Detective!PrussiaxPartner!Male!Reader-Part One1 2 : 0 0 p m , t r a i n s t a t i o nDetective!PrussiaxPartner!Male!Reader-Part One2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You sat down on the bench, waiting for the next train to pass. The crowds of people surrounding you was unnerving as they chattered at the top of their lungs and all you tried to do was get through the first page of your book without having to start again.
You jumped at the sound of that loud, irritating laughter behind you. It wasn't familiar or anything, but it caught your attention. You looked over your shoulder to see a pale-skinned, red-eyed German at the cafe' with his two friends. A blond-haired, blue-eyed Frenchman and a unruly-haired, green-eyed Spaniard. The German had platinum blond hair and, accompanied by his seemingly porcelain white skin and his crimson eyes, you knew what he was.
"He shouldn't draw so much attention to himself," you muttered those insensitive words under your breath before returning to the book in your hands.
"I... Mi amigo, I couldn't do that to you..."
"Kesese! You know you vant to, Toni!
My letter to this world's homophobesMy letter to this world's homophobes2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dear Homophobes; A letter/poem written by me.
Dear homophobes: I don't recall asking for your opinions on my sexuality or my love life.
But just to clarify, in a short and simple way; My sexuality, just like yours, won't change.
I was born this way, and that is not something you can change.
Your opinions on my "lifestyle" mean less than dirt to me.
Here's a fact that might help, too; My sexuality will never change, but your attitude can.
I will always be gay, just as you'll always be It's not something we choose.
However, I can, and will, choose to live a life of tolerance and acceptance.
It's a choice you can make too; Live a loving, fulfilling life of acceptance, or live an empty life full of hatred.
Please think of this from now on.
Your hatred is not welcome in a world of love.
Your discrimination suffocates the happiness of thousands.
You tear us apart with your deep hatred.
We will not fight your hatred with more hatred.
Rather, we shall counter your hate with our love.
SMIH - Bad Touch Triox!Male!Reader - InvoluntarilyYeah, this one's a uke!Reader story that got requested, so....Why, the fuck not?SMIH - Bad Touch Triox!Male!Reader - Involuntarily2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sighing, you pulled out a folded piece of paper. You studied the various reactions of the countries in the room. And when you unfolded the piece of paper, your heart sank.
It was a colored drawing with crayon, and it was divided into three parts, one had an army of turtles, and it was labeled, "Tomato Army!!!", the second part had a wine bottle and hearts around it, and the third one had a drawing of what looked like the chibi Teutonic Knights with a peace sign saying "I'm awesome!"
You couldn't think of anything rational to do, except groan inwardly. You couldn't refuse, because those three were persistent. They were also extremely annoying. And they were a biiit easy on the eyes.
You got up from your seat and made your way to the closet. "All right, but make it quic
The Last UnicornThe Last Unicorn2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The loud, slurred screetch of Scotland broke the quiet nighttime silence, only succeeding in causing the young boy, Arthur, to run faster.
Arthur sprinted through the forest as fast as his little legs could carry him. His cloak flapping wildly behind him and his shaggy blond locks going in all directions.
And why exactly was he running through the forest you ask? Well it was simple dear reader. He was trying to get away. Get away from his older brothers. Scotland, Ireland and Wales.
All three of them picked on the little country. Though Wales was nicer to him than Scotland and Ireland but even so. Arthur was constantly nursing the brusies and scrapes he received from his older siblings.
On this night in particular, Scotland and Ireland had decided to get into a drinking contest. And of coarse both of them being the stubborn men that they were, the two succeeded in drinking themselves off their rockers.
And unfortunately they both
Britain's Worst NightmareBritain's Worst Nightmare3 years ago in Humor More Like This
It was just another quite day. Britain sat in a chair, an open book in one hand and a cup of tea in the other. He smiled in contentment as he heard the birds chirping from outside and he sipped his Earl Gray. And the best part of all, nobody had bothered the nation all day.
Knock knock knock
Until now that is.
Britain sighed and slapped his book shut. He set it and his half finished tea aside and rose from his comfy chair, heading to the door.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
“I'm coming! I'm coming!” the Brit snapped, biting back a smart remark. He was a gentleman after all. He placed a hand on the door knob and turned it. As soon as he answered the door though, he regretted it instantly.
“Bonjour L'angattere~” the Frenchman purred. However instead of his normal attire of red pants, boots and a dark blueish purple colored shirt and cloak, France was wearing-much to Arthur's shock and horror- a white wedding dress with a veil and e
Light and Dark: Chapter #1Light and Dark: Chapter #19 months ago in Drama More Like This
Chapter#1: A Chance Encounter
The hot afternoon sun beat down on the slums of Balbadd. The smell of sweat and garbage filled the summer air as the citizens of the slums struggled to survive another day.
We focus in on one of those citizens, a small child, a girl to be exact. Her long electric blue colored hair fell down across her back while dirt clung to her skin and raggedy dress. Her gray colored eyes looked around curiously as she sat huddled in an alley in a cardboard box that she had claimed as her home for the past several months, ever since her grandparents had died and she had been forced to live on her own.
