The SilentThe SilentThe Silent2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We are the hurt
and the silent
We are the few who observe
From the corner where we sit
Forgotten by the people
Who’s lives throw them
Into social beings
We remain silent
Hoping one day in selfishness
That someone will break their trance
And speak to the silent who refuse
We hope one day
Someone will long to tear
Down our walls
That have kept us silent
But we will not let our walls
For these walls are our treasure
And keep us safe to whom may hurt us
But we will keep it down
For who we care
But don’t be mistaken
For our walls are not to oppress
But to protect
To keep us silent from violence
And judging eyes who mock
We are the silent
Constantly neglected by society
For we don’t follow their
Clueless moulds of who we must be
So we remain silent
Beating against the waves
Who long to tear us down
We are not the weak
But the strong
We are the ones whose bones
Handle the pain we keep inside
For we have no
Slender - Everlasting FriendshipSlender - Everlasting Friendship1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
One would think that being rich young man like me would make me happy. Owning my own business within a vast city has giving me everything I have ever wanted. Yet here I sit in my remote wooden cabin alone, drumming my fingers on the arm of my chair as I stare at my phone. I have been waiting all day, like the other days, for my friends to call me. This was meant to be our big week together. Our time to canoe, play tennis and drink ourselves silly. But ever since I have tried to get them to join me, we have started to drift part. I often wonder what I am doing wrong.
My cabin was lit orange by the open fire fighting off the chill outside. Winter was leaving and trees have only started to bud, however it didn’t make the nights any more warmer. Holding a cold beer I gaze out my balcony window seeing the tree-covered valleys and the white river below that reflected the pale moon. It would of been a awesome evening to share this with my friends.
A sudden loud knocking on my front door
Week to Weak.Week to Weak.Week to Weak.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Why is it the week days go so slow?
But yet the weekends are over in an instant.
I have gotten so used to being constantly on the go,
That every part of my life has become routinely consistent.
Whenever I have a time slot that is vacantly free,
I feel as if I should be developing or preparing for something else.
I always feel as if there is somewhere else that I was meant to be.
I never take full advantage of the short intervals I have to myself.
I’ve had enough of the early mornings and the constant yawning.
Dreaming of over sleeping and then opening my eyes all of a sudden.
Even the usual serene sounds of the birds chirping have become haunting.
Every morning I wake up to my annoying alarm and tap the snooze button.
I work, wait and anticipate for the week to end.
Making hopeful plans to catch up with some old friends.
And before you know it Monday has dawned once again.
I wish the weekends had more days imbedded in-between them.
Birds Inside my Bedroom WallsThere are strange noises late that nightBirds Inside my Bedroom Walls3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that rouse me from my peaceful slumber.
There are birds inside my bedroom walls.
They sing and they call.
I think it's coming from outside
while I lay in my bed and listen,
but then I hear it clear as day,
unclear as darkest night,
as they talk to me,
from within my bedroom walls.
"There are birds in my walls, mother
we must get them out.
They're singing, they're crying,
they're asking me to free them.
We must save them.
And she says,
"There are no birds in the walls, honey.
The birds don't share their songs at night
and they do not live
inside the walls of our home."
I listen and I try to sleep
but I still hear them,
and they sound desperate.
And who can blame them,
when they're imprisoned within
such a dark and tight enclosure?
"There are birds in my bedroom walls, mother.
They'll hurt themselves, they'll suffocate."
And she shakes her head
50 Ways to Annoy Orochimaru...Okay. Words of Wisdom for Today:50 Ways to Annoy Orochimaru...8 years ago in Humor More Like This
If you tell yourself you're going to fail before you even try, then your heart is admitting defeat, and you will have already lost.
The Actual name of this is 50 Ways to Annoy Orochimaru and his Bitch Kabuto, but that wouldn't fit. D:
1. Steal Kabuto's glasses
2. Braid Orochimaru's hair.
3. paint a lightning shaped scar on Kabuto's forehead.
