Self Harm.There's a girlSelf Harm.10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And she's sitting but I think they forgot her name
As if you had raped her
Her dignity taken away from her
Don't pretend you know her when you know nothing of her inner pain
You only cover your eyes and turn away
She's got all that makeup on looking for a place
She just doesn't belong anywhere.
They say that they love her but she only sees them stare
And the whispers are scaring her
She needs the voices to talk back to her now.
Her pale arms are inflamed with red marks
Little dots of blood
The blade dragged harshly over her skin
No one is paying attention to her and that's when she has the idea
She's thinking of him and it never gets any easier
However much she tries to overanalyse
Get through the web of lies.
And if it hurts so much on the inside
She needs to kill the pain on the inside
By drawing a picture on the outside
She needs to do it again and again
Reflect the damage on the outside
Fragile please handle with care
It's a slow process.
But she has no concept of th
Poetry,you’re aPoetry,1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
that moans when I go.
You’re either a
are you cheaper
than the women
in the empty spaces
of my life-
or the secrets
between my thighs?
I am Fifty Shades
Why should I feed you?
Do you know
what to do
with my body
when you are merely
ink stained fingers
soaked in passing
& the fevers
within burning stars?
I didn’t think so.
OtoyaxReader: I Don't Know Why (part 10)Author's Note: I didn't know it'd come out so quick! Gosh, Otoya, why you so cute?! Hey! QUICK SURVEY! If you're asking, why, it's just that I need the inspiration and the it's a celebration of the 10th chapter! (Mini author's notes...they're comments, but whatever.)OtoyaxReader: I Don't Know Why (part 10)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The theme: OTOYA!!!
Why do you like Otoya?! Why?! What do you wish to happen in the next few chapters?! Anything related to him! ANYTHING. There are no correct answers, this is not a survey where there are numbers. Thanks for helping me!
Enjoy part 10!!
Ittoki Otoya x Reader
Well, today's Christmas, and Otoya decided that you should hang out with him, STARISH and Nanami.
"Sure, I'd love to," you said, and packed up all the presents you had for them.
"Let's go!" said Otoya.
You walked out of the apartment with large gift bags in your hands. Yes, they were kind of heavy, but still. You were meeting up with them at a privet winter resort founded by the Jinguji's.
"Poor girl! The boy isn't even helping with her presents!
24th of December - VO oneshot“It’s your fifth cup of hot chocolate today, kinda too much even for you, don’t you think?” Kevin gave another mug with word “Shivers” written on it to his little sister, whose hair was as red as bows on the Christmas tree in the corner of the cafe.24th of December - VO oneshot2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Pft, It’s like 1\2 of my own record, you know I can do better” Amy took a sip of sweet liquid. The room was flooded with people: parents with their kids, who ate tons of ice-cream; couples, sharing milkshakes and waffles; groups of teenagers, talking and laughing loudly; and Amy.
“I wouldn’t mind an extra pair of hands” pointed Kev, arranging boxes full of all kinds of ice-cream.
“Wha…” started Amy, but couldn’t finish the sentence, Kevin threw an apron at her.
“Customers won’t wait!”
The girl didn’t mind working, she even enjoyed it, the only thing that made her uncomfortable with working on the last day before Christma
Don't pity meDon't pity me1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't pity me
Don’t pity me.
When you see that I am blind.
But pity those who can see with their eyes,
Pity those who are blind to their surrounding, their path,
Their future, their present, their past,
They are blinded by lies.
Don’t pity me.
When you hear that I am deaf.
But pity those who can hear with their ears,
Pity those who cannot hear Mother Nature’s song,
Their words, their story, their poem.
They are deafened by their fears.
Don’t pity me.
When you walk to my wheelchair,
But pity those who are free to walk the world will not,
Pity those who are planted on the dark rock,
Unable to move, to reach, to grab, to go.
They are paralyzed with shock- they’re shot.
Don’t pity me.
When you speak to me.