The girls name, was Riya.
Riya winced as her stomach let out a loud growl. She hadn't eaten in two days. Nothing she found in the garbage was edible enough to eat and when she did manage to steal an apple, it was stolen from her by some older boy. She had to get some food, very soon.
And so with that knowledge in mind, the six year old child set out o
Light and Dark Chapter#3Light and Dark Chapter#37 months ago in Drama More Like This
Chapter 3: New Day, New Home, New Family
The sun shone through the fabric of the curtain, shining down on the small child that was curled up on the floor, underneath the thin blanket. Riya yawned and slowly blinked her gray eyes open as she awoke. She gasped and jumped back as she saw herself staring into a pair of excited looking brown eyes.
"You're awake!" Alibaba cheered excitedly.
Riya blinked and then all the previous days events suddenly came flooding back to her: Stealing bread, being chased by the evil breadman, Kassim and Alibaba rescuing her, meeting Anise and ultimately being adopted by her, thus becoming a member of the family.
"Ah, well good morning sleepy head." Anise greeted, smiling happily as she entered the tent, some fruit in her arms.
"Good morning." Riya mumbled rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She hadn't slept so peacefully since her grandparents had died.
"I hope you two are hungry." Anise said to her children as she set down and put the fruit on
Light and Dark: Chapter #2Light and Dark: Chapter #28 months ago in Drama More Like This
Chapter #2: Unlikely Heros
All this for a loaf of bread?
"GET BACK HERE!"
Riya looked back behind her to see she was still being pursued by the furious bread merchant. Honestly, all this trouble for one loaf of bread? He had more for craps sake!
Now I know what you're thinking dear reader: Why not just drop the bread and steal something else? Well the answer is simple; Riya would have had to stolen some type of food regardless be it bread, a fruit, some fish or whatever. Why go through the trouble of sneaking around only to risk getting caught and chased again when she already was holding the prize? Besides, all she had to do was lose the vender and she'd be home free.
Unfortunately, that was easier said than done.
Riya panted and continued to run, turning down an abandoned street, her pursuer still hot on her heels.
"You can't run from me forever brat!"
"Not forever. Just until I get rid of you!" Riya spat back. She gulped realizing her mistake as this only infuriated
SoulXMaka: Erased, chapter 1"Oi, Maka, slow down a bit. Why're you so excited?" Soul grumbled loudly as the two walked down the school hall. Classes were finished for the day. More extracurricular lessons were posted up on the board, but Soul just wanted to go home. He was tired as hell because he hadn't gotten enough sleep last night.SoulXMaka: Erased, chapter 18 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Baaaaka! Don't you remember? We've got 96 souls already! We're almost finished getting the number of souls we need to make you a Death Scythe!" she exclaimed half-heartedly. She spoke while staring at the board the whole time, contemplating what mission they should take on. "Here! This one!" She pointed at a sheet of paper.
"Eh? What is it?" Soul snatched the sheet off the board and read it out in his mind. Souls have been mysteriously disappearing in the town of Yokano. Find the threat and eliminate it as quickly as possible. Mission Requirements: Soul Perception. "Yokano isn't too far from Death City..."
"So? We gonna take it?"
"... Hmm." Soul replied, handing the sheet o
Dead Poets Society ResponseDead Poets Society ResponseDead Poets Society Response7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sieze the day
while you still live,
for tomorrow might not be there
Take your dreams
and give thm life
Let them soar to incredible heights
Do not be shy
Stand up for your beliefs
You can do it
Take the lead
Don't follow the crowd
For the best person of all
Is your very self!
Be aware of others
but don't hold back
to think for themselves
A life of following orders
is dreadfully empty
Break the chains of normalicy
and fill it up
Chase your dreams
You may die
but you will have lived a life
that was your own
Brimming with unrestrained delight
Dive right in
immerse yourself in life
If you do this my friend
you will never truely die
Seize the day
and don't fear pain or death
for a meek life
is not a life at all
Set an example
and don't fear the consequences
Because even in death,
you are immortal
Please dont goLeo woke up in a daze. His head was spinning and his body felt in pain. The last thing he could remember was a bright light and pain. He remembered something standing in front of him before everything went black. ` Leo! You´re ok! ´ Piper said as she hugged him. Leo whinced in pain when her grip was tight. Leo finally found his voice and asked Piper ` What happened? Where are we, he asked still dizzy. Her expression darken from happiness to sadness. ` You were knocked out for a long time, we thought you wouldn´t make it, ´ Piper´s voice cracked at the end of her sentence. Jason came over and sat next to him and Piper. ` Glad you ok, man.´ Jason said, Leo could tell he was also worried about him because his eyes were red just like Piper´s, maybe from crying. Leo pushed that thought aside and tried to sit up. Jason told him what happened but Leo didn´t get everything he said. Slowly he started to remember on what happened, Eris laughing at them andPlease dont go4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Arkoma Ch. 2: Can't see the skyArkoma Ch. 2: Can't see the sky4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ceras stared vacantly at her lesson. She tapped her pencil, blew at a fly on her desk, endlessly reread her worksheet. Now, she decided, was not the time for schoolwork.
