetly glancing at his watch, he groaned quietly to himself in dismay two hours left Kaname heaved another sigh and turned to look out of the large windows near his seat.You and Me4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was about midnight and the moon had fully risen, casting her soft light on the stone terrace and surrounding grounds. Moonlight illuminated everything with a pearly light, making it glow, including a silver-haired prefect leaning on the stone wall of the terrace. Zero.
The strong wind ruffled his hair, making it blow every which way, but the prefect didn't seem to mind, even when it blew into his eyes. He seemed to be staring at something down below. Kaname waited for him to move or maybe shout at some way-ward girls out
Giusto“N-o-o-o-o!”Giusto1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
He screamed at me, his goggly eyes opened like a frog’s. His voice was funny, it made me want to laugh - but he also looked scary, so I didn't. I stopped singing and stared at him. I wasn't sure if I had to close my mouth or not so I left it half open.
“No! No! No! That was not a mi sharp!”
I thought it would be good to close my mouth now. The man looked at Papa and pointed his tiny finger at me. He was all tiny, only his head was huge, with a funny mustache and the goggly eyes.
“Why did you bring this to me? Are you trying to mock me? You’re wasting my time!”
Papa was all red by now and not looking at me. I didn't know what was going on but I think Papa wanted to be away from the huge room with the piano.
“He was in the church choir” Papa stuttered. “The choir master told us he was very good – he has a very high voice – good technique -”
“Good technique? Good techniq
The Red PlagueThe boy pressed his mask closer to his face with one hand while he pulled his sister with the other. She puffed as they ran at a pace the young girl could only just barely keep up with.The Red Plague9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Where... are we going Eric? Why did... we leave the shelter?” she asked breathlessly.
The boy, Eric continued to pull his sister behind them as they ran. As an athlete, this was nothing to him and was able to speak with ease compared to her. “We're finding a new shelter,” he answered. “The last shelter wasn't safe anymore. We'll find one soon, and then you can rest Angel”
Eric looked back for a moment to look at his sister. Being several years younger, she was much smaller than him. Her pearly skin shone where what little wasn't covered in heavy clothing. Thick, naturally glossy hair cascaded down her back to waist and fell slightly into her face. A mask covered most of her face, but clear blue eyes shone just above. They sparkled with intelligence beyond her age, th
Knotted Flags 17Knotted Flags 175 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Russia hadn't returned. All the Allies sat around the conference table, solemn and silent. They looked at each other from time to time, guilt and reluctance etched in their eyes. All were prepared for war, in uniforms that were ready to be bloodied and ruined. Possibly even blown holes in. Guns strapped to their chests and explosives in their pockets. England and France kept looking at each other, the same thought running through their minds. What if someone attacked while their babies were still in the infant stage? Tiny America and tiny Canada all cuddled up in a corner screaming... Their hearts would be broken. But by then England would glare and look away, leaving France with the sadness. Soon America stood, taking the green army print helmet from the table and placing it on his head. " I don't think Russia is returning... We need to start on our own. All in favor in taking out the Axis Powers, once and for all? "
Slowly, hands rose. It meant land. It meant wealth. And most of all,
AtAInterview transcriptAtAInterview transcript2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
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You and Me Part 2-------------------------------------------------------------------- Part 2You and Me Part 24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Relief flooded through Kaname and he smiled at the scared expression Zero was making, as if he expected to be reprimanded strictly. Running his fingers down Zero's cheek he asked: "Then why does it matter?"
What? Zero opened his eyes to see Kaname gazing at him with soft, smiling eyes. His restraining hands turned gentle and softly caressed Zero's face, moving across his cheeks and brushing the hair out of his eyes. Zero looked away. "But, doesn't it? Don't you feel weird, strange, awkward?" he asked, offering Kaname a medley of words while his hands went up unconsciously to cover Kaname's.
"Should I?" Kaname asked Zero. He let his words hang in the air for a moment before he spoke again, cutting Zero off. "Why should I? Why should I feel embarrassed strange awkward?" I don't see any need to. I'm not committing a crime." Zero's face became troubled again. "But"
RA: Part of a Chain (Chapter 1/4)RA: Part of a Chain (Chapter 1/4)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Characters: C. Snippy/Sniper & A. Gromov/Engineer & C. Hatchenson/Pilot
"We're all part of a chain. But sometimes, one part goes missing and a replacement is needed."
Chapter 1: Assault
In search of answers on the mysteries of Captain, Snippy warily snuck through the city, his target within sight. It was one of those days when Captain would decide to go on a long walk alone, then suddenly disappear and not return again until late in the evening. Nobody ever found out what he did or where he went. But this time, Snippy was following him imperceptibly.
