School, Friends, and Love?! School, Friends, and Love?! (An SnK AU ??? x Male!Reader)School, Friends, and Love?!1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The [h/c] male nervously pulled at his dark green school uniform blazer as he approached the prestigious prep school. ‘I don’t know… Did I make the right choice coming here?’ the teen wondered to himself as he walked up the steps to the large wooden doors which had the school’s emblem carved into the elegant dark wood doors. The male stopped to observe said emblem and noticed it resembled wings. ‘Hm, just like on my blazer.’ He thought as he reached for the gold plated door handle and pulled one large door open. What met his [e/c] orbs was a rather large court yard with a few benches and
Cazar ideasCazar ideas4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
No hay nada más frustrante que un artist block y para mí no hay nada más frustrante que leer eso de alguien más.
Sé que deben haber otros tuts con cómo salir de un artist block, así que simplemente me basaré en cómo pueden cazar la inspiración, estén bloqueados o no, pero primero deben responder a la pregunta:
¿Me satisface lo que hago?
Si están bloqueados es porque necesitan simplemente un cambio de aires, uno se aburre hasta de lo que más le gusta hacer. Ahora, si están bloqueados tipo "nada me sale" o "no puedo hacer nada" y el cambio de aires no es una idea a aceptar, lo tomaría como que son esclavos de lo que hacen y por eso tanto su imaginación como su cuerpo (el "plasmador" de obras) se rebelan. Pongan atención a sus estados y no vayan en su contra, eso empeora el caso. Si ya no pueden dibujar, escriban, si no escriben, lean, vean películas, hagan deporte, jueguen videojue
Versions“Jesus, how long does it take to put on a tux?”Versions1 year 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?”
Light and Dark Chapter#3Light and Dark Chapter#32 weeks 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
Forget-Me-NotForget-Me-Not4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The little boy sighed as he trudged down the cobblestone street, lamenting to himself. Why couldn't he be like a normal kid? Have fun and play around and goof off? Instead, he was forced to spend all of his time indoors, doing nothing. Taking medicine, staring out of the window longingly at the other children, wishing he could be one of them.
"Why can't I be normal?" he asked himself. Only the blustery wind answered him. He shuddered. He knew he should be getting home. It wouldn't help him if he got sick again. His mother might never let him go for another walk for the rest of eternity.
Richard Starkey turned his head. "Huh?"
Another, all-too-familiar boy charged into him, a goofy grin on his face. "Your mum let you outside?"
"Yes," Richard replied tersely. "So?"
"So we should celebrate! After all, you might never see the light of day again," the other boy snickered.
Richard narrowed his eyes. "Shut yer gob, John."
John clucked in disapproval, "Now, that's
bathtime for a cheesecake virgin suicideI am dreading the group job interview, because I know that they will want to hear my name and one. two. five interesting facts about me. There will be broken Rich Tea biscuits handed out and weak orange squash with unexplainable tiny bubbles in it. There will be rectangular sticky name tags curling at the edges and hemmed with cardigan fluff. There will be nervous graduates exchanging small tight smiles, like sips. And I will stand up and I will tell them these things about myself;bathtime for a cheesecake virgin suicide10 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
1. This year I stopped eating fries, so that I could be the girl who doesn’t eat fries instead of the girl who still can’t get over her ex-boyfriend.
2. Instead of fries I eat Marmite. Out of the jar with a spoon, as I sit on the stone kitchen worktop bruising my tailbone and swinging my heels with glazed eyes. I love the thick dark colour and how the salt burns.
3. As a woman I am expected to scoop the crying world up into the crevice of my arm and prop it on my hip. I am supposed t
the pilot's daughterI would swallowthe pilot's daughter1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
if poetry alone
could fly me to you.
flight risk or no,
I wish you
clear skies ahead ;
I will wait for you
Plan B"How will you survive?"Plan B11 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sun-ShyStars skitterSun-Shy2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
behind Moon Mother's skirt,
Taking Apart the FutureThe future?Taking Apart the Future3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the time the place the setting
the modern world
the thought the fear the dream
all of those and none of them combined
it's what makes the earth earth
the human's planet
the humans human
the time for humans
to feel―(you know, like how you resent / fear / anticipate / desire the future?)
that's the future
all of those things combined.
maybe none of them?―(you know, like dying? you get no future if you die.)
