Flaking Photographs We see the greatnessFlaking Photographs2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of faces belittled
in little boxes
Cross Stitch CloudsLike a counted cross stitch masterpiece,Cross Stitch Clouds5 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
threads of purple clouds unravel
across a flaming sunrise.
John x Karkat part 1John was babbling on about some human actor that karkat couldn't really pay attention to.John x Karkat part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Can we watch one of my romcons,idoit?" Karkat huffed rolling a piece of pop corn on the palm of his hand starting to get sleepy from the stupid movie.
"Hehe sure Karkat it IS your choice for the movie since we watching five on my movies". Karkat couldn't help but smile to himself about John's buck toothed adorable smile
then quickly turning his head so John couldn't see. John got up slowly making his way to the television to change the movie for karkat who could care less about what was
on the stupid annoying television.
As John walked back he nearly fell on top of karkat but to only grab on to one of his horns to steady himself gripping it hard in his hand causing karkat's face to go bright
red from the sudden blood rush to his horns as he made a soft groan which was clear in the soundless room.
John stood still for what seemed like forever. He smiled his buck toothed smile grabbing both horns r
Teacher's Pet: Cronus x Reader Part One"(f/n), you're going to miss the bus!" your beloved and also quite irritableTeacher's Pet: Cronus x Reader Part One1 year ago in Romance More Like This
moirail yelled up the stairs. ((A/N: dont you love how i start fics with people
yelling at you?))
"Why can't today be saturday? Ugh. I am not in the mood to go to my writing
class today." You grumbled as you practically fell out of bed as you scrambled
to get up. Your writing class was taught by some random buffoon who wanted to
put grades on pointless assignments, but that wasn't what bothered you. No, what
bothered you was the trigger-happy assistant teacher who didnt appreciate your
constant doodling and sarcasm during class. Not that you really cared, but he
was annoying either way. The majority of your classes had assistant teaches.
Porrim in Home Ec, Horrus in Gym, Meulin in Art, Kurloz, for some reason, was in
Science, Aranea was in Social Studies, and Cronus was the Music assistant. He
had made music into your favorite period, which was a miracle because you
weren't in any form musically talanted. One
Artists.YouArtists.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
can be the painter,
paint words on my lips.
will be the writer
and write kisses on your skin.
the oracle card in my pocketthe man i love is anthe oracle card in my pocket4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
old soul with a stunning mouth and
he gathers up pieces of me into
his hands and carries me to bed.
Uta no Prince Sama: BackstageUta no Prince Sama: Backstage2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Uta no Prince Sama: Backstage ☆1
Author's Note:Hi!!! OMG. This is so long. This is long, okay? (dedicated about 2 hours to write this...)I was planning to put these (the stories) all together but I'm still on Syo and need to finish Natsuki and Cecil. They're too long anyway. This story is called Backstage cuz, well, LOTS OF STUFF HAPPENS BACKSTAGE....TEE HEE....find out yourself!
This is based off on a dream I had. But I added a lot to it.^^
A gentle melody flew by you as you walked down a long hall. Where is that coming from? you thought. You decided to follow the sound and ended up in a music room, empty, you thought...or maybe not. There was a boy with red hair and eyes strumming an acoustic guitar, he sang:
La la la~ ♫
Be happy from the bottom of your heart
'Cause you know...
I love you...
You blushed because it was so cute.
"...Um...did you hear....that?" the boy asked, realizing there was another person in the ro
recuperatemaybe the world isn't so frail that it'll breakrecuperate2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the moment we touch something;
and maybe there's a little part of ourselves
(deep inside, perhaps, or close to the surface)
that's stronger than what we give credit for,
because, after all, we burn with the vision
of growing stronger.
i enjoy watching pretty things
like kerbs where teens sit with knees pressed together
feet in the gutter --
stitched to their sleeves.
i relish a name etched into a tree
and boats folded from leaves.
little things, which whisper that people still love
even when purses are emptied of coins,
even when patience
like flowers surviving monsoons;
like ants who carry huge crumbs;
the way the moon is so far
but still blushes at the light of
i want to tell all who tread on hard soil
that even stones soften into the beach,
that the lullaby-cry of seagulls is soothing,
and clouds, now distant, were once of the water
that's cupped in your ha
A child plays in the yard.And she fell in the arms of autumn,A child plays in the yard.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
- in a crust of broken leaves.
And when she hit the ochre bottom,
- by little, winged thieves,
her breaths were stolen away.
And she fell in a blanket of foam
- in waves of roaring blue.