Asking never revealed the answers to his questions, for Captain would feign ignorance and simply change the topic to pull his head out of the loop. So now Snippy was on a... discovery mission (which totally didn't count as stalking), close enough to keep the leader in vision and just distant enough to avoid being seen.
At the end of the street, the man in the gray wool
Jacqueline Risen's ProfileBackgroundJacqueline Risen's Profile9 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Birthplace: Thermosia Region, Yougan
Parentage: Ulric and Lorelei
Height: 0.99 m / 3’3”
Weight: 31.75 kg / 70 lbs.
Leader of the Risen Regime
Master of Feng Hyung Yi and Long Bao
Skills & Abilities
-High Resistance to High Temperatures
Mastery in Almost Every Known Weaponry
-Repairs wounds and injuries over time
-Bracelets House its Power Cores and Remote Communicators
Twin Katana Blades
-Can deflect plasma shots and bullets
-Can withstand high temperatures
-Fires electroshock shots
2 Electroshock Taser Blaster Pistols
Desert Eagle .50 Caliber Handgun
Single Handedly Defeated the Daedalus Elites
Conquered Several Different Nations
Most powerful Risen in History
Found a Way to Summon Wings to Fly by Using Tattoos on Her Back
Mastered 2 Fighting Styles on Her Own
Six years ago.I wasn't ready for you. I was readySix years ago.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for a brawl. I was ready to trade in the hand
I'd been dealt for new cards, all of them
the queen of hearts. I was ready
to fight my mother for the next four years,
to blow so many holes in our relationship that we're
still half-sunk & bailing water out of a boat
we don't recognise anymore.
I was ready for a drink. I was ready
to hit rock bottom & start digging, to put out
my own fire with dirt and a shovel. I was ready
to be the kind of shitty girlfriend that leaves
you hanging on the other end of the line
while I chain smoke cigarettes
in the rain,
to spend six years and counting
waiting for another man to hit me,
to stay up late every night deciding
whether to walk away this time
or close my eyes and take it.
I was a rabid dog in too-small skin, itching
to break everything around me
until I felt whole again.
I wasn't ready to be happy.
I was on hands and skinned knees crawling
towards the day that I would.
gossamer, and yousome peoplegossamer, and you1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
(the lucky ones)
get songs stuck in their heads.
i, on the other hand,
am left with words
that beat incessantly against
the confines of my brain.
last week, it was "gossamer."
i thought it was whimsical;
that was pleasant.
i saw the word
every which way i turned:
a gossamer veil of sunlight,
a silk shirt like gossamer,
a spider hanging by a thread of it.
i hate the word now,
with all its whimsy washed away;
the hard g is too harsh and garish
against the roof of my mouth,
the double s too serpentine.
it feels numbingly stiff on my tongue,
like some sort of linguistic anomaly,
a could-be word that really shouldn't be.
today, it was your name.
(i never thought
proper nouns counted, but
evidently, they do.)
i didn't see you as much as i heard you,
in the whistling of the breeze
or the creaking of the hardwood floors.
your imposing yet warm presence
near the nape of my neck.
i admit that somewhere
in the recesses of my mind,
House of the SnailCurled like a tadpole in the confines of the ball turret, he slips into his mind and enters the first nautilus ring of memory.House of the Snail3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He sees a potting shed littered with terra cotta fragments, soft loam, and quietly rotting tomato vines. It is fall now, and the place hasn't been used for nearly a month, not that his mother was ever much of a gardener - she prefers the career of a socialite, and complains constantly about this heathen life in the country. His father yells whenever she embarks on a new tirade, and his mother drinks something out of a square-cut glass bottle that looks as though it were pilfered from Oz, and then everything is still again. For a while.
He watches himself enter the shed, gawky and fair. Tears have made a paisley pattern of sorts in the skim of blood on his pale cheek, and the skin about his eye looks like an oval of wet blotter paper rife with plum-colored ink. He purloins a splinter of stake from the tomato ruins, and in his rage and helplessness, ass
Good dayGood day2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Charles Snippy hadn’t had a good day in a long while. He’d had an okay day a while back, when he was able to make it all the way until lunch without incident. But it’s safe to say, that that day didn’t end very well for him. He never knew Turnip-phobia could be a real thing, turns out, it is and forever will be to him. But not this day, it was different. He woke up later than usual, filled with energy. He looked around the bare room incredulously, he had actually woken up on his own. No loud noises, explosions, or otherwise rather unfriendly manners of awakening. Captain wasn’t hovering over him as usual, and Pilot wasn’t springing out from anywhere with a weapon. He was about to go back to sleep, thinking that he was probably still dreaming, but a loud noise from outside startled him back into consciousness.
He sighed, well, that was short lived. He stood up and stretched, thankfully finding the rifle next to his