Not the Beauty you expect, nor the Beast you fearTo think this all started with that fool stealing from me. To this day, I still believe he had no reason to take that flower, besides some ridiculous test of bravery. To think, a grown man engaging in such activities, ready to turn tail and flee like a dog the moment he had his trophy. He doesn't even know the significance of what he tried to take! Not that he'd understand if I even bothered to try and explain it to him, but then he had to get all defensive, saying how it was just a flower. If he had just ran when I caught him, and I know he wanted to, then that would have been it. Though, I suppose if he had, I would never have met her.Not the Beauty you expect, nor the Beast you fear2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He just wouldn't leave well enough alone, even after I tried the whole scaring shtick. I must have not been quite as bad as the rumors had prepared him for, you'd think I was some sort of horrible cross between Bigfoot and a werewolf if you listened to them, because he managed to stand his ground. Now, while I may not be a cryptozoologist's dream, i'm
SoulxBlackstar: Sentence Challange#01 ComfortSoulxBlackstar: Sentence Challange3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cool guys don't cry, so that's why Blackstar did everything he could to stop him.
Mistletoe always has had amazing powers, but they said a do-over was in order.
Soul peacefully asleep against him, Blackstar stroked the soft white locks gently.
"I-It...It hurts so fucking much!" Blackstar watched the boy grind his teeth and claw at his chest as the black blood burned him. He made sure to hold onto him tightly, as if it was the last thing he would ever do.
The 4 year old weapon passed the 5 year old assassain a picture: a red heart made with a potato print smiling innosently.
A little cliche, but kissing in the rain always did sound sort of romantic.
The chocolate was called a 'strawberry kiss' after all~
To see him happy is what made him have a reason to smile.
That was the last time Maka listened into one of her partner's
Viva Black and WhiteIn celebration of tomorrow's release of Black2 and White2.Viva Black and White3 years ago in Drama More Like This
I've made a written parody of Coldplay's Viva la Vida in the description below.
Featuring Black, White, Nate, and Mei all together in song.
Choose 3: Adventures in Flash Fiction1-Choose 3: Adventures in Flash Fiction2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You wake to find yourself in a strange mansion. Oppressively gloomy, the room exhibits an oddly familiar and yet vaguely sinister atmosphere. You look through the window, but the outside world looks all distortified and weird. There are some tiny black footprints on the wall. By the hearth is a dark mat of some sort. A wolf skin rug. “Damon wakesss,” it hisses. How did the rug know your name?
Follow the footprints (Go to 2)
Talk to the rug (Go to 3)
There's a small black salamander hiding behind the curtains. It's an inkling. With some effort you manage to catch it.
Key item 'Inkling' has been added to your futility belt.
The inkling is literally dripping words. It has written 'rose' on the wall with its tail. You think this might be important.
Look for a rose (Go to 5)
Talk to the rug (Go to 3)
The rug's snarling wolf head is looking directly at you. Although its teeth are constantly bared, it seems able to talk without much difficulty.
“Well well well,
My darling brotherMy darling brother,My darling brother2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I hope things are going well for you.
This summer has not shaped up how any of us expected, has it? To think that one year ago we were sitting in the lap of luxury, and now we are scattered to the ends of the continent in a miserable exile. It is unbearable to think of our cousins still feasting, draped in jewels, while we must content ourselves to live on their pity.
Forgive me. You asked, of course, about the rest of the family in your last letter. Grandfather has been horribly boring lately, sulking around and not doing anything. I know he misses having a kingdom, but really! I do not understand how he manages to spend so much time just lounging around.
I found Anne’s diary the other day, and to quote from it -
“While being away from home has its disadvantages, I like being surrounded by so many men that are not our relatives. It is a relief to be able to carry on an affair with one of them without having to worry that he is really our cook.
Funeral WeatherMami touched my back,Funeral Weather2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
reminding me to kneel. The prayer lasted
until the rain stopped pouring,
the pallbearers standing by the casket,
white gloves on white wood.
The grass was wet at the cemetery.
Papi told me he didn't want a Catholic funeral
when he died.