'cause we're all gonna die eventually, you know.
Night time TurningsRingo can't sleep... Which means a certain John Lennon can't either...Night time Turnings4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rating: It's alright kiddies. It's slash, but nothing dirty.
Warnings: MAJOR FLUFF!
Disclaimers: John and Ringo own themselves.
Ringo rolled over for what felt like the hundreth time that night. He tossed this way and that, constantly rearranging the bed sheets, trying to gain some comfort. But he just couldn't get comfortable. He let out a moan and rolled over, trying a new position on his side this time. Yet his mind refused to switch off.
He let out a huge sigh and banged his head on his pillow. Sweat trickled down the side of his head. He was too hot, even though he was only in a t-shirt and some boxers. The sheets stuck to his leg and he felt hot, the kind of hazy and sick hot that he had gotten before. He looked through the darkness and managed to see the face of his alarm clock. Half past one. Great.
"Ringo." A dark voice growled from the other side of the bed. Ringo rolled onto his other side so that he
InsomniaThere's a party in my headInsomnia1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I close my eyes to sleep.
Little creatures and monsters,
Oh, back and forth they creep.
On silent tip-toes they walk,
Playing melodies in my mind.
Finding caverns I have closed,
Putting my life on rewind.
My mind is somewhere else,
But in vain I toss and turn.
Little goblins man the lights,
And the ghosts try to learn.
It's all a big, loud, unruly mess,
This untamed party in my head.
I try and shut them down,
But back and forth they tread.
I'm never going to get any sleep
As long as they're awake.
They take my tired thoughts
Down every path they can take.
Oh, what would I give to have
One silent and sleep-filled night.
But that will never happen,
Although I wish with all my might.
There's a party in my head
As I close my eyes to sleep.
Only when the sun comes up
Do they never make a peep.
Fortune CookiesFortune Cookies3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"God, that Chinese food was great!" John cried as he rubbed his stomach, just finishing his dinner.
The other three Beatles grinned and nodded, George burping and muttering, "'Scuse me." Ringo laughed as he pulled out four fortune cookies from the takeout bag.
John swiped his right out of the drummer's hand, and didn't bother removing the piece of paper that held his fortune while he stuffed it in his mouth. Paul sighed and leaned over to John, prying his lips open and pulling the fortune out. He hastily wiped the paper on his sweatervest, not wanting John germs.
"Don't mix business with pleasure," Paul read before John could take his fortune out and try to read it without his glasses.
He smirked, "Well there goes our pre-concert fucks, Macca."
George giggled and grabbed his next, cracking the cookie open and reading his fortune.
"Sheet phwep?" He stared at the slip of paper, not understanding what the hell that meant. He turned it over, trying to decipher the words, but the other side
Bellavs. WinryBella vs. WinryBellavs. Winry6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
*Note: This is the sequel thing to my Edward vs. Edward thing. This time, my friend Kate will be helping me and Nik. She'll be my co-host, and Nik is still freaking camera-shy, so yeah. Same as last time, pretty easy to figure out. If you haven't read my other installment, please go read it now. It isn't relevant to this one, I just want publicity *
Kindrix: *is still using Nik's hairbrush as a microphone* Hello, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the next installment of this little series. Helping me out today is Nik, the camera-shy uke cat boy camera man!
Kindrix: And, today, we have a new co-host! My NBS (non-biological sister, fyi) Kate!
Kate: Hello! *is wearing a shirt that has a picture of Edward Cullen being burned to pieces*
Nik: Kate-san, you do realize that shirt's sending negative messages to the viewers, right?
Kate: That's why I'm wearing it.
Nik: I see
Kindrix: Anyway, today, we're going to be doing something a little out of
Unmarred MementoUnmarred Memento4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I thought about how I cut my palm
falling on sharp rock
while we searched the lost and found
of the sea, hoping for treasure.
I wondered if the ocean
would take our lives as payment
for the wares it could not recover
until high tide -
when we would be long gone,
warm inside the cottage on the bluffs,
admiring our pilfered discoveries,
safe from the sinuous fingers of waves.
While outside the foghorns bellowed
and the mist crept in
through cracks too small to see,
seeping into our seaside refuge,
to once again caress
the lost shards of its kin.