And she reached her final home,
- where singing winds blew
smelling of freesia.
And they said she sank in clouds of white,
Like a bird diving too deep for prey,
And they said that in the swirls of the night,
They could hear her voice say:
A child plays in the yard.
a painting hung all wrong.in a dream.a painting hung all wrong.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
we find him strung up in our garage
washing line taut. neck bulging.
i covered someone's eyes.
stopped them from remembering,
almost familar features
and blue blue blue blue wide open eyes.
where's someone to cover mine?
i mirror you with swollen throat
my voice thick with blood and screaming.
a painting hung all wrong.
Who are the real monsters?The boy's room was dark, the only saviour from it was the little nightlight on the other side of the room. He closed his eyes in an attempt to scare the darkness, force it to recede and switch to daylight. He did everything he could to forget about the dark, because that's where it was.Who are the real monsters?1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Under the boy's bed there was a monster, one with a balding scalp and matted grey hair on its arms, chest, and face. Its smile was crooked, its teeth rotten. It was an ugly thing- the boy had seen it once when he dared a peak- and it frightened the boy terribly; what a shame his mother thought it was all a fabricated lie, blamed it on the little boy's wild imagination. She had said that, too, just this evening when she put the boy to bed at the usual time- she was a very punctual lady, there was no extending bedtime with her. But that was beside the point.
The boy closed his eyes tighter, trying to sleep and dream of a huge metropolis of a city, but the thing under the bed giggled loudly, distrac
for those slipping into the backgroundThe tax collector hadfor those slipping into the background1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
an appetite for berry smoothies
and a secret love of robotic exchanges
between baristas and caffeine addicts.
An empty emptiness fanatic,
who dreamed of giving
the girl at the bus stop
(with the quiet lip-syncing lips)
a daisy because by the way she
stared forlornly at the pigeons pecking
at nothing, he knew
she liked simplicity
even more than him.
Feelings with no namesi.Feelings with no names2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The feeling you get the day after sending a letter, and you know there is no possible way that the recipient has received your message yet, let alone formulated time to write a reply, but you still get just a little hopeful when you hear the mailman drive by and rush out to the postbox a little too quickly and are disappointed by the pile of free coupons, bills, charity flyers, and a late Christmas card from Grandma Moses.
The noise of a faraway car driving late at night, or perhaps early in the morning, in that sleepy place somewhere between consciousness and dreaming where everything is warm and vaguely fuzzy. The remote sound of tires on asphalt speaks to a sense of curiosity – where are they going? Why so early? – but the blankets are so heavy, your eyes are so heavy, and before you can wonder anymore, the car is long gone and you are long gone, carving out a hollow place to rest in just a few hours more.
A sudden awareness that occurs during funerals that y
this is about forgettingThis is the thing about forgetting:this is about forgetting2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
For weeks you bury your face in the clothes you wore when he was near and the smell is a comfort and a torture. You decide that the torture is not worth the comfort so you leave them draped across the back of a chair and place things on top of them to stop yourself until one day you shove your hands through the pile until your fingers wrap around the fabric and you yank it free only to realize it was pointless. Even his ghost is gone.
The next thing that leaves is the way his voice looked in the dark. Those few sentences become blurred and rough around the edges. What you remember drops in your stomach in a different way.
You run your fingers over your
Sora x Reader : Non-Existant HeartYou ran and ran and ran. Those shadows just didn't give up did they? no, they kept on multiplying and coming for you. Your (eye color) eyes sparkled with fear as a tear fell down your cheek, your breath becoming rapid.Sora x Reader : Non-Existant Heart2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Where were they? They had promised to visit and see the other worlds together, but they had left without a single trace. except these shadows.
You looked back, one snagged on to your jeans, and you screamed as you were dragged under the writhing blackness.
You walked slowly down the hallways of Castle Oblivion. It had been officially a year you had turned up, mindless as a zombie, to the Organization. you had been giving a name, a home, and even friends. You had a job, and you did it well.
Not many people could stay at C.O. for as long as you had.
'Get rid of any keyblade wielder that shows' had been Xemnas's command. Xion had disappeared traceless after you had entered the damaged castle, on your mission. You had found Axel was ok, then Roxas was next
Paradoxes in her bonesand she always dismisses herselfParadoxes in her bones1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and leaves her pupils dilated
lighthouses and forget-me-nots tangled in her chest
but her thoughts shiver more than her dreams.
he calls her beautiful
as she longs to stick his eyes out with stones
and grasp his aching heart between her hands
but they both know he's already broken.
how can they stop when they've never started
she wishes she could send them reeling
with stalwart syllables and poignant sighs
even though she's never made a sound.
the storms outside are bitter
no sweet rain after dusk to wet her lips
the winds inside her are quiet, and seething
with all the words she's never said
and all the promises she's ever broken.
how to stop someone from hurting youunlock the door. walk in.how to stop someone from hurting you2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
deny it before it ever happens.
