Anthropomorphic: an Interview with the Wolf ScribeThe day is Wednesday, though they are calling it Wolfsday now. The wolf known only as Scribe sits at a desk, tapping the sheet of paper in front of him with a single digit of his paw. Despite what his name suggests, he is the liaison between the wolf leader and the US, and is a wolf of high notoriety. He read the transcript of my interview with one of his kin multiple times, and is meticulous about the details. Apparently he approved of my work, since he agreed to meet. It is important to note that he requested this interview, not the other way around. His accent suggests he was originally British.Anthropomorphic: an Interview with the Wolf Scribe1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
When did the change take you?
That question has been asked hundreds of times now to hundreds of us.
And I’m asking you.
And I’m not answering. [There is a shuffling of fur as he adjusts himself]
Was it painful?
Very. Some didn’t survive the transformation. The old, anyone that wanted the change but didn’t understand what they were
Sanctuary | PrussiaxReaderxGermany | 1 |Sanctuary | PrussiaxReaderxGermany | 1 |2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Prussia x Reader x Germany
|Chapter 1: Let us Pray|
It was the last day of the last week of the month. It was the last day of the last month of the year. The old city sparkled to life once more, and despite that people prepared themselves for parties and fireworks; the church was still as busy as ever. It was the early, cold morning breeze that send countless Christians inside the warm halls of God himself. Inside the light painted requiem for his son the chatter of sleepy children, happy mothers and praying grandmothers resounded, forming a song to which nobody knew the lyrics. Only the soft mumblings of the nuns, together with the dark tones of the heavy organ, seemed to predict a certain choice of words.
And while everybody in the last row could hardly see the pastor that made a slowly, steady way forward, they stood up just like everyone in the small church – and all fell silent. The nuns lifted their heads, mothers stopp
AmericaxReader - A New Friend (Part 2)AmericaxReader - A New Friend (Part 2)2 years ago in Drama More Like This
AmericaxReader - A New Friend (part 2)
Today was a rather boring day for you. Your parents decided to go on a vacation without you, not exactly a big surprise since they barely acknowledged your existence. You hardly had any friends, if any, since you rarely went out the house. In short, you were alone.
You were currently laying in your bed, blankly staring at the ceiling intently as if that were the most interesting thing in the world. Little beams of sunlight streaked through the room, one of which ended up hitting your eye, making you squint and turn away, holding your hand over your eye to shield it.
With your concentration on the ceiling broken, you got up from your little encirclement and decided to actually do something productive. You were already dressed, so you decided to get some fresh air and go outside for a walk.'Might as well, there's nothing better for me to do.' You thought as you made your way towards the door and opening it you noticed the sky had made a dramatic cha
She Burnt Her WingsOnce Upon a time,She Burnt Her Wings1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
There was an angel,
She burnt her wings,
And wanders still,
But if you ask this little girl,
She'll nod and only say,
"O, Lord why?
Why do you set fire to her wings?
What did she do to let them burn?
Why is she crying?
What did she do?
Why is she still walking in heaven?"
My Beloved creations,
Her wings she has done to her self,
She did nothing but asked for punishment,
She is crying because she couldn't help the one she loved,
She will roam in heaven till she can not take no more.
She is in heaven still because I forgive her.
But when her wings are gone,
Her feathers are dust...
She will sit all scared,
And she will cry for those she let down.
She will roam till she goes crazy from her own punishment,
For God loves all his creatures and did not burn her wings.
Wheels of Fire - Chap. 23Wheels of Fire - Chap. 2310 months ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter 23: Edoquakes Again
Natsu found shelter from a windstorm inside the stables attached to the tree-like guild. There were a dozen stalls, but only a few animals, all of them the weird tanchimo creatures that these people used for riding, since magic was gone from Edolas and cars were useless. He pet his alternative-self's tanchimo, a purple beast named Yusō. The animal that looked like something between an emu, a horse, and a rabbit was wild normally, but it settled down around Natsu. He guessed he and Dragion smelled alike. Animals went by smell, and Yusō liked to sniff him. Natsu enjoyed petting the tanchimo, although he refused to ride one.
"He's not transportation, you know."
