things i wish the thirteen year old knewi. this one's about your issues with yourself.things i wish the thirteen year old knew1 year ago in Letters More Like This
you're really not as bad as you think you are. at everything. you're good at drawing. you're not that fat, the baby fat goes away after a while. you're not that pathetic. you're pretty smart and hell, you're god damn cute when you're not pulling stupid horrifying faces.
if i could go back now and talk some sense into that insecure bundle of mess that you were, i would do that in a heart beat. except that would be hypocritical and i don't want you to realise that despite all of the childish antics and the confidence, the now-you is just as insecure as you are at the age of thirteen.
okay maybe not quite that insecure. but still pretty insecure. i'm working on it, i swear.
ii. general advice because you will thank me later.
don't get involved with that girl. you know who i'm talking about, and so does anyone who knows you even slightly. she's not evil, but she's definitely toxic to you. you will spend years crying becaus
From Your 'Secret' AdmirerHeaven,From Your 'Secret' Admirer1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
this is not a love letter
I will swear to God,
with a halo on my head
and a hole in my heart.
But the fact is I revere you
more than I have any right to.
After all, we are nothing except
who have awkward conversations.
So why is it that every time the line
falls silent I panic, worrying that your shadow
will make my efforts nothing but a distant memory,
when every word you speak strongly marks my mind?
Simple: I fear having something to lose
and losing the nothing I have. You are
treasure to me, and this note becomes my confession.
Sincerely- I typed this, but I'm sure you'll recognize the handwriting.
Ghostly I see him in my swirl of dreams every night. A little boy, no more than 6 years old, visits me in my restless sleep. His name is David. He told me to call him Davy. His hair is white, his eyes are a deep shade of blue. I find him charming, but I'm sure others would find him terrifying.Ghostly2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
See, Davy died in 1954. His Great Aunt Salla killed him with the kitchen knife in her hand as she was preparing his lunch for school that day. She was sick of Davy crying and whining while she was cutting an apple. I'll leave the rest of the story to your imagination.
How do I know this, you ask? Well, Davy told me the story the night we met. I remember it just like it was yesterday. One cool October evening, the 31st, I believe, he made himself known in my lightless bedroom. He was hovering over my bed, his pajamas hanged off his slender body, making it seem like he hadn't had a good
Looking With Your HandsEveryone’s been there. As a child, your mom would take you to Wal-Mart, Target, or, if you lived near rich people as a kid, Toys-R-Us. Anywhere with toys. And being a child, you wanted to pick them up, play with them, put them in the buggy in hopes that your mom would buy them. Heck, at that age, you didn’t get the concept of money or buying things with money. You just wanted to play with it. And you wanted Mom to let you take it out of the store. If she said no, some of the braver ones among you would sneak it in the buggy anyway. Maybe mom didn’t notice. Maybe she did and bought it anyway.Looking With Your Hands2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But typically, what would happen? Your mom would catch your greedy hands and say what?
“No! You can look, but you don’t look with your hands!”
That phrase has always held a special kind of irony for me.
I can’t remember specifically when it started. Used to be just a feeling. I would pick up something and just have a feeling that it belonged to someone. Or
Lavender SuicidesLavender Town Syndrome over rated? True. Lavendar Town Syndrome is fake?Lavender Suicides4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It started about... what, 2 months ago? Yeah, 2 months ago, about halfway through October. I was on Youtube, searching for random videos of who knows what when one of the people I subscribed uploaded a video. They were uploading a video that had scary video game music every day of the month until Halloween, and so far they had been uploading some pretty good and very unnerving music I had never heard before. So I was shocked to see they had uploaded Pokemon music.
I clicked on it anyways. It was the old, first version of the Lavender Town theme song. When I listened to the theme I remembered hearing it before, when I had played through the game. It honestly didn't sound scary at all to me, I actually even liked hearing it. But then I looked at the comments on the video.
Some users were talking about how Japanese kids had committed suicide on themselves after listening to this song. Interested,
7 Usernames to stop makingUser names with more than one extra "X":7 Usernames to stop making5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Okay, these names were unique when they were first spawned from some Goth kid's head, but X's don't make your user name look cool any more. It makes you look like some emo/goth wannabe who is just looking for attention.
