Cigarettes and CityscapesAll below me, cars rumble, exhausts coughing, horns bellowing over one another, arguing to see who's the king of the city tonight.Cigarettes and Cityscapes2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But above the busy streets, high above every occupant of the City of Lights is where I perch, my long tangles of box blonde hair and delicate spindly legs dangling over the edge of the building in which I live. A cigarette hangs loosely between my fingers, smoke flowing from the tip like a cold breath in the dark.
It's warm, the summer air holding onto any remnants of the day's humidity as if that's all it's got left. Still, a breeze rolls by, slow, and I tuck my hair behind my ear as it brushes my face.
I bring the cigarette to my mouth and take another drag, red lipstick staining the paper, and I tip my head back to watch the smoke rise from my lips and disappear into the air.
A familiar voice speaks from somewhere behind me. "You're gonna kill yourself one of these days, hanging off the edge like that."
I sit up, turn to find him flashing a smile before
The Only Thing Missing Is You7:55 PMThe Only Thing Missing Is You1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
you would have liked today. we went upstate like we used to, to the woods. i know it's been a while since you've seen the trees but they're as pretty as ever. they're just starting to fall. i wish you could have been there.
i always wait for a reply from you, haha. then i remember
anyway, we took a walk down to this lake too. there were rope swings hanging from a tree nearby and we froze our asses off swinging for nearly twenty minutes. i swear it felt like we were floating.
hell, it was everything you used to love
it's funny, on the ride home i was practically falling asleep, but now i can't even shut my eyes
it's just... it's not fair
whenever i skipped a rock i remembered the first time i taught you how, and how excited you got. every time i said i was cold i remembered the way you would call me a baby, but give me your hat anyway. we even walked on the same paths we used to take, and everything is the same. the trees are st
SNK- Kiedy... (Eren x Levi) Kiedy sobie przypominam...SNK- Kiedy... (Eren x Levi)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
- Eren, co to jest?
- Wygląda jak nadepnięty szczur...
- Posprzątaj go natychmiast.
Zgarnąłem szczura na szufelkę i wyrzuciłem na dwór, w krzaki. Zaraz potem spotkałem Hanji. Kiedy opowiedziałem jej o szczurze, uśmiechnęła się przepraszająco. Stwierdziła, że biegła i niechcący go nadepnęła - oczywiście nie zdążyła go uprzątnąć, bo jej się spieszyło. Warknąłem, ale ona jedynie rozczochrała mi włosy.
- Spokojnie! - rzuciła radośnie, odchodząc. - Widzimy się wieczorem!
Pamiętam, że wtedy nie było mi do śmiechu. Jednak teraz na samo wspomnienie kąciki moich ust lekko wznoszą się ku górze.
- Hanji! Nie mogę...
- Spokojnie, Eren. - Jej głos był opanowany i delikatny, ki
SnK - [EreRi] Morze[Shingeki no Kyojin]SnK - [EreRi] Morze2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
[Eren x Rivaille]
Odetchnął pełną piersią, długo delektując się zapachem morskiej bryzy. Fale obmywały brzeg, mewy chodziły po plaży szukając czegoś do jedzenia. Eren stał po kostki w piasku wzdrygając się, kiedy zimna woda sięgała jego łydek. Świat poza murami wyglądał naprawdę niesamowicie. Chłopak nie spodziewał się, że zrobi on na nim tak piorunujące wrażenie. Dopiero teraz poczuł, że jest naprawdę wolny.
Naprawdę tutaj jest magicznie, kapralu Rivaille.