"It was right for him,"
he whispered as Abuelo descended
with his red roses. Papi squeezed my shoulder,
trying his best to cry like he had yesterday
and the day before.
I held the printed obituary. It promised,
"He was born into eternity."
Now the priest rambles about communication,
how kids today don't bring situations to their parents,
and tragedies like these could be prevented
if everyone just opened up at the dinner table
or at least sat together.
I know when to kneel,
when to stand,
waiting for Michael to move his head
so I can catch glimpses of the pretty girl
whose picture has been cropped and enhanced,
blown up into a portrait that looks more watercolor
unlike the flesh and blood
of Jesus Christ o
Daddy DiscordDaddy DiscordDaddy Discord3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
So there you are my Dad, a statue oh so cold so dead
You tore their world apart and ev'rypony lost their head
Now I must carry on making Chaos for you instead
'Cause you are my Daddy Discord and I am a piece of you!
I miss you, Daddy...
Please do not cry my dear your daddy is still very here
And when I do bust out we can respread the random fear
Our joy will be their pain as their world drowns in choc'late rain
'Cause I am your Daddy Discord and you are a piece of me!
Remember that one time you took me to that baseball game?
I got my Cutie mark...
...and things were never quite the same.
My wild pitches flew driving the ponies all insane
'Cause you are My Daddy Discord and I am a piece of you!
Take me out to your mind game!
If Chaos loses it's a real shame!
Oh simple spawn of mine without you I would be so lost
You have stuck by my si
Death The Kid x Reader: We Can Fight.DWMA tests you in every aspect.Death The Kid x Reader: We Can Fight.2 years ago in Settings More Like This
You had two tests in one day today, as well as training. You were so tired. You wore a loose, plain (s/c) shirt, and (p/c) jeans, so it felt like you could just fall asleep on any desk of your choice. However, you did work your ass off to get into the elite classes, so you kept yourself from falling asleep, even though it was no easy task…
You trudged into the dorm that you shared with Kid, Patty and Liz. You threw your shoulder bag into the kitchen, where you always did, and began moving to your room. All you wanted to do was sleep, but you couldn’t even make it to your room. You just passed Liz and Patty’s room when you realised that you weren’t going to make it, and you glanced at the couch beside you…
Within moments, you were asleep, taking up the whole couch. You needed this sleep, you really did. You’d been studying for the tests you had today since forever, so now the late nights were taking their toll.
Death the Kid x Reader. Part Five: Gathering.Kid’s eyes widened, as did yours. It was a case of déjà vu, and you felt like yelling what you had thought whilst you were on the way to Lord Death’s office…Death the Kid x Reader. Part Five: Gathering.2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Kid got up and hastily grabbed his shirt, and he yelled out. “Who is it?” He called. “It’s the taxman… Who do you think it is?” Soul’s voice replied. Kid buttoned his shirt and walked to the door, and you followed behind him. Kid opened the door, and Soul stood with his hands in his pockets. “Did I wake you up or something? Jeez, you’re lazy.” Soul asked, but Kid shook his head. “No. ______ just wasn’t feeling well, but she’s getting better now.” Kid offered, and you nodded. The headache was still there, but by now it was merely a dull ache, and would more than likely recede over time. “Glad to hear you’re better then.” Soul acknowledged. “What’s up, anyway?” You asked. You
America x reader - last timeAmerica x reader - last time2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
(Name) briefly wonder how she and Alfred end up in this situation, they had only going to by milk and now she was frozen with fear as a mugger stood there pointing a gun at them. The worst thing then happened as serein’s could be heard.
“No” came a heart breaking scream.
(Name) then remembered every special memory that she had with Alfred
She remembered the first time the meet
A little fiver year girl with her (h/c) hair in pigtails sat on the ground crying, as a five year old boy with white haired and red eyes stood above her holding a teddy bear with a (f/c)bow around it’s neck.
“Why are you crying Mädchen, is there something wrong” the red boy said with a snake like laugh. When he was suddenly pushed by a boy with bright blue eyes and blonde hair that had a cowlick, he to looked to be five.