I watched the blood swirl in the water
as white sea foam rushed forward
to collect its bounty:
a willing sacrifice.
I knew that I would cherish the wound:
a memento of the windswept shore.
I cradled it lovingly, as the pain throbbed
and I resumed my search,
studying discarded skeletons
and abandoned homes, now too small.
I wondered if their inhabitants
were ever homesick, ever felt longing
for those husks they had outgrown,
for the misshapen piec
The Demi Mask LitaniesThis is such a fantastical burnThe Demi Mask Litanies3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Filling splattered crevice
of a whiskey-induced mosaic
Just one more shot to sear aching soul
- my delightfully plushy woe
Then a reflection peaks. She's such a young thing.
A pretty girl with cerulean, glinting eyes
She holds me; enthralls me
Her infectious grin coils;
just like marionette strings -
A single twitch and I'll dance
Down the cliff, hearing her echo
Cement such calcite
Delusions swell splendid grease
No, I refuse.
I will not hide behind her mask
Her constricting, tormented merriment.
To dismiss that sorrow; condone the yore
and reject a shattered angel. I decline.
Instead, recognizing her agony
I'll seize such aching poison
And vanish into the withered nightmare
To dissect the nuance;
Of each fancy; each fray
I will slay the whirlwind incubus
And hide:chanting my own obscurity.
To fade within this bound crease
Perhaps, once slain,
I will be healed
I'll look up
Defying the omenFaith is both an honor and a curseDefying the omen2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as your fist rests upon my brow,
hoping it won't lessen this fever
and the portents of scarab oracles
that have you trading in a
life of always just one more day
for an urn of emblazoned frescoes
with processions of maids and of bulls
filled with my ashes, bright as bone.
Broken LocksBroken Locks4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why does my heart
when I see you?
When your fingers
accidentally brushed mine,
an electric shock
go through my body.
Every time you look at me,
every time you're close to me,
My whole body
Could it be?
That towards you,
I am in
How could it be?
I closed my heart
off to anyone
No one can break
those locks on my heart.
why is my heart
I want something,
What is that sound?
The grinding sound of metal
it's the sound
of those locks,
the ones that surround my heart.
They're being broken.
I think I fell for you.
Sherlock- BoxJohn blinked at the box in the middle of the floor. It was fresh, new. The label on the side was addressed to Speedy's café, so John knew it wasn't originally meant to be in the flat. Mrs. Hudson wouldn't randomly leave a box in the middle of the floor, and John definitely hadn't had anything to do with it, so that left Sherlock.Sherlock- Box3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
As far as things Sherlock brought back to the apartment, a cardboard box was mundane, at best. That was part of what worried John. He moved to examine the box, speculating as to what could be inside.
The first thing that he noted was that it was upside down. The bottom of the box, which was now the top, was still sealed with packing tape. Closer examination showed that the tape across the top of the box (now tucked underneath) had been peeled off, so the only opening was at the bottom. This also meant that it had been opened, which reduced the fear that Sherlock was stealing a café's mail.
With a huff, John plopped down in his chair, staring at the b
I I hate myself.I3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I'm plain. I'm boring. I don't have any sexual appealing qualities.
Heck, I'm a C cup for goodness sakes.
I never went outside during the entirety of my middle school life. The only time I stepped outside was when I went to take my precious dog to go do his business and to go to school. If I went to the mall, it was rare. I had a tendency to lock myself in my room the minute I got home to read a book or to do homework. I sometimes studied when I had a test the next day and I barely ate because I never did anything to have my stomach weep for hunger.
I was lonely. I was depressed. I rarely ever smiled.
Geez, I was like a scary frowning clown.
The moment I entered mid-high, I only had a few friends. Those friends were entirely online.
Yes, I had a boyfriend. He was my childhood friend. He doesn't count, he's a boyfriend, and he's not someone I can go complain to about my girlish problems and fangirl about my many fandoms with.
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.
She has the moon in her eyes.But, this body is a black hole,She has the moon in her eyes.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a hollowed out womb-
and these palms are sandpaper
thin and bleeding a silent stigmata.
"Not yet ripe to fall from her bed,
too young to understand her own limbs-"
She folds back July's origami skin,
wishing for the warmth of winters kiss.
She is a raven heart, thumping wildly
against the whispers of vintage lips.
Her bed is empty,
but the sheets are red.