Oznajmił, wyciągając rękę do góry. Słońce chowało się za chmurami, ale pomimo tego musiał zmrużyć oczy. Wiedział, że to niemożliwe, ale teraz nawet niebo wydawało się o wiele bardziej piękne. Z zachwytem obserwował ciągnąc
How to Be a Smoker I fucking hate the rain. Some people like how it sounds and that’s nice, and some people say it cleans up the streets. All I know is that my shoes are dirty enough without having mud on the inside, too.How to Be a Smoker2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Students are already filing out the door when I figure that it’s been another hour of class wasted wondering how nasty my socks are now. The rain is pounding against the thin roof of the lecture hall and as I head toward the doors, sidewalk outside soaked already with footprints and puddles, I realize that I don’t own a fucking umbrella. It’s the beginning of the fucking rain season and all we’ve got to show for it are two hoodies and the jacket Pierre eats in, sleeps in, and probably shits in. And before I know it, I’m bumping into the girl to the right of me with the bright yellow umbrella still tucked into her backpack. Her books spill out of her hands and I motion towards them, picking up a couple an
I Love YouI don't know you, but I love you.I Love You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This isn't something you have to do.
I see you staring at that knife,
Thinking about ending your life.
I don't know what's made you bitter,
But please just reconsider.
You are loved no matter what.
No ifs, ands, or buts.
I just want to see you smile.
I know it might take a while.
Remember that someone cares.
I wish that I could be there.
I'll talk whenever you need me,
No matter what it may be.
I may not know what to say,
But I can listen any day.
Just remember you're not alone.
Let my love always be known.
I'll Be ThereI'll be there for you,I'll Be There3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No matter what.
When no one cares for you,
When no one loves you,
When no one wants you,
When no one has time,
When no one will save you,
When no one is left,
I'll be there.
You're never truly alone.
They will all leave you.
He will leave you.
Only I will always be there.
Don't ForgetSometimes there's a bad day,Don't Forget3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And he just needs space.
But look at the better times.
Remember his smiling face.
Don't forget that he loves you.
How much does he have to say?
Don't forget how he talks to you,
Every single day.
Don't forget how much he loves,
Just talking with you.
He stayed up to 8 am.
He must love you to.
Don't forget that yesterday,
Everything felt so right.
Don't forget his arms,
Holding you so tight.
Don't forget when you asked,
What he would do if you'd die.
He didn't say much.
He could only really cry.
Don't forget how he wants,
Just to see you happy.
Don't forget his smile,
When he makes you giddy.
Don't forget how he accepts you.
You thought no one could.
With someone so amazing,
It's crazy that he would.
He's always so selfless.
Maybe that's why it's tough.
When he wants to disappear,
You wonder if you've done enough.
Just give him his time alone,
And whatever you do,
Don't forget he'll come back,
And he'll always love you.
.just try not to.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that memory, that one
wolf that calls
for the rest
of the pack;
you'll spend all
with them inside
Crowded Loved OnesCrowded loved ones all around,Crowded Loved Ones3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Only smiles can be found,
But they can't feel all my pain.
Keeping this up is such a drain.
I laughed until my stomach hurt,
But inside I just feel like dirt.
Happiness is something I try,
But truly I just want to die.
I don't want to be here today.
I wish that I could run away.
No one acts like they know.
I hate that I feel so low.
Overwhelming sense of depression.
Why can't I give my confession?
I wonder if I look so fake.
How much more can I take?
More I smile, better they are.
Only I can feel this scar.
His Piano HandsI watch them.His Piano Hands4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They stretch across the keys, long and expanded
As they should in order to perform well.
His form is poor.
Technically incorrect from what I remember
When I did the same
So long ago.
My hands were small then.
They were flat against the keys like his,
But his are passionate.
They need not abide by the technique.
Moving on their own
Because they want to,
Not because they are told.
His concentration is fixed close to the sheet music.
He pauses to understand,
Practices the line,
And picks back up.
Maybe not perfectly, but passionately.
He does not see me at first, so fixed in the music.
I can't explain.
My emotions are sorrow, joy, and envy.
I am not sad because of you
I am enjoying listening and watching too much.
Those hands that glide.
Those hands that I know in my hand.
Those hands that are long and limp.
Those hands that touch my face when they wish to.
I want to control them because I cannot control mine.