“Give her back the bear gilbert” the blonde hair boy said
“And if I don’t” gilbert asked
“I tell your dad” the
Murder - Gold x ReaderMurder - Gold x Reader2 years ago in Horror More Like This
You fell to your knees and burst into tears again for what seemed like the millionth time.
You just couldn't believe he was gone...
You had just come back from your long journey about a week after you heard that you're close friend, Gold had beaten the Pokemon Champion Red on Mt. Silver.
You tried to contact, Gold through your pokegear first, but he didn't reply.
You figured that he probably misplaced it again and headed over to his house anyway.
His mother had left three days before for a business trip and told you that you were free to visit Gold whenever you wanted.
You knocked on the door to, Gold's house and waited for a response.
You hoped he wasn't trying to pull some stunt and trying to scare you like he always did when you were little. You put your hand on the knob of the door and saw that it was unlocked and you proceeded to open the door.
"Sorry to b-- HYAAAAAAA!!!"
You slowly took a step back, then another, and another until you were back outside the doorway.
How To Write A PokepastaSo you wanna write a creepypasta? You want to torture some poor little human or Pokemon until it is nothing but a puddle of blood and bone? But... you haven't got a clue what you're doing, or don't know where to start, or maybe just want some good tips? You've come to the right place!How To Write A Pokepasta4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
... Yeah, that opening sucks, hehe. Anyway, I am getting annoyed at all these 'pastas I see that are just carbon copies of each other. I'm not talking to anyone in particular here, and sorry if it offends you, but the blunt truth is that a lot of the 'pasta out there is really uninteresting. It's all BLOOD BLOOD DEATH KILL REVENGE STAB STAB STAB. Hey, even I've done this - remember 'Little Red Rabbit'? My first 'pasta, and I just did what everyone else was doing, haha. Then I realised that EVERYONE writes 'pasta about revenge and wanting to be the only one that 'Master' uses and loves. It's... well, it's getting a bit boring. Sorry to people out there with 'pasta like this.
So yep, this is the basic way I
Stressed!CanadaXReader: Referendum. Stress. Hope.Stressed!CanadaXReader: Referendum. Stress. Hope.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The year is 1995. Tensions between Canada and Quebec had risen, and with the Parti Quebecois mustering together the French-Canadian nationalists and a second Quebec-related referendum being called upon in office, the situation for Canadians in their country became unbearingly suspenseful…
You’d grown more worried for your beloved friend, Matthew. Ever since he heard that another referendum was on the rise, he hadn’t been well. He didn’t fare well when the country had been partially divided last, but it was happening again, and it was obvious he was stressed and upset. You had taken to visiting him as often as you could during this busy time, to try and talk things out with him. He didn’t need all this extra tension within his own country to stress him out. As quiet as he was, you couldn’t stand to see him hold in his own feelings on a matter this important. This was, to be honest, the whole point of your visit today. The polls were soon go
Gamer boyHe was a boyGamer boy9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
She was a girl
Can it get any more dangerous?
He was a nerd
She was in choir
No, I'm not a liar
She wanted him
He didn't know that he wanted her just so
And those that he knew
Warned him against
Getting a girl who would have him fenced
He was a gamer boy
She said "You're a lamer, boy"
She didn't fit his dream ideal
She had a pretty face
But his head was up in space
To hubris he could not yield
5 years from now
She sits at home
She often calls daddy on the phone
And sometimes updates
Her previous mate
Gamer boy beaten up by his fate
He's gotta go
He calls up his friends
He's got plenty of
tournaments to attend
Back of his mind
He's in a bind
Did he make the correct choice after all?
He was a gamer boy
She said, "You're a lamer, boy"
She didn't fit his dream ideal
Now he's a gamer pro
Pwning up where he goes
But can he block hindsight with a shield?
He was a gamer boy
She said, "You're a lamer, boy"
She didn't fit his dream ideal
Now he's a gamer pro
Pwning up where he goes
Scary Movies - Red x ReaderScary Movies - Red x Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Came your scared cry, then cuddling into Red's chest. Red put his arms around you protectively. You were currently watching 'The Cabin in The Woods' , and well..you weren't taking it so well.