Natsu jolted. He had not been paying attention to the sound of footsteps, and a stiff breeze that morning blew the smell of the approaching person away, so he was startled to see Edo-Cana walking forward. She wore a prim calico dress, a massive sunbonnet, and she held in her ha
Torn Between Love and FearI love him so much it scares me.Torn Between Love and Fear2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But it’s the good kind of scared,
Like the rush you get before the
Roller coaster takes the plunge, when
Your stomach takes up residence by your
Heart or moves farther north to your throat
And you can’t control the adrenaline
But you get high off it anyway.
It’s the shivers you get sitting in on a horror flick,
And you see the ax murderer sneaking up
On the clueless virginal heroine and you
Tense up, you want to scream a warning
And pray your voice will rip through the screen
And she’ll listen, but then you know everything
Will be absolutely, positively okay.
Just like this time.
Everything is going to be perfectly fine.
treasureI watched beauty die today.treasure5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
She said, "I've lived too long
and now nobody knows
what I really am."
No Matter LoveI.No Matter Love3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm the comet that appeared for the first time
that will never return
through the judgment of your life,
only to have you receive what I bring
as the love you long to take and return
before the ice dust from my departure
fades for all time.
Through the slender-necked sitar's silvery notes
pass the fragrance of our moonstruck limbs
surrendering to breezes
that play off a river that honors
the generations of lovers we now embody.
You were the fallen angel that waited so long,
knowing I'd be found,
to resuscitate and raise you up;
Not from whence you toppled,
but to couple in a holy damnation
and welcome in celebration
and never regret, no matter.
A Kiss not Forgotten (a special tribute)Like a frost spread across valleys silent and dreary,A Kiss not Forgotten (a special tribute)1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
ever my longing lost in shimmers of shadow & wind
And days bled into years, the seas became deserts
But thoughts of thee would not perish
Thru memories untamed I staggered far and long;
upon solemn nights lit by the torch of your soul
O’ how deep I miss your fragrant cheer ..
Of warm evenings shared across Lake’s reverie,
watching horizons journey into Autumn’s dream
— wherest our hearts once bloomed a fabled sky
Those passions shared will forsake me not
Lest the Moon would bestow solace upon my ache:
I will lay marooned, haunted by thy seraphic-figure,
Or the ever fleeting caress of your gaze ...
So my soul shall yield to this mythic abyss; –
as I peer from my carriage to Nirvana
And thou away, from my arms, the Sun weeps
Unto eternity—my dear beloved, we are entwined
Forever our footprints cast in golden firmament
A kiss not forgotten in a ballet of light softly falling
I now bear the want
Riflessi di cieloRiflessi di cielo.Riflessi di cielo3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ricordi di paradiso.
Il tuo sguardo che incanta,
che mi legge nel profondo.
Lascia che ti segua,
in volo fra le nuvole.
Quei riflessi di cielo
al nostro paradiso.
YOU CAN NOT STOP ME.You hit me.YOU CAN NOT STOP ME.9 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You hate me.
You label me.
You judge me.
You reject me.
You blame me.
You laugh at me.
You criticise me.
You threaten me.
You try to guilt me.
You call me names.
You tell me I’m wrong.
You try to manipulate me.
You refuse to apologize to me.
You try to make me responsible.
But you can’t stop me from being me.
Sweet Little GirlSweet Little Girl3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My appearence may be sweet
As an innocent little girl
But the tiny twitch in my eye
Clues to a very dark secret
They always say they love me
But I can tell that it's a lie
When they're all wound up in judging me
I can't even believe they try
At first, I blamed you
But now I know better
I've finally noticed the truth
And now punishment will never end
As I sit here alone
Metal piercing my skin
I will not cry
Or shed a tear
Being everyone's fright
I'm here all alone
And I may just stay
My skin crawls
But I miss the feeling
eighteenif bruises truly make better conversationeighteen1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
then we have nothing to discuss
i healed yours
tenterhooks in sync
you gave me more
than i ever imagined possible
my insides bearing your stamp
(i could yammer forever but you would never answer)
but you won't claim
what was, is,
and forever will be
AmericaxReader - A New Friend (Part 1)AmericaxReader - A New Friend (Part 1)2 years ago in Drama More Like This
AmericaxReader - A New Friend
"Alright dudes let's get this meeting started!" The loud hyper active American shouted once all the other allies finally arrived. "First things first, since I’m the hero you all are going to be my backup HAHA!"
"Why would we ever let you be in charge?" He turned his head in the direction to none other than England."Cause duh I'm the hero everybody knows that!"