Mine do not make music.
Mine do not love.
Mine are limp, b
Boy of FiveThere stood a little boy of five.Boy of Five2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Doesn't know what it means to be alive.
Below him, his mother bleeds to death.
He watches as she takes her final breath.
He doesn't understand that she's dead.
His hand slowly pats her head.
He stands there until he's bored.
His mom's not really fun anymore.
"I love you," he wished she would say.
He dropped the knife and walked away.
SZS Drinking GameSayonara Zetsubou Sensei Drinking GameSZS Drinking Game5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Let's see how many episodes will get you completely smashed! Invite your fellow fans and bring booze!
How it works:
Simply drink a shot of your favourite booze everytime one of this things happens:
Nozomu IS IN DESPAIR!!!
Kafuka calls Nozomu 'Momoiro Kakarichou'/ pays him for it
Nozomu talks about killing himself/ tries to kill himself
Meru sends nasty messages
Matoi acts like a 'perfect housewife'
author's face is shown
Komori is seen hiding somewhere
Nozomu notes Komori's presence in school
allusion to another anime/ film/ TV show/ whatever is made
fanservice is censored
Kaere's undies are shown
Kaere threatens to sue someone (addictional shot if it's Nozomu)
Kaere starts 'in the country I come from' bitching
Kagerou is ignored
Chie is shown taking care of Komori
Chiri questions Nozomu's qualifications/ teaching methods
Somewhere Only We KnowSomewhere Only We KnowSomewhere Only We Know4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Here it is," Jesse's dad called from the driver's seat of the car. "She's old but we're only staying here temporarily; just until our house is bug free."
He and his mother both got out of the car and paid no mind to his father's talk. The Lawrence family was used to moving between houses and had never lived in one house for more than three months. Because of it, in all his ten years, Jesse had never made a single friend.
Jesse pushed a lock of his short-cut black hair out of his eye and surveyed the house. The old mansion was a big as he'd ever seen, but it had obviously seen better days. The wood on most of the house was a faded brownish green, and he spotted at least half a dozen spots where the house would surely leak on a rainy day. He closed his green eyes and tried to envision what the manor would have looked like in its prime. To say the least, it would have beaten his house by far, and theirs was the nicest he had seen prior to this
Find Her, Find River SongFind Her, Find River Song4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Find her. Find River Song."
That was when she knew.
As she was bent over the man she was bred to kill, her task fulfilled, that's when she knew that finding River Song was not going to be a physical search, a physical journey. She saw the earnest sadness in the Doctor's gentle green eyes as he looked into her, pleading. Find her. Find yourself. Find the woman you are, not what they made you to be.
"Tell her something."
Melody was afraid. Not because the Doctor would harm her, or be angry with her, but because she knew that once she heard those words from the Time Lord's lips there would be no more pretending that she and the River Song he loved so much were different people.
Because as long as she was Melody, she didn't care that he struggled to stand, to save his best friends in his last moments. She didn't care that as the seconds marched past they took his life with them. She didn't care that his hearts stuttered and struggled to beat. She didn't care that his lungs were unable to
conjurethere's something enchanting aboutconjure2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the 1 AM light,
the way the chill draws a soul
out of every breath,
the heavy air
laden with witchcraft.
there's a kind of mystery
in the snow's white fingers,
abstract and pristine,
the soft steady charm
of their slight caresses,
their sleight of hand.
there's something about a night like this
that has you convinced
the world is holding its breath,
and when it releases it, the cold
will pull strange magic
out of its mouth, too.