"Ya know...If you get that scared watching a horror movie, maybe you shouldn't watch them anymore..."
Red suggested, blushing a bit at the sudden closeness between you and him.
You shook your head no, "But I like scary movies.."
"But they scare you way too much, you just might die from watching a scary movie one day," He joked.
You pouted at this. Then another 'monster' popped out of nowhere, followed by an 'eep!' from you and then cuddling even more into Red's chest.
Yup, definitely gonna die from watching a horror film..
Thyther Reviews Mars Needs MomThyther Reviews Mars Needs MomsThyther Reviews Mars Needs Mom2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Thyther's Journal 4/1/4241
Greetings all who enter my domain of thought, I am Thyther Nite, the despot of the ever expanding Nuithen empire. I lie here on on the ship NOCTE, my posture being that of a slump state as I attempt to salvage the little peace of mind I have after viewing the film I that brought me to the state of abhorrence and enmity. This film, this box office carnage goes by one no other monikor.
This film is........ Mars Needs Moms.
For you earthlings you lack of knowledge of popular culture, you may not have heard of the director Robert Zemeckis. Mr. Zemeckis is a semi-acclaimed director who made beloved classics as Back to the Future, Who Framed Roger Rabbit, and Forrest Gump. Being not of your world, I have never seen these films.
I only know of these films from studying Earth culture VIA this online library called Wikipedia. In recent western Earth years, this Zemeckis individual has worked on making films with motion capture. These fi
How Dianna was fired and died all in one dayDianna felt sweat bead under her work suit as she sat uncomfortably in the silent office. She never considered herself a nervous person. Shy, quiet, and perhaps a bit introverted, but never nervous.How Dianna was fired and died all in one day2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Are you happy working here?” He asked her, leaning over his desk his fingertips pressed together as he watched her squirm.
Was she? Before, she would have gone on and on for hours for her love of the company that had taken her in, groomed her, and turned her into the business woman she was today. She had been trying to climb up the ladder there, starting as a pencil pusher, and now worked as a secretary for one of the more powerful members of the company but that was when she thought that they were following the laws they put into place.
“I..” she choked on her words, needing to clear her throat, “I think it’s a fine job, Mr. Falon. I just don’t know if I’m ready for a position with so much responsibility.”
“Is this because of wha
It Had To Be FrogsSunday, October 13th, 2013. Helwan's Circle. It rained frogs.It Had To Be Frogs2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Of course, it had to be frogs. Serena stepped over them as best she could, but they were everywhere. It wasn't the kind of thing you expected to see in smallish town America. One or two, maybe. Any more than that and you're wading into witch burning territory.
Serena really didn't want to wade into witch burning territory.
“What seems to be the problem?” Serena asked, “Aside from the frogs.”
Mrs. Caprica wrung her hands---Serena had never actually seen anyone do that. Truth be told, she'd rather not see it again. The woman had probably been wound too tightly even before any of this happened.
“We just wanted a baby,” she said.
“And you tried to invoke...”
“Heqet,” she said, “She's Egyptian. Ancient Egyptian, I mean.”
“I know who she is,” Serena said, as gently as she could. The frogs were staring a little too intently.
“I followed the bo
he's just not that into youlong-legged and twitchinghe's just not that into you2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the spiders
you watch run
he doesn’t call
you pretty. you remember
his hands tracing the ink
of your veins, but he
doesn’t call you pretty.
he doesn’t hold
the door, and you
think you’re a liar
but the truth is quivering
naked in your voice
(we will name our children after
extinct kingdoms; dead beautiful
things. i will polish the dull spot
in your eye that you developed
after a terminal case of unnoticed
living. i will never be a cure but
damn it if i won’t be a diagnosis)
the static of his vocal chords
brings you back, martyr
without a cause,
he doesn’t call
you pretty and you
don’t question why.
Be a producer 101Be a producer 1015 years ago in Letters More Like This
A lot of writers approach me (for reasons I do not know) and told me about how hard it is for them to get someone to teamwork with them on a comic project.