But pity those who can speak but have no voice,
Pity those who have no say, n
FIOLEE- UN AMOR INESPERADO CAP. 1Capitulo 1FIOLEE- UN AMOR INESPERADO CAP. 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Era un dia muy agitado para todos en aaa ya que en todos los reinos los príncipes habian sido secuestrados por la reina helada , todos querían hacer algo para rescatar a los príncipes de la reina helada pero nadie se atrebia, todos le tenían miedo y nisiquiera se acercaban al reino helado. Todos discutían por ver quienes eran los que iba a ir a rescatar a los principes pero oviamente nadie quería ir por el miedo. Mientras tando en las afueras de aaa una joven de cabello rubio con una blusa sencilla color azul, una falda azul, una mochila verde y un gorro de conejo llamada Fionna iba acompañada por una gata magica con el pelaje blanco y manchas cafes llamada Cake, las dos iban caminando y volteando hacia todos lados .
F: este lugar es matematico como dijiste que se llama?
C: mmmm…. no recuerdo bien creo que me dijeron que se llamaba aaa
F: aaa es un nombre un poco raro pero este lugar es fantastico
C: si fionna pero donde vamos a dormir ya esta empezando a anochecer
My Weakness- Moriarty x Reader Chpt. 1*Moriarty’s POV*My Weakness- Moriarty x Reader Chpt. 11 year ago in Romance More Like This
Jim Moriarty was bored. It had been ages since anything interesting had happened, with Sherlock Holmes still running around trying to figure his little pill game. It had been incredibly easy –and boring- to convince the “cabbie” (as the English called them) to do his bidding. Tempting the man with false security for his children, an idiot’s mistake in Moriarty’s mind. Having attachments like that only weighed you down and left you open to black mail and pain. They were like tumours in Moriarty’s mind, and tumours needed to be removed.
He sighed and closed his dark brown eyes as he leaned on the doorway of the little café, feeling that niggling feeling in the back of his mind. It was almost a voice, though it sounded distorted and demented. It whispered to him, sending shivers down his spine. He tried to ignore it, but knew that the whispering would turn to talking, then shouting, then screaming if he tried to push
The Prince and the Plague WormNotes on Regalus DnavyonThe Prince and the Plague Worm3 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Lord Regalus Dnavyon is the incumbent king of Kreev.
Kreev is vast, cold, resource-rich, and usually at odds with Network nations. It's also been a constitutional monarchy since Regalus' great-great-grandfather signed away his bloodline's divine right in exchange for his head.
That fellow's son-in-law, the following king, found himself tasked with charming a kingdom infuriated and embarrassed by a run of clumsy, erratic, inbred rulers, questioning if the crown had run its worth entirely. It was a game he was made to play. By his own son's coronation day, the king was no longer an untouchable god... he was a human being. He was loving, warm, fatherly, and nothing like those nasty, bickering, self-serving politicians who'd say anything to keep their jobs. The king was above that. So long as the monarch is assured his place on the throne he will be the government's unbiased heart.
Regalus' grandfather had an easy reign. An oil-hungry world steadil
When Blue meets Green - chapter 3A/N : I'm sorry for the late update. I think I should just do this a weekly update. But anyway, enjoy!When Blue meets Green - chapter 32 years ago in Romance More Like This
'Italics' – thoughts, "Normal" – talking
Dean told the address of Sammy's apartment to the driver and the taxi started moving again.
'I wonder if I'll see Cas again', was his last coherent thought and before he knew it, he was standing in front of Sam's apartment.
Dean didn't know when and how he reached Sammy's apartment; it was all a daze for him. He couldn't get that blue-eyed beauty out of his mind. 'What the hell?' he thought. 'Did he seriously just say 'beauty' for a guy right now?' He shook his head.
Sam had given him the keys to his apartment last time he had visited, so Dean simply let himself in. Sam's apartment was on the ground floor and consisted of four rooms, two bedrooms, a kitchen and living room which were joined. Each bedroom had its own bathroom and through kitchen back d
La veglia.La stanza era stretta e angusta. All'occhio infantile che la stava osservando l'aggettivo giusto sembrava troppo piena. La bambina venne poi portata nella stanza affianco e fatta sedere sul divano.La veglia.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tremava. Si guardava intorno, circospetta, osservando il tavolo circolare e le gocce d'acqua che, condensate, scivolavano giù dalla bottiglia. Mi sedetti non vista accanto a lei e poggiai la mano sopra il suo ginocchio. La piccola rabbrividì e sotto il vestitino vidi la sua pelle ergersi a difesa. Spalancò i suoi grandi e sperduti occhi neri e li piantò nei miei. Rimase così per qualche secondo, con gli occhi a contemplare l'aria mentre la sua pelle tornava a rilassarsi come un lenzuolo ben disteso.