to the raccoon trapped in my chimneylook, I'm not really sure what you want me to sayto the raccoon trapped in my chimney2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you're the unwelcomed guest to my pay-per-view party, and I mean
I paid $6.99 for entertainment but I guess I was thinking of
something a little less live
some things are just better left to animal planet
and well, here we are
too close for comfort,
my body tells me
via the pleasantly warm fluid flowing down the inside of my leg
this is not to say that I'm uncomfortable
but from 1 to Vladimir Putin riding in on a radioactive bear, you're like
a 7 on the scale of how frightened I am that you're in my fucking house right now
I apologize for being a little crass but I guess it's a kind of defense mechanism too,
like camouflage or playing dead or soiling your favorite pair of sweat pants
look, I too have felt the walls go up around me, brimstone couldn't be more
unforgiving and it's been a cold winter, we're all trying to get a little closer
to someone else
it hurts, the way you must look at the world from behind
prison bars & two bl
Into the LightWhen Owen died, he couldn't bear it and did something rash to bring him back. It was worth it, in the end. The man found purpose, rather than drinking himself away until Until he finally did die. Or when he had heard of the sarcastic medic's fate. That's when it hit him.Into the Light6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was more impressive then my previous death. Then again, this wasn't really death. It was more like rapid decomposition. I wanted to tell Tosh how much I really did care for her. I hope she suspected though. But most of all, I wanted to thank him. I wanted to actually thank someone! And that someone turned out to be my boss! My boss who "knew the best" and got me injured. My boss who pulled me out of my mourning and showed me a whole new world and as I stood there as I stood there dying, I realized it wasn't so bad after all. I didn't regret it. I didn't regret it one bit.
And when Tosh died in his arms. Right after Owen. That look on her face. The glazed eyes, the faint smile. The life draining a
HangoverHangover. He had a friend famous for that. A dead friend. A two times dead friend. Owen Harper: marvelous medic with a snarky personality.Hangover6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hangover. What he was going to get if he could drown his sorrows with hypervodkas. If his immortal, time vortex infused body would let him.
Hangover. Such a good medical treatment. Why didn't doctors prescribe it? Tips the scale between reality and fantasy. Unrivaled bliss
Makes you forget.
Three bottles of hypervodkas lay on the bar counter in front of him. Jack was drunk, or as drunk as any immortal man could get. Drunk, as if it would wash away all the horrors he had done. As if it would heal the pain, make the wrongs right.
The human-looking bartender, probably some man from Sto, slipped him a piece of folded paper. Jack looked up at the slightly bearded man who told him, "It's from the man over there." The bartender walked away and brown hair with a brown pinstriped suit came into view.
Mixed emotions ran through the captain. Anger
PerfectionHe was the Last of the Time Lords. The man, who travelled through the Universe, saving planets, trying to give everyone a happy ending. He was the Oncoming Storm. The Lonely God. But when he was around her, all those titles seemed to vanish and he was just the Doctor, nothing more than a man desperately in love.Perfection3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was all so very human. He had always loved the human race. It was their flaws, their will to live and the way they loved each other so unconditionally, which made them his favourites. Back home, he had been mocked for this, been teased mercilessly for his liking for them.
But he loved them, despite the fact that to them he was an alien. A threat to some, nothing more than a fairy tale to most. He had found friends there, people he would always consider family. And he had found love.
He was 900 years old, she was 20. He was a time Lord, she was human. He was so very broken, she was so wonderfully complete. He would never deserve her and he knew it. He knew there were people
Why I can't support the Day of SilenceI’ve been informed that this Friday is the Day of Silence. For those of you who don’t know what that is, it is an event conceived by an LGBT rights organization called the Gay, Lesbian and Straight Education Network(GLSEN). High school participants take a vow to not speak for an entire day to represent, and bring attention to, the silence that queer youth are forced into every day. Now. I think it’s great that we are involving youth in these kinds of awareness campaigns, and thereby facilitating valuable discourse about the plights of LGBT youth.Why I can't support the Day of Silence3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
And that is where my issue with the Day of Silence arises. I once participated in one of these events, back when I thought I was straight(all my friends were LGBT and I was an ally), and I observed something that didn’t occur to me as problematic until recently. People all over the continent, and possibly the world, are keeping quiet. They are not sharing their experiences, their thoughts, the problems they fac