Writers, project start ups, please understand that once you want to involve someone into your project, you are no longer just a writer. You have switched role to being a "producer" of your project.
As little as the project maybe, you are the producer.
Therefore, as a producer, you need to do what a producer do!
Job 1: provide, and find ways to provide the team financially (I do it by fund rising, other producers/writers do so by getting a part time job, or talk investors into giving some investments. Yes, if you want it badly enough, you WILL do it. If you love your project, you will sacrifice to make it come to life.
If you are not ready to be involved financially, you need to get yourself involved as a friend. As a real friend to that artist you want to work with....Or become that "writer" the art
Runaway LoveLittle Lisa was only 9 years old, but to her it seemed her life was already a living hell. Her father left them when she was a baby, so for her entire life shes lived alone with her mother. When her father left, her mother took a big hit. She cut off all connections and bonds to their family and started doing drugs. Sure her mother was some-what happy when she was high, but after it wore off, she was always severely depressed. Eventually, her mother started to date again. It was always late at night when shed bring in a new man. They would hang out in the kitchen and joke around, but after a while they ended up in a fight. Lisa would always run to her room and hide in her closet, but that never helped the situation. Her mother would sometimes get knocked out one way or another and the man would take advantage. He would come up and try to have his way with her. She would cower back into the corner as far as she could, trying to avoid what she knew would come. Sometimes sheRunaway Love8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
ML- Fuego purpuraLA CAIDA POR LA MADRIGUERAML- Fuego purpura3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Solo podía esconderme en el armario de mi habitación, encogida en una esquina luchando por acallar mi llanto mientras oía los gritos de mis padres agonizando en la habitación contigua. Cada grito era como una puñalada en el estómago que me hacía temblar, sintiéndome impotente e inútil. ¿Qué podía hacer yo, una niña de tan solo 14 años contra 3 hombres armados? De pronto los gritos cesaron, todo quedó en completo silencio; tan solo yo y las lagrimas que no paraban de correr por mis mejillas.
Esperé un largo tiempo inmóvil hasta que reuní el valor suficiente para salir del armario e ir a ver cómo estaban mis padres. "Tal vez solo estén lastimados, iremos al hospital y se pondrán bien" me repetía a mi misma mientras avanzaba por el pasillo esquivando los pedacitos del jarrón favorito de mi madre, ahora esparcidos por todo el suelo.
Mi mano tembló antes de tocar el pomo de la puerta, lentamente la empujé y pasé al interior. Noté algo húmed
Tal vez te ameY allí estás túTal vez te ame3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sentada, queriendo decir mucho
y sin decir nada,
y no sé qué hacer para secar tus lágrimas.
Y me esquivas
y me vuelves a mirar.
Y sujeto mi cara para no caer.
Y presionas tus labios
porque no me quieres herir.
Nunca te abandoné,
sólo que el amor muere
cuando no hay de dónde agarrarse.
Nunca te dejé sola,
fuiste tú quien olvidó
que el pasado no existe ni el futuro es real.
No, no jugué contigo;
pero miro tu cara y no te convence.
¿Qué quieres que haga, que reconstruya todo?
¿Es que me vas a amar más de lo que no me amaste?
Y lloras y callas
Y te preguntas por qué no lloro
Y lo sé,
Sé que un corazón roto no llora,
roto y duro, que se cansó de mirar a los ojos esperando,
que se cansó de pensar: "sí, quizás ella cambie".
Quizás debí cambiar yo
Perdóname, tal vez mañana no duela tanto como ahora.
Ya sé que no me besarás por última vez; ni siquiera un abrazo.
No quiero pensar cuánto te voy a extrañar porque entonces sí
I Have Never...I have never seen the trees bright with color.I Have Never...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have never heard the ocean waves.
I have never walked through a meadow.
I have never seen the children play.
I have never felt the summer breeze.
I have never tasted sugar sweet.
I have never looked up to the sky.
I have never watched the twinkling stars.
I have never heard the birds in springtime.
I have never sung a merry tune.
I have never been loved in all my life.
That is, until I met you. <3