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
Wheels of Fire - Chap. 23Wheels of Fire - Chap. 239 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
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.
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.
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
No Matter LoveI.No Matter Love2 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.
PrussiaxReader: Because I Love YouHe stared at her as she sat by him, helping him with his homework alongside his younger brother Ludwig. The blonde German snapped his fingers at his older brother. “Hey,” he growled. “Focus!”PrussiaxReader: Because I Love You2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gilbert only sighed. He couldn’t focus because she was there, because she was working, because she was so…perfect.
She had beautiful (e/c) eyes, this…flowing (h/c) hair that she always kept braided or otherwise tied up, this flawless (air/tan) skin. She had agile, nimble fingers that produced the softest of touches and the most beautiful handwriting he had ever seen. She was ever more curious about things than his brother, and more fun to be with. Everyone got along well with her, and of all men or the nations she had to pick, she just had to pick him, or his.
The Duchy of Prussia.
Or Gilbert Beilschmidt.
And he was just an albino, having an apparent mutation in his genes. Unlike his blonde and blue-eyed bro
eighteenif bruises truly make better conversationeighteen11 months 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
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
Rainstorm SuicideWhen the sky is lit by the moon and starsRainstorm Suicide7 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.
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
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
Home. Gamzee x ReaderHome. Gamzee x Reader10 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
1.Home ~Gamzee x Reader~
The taxi car rushed to a stop in front of your house, causing you to awake from your short nap.
“That’ll be $80, ma’am.” The gruff looking driver spoke, putting out his lit cigarette in his cup holder. Rummaging through your purse at the speed of light, you managed to pull out four twenties and a five dollar bill to give as a tip to the taxi man. He smiled a light smile to you as you exited the cab, opening the trunk and receiving your multitude of bags.
“Need any help carrying that inside?” he asked kindly, though the look on his face clearly showed he had little time to help out a child such as yourself.
“No thank you,” you responded back, holding two bags in each hand as he closed the trunk for you, soon hopping back in to his yellow cab and driving away to wherever he needed to work next. Grunting loudly as you worked your way to the front door of your home, you realized neither of your parents were home due t
Rabbit - [Yandere!Yuuya Kizami x Reader] Part 1Rabbit - [Yandere!Yuuya Kizami x Reader] Part 15 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
‘Drip, drip, drip, drip…’
The distant sound of persistent water filled your dark consciousness, the swirling mass of shadows that was your mind seeming to brighten if only slightly by the recognition of a sound. Your thoughts struggled to surface from the abyss of ebony, a dull feeling of pain from somewhere on your body seeming to lull you back into the far depths of sleep. Finally, with more effort than you had thought, you managed to complete a thought.
The booming echo of thunder seemed to consume your entire world of blackness, the deafening sound answering your thoughts post haste. The sound, in most circumstances, would have frightened you. However, in your state of semi-consciousness, it only served as the straw that broke the camel’s back.
Your train of thought came back to you abruptly, causing you to let out a light groan as the once dull pain resonating through your body suddenly became prominent. Your
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
The One Thing A Writer Never WantsThere were pieces of a shattered light bulbThe One Thing A Writer Never Wants7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
laying idly on the bare floor
of my conscious
The inside of my brain is dark
It's dank; the smell of rotting ideas
Inspiration is a minx
Coming when I least expect it, echoing inside my head
Yet disappears before I can even write it down
Emotions are shallow
My waste basket is overflowed with disappointed methods of expressing it
that barely have a beginning and won't have an end
Ideas are bleak
The computer screen is blank
And my delete key is tired of being abused
My brain is more fried than eggs in a skillet
And a old foe has reared its evil head
I've got writer's block once again
The Boy And The ButterflyThe Boy And The Butterfly8 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The Boy And The Butterfly
so back in time,
there was a little butterfly,
She met a boy
and he loved her,
He didn't know
and he asked her
"Is it true?
You'll die today?
So I was told,
So they say!"
the little butterfly,
She asked the owl,
sad she'll die.
Gods were watching
from up, high,
A girl was born,
She lived again,
life was joy,
One day again
met the boy
The boy knew,
he didn't speak,
In love again,
love so deep
This is joy!!
Love for her
was just a toy.
Gods were watching
from up, high,
She was still;
But gods can't take
Poor little boy!
Boy was damned
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