4. Call Orochimaru a pedophile, When he denies, ask him why he fondles little boys cheeks.
5. Ask Kabuto if he actually molests Orochimaru back to health.
6. Pants Orochimaru when he's fighting with Tsunade and Jiraiya.
7. Tell Kabuto exactly how Orochimaru is going to die.
8. Lock yourself in Kimimaro's room, and use a cure for TB on him.
9. Sob to Orochimaru about how cute he was when he was a little boy.
10. Run into Suigetsu's room with Sasuke, and then throw Sasuke into the water RIGHT when Kabuto and Orochimaru come in, and scream, 'SUIGETSU CAPTURED SASUKE AND IS RAPING HIM!!!" And then laugh really hard when
The unknown and untold Slender taleThe unknown and untold Slender tale2 years ago in Settings More Like This
In the depth's woods of Okalahoma, stories and legends fore tell of a Slender men roaming the wood's, ever since the time of when the first settler's made settlement on this patch of land centuries ago, stories of Children being taken and to never be seen again, but if you were to pursue the man responsible for the disappearances, watch yourself as he will be coming for you. But over the year's, more Slender's appeared, and in time to the present, more stories come about different Slender men, one unique to the other, but yet still all Slender's, men without faces, all but one that was the most dangerous of them all.
But let's not get carried away about the danger's of the present times of the Slender's shale we? One Story part takes when most of the Slender's are just children, one of the eldest being responsible for caring for them while their Father was gone. Slender kid as he was well known in the day, was a very responsible brother, he had gone through times where to the point, if
Confessions in the VoidAuthor's Note: This small drabble was inspired by song, You can still be Free, by Savage Garden. For some reason a great deal of thier lyrics seem to suit these two. Please forgive my spelling, English is not my first language.Confessions in the Void8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Cool breeze and autumn leaves,
Slow motion daylight...
A lone pair of watchful eyes,
Oversee the living...
Can you hear me?
Please Jashin-Sama if you can hear me let him hear my voice one last time...
I miss you terribly Kakuzu-Kun. As I lie here in this dark, forsaken place I miss you. I miss your voice. You were always so arrogant, but it made me feel confident in myself. Your constant complaining about money made me laugh. I miss your touch. How your skin was always warm, even on a cold night. I remember tracing your stitching with my fingertips, marvelling at the stark contrast between pale peach and cocoa brown. I miss the feel of your breath on my cheek and neck as we slept side by side. Here in this cold place I only have the darkness. I miss your
What if I told you...I'm a 19-year-old straight male, currently a student at university in a country you've never heard of.What if I told you...2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
There comes a time in our lives, usually when we are young, when we just want to shout our thoughts at the wrold, at everyone, even if we know nobody will hear. We see a commercial, we hear a line in a movie, we read a chapter in a book, which captures us violently, shakes us and we recover from the shake so stunned and amazed that we want to say everything that is on our mind in that same way. Then we pour a glass of water, juice, beer, something, sit by the open window staring at the passing cars or falling leaves, and start composing all the words in one finished thought.
This is pretty much what happened to me two minutes ago.
And it all started with the condition:
What if I told you...
What if I told you that some people don't think what they claim to think when they oppose you in an argument, no, they just want to stomp you with their leather boots
Sunday MorningSunday, Kakuzu had decided, was his favorite day of the week.Sunday Morning4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sunday was the day of relaxation; Sunday was the one day that everyone in the Akatsuki base got to take a day off from being bloodthirsty criminals, and got to get back to being human. Sunday meant that Kakuzu could wake up whenever he pleased, and it was usually to the rich scent of homemade pancakes and hot maple syrup--underneath her unreachable exterior, Konan was quite the cook.
Sunday meant that Kakuzu could lounge around in his fleece pajama pants, mask and shirt still hanging on a hook in his closet; Sunday meant that he could read the paper at the table and drink coffee and talk about the economy with Sasori.
Sunday was the one day that Kakuzu could forget about the bounties, and the finances, and the Bijuu and the missions, and instead remember what is was like to be normal.
But, best of all, Sunday was the day that Kakuzu could blink awake to see a mess of silver hair on his chest, and feel Hidan's warmth c
Tumblr blog responses condensed-part 4(a conversation between the slenderbeing Archer, and Offenderman)Tumblr blog responses condensed-part 49 months ago in Horror More Like This
ask-archer-the-slender asked: *He looks at the larger Slender with a curious frown, humming in thought*
"You know what Offender? The fedora and trench coat is making me wonder that you are in fact nearly 100 years old. But I might be over thinking this here."