(it never happened
leave. walk 2 miles. freeze.
gag on the voice that fails you.
(vow to never speak
repeat this step indefinitely.
(spend all day
go home. shower. go to bed.
plan to sleep forever.
in 20 minutes.)
For Marluxia LoversFor Marluxia LoversFor Marluxia Lovers4 years ago in Drama More Like This
(NOTE! Put your name in the ______ spots)
You quietly walked down the hallways of the Castle that Never Was. You swore your superior was a neat-freak. Who else would have a castle with EVERYTHIG white.
And who else would design an outfit that was a black leather cloak with a hood, black leather pants, black boots, and black leather gloves.
The man would have a heart-attack(theoretically speaking.) if you got a smudge on anything.
You stopped at a window and looked out. Outside that window was a heart-shaped moon.
Kingdom Hearts You thought
You had only joined a few weeks ago and already you missed your heart.
You missed the feeling of joy. Right now, all you had was misery.
"______!" Called a voice behind you. You turned around and saw a tall slender man walking towards you. He had long blue hair and an 'X' shaped scar on his face. "Oh.. Sai- Number 7." You recovered quickly. "What are you doing here?" You asked.
Saix looked at you with an
AbsenceI still hear your voice in the wide open meadowAbsence2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Laughing like honey bees
And Currawong cries.
In the shivering of gum leaves
In the shadows of steam trains,
Spied between fences and snowflakes' tears.
I still hear your voice at the foot of the staircase
By the swing-set at sunrise
In the car when it rains.
In the whisper of piano keys that play every evening
And haven't been touched in years.
OtoyaxReader: Jealous? (part 6)Author's Note: Enjoy! Stupid Comp, stop crashing!!OtoyaxReader: Jealous? (part 6)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ittoki Otoya x Reader
Otoya wondered why he was feeling this way, his chest hurt. It was October, the leaves began to change color and fell on to the ground below.
"Yo, Otoya?" said Syo.
"Were trying to talk to you," said Ren.
"Sorry, there's something on my mind."
"What is it?" asked Cecil.
"It's about _______________..."
"Who's that?" asked Syo.
"So, what about _____________?" asked Cecil.
"When I'm near her...my heart aches and I don't know why."
"You love her,ne?" said Cecil.
"N-no! I love someone else!" he blurted.
"Oh~ who is it?" asked Ren.
"None of your business, that's what, Ren!" said Syo."You don't need to tell us if you don't want to, Otoya."
"Yeah, but I do kinda want to meet her...," said Ren.
"They want to meet...ME?!" you said, surprised.
"Yeah...," said Otoya.
"Well, go tell them that they come over!"
"Is that okay?"
He called everyone li
Cold HeartedI'm tearing them down,Cold Hearted2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Piece by piece.
Let the walls fall,
Let the pain increase.
I stare my pain in the face,
Let it rip me a part.
Show what I've always feared,
In the depths of my cold heart.
I review my lack of care,
All the people that I've hurt.
When did I become so cold?
When did loved ones turn to dirt?
What happened to me?
Once so loving and kind.
When did it get so bad?
Did I suddenly lose my mind?
I want to trust again,
To love and to care,
But is the risk to high?
Is the cost of pain fair?
I realize that it's not.
I'm safe within my walls.
So much better to be cold,
Then to get hurt in the fall.
post-apocalipsticki.post-apocalipstick1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
red as the setting sun
and all men's shade
when she walks by
the dull stains
of the masses pined
like the fire's died
hips in motion
from tense to open
she's slicing a throat
when she lingers
and the hopeless
while she picks
from the fray
Kiss Me ‘Together we were made’Kiss Me1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
- The Feeling.
‘I know the only thing I've ever found
that’s greater than it always sounds is love’
- White Lies.
Michael gently covers my eyes with his left hand and carefully directs me forwards by holding onto my side with his right. What is he up to this time? All I know is he instructed me to put on my best dress and meet him at the bottom of the stairs. I opted for my bright red knee-length dress that he bought for me last Christmas. I even curled the ends of my dark brown hair and touched up my make-up as he seemed to be planning something special. I can’t help but giggle as he gui