User names with random numbers on the end:
When you type in a desired user name but it's already taken, the computer makes names as suggestions, like instead of JohnSmith, you're J.smith, SmithJohn, Johsmi, JohnSmith233... etc. The list can go on. Just because you want your "desired" user name, doesn't mean you need to memorize pi.
User names that are just misspelled words:
Misspelling used to be cool, now it's not. Nobody cares if you type "da" instead of "the" or use extra letters. If the best thing you can come up with for your user name is a word, the
Belief.Belief.Belief.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I’d rather believe in something,
Rather than to believe in nothing.
Because to believe in nothing implies there is no purpose.
It implies that there is nothing below or above the earth’s surface.
It suggests that there is no advanced assistance and that our existence
Can be revoked in an instant, despite our apparent spiritual commitments.
It would mean that mankind will not be punished for all their wrong doings.
And that living a good honest life will not grant you a shoe in
To something that is not indefinitely there
And that it was us who made this world unfair.
But if you believe there is something greater in place
And that this something does not have a form, figure or face.
From this something we gain a feeling that cannot be described
And although countless cynics have allied, defied and tried.
They have dedicated their entire lives to proving there is no evidence.
Because disproving that something is the only thing of any relevance.
What if confirming its p
DN: land where no-one smilesYagami Light, age eight.DN: land where no-one smiles7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
L Lawliet, age nine.
The park was nearly deserted when Yagami Light arrived. There were a few children playing on the monkey bars, and several parents standing together next to the park benches; his mother went off and joined them as soon as she saw them, keeping close enough so that she could see where her son went. The neighborhood they lived in was a fairly small and quiet one; everyone seemed to know each other, and the park was hardly ever crowded.
He had his own spot in the park, a spot he would always run off to whenever his mother brought him out. It was nothing exciting just an old, rickety swing set which had been abandoned by all others ever since the new swing set had been built near the picnic benches on the other side of the park but for some reason he loved it. It was ill-kept - covered with spider webs, overrun with weeds, and rusting but he hardly cared. It made no difference if the spot was dirty or clean, because i
DN: From the Ashes 1Prompt 73 -- LightDN: From the Ashes 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The report Watari handed him silently on the morning of January 21st, 2004 read simply: Beyond Birthday heart attack. After several minutes of staring at the neatly printed words, L lowered the report onto his desk, slowly, before shifting his focus to the young man sitting a mere six feet away.
Light glanced away from his computer monitor and caught Ls gaze, offering one of those kindhearted smiles that L had trouble deciding whether or not were fake. L closed his teeth around the pad of his thumb and quickly looked away, a dozen new thoughts rushing through his mind all related to one central theory.
Prompt 1 -- Beginnings
In the beginning, there was only darkness; blissful darkness, perfect darkness darkness not unlike the beautiful black void of his eyes. His. The one he would one day try to mimic and even strive surpass.
DN: The Decorative KindHe lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling with wide eyes that appeared black in the rooms dim lighting and arms and legs spread across the mattress as if he was tied by the limbs to the bed posts. For nearly three days hed been in this position, and though they all tried countless times none of the caretakers managed to rouse him from his stupor; they couldnt even get him to eat when they tried to force him on the first day, he gagged and threw up over the edge of the bed and after that no-one even dared to bring food in for him.DN: The Decorative Kind7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Wammys House was just as he expected it to be: a large, brick structure filled mainly with children who cried inconsolably and adults who walked around with fake smiles on their faces because they knew of no other way to deal with the misery that surrounded them. Wammys House was an orphanage, a place children were sent when they had no place left to call home or (in Beyond Birthdays case) when they had a home but were
Bastard SestinaI find myself saying the same wordBastard Sestina4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
over and over and over again, bastard,
bastard, bastard, bastard. In a word,
I am that sort of person, a bastard.
I'm the quiet sort that whispers a word
that crawls just under skin, like a bastard.
I was raised without a father, I'm a bastard,
that's the definition of the word.
Really, there isn't any better word,
though no one will ever call me bastard,
thinking they'll "offend the poor bastard".
What crawls under my skin is not a word.
No, what crawls under my skin isn't a word
but images. "Images, the poor bastard!"