Smexy:I think a better way to go about thinking about this is, if it were true, then that would mean the guy old enough to be your great grandpa is still partying harder and getting way more ass than you.
Archer: "I’m just curious to why you get so touchy when people ask your age. And most older men tend to fly off the handle over that question."
*folds arms frowning*
"And for the record having sex isn’t something you should treat as a scoreboard. Even so, I get plenty myself with the right ladies.~"
Archer: *Shoots a glare at her*
Smexy:Heh, a good mentality to have for someone so outta the game they wouldn’t
The Chef's SurpriseThe Chef's Surprise1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
My wife was a busy woman, always tending to her work before her duties as a spouse. She worked for a rather large financial corporation as the CEO, where as I was just a stay at home writer. We both were constantly consumed by our work and as you can guess, we hardly ever spent time with each other anymore, let alone had a home cooked meal but this was the ever growing norm in our lives.
She went to work and I stayed home, growing more annoyed at how she cared more about her damn job then she did about her own husband. We fought on and off about the subject of her taking less hours and spending more time at home with me, but that went in one ear and easily out the other. She would always say something along the lines of:
“These numbers won’t simply calculate themselves”
“A business isn't run efficiently without it’s CEO.”
She always made sure to remind that she brought home the money, what with me only having ever published one book. It was eviden
FreedomWashington had always loved the sky. There was something about flying; maybe it had been the being so close to the open air, able to almost reach out and touch the ceiling of the world. The sky had always held magic for him. Washington had loved the freedom of it. How he could simply escape from base when he felt like it, take a plane out of the hangar and disappear into the waiting blue spaces between the clouds under the pretense of a recon mission. How easy it had been to just vanish into radio silence above the world below, seeing the mountains and forests of a foreign land stretching beneath him, an unfamiliar and empty sky above him. Washington loved it all. Even after the wars ended, it was still all to easy for him to fly and to disappear at will. All he had ever needed to do was to say; "I'll be back later," take his plane and leave.Freedom5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the cockpit of a plane, everything fell away. All the layers of worry, frustration and anger peeled off, falling out into the sky a
AsexualityI am not in denial.Asexuality4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I am not a secret lesbian/gay.
I am not afraid of sex.
I am not a prude.
I am not a religious freak.
I am not hiding.
I am not constantly pleasuring myself.
I am not depressed.
I am not crazy.
I am not a freak.
I am not dead.
I do not have a creepy fetish.
I am not the result of a traumatic past.
I have not been raped.
I do not hate people.
I do give hugs/kisses.
I am not playing hard to get.
I am not looking for attention.
I am just not interested.
I am human.
I am asexual.
Real You and Fake MeReal You and Fake MeReal You and Fake Me2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Who are you? Is that something you can really answer? Throughout your nomadic existence you could never truly answer that question. You are like clay; you can mold yourself into whatever you please in order to fool the common masses. I envy that power of yours. You make yourself flawless, proper, and intelligent. Without effort you can put anyone into your indefinite maze of shape and size. As someone such as myself, I can’t fathom the mysteries within that sealed heart of yours. Can you be someone real anymore? Continuously molding yourself must be tiring… and painful. Even when you do this, your ever changing personally always draws the undesirables out. Is that a good thing? I suppose it is. As you have lost the will to carry on with humanity, you’ve lost the twinkle of your heart. The love of humanity you once held dear has ceased before it began, and you were in pain even before you knew what that was.
Who am I? I can’t answer that any
Insomnia's rewardsInsomnia's rewardsInsomnia's rewards6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Another night after training, another night alone...bored...
I'm not sleepy, I'm not even tired today! I don't get why I have to rest all this time anyway, Kabuto keeps saying I should but I don't get it, I should be working more for Lord Orochimaru, sleeping wont help make me stronger for him! Sigh again.
I sat up in the dark, cursing it for reminding me of my old room, and rubbed my eyes in irritation, giving up on trying to fall asleep any time soon. Damn...