Mi alzai con calma, con la schiena cigolante e i capelli spettinati e mi avvicinai alla cucina. Presi una tazzina, un piattino e mi versai del caffè tiepido. Mentre lo sorseggiavo, con il mignolo della destra sollevato, osservavo la nuova arrivata accolta da un fasti
Just Smile...Perhaps I should confess to you,Just Smile...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I am trapped within this box of crushing insecurity...
Screaming as I shatter my nails against the wall.
But I'm sure you'll tell me to just smile and wave.
L'odore dell'acciaioL'odore dell'acciaio2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Brandelli di carne
limatura di metallo
scarti che navigano nell’oscuro interno
in una miscela di sangue e olio idraulico
ad alimentare la macchina perfetta
il corpo cibernetico
Christian Ragazzoni’s L’odore dell’acciaio
Bobine di MenzognePossibilitàBobine di Menzogne3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Il Tempo è fatto di infinite possibilità, ma quella possibilità si era esaurita nel Tempo stesso.
Il ragazzino volteggiava nel vuoto, fermo come in un fotogramma, mentre sotto di lui c'era il baratro; tutto era avvolto dalla patina sgretolante tipica di una dimensione che sta per cessare di esistere. Aveva le braccia aperte, lo sguardo rivolto verso il cielo e un sorriso che sembrava odiare e amare allo stesso tempo quel giorno perfetto, in cui il sole malato lanciava su quel mondo morente una scia di cenere luminosa, come se anche esso stesso si fosse stancato di splendere solo per il ragazzino.
Solo.. era l'unica parola che aveva conosciuto in tutta la sua vita, una vita che stava per "non essere mai esistita".
Quella realtà morente restituiva l'immagine di una possibilità distrutta, un Tempo e uno Spazio che stavano collassando su loro stessi, eppure.. in quel singolo fotogramma in cui il piccolo rimaneva sospeso tra il cielo, la scog
Pen-PalFor 15 years I’ve been writing letters to Someone.Pen-Pal3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
No, not just anyone, in fact…Someone, whose name I don’t know because my mother told me to write a letter to Someone the summer after my dad passed, so that’s exactly what I did. Dear Someone, I wrote, and I signed it sincerely, Me. In some ways, it was like writing a letter to Santa, but Santa’s replies were stock and bulk printed to apply to the typical general letter, and Someone’s replies changed each time. My mother photocopied all my letters before I sent them and collected them in a booklet as precious mementos. I collected my replies.
When I was 15, I asked my mom if she had been the one replying. Honestly, I said. I mean, who else would I be writing letters to? Someone, with no address. Yet somehow, the letter got places, and somehow one always returned with no address other than “Me.” I went through a phase of tests to get my mom to confess, a phase of disbelief, a phase
MFB @ MH: Let it Rip Ch 1A/N: This idea has been sitting in my head for a while. Since this my first published fan fiction, rip it a new one. Just don't flame if you don't like what you see.MFB @ MH: Let it Rip Ch 11 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter One: A Sneak Peek:
It was a Spring night in the New Salem area. The stars were bright and abundant across the sky on this quiet evening. The outdoors were cozily warm and a brisk breeze complemented the calm atmosphere. The bright sky and relaxed temperature were ideal for a leisurely nightly stroll.
... the sole exception under this lovely evening was the still-active academia of Monster High.
At the school for all monsters, the lights were not the only thing shining brightly. As the grey campus and its green landscape shined against the darkened sky, the bridges that connected the school's upper levels and most of the massive estate's roofs were crammed with monsters and ghouls of all ages, creed, size, and species. As the eager alumni chatted among one another about the night's event, a voice came from on hi
MFB @ MH: Let it Rip Ch. 2A/N: Sorry this took so long... Single only fan or two. From here on out, no more short six-pagers like last time. Let me know if this was worth the wait.MFB @ MH: Let it Rip Ch. 21 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
"And so, our Big Bang Bladers run started big in the battle between Teams Freaky Fabulous and Monster High Pride," Frankie narrated.