"I beg to differ." England rose from his seat and walked over towards him, his green, emerald eyes piercing into his baby blue ones.
"First of all, why in god's name would we let you be our leader, when all you do is act like a complete idiot and do nothing but eat hamburgers all day like a pig!"
"Why do you hate me so much?" He countered."Are you still mad about the Revolutionary War thing?"
This seemed to anger the Brit more. His huge eyebrows seemed to furrow in frustration as he turned his back to the American."You are nothing but a selfish git who only cares about himself. You are complete
New School, Old Friends (Prologue)... New School, Old Friends (Prologue) HetaliaXReaderNew School, Old Friends (Prologue)...2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
(WARNING: Minor Cursing)
Tuesday. The day I've dreaded. It wasn't to far from the time that I would be called for the hundredth time that night. Both of my best friends were very excited, but I really wasn't. I wasn't in the mood for anything that passed night. They had called and called but I refused to answer.
Well, there was one thing to be happy about, and it was the reason I kept getting obnoxious calls that night. You were accepted yesterday into Gakuen Academy the same school that both of your friends had applied to. Elizabeta and Mathias had both bugged you to go to the school with them, even if the loud male had gotten a few whacks with Lizzie's frying pan.
I let out a slight groan, opening my eyes, pulling off the comforter. As soon as I did I felt a cool blast of air on my face. Reluctantly, and
ColourIt had started as a white canvas, a fresh clean sheet of paper.Colour1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
He had been there on the day of the Massacre. Just a casual passer-by, a nameless entity, a face that seems familiar for an instant but is forgotten again with the next blink of the eyes. It had started as a normal day for him. But in a sudden turn, he had seen words escalate to gunshots, not sure who had fired first. He had seen the streets run red with blood.
Then there was Red. Red everywhere.
Red was the colour Arthur wore during his visits, trying his best to tempt the Canadian to stick with him, if not fight. A small part of Matthew felt guilty, silently and secretly thrilled that his brother was finally coming to see him more often, despite the circumstances.
Red was the colour Arthur's face would become whenever Alfred was mentioned. Whether it was from anger, irritation, or pain, Matthew could not tell. Despite his ability to normally be able to read the atmosphere, the En
First friend, first loveI’ve been sitting alone for so longFirst friend, first love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I’ve forgotten the meaning of "friend"
But just when I started to think I don’t belong
You became a person that I could befriend
But as time passed along, you seemed like more to me
My heart would grow warm, every time we’d speak
But I just don’t know if we could ever be
But I’ll take the first step, to start something unique
Bill 132Bill 13210 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Dear Michael Bryant,
I've got an idea. Instead of outlawing 'pitbulls' in Ontario, why not enact a law banning ignorance? Granted, you'd have to move but here in Alberta we accept all kinds of questionable intelligence in our leaders.
You called pitbulls as a breed 'inherently dangerous'. Mr Bryant, any dog can be inherently dangerous if it is not brought up or treated properly. I interact with dogs everyday at my job and have so far been bitten by two Shih Tzus and a German Sheperd puppy who was a little too eager to receive his goodie from my fingers. Staffordshire Terriers and American Staffordshires were bred by people to fight other dogs for our entertainment. People started the problem behavior in these dogs and competant breeders since then have focussed on dispelling it, while retaining the breeds' courage and appearance.
More than a hundred years of history has passed since the laws c
Rainstorm SuicideWhen the sky is lit by the moon and starsRainstorm Suicide8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And the rain pours down like the tears of God
I will stand outside and get drenched to the bone
And freeze my heart because I'm alone
But though times are sad and I freeze to death
You'll never see my face happier than this.
The last waveThe last waveThe last wave2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Walking with no clue
I can’t see anything
Listening, is what I do
The sound of water
is going through my ear
I know it doesn’t bother
this beautiful atmosphere
wind is blowing sand in my face
Nothing I can see
It’s the feeling I embrace
In my mouth
I taste the flavor of a salty breeze
My last cry out loud
‘Can someone help me please?’
Like it wants to communicate
the fresh air awakes my breath
It smells great
but reminds me of death
I came from hell
That is what I believe
But now I can surely tell
‘To heaven will I leave’
Slowly I’m stepping towards
the reason why I’ve come here
Not looking back is hard
I try to fight