I hate nights like this, it gives me too much time to think...I'm meant to be Lord Orochimaru's tool, his loyal fighter, his own personal assasin to use and order about as he wishes and eventually, with the highest amount of honor I've ever felt, I will become his body and be with him, a peice of his skin and his heart, forever...and as much as I do enjoy thinking about that, alone in this black little room of mine my mind doesn't always stray to such happy thi
Image of Me OroKabu drabble/Look at me what do you see?Image of Me OroKabu drabble8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Am I real or just a dream?
Am I something that you need?
Or just an image of me?
So if you think that you're in love with me
Or is it just the whole idea?/
"Image of me"
The Sannin was the first to wake in the dim light of the room. Candles that had been left burning were now nothing but sputtering stumps, leaving a lingering scent of sweat and burned wax in the wake of hazy smoke. Giving a deep sigh, Orochimaru's golden eyes turned to the other side of the bed, where his companion lay still fast asleep. His hair seemed to be spun silver splayed out across his milky shoulders, and his slender body was mostly uncovered as the sheets had pooled around his waist during sleep. His arms were under the pillow, which only stretched him out all the more. Giving a slight smile, Orochimaru reached out slowly to touch the silky hair, brushing it from those flawless shoulders. It felt wonderful as he slid his pale fingers through it, uncovering what it hid. Marks of
Short MemeHide and SeekImogen HeapShort Meme4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"What did you say?"
Kakuzu sighed, glancing away from Hidanthe two were standing outside Hidan's apartment on a chilly November night, two days after the four-year anniversary of their first date. Hidan was staring at Kakuzu with his mouth slightly agape, disbelief painted in every fiber of his being.
"I said " Kakuzu sighed again, scratching the back of his head, looking uncomfortable. "I said, we should end it."
Hidan blinked, once again dumfounded by the statement. " break up? Why? Kakuzu"
"Look, it's for the best," Kakuzu muttered, kicking the leaves beneath his feetHidan had bought the shoes he was wearing, he suddenly realized. The connection made his heart sink even more. "I mean all we do is fight. And argue. And Hidan, I can't live that way."
"For the best," Hidan echoed, staring at the groundin that one moment, he looked as close to tears as Kakuzu had ever seen him before. But in the next second, it was go
Its comingi̷̖̠̒̍̑t͈̱̘̣̱̱̻̆̓̍̾s͖͐̌̈́̋ͧͤ͌ ̓̀ͪ̉͏͖͓͇c̞̪̼̹̙̅͌̏ͦͣ̇͂́om͕̃͂̑̅͛͞i̤͔̹̱̾̉ͫ̌̚n̂ͬ̈̀͟g͔͖̳̬̬̬̃̽ͩ̚ ̻̣̬̼̓͐̀ͭ́̆̂f̺͍̖̬̹ͅo̝̺̝͕͍̞̦ͮ͂ͧ̆͒̌͐r̪̽̾ͩ͛̓̚ ͉̟̠̈́ͧ̈́y̪͙̪̠̟͓̰͊ͪͨ̀̋o̫͍̭̮̱̜ͥ̔ͮ̋̓ű̜ͣ͞ ͇͇͈̪͔̉͋͂̎Its coming2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
MaskyxReaderxHoodie: Chapter 7Masky x Reader x HoodieMaskyxReaderxHoodie: Chapter 71 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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(A/N: This one strays a bit from the marble hornets theme. I wanted to make it more interesting. He won't be in here long, I promise.)
I woke up and sighed in comfort as the two men still had their arms wrapped around me. I had a few nightmares in the night, but nothing as bad as the first one. It seemed like the monster was giving me a break.
I nudged the men softly, earning some groans from them as they slowly woke,“Hey, you two, as much as I love the warmth, its late morning and I’m hungry.”
Masky wiggled his way out of the bed and pushed Hoodie jokingly off the other side. “Hey!” Hoodie squeaked as he hit the ground.
“Oh cmon, it didn’t hurt” Masky said with a laugh. “So what do you wan
WAR Chapter 23 If there was anything BEN could have said to piss Slenderman off the most, telling him his estate burned down was probably at the top at that list. While everyone else shrank back from the entity as tendrils exploded from the back of his suit, BEN just lay limply in the dog’s jaw, grinning, and totally uncaring of Slenderman’s growing wrath. Jeff shook his head. Fearless dipshit, that one.WAR Chapter 231 year ago in Drama More Like This
“What did you do, Benjamin?” Slenderman demanded tersely, tendrils twitching agitatedly around him.