Chapter Two: Strong and Strike:
Frankie Stein, backed by her team of close friends--- the youthful and energetic Draculara (call her Ula-D); the fiercely stylish Clawdeen Wolf; and the easy-going but level-headed Lagoona Blue--- stood with anticipation as she looked around the gym with excitement.
Because Monster High was a large school with an even bigger student body, the tournament needed to be divided into two divisions: an A-Block and a B-Block. Even with this divide, the Preliminaries needed to be split so that the competition could be spread across four locations to quickly settle the first round battles in a single day. As more and more students for the first half of A-Block entered the gym,
Jackal ConfidenceClaustrophobicJackal Confidence1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
in my half-breaths,
a jackal follows dusk
hunting lost song birds
through a marsh jostled
with heavy heartbeats.
Swooping over the cavern
of my stomach
in a dance of pulses
they taunt him
from rib cage ladders
he can't reach, a warbling
He paces patiently below,
the swish of his tail
leaving an ebb and flow
through dry veins,
knowing one day, the doubt birds
will get clumsy,
will tease their feathers
too close to the maw of his mouth,
will forget that jackals
and not much else.
navigator moon--c.you left me rooting,navigator moon--c.2 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
moss branching over bare bark,
to chase screech owls
hunting the north star home
under a wild fire moon.
and i, i left you
barely growing, studded upon twigs
stars and crossroads were
all i gave you
and a navigator's lullaby
that you heard through clogged ears
changing chords like dawn's song birds.
you begged the horizon
to stand still and breathe slowly,
your compass spinning dizzy
in wind chipped palms,
but all that stopped
were the owls and you.
i called to that silence, that
stillness and song
the hum of your compass and
your breath on faulty breeze
the owls hungry and quick against
that old, dying moon; that
weight like an evanescence, like
every creature that only sings at night.
in that cold night
i twisted myself searching for you,
bark knotting, branches bending,
until with dawn approaching
something in me broke.
you found me too hard to hold,
gnarled and white with despair--
a birch heavy wit
Chris' Short Pics: CalcinculoChris' Short Pics: Calcinculo2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ricordo i bei giorni d’un tempo, quando ero bambino e dal basso ammiravo curioso la giostra. Il rispetto e la paura per i “grandi” m’inchiodavano al suolo e lo sguardo del giostraio faceva il resto, ogni qualvolta decidevo di avvicinarmi un passo di troppo al suo gabbiotto.
Erano giorni d’attesa e di grandi aspettative, quelli in cui i sogni s’inseguivano l’un l’altro e sforavano dalla notte al giorno, tanto erano lunghi e persistenti.
Oggi quei giorni sono lontani, di giri in giostra ne ho fatti molti, forse troppi. Il vortice della vita mi ha imprigionato e non c’è premio per chi acciuffa la coda, non c’è premio per chi è destinato a non poter più scendere.
Rimangono i ricordi, illuminati da lampadine dai mille colori che, come lucciole, attirano gli sguardi dei bimbi di questi giorni e la speranza cresce nell’incrociare i loro sguardi.
Quei mille colori formano un arcobaleno e il rosso al s
Truths, Lies and Ii imagine extraTruths, Lies and I6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the ones you say
beats between notes
truths, lies and i imagine
like we have until forever
to get there
forever to decide
to cleave this
life from dream
or just leave it
to inhale the words
to retune them
a forever to cut around you
and spin the map
so your running away
means running back
but the factories
process rooms differently
we all torture guests
with different sharps
Caesura--C.Sea foam layers salt ringsCaesura--C.2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
like age lines on beached birch wood,
shattered shells scattered like treasures
across soft sand that shifts itself
into hiding between bare skin
I watch turtles hatch and meander
like men toward different beginnings,
the veins of better things
etched like hieroglyphs
on humpbacked shells,
and I can't help but wonder
if maybe I should start crawling, too.
Instead, I pick bits of sea kelp
out of half-decaying seashells
and watch the sun
dip a goodbye to the breeze again.
They say you can hear the ocean
if you put one to your ear,
so I tilt my head and listen
to the whispers that beckon from
the bottom of a half-remembered
Lofted on a breeze
headed out like a ship on calm waves,
phantom voices bicker
over which promises to sell me;
I hiccup heavy heartbeats
and wonder why empty words
are so much easier to swallow
for the broken.