Sunset's gleaned in the eyes of this bastard,
harpooned each night like many a word
on the blunt and grimy point of a bastard
sword still sharper than each word.
See, the pretense isn't from the word
but from its background, so a word
that's seen a lifespan like bastard
knows that even good nights for a bastard
mean climbing in windows when the word
is given. "Coast is clear, you bastard."
Don't mistake me. Although I am a bastard
DN: land where no-one smiles 2I thought of you, being somehow different in all this sameness.DN: land where no-one smiles 27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
L did not show up for school the next morning. Light, who had never known his friend to miss a full day of classes, took this to mean that something was seriously wrong. No matter what happened (how many bruises he merited from Beyond) L always toughed it out; covered his face in neutral makeup and pretended nothing was out of the ordinary. Of course, people always knew, but usually they went along with Ls façade of normalcy. For L not to show up for school...
Images of what hed witnessed between the two brothers the previous evening invaded Lights memory as he sat in his sixth period Calculus class, staring blankly at the empty chair beside him that was usually occupied by his best friend.
... Did that mean Beyond hadnt stopped? Even with the commotion Light knew hed caused on his way out
DN: From the Ashes 276 -- Who?DN: From the Ashes 27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Beyond glanced up from the photograph in his hands, focusing instead to the left where a young boy stared up at him inquisitively. He looked no older than nine, with light brown hair that almost shone blonde in the bright sun and amber eyes that sparkled with curiosity and a strange intelligence that appeared out of place in someone so young, though Beyond did not think anything of it; he was used to seeing that glimmer in the eyes of almost every child at Wammys, in his own eyes, so it was nothing special or unique to him though it did remind him of L (which was also nothing new; practically everything he saw or heard reminded him of his genius detective and idol).
Hell-ooo, the boy said, waving a hand in front of Beyonds face. Im talking to you.
Beyond curled a lip in irritation, easily able to tell now that this boy Yagami Tsuki, the characters over his head spelled w
L's note chapter 3Almost a year later, L stood, hunched over the dead bodies of his beloved parents.L's note chapter 37 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He could hear the church bells ringing in the nearby church, and he shivered.
It sounded so loud and so distant as well. But most of all, it sounded haunting and scary. Normally L rarely showed any emotions, but now he was weeping as the bells were ringing.
The two people dearest to him, the only ones who cared about him, were now gone forever. And L knew that they were not coming back, no matter what.
His eyes blurred as he tried to remeber what happened the previous night......
It was a stormy and rainy night. L hated that sort of nights. He couldn't sleep due to the rain pattering and the thunder crackling loudly above him. So he sat up, and stared at the window.
Suddenly, a dark figure went into the room and L hid under the covers, thinking that it was a hallucination. The silhouette looked like it was drunk and was lumbering around. L lay down really still on the bed, so that whatever the f
things misa wouldn't sayU_UOMG i let a little out i got so excited!things misa wouldn't sayU_U7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
*leans over to L and whispers in his ear* ...Between you and me, Light SUCKS in bed, doesn't he?
I thought Rem was a BOY this whole friggin time!
(during the Yotsuba Corp. practice interview) Ryuzaki, wanna direct a porno while you're at it? *snuggles onto Light and purrs*
You know, i read books.
I didn't just pee when i was tied up... oh yeah, i let it ALL out.
i'm not a real blonde!
i have a collection of Light's used toothbrushes *creepy laugh*
*dumps makeup box in front of L* let's play dress up!
cosplay tea party, Ryuzaki's the mad hatter!
*talking with Ryuzaki* i don't know how i can memorize an entire script for a movie.
Your PathA little bit sad,Your Path2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not tired of being mad,
Far from happily insane,
Too depressed to feel the pain.
No body cares if you are good,
Nor does it matter if you lose your childhood,
Pleasure is all they need,
Even if your heart if filled with greed.
"Just keep going" they say,
They don't mind even if its not your way,
Walk an unknown path even if you have to crawl,
What ever happens; they say don't fall.
Live a life which you don't want,
The world will race you to the finishing point,
But your dreams are long lost,
And all you did is listen to them at your own cost.
But our lives only end up in our hands,
We shall only play our own bands,
Just trust it in yourself,
Forget every other trickster elf,
Take it just as far as you can,
Be proud, on your own legs you ran.