More and more it seemed that it wasn't the time for schoolwork. She was almost a month behind in her lessons. Her father questioned why he was paying so much for a tutor for a daughter who refused to work. Ceras tried to explain that it wasn't that she didn't want to learn, she was just... distracted. By pencils, and flies, and words. And the sky.
She had a recurring dream of nothing but sky, sky and ground. No fog, no buildings, or even other people. Just her and the sky, engulfing her. She wished she could be surrounded by sky, like in her dreams. But outside her window, there was nothing but city.
Ceras resented the city. It overwhelmed her.
She looked out the window, at the oppressive skyline. Everything seemed to be covered in grime, as steam shot into the air. Men and women, mostly men, shot down the streets on s
Versions“Jesus, how long does it take to put on a tux?”Versions2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
His voice came to me muffled by the heavy curtain in front of the changing room. “I — appreciate — it,” he said as he struggled with the garment, “but — my name’s — Ethan.”
I laughed, my bangs swinging to the side of my face. Curling my legs up on the leather armchair, my eyes wandered over the dark, musty tailor shop. “That joke has been way overdone. Like, so overdone, it’s burnt to a crisp.”
“Why’d you laugh at it, then?” I could hear him grinning through the curtain. His feet were thumping on the hardwood floor, and I could imagine him almost falling over as he slipped in his socks. I giggled into my hand.
All was quiet for a minute, the only sounds coming from the cash register at the other end of the store. Drawing my eyebrows together, I asked, “Everything okay? You didn’t have a heart attack or something?”
Tomorrow is BelievingYesterday I considered myself a dust moteTomorrow is Believing4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and climbed out of my window into the helixes
of peoples' ears.
I think I am a monarch butterfly surrounded by
peppered moths here.
They're all a hive of bees and what am I?
Perhaps a bluebottle on the wall.
They are ever-ready to say that there is no tomorrow
'I give up' 'I quit' 'There is just nothing for me
or for anybody anymore.'
They pulled me with their hook fingers and sat me down
and told me that there was once constellations, the clink
of champagne glasses against curved lips and they
once rode in the passenger seat of a car doing a hundred
and twenty down a motorway with the windows open and
the hot summer in their billowing hair.
They tell me that they wished at eleven minutes past
eleven and spent years perfecting recipes to what they call
'the perfect life' only to one day stop believing
when morning came knocking for them.
'Tomorrow I'll be sailing off to a new state
of apathy' I hear a body breathe.
'No, you won't. Tomorrow is m
tu me manquesMost days I miss you in Englishtu me manques4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On the worst I miss you in French,
You are missing from me
I am lacking in you
a vital part
as essential as air
A lost immune system
that can't keep illness at bay,
There is no single word
that covers a lack of you,
I miss you out of language
But French is the closest,
tu me manques.
Haiku #5 Hotondo hanaShe will never bloom.Haiku #5 Hotondo hana3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Closed petals and no fragrance;
Cold flower in spring.
The Author's VanityDescriptions mean nothing. I could sit here and describe for you a million fairytale paradises, a thousand grimy streets, a hundred marble banquet halls. I could paint you a picture of weather- one so real you can taste the heavy warmth of the thunderstorm on the horizon, feel the plump droplets melt against you skin, see the erie yellow light that turns all the houses into paper cut-outs of themselves. I can carry you into the heart of a raging blizzard, leave you there to be bitten and gnawed by frozen, invisible jaws- the screaming fangs that dig deep into your bones-The Author's Vanity4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And I could take you out again, pluck you up with agile fingers- ones that know their craft- ones that never feel a need to hesitate or tremble. Perfect fingers comprised of words alone, built with layers of understanding and strengthened by ignorance. In these fingers- in these hands- you will feel safe and I shall feel strong, and I shall lift you up and out of the storm I have created, and la
Lonely GirlI painted.Lonely Girl5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You said I'm wasteful.
You said I couldn't hold a tune.
You said I made no sense.
You said I had two left feet.
You told me I was ugly.
I will be amazing one day.
Just to make all of you wonder why you didn't get to know me better.
I'd Like ThatI dont really want your rosesI'd Like That8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or your chocolates
Or any other of your romantic clichés
I dont want to go to a horror movie
And have you put your arm around me
When I jump
Or eat dinner
At the most expensive restaurant
You can afford
I dont want jewelry
Or fancy gifts
Or anything special
Just more things
That show how big your wallet is
And how little you know me
I want to walk by a highway under the full moon
I want to run barefoot through the snow
I want to have you point out oddly shaped clouds
I want a CD you mixed yourself
With songs I actually like
Because you know my style
I want a terrible poem
That barely rhymes
And that shows how hard youll try
I want you to ask me what I want
Where Id like to eat dinner
What movie Id like to see
Id like that
some poem or otherI wish you'd been in my childhoodsome poem or other4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
You'd have liked it
We'd have lost afternoons following desire lines
And hidden paths
Watching the river
Instead of going home
Just like that night we watched the stars
Only we'd have no stories to tell
With our shared memories
So we'd talk about the future instead.