“Can you guys talk about this later?” another voice chimed in as the person in the other head’s jaws flailed. “Preferably after this dog has dropped me? Hey, giant snake thing, is this your dog? Can you have him drop me please? His slobber has completely soaked through my clothes.”
“That dog is my son,” Typhoeus snapped. “Orthus, drop those cretin
A Pregnant PauseIt was the last day of summer and you lay on the beach in your favorite swimsuit, happily soaking in the last rays of the setting sun. The sand was deliciously warm under your blanket and you were alone on your section of the beach, the sound of the gulls and the flowing waves your only company. You sat up slowly to watch the sunset, smiling peacefully to yourself.A Pregnant Pause1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Soft, unhurried footsteps were coming towards you across the sand but you choose to ignore them, intend on watching the wonderful reds and oranges and pinks of the sunset. Then the footsteps stopped.
“Beautiful, isn't it?” A man's deep voice whispered, almost to quiet for you to hear, “It's like the sky was cut open and is bleeding out, so pretty.”
“I...suppose,” You said softly, uneasy. You turned around to see the man and when your eyes met his your heart jumped into your throat, your eyes wide in horror.
Jeffery Woods, more widely known as Jeff the Killer, was standing there, his long b
Contest Entry: Hoodie X ReaderContest Entry: Hoodie X Reader1 year ago in Drama More Like This
Pixels were a fucking bitch. That much was a truth.
Currently, you were sitting in your basement turned tech studio trying to clear up an image on your screen. You’re old High School friend Jay had stopped by about five months ago and asked if you could help him clean up some of the footage he had taken and found. You silently cursed yourself for majoring in video editing, it just meant you were the first and only person Jay could count on.
You opened your mouth, clicking your tongue as you rotated your chair to move onto the next screen. You had four computers in this closet, all set up in a circle with you at the center on your la-z-boy office chair. The few friends you had trusted enough to show this room had only stared around with wide eyes. In the center of the basement was your circle of computers, along the far wall opposite the stairs were three flat screen T.V’s, along with a fourth on the left wall that held your se
Hetalia Headcanons((MOST OF THESE HEADCANONS WERE NOT MINE, AND WERE TAKEN FROM TUMBLR AND FACEBOOK. I JUST THOUGHT I'D SHARE SOME WITH YOU.))Hetalia Headcanons1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
1.China was the first to find out about nations not dying, and when other nations found out that China knew they just “WHY DID YOU NOT SAY ANYTHING??” and he sort of half glares and whispers “Ancient Chinese secret”
2.Once, Liechtenstein got a copy of "Animal Crossing" from Japan for Christmas, and she didn't stop playing it for days.
3.Italy only retreats so easily because he knows that if he dies, Romano dies too.
4. America going to visit George Washington’s grave every year on the anniversary of his death to tell him what’s going on in the goverment and politics and what not and finally one year he breaks down and asks him if he’s proud of him.
5. Germany and Romano are best friends when they're drunk.
6. Herr stick is part of the push broom Chibitalia gave Holy Rome. Germany can't remember
What If..? Chapter 2Chapter 2 – ConsolationWhat If..? Chapter 21 year ago in Horror More Like This
Liu woke up to hear muffled noises coming from outside his room. They sounded like voices, but he couldn’t hear what was being said.
Slowly, he got up and cracked open the door…
…And instantly wished he hadn’t.
Jeff was knelt on the floor with his arms around his mother, crying profusely. Margaret was kneeling beside him, whispering quietly. There was blood everywhere.
“It’s okay,” she said. “You’ll be fine, don’t worry. We’ll figure this out, okay baby?”
“I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened, I-.”
“Mom?” Liu asked, leaving his room. “What’s going on?”
Margaret looked at him sadly. “Get in the car,” she said.
“Mom, what’s..?” He trailed off when he saw the bloody knife on the floor, and the blood that was covering his mother’s chest. Instead, he just did as he was told, and followed his dad o