Dysthanasia.Short-sighted though I’ve always been,Dysthanasia.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I noticed when you wrote lovely wounds into
my skin with all the blunt finesse
of a child drawing with crayons
but I missed the moment
when you stopped caring enough
to make them beautiful.
The InfectionDreaming of screamingThe Infection2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The names of all the torments you devise
They’re all in your head
Crawling and writhing
Fight the infection
Perform your own dissection
Take these thoughts and neutralise them
Before they take your mind
Probe your own subconscious
Deal with all this nonsense
Remove this parasite
From your deepened thoughts
things you never hear L say?god, i'm f-ing tired.things you never hear L say?7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
mogi-san, would you mind just rolling me to the other computer? i don't feel like getting up and i'm sick of Light's profile....
if misa sat like this she'd show off her panties better *stares at misa*
i feel like dancing.
i used to be fat, you know.
:: gummy bears...!!
pull my finger.
Takada-saaaannn :: come sit with me and Light-kun!
if i see another fcking strawberry on my plate, i'm gonna bang my head on this tabletop.
can we move the cameras to see under misa's skirt?
$10 Light's not wearing underwear today.
...i hate marshmallows. i saw that scene in sherlock holmes. ::shudders::
has anyone seen my eyebrows? i can't find them...
i think matsuda and light should get it on. that's some real motivation, i tell you.
duuuhh... what was i saying?
Let's pretend I can write okayLet's pretend I can write okay4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Anxious digits were making uneasy taps on the desk of his studio. In his mind, the clock could have gone by hours when, really, it had only been ten minutes. His uneasy stomach did flips as beads of sweat raced down his face. Glasses swiftly removed, those tapping digits moved to violently rub the violet eyes of the nervous man. An arbitrary hand makes its way through messy hair. The glasses resume their place and flickering eyes are caught by the very thing that started the conundrum. That put him in such a flurry.
A shaky breath taken, his slim hand moved to the computer mouse.
In a single click, the picture is set to print.
Combat ZonesHe wakes up in Vietnam every night,Combat Zones2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
boot-clad feet trudging over mined ground,
trigger finger numb, back sore,
fatigue drenched from the monsoons,
and he prays to go home to her.
He finds himself next to her every morning,
dark bags under her eyes telling him
his twitching kept her awake again.
At breakfast she throws the dishes
and cries as the china shatters against the wall—
cries that she’s living in a combat zone
with a man who’s battling himself.
"Is there anything more destructive
than war?" she asks, and he looks at her
and says, “Love."
DN: Autumn Ghost WhispersDo you believe in ghosts, Light-kun?DN: Autumn Ghost Whispers8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The eighteen-year-old opened a weary amber eye, glancing over to the nightstand and reading the time not surprised at all to see that it was nearing three in the morning before turning his gaze to the man he was forced to share a bed with. L appeared wide awake, as usual, sitting upright in his usual position with a laptop haphazardly balanced on his knees. Every once and a while he would type something and Light found the rapid clicking noises far too irritating.
His mind went back to the question. Ghosts? Why would L ask him such a stupid thing? L was hardly a superstitious person anything that could not be backed up by solid, cold evidence was immediately dismissed in the detectives mind as unimportant.
Light sighed and shook his head, yearning for L to just put his laptop away, stop asking him useless things, and allow him to get some much-needed sleep. His energy was completely depleted; investigating o
Individuality.Individuality.Individuality.2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
These days most people are other people.
Only a few templates are distributed amongst the billions.
Maybe it’s because they see themselves as less than equals.
So they base and paste their thoughts from someone else’s opinions.
Their unfulfilled lives a mimicry.
Obtaining incompatible abilities.
Altering their figures physically.
Their passions are quotations.
Their theories are past equations.
They become victims of affiliations.
Remoulding their models into the shape of their role models.
Worshipping the words of Drake, Einstein, Rhianna and Aristotle.
Pursuing the idolised physique of a manufactured Coca Cola bottle.
They squeeze themselves into already overcrowded groups.
But you can only have so many cards in one particular suit.
To every leader there will always be surplus of recruits.
This process progresses day by day.
To the point where he and she have become they
“Mummy, when I grow up I want to be just like them”
Is what they all will s