Frerard 1 The night was cold. Every breeze that crept through the crevices of the tour bus tortured his shivering frame. Wrapped in blankets up to his strong, slightly pointed chin, little Frankie Iero shuddered at every chill creeping its way up his spine. Whether from the cold itself or the thoughts passing through his mind, he wasnt sure. The darkness of the bunks themselves rivaled that of the icy stillness in the air. He was never a fan of the dark. Snores echoed through the small hallway, probably those of Ray, disturbing the eerie silence of nighttime. Frank peered out of the small curtains isolating him from the other members of the band. Why did he feel like he was being watched? Closing them again, he leaned up against the corner of his bunk letting out a frustrated sigh. Thats what you get for welcoming insomnia as a sick thrill. Leaning his head back against the plastic surface of his bunk, Frank wished for sleep, knowing fully well that it wFrerard 18 years ago in Teen More Like This
Leader Of The Candy Pack ch 2Chapter 2Leader Of The Candy Pack ch 28 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Patrick hated school. It wasnt the teasing or the outcast situation, though it had its share in creating this opinion in Patrick. It wasnt the entirely fact that everyone else could find a girlfriend and he could not. It wasnt just because he only had one friend, his curly haired comrade Joe, while everyone else had several. It was more the under stimulating classes that dragged by with teachers explaining their lessons, all too often, in monosyllabic tones. Those classes where the hands on the clock that hung teasingly on the wall slowed to a halt; cruel in their tedious click towards three and freedom. The only classes Patrick looked forward to were those four music periods a week where in the monotones melted away to be replaced with fine strings of music that floated in the air like butterflies on a summers day. He could move around while his fingers plucked excitably at the strings of his electric guitar. He could ignite his soul with the songs he loved
The Disappearance Of... [Germany x Reader]Germany x ReaderThe Disappearance Of... [Germany x Reader]3 years ago in Drama More Like This
The disappearance of you . has left me with a hole in my chest. The sounds of screaming, may it have been his own or the screams of those around him, not sure of anything really. Just holding the only thought that raced through your mind was to hold the cripple form of the bleeding, body in your arms.
The warmth slowly fading from their body, tears cascading down your face, while your focus shifted from the body in your arms, to the war taking place in front of you fire, screams, the smell of burning flesh penetrated your five senses.
You could taste the gun powder in the air, smell the smoke, hear the screams, see the devastation, and you could feel the blood on the muddy ground, staining your clothes, slowly seeping into your skin, tainting you.
You told me that when you were born .that you realized that you would fade away. Saying that you have no heart, that everything you are now belongs to your country. And right now
AssassinAssassin2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know who you are, walking alone
With that look in your eye,
And your own secret throne,
The secrets you hide,
You know that I know.
Don't know your destination,
Disgust of Assassination
I know why you're you, out in the dark,
With that look in your eye,
That electric spark,
That past that you hide,
It's no secret anymore.
Your not at all cliched,
Double blade, a maid,
Made to assassinate
I know your past, why you hide away,
The family and friends you lost,
The price you had to pay,
It's not really your fault,
Your not that alone.
You take a long time deciding,
Your striding, colliding
Your own world your dividing
I know you begged, when you were young,
In streets at morn, dusk and dawn,
To feed yourself, I know that it stung,
Scars in your heart,
Though of course you won't
I'm in love with a painterYou are the painter who streaks rainbows onto my lungs,I'm in love with a painter1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
who stains chalks onto my rib cage.
And every time I see you
I get so
o u t
b r e a t h.
I'm in love with a painter
Cake and Training*Read the description below, there is a picture/drawing from a fellow deviantART member that goes along with the short story.*Cake and Training4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
In was late in the morning, and little Austria was sweeping the hallways. His Papa, Mister Italy was down in the parlor, creating some beautiful works of art, and even though the nation had wait staff to clean up the areas, he wanted to teach his little one responsibility, so Austria was giving the job of sweeping. The little one swished the broom, making noises while he did so. He was decked out in a little purple frock, and a white apron, alongside a little bandana on his head, to keep the dust and grime from getting in his hair. He had seen the chamber maids, and what they wear, so he had one of them help him.
Italy was down in the South wing of the mansion, painting some pictures, and enjoying himself. Knowing his little one was always well behaved, he did not have to worry about a thing. He hadn't had any plans set for the day, though sometimes Holy
Guide to Gakuen Hetalia: SealandGuide to Gakuen Hetalia: Sealand3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Name: Peter Kirkland (Principality of Sealand)
Height: 4' 3"
Age: 12 (appearance)
Hair Color: Blonde
Special Hair Feature: Is always covered in a hat, bandanna, etc...
Eye Color: Blue
Personality: Sealandish (hyper and overly humungous dreams), a "brat", reckless, and free.
Family: Brothers-England, America, Scotland, Ireland, and Wales
Friends: Latvia, America, Wy, Other Micro Nations, and "Iceland"
Sexiness Meter (1-3): He broke the scale with his "metal mass"
Favorite Food: Fish and Chips
Fun Fact: For a "small profit" country he still gets wireless internet access.
Surprising Fact: He's made of metal.
Extra: Some suspect him to be a closet otaku.
Hello there! It's Sealand, also known as Sea-kun! I just wanted you to know that maybe after I become a country...you would like to become the capitol of my "metal landmass"?
Clock and TimeI hate how the clock ticks,Clock and Time2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Leaching away the euphoria I seeded,
And the contradiction of every paradox .
I hate how the clock ticks,
When the wand waltzes in constant cycle,
Every second, every strain; vexes me.
But I love how time passes,
How the clumsy hulk smashes my past,
And how he gifts me bouquet of future times.
I love how time passes,
How I await every comfort after every storm,
And how I never seem to catch its breath on me.
-Clock and Time
Addicted to Messy Kisses (Visual) I want to sit on theAddicted to Messy Kisses (Visual)1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
roof top in your boxers and kiss
you while listening to you telling me about
the stars that made the constellations on my
face. I want to kiss you when you photograph me,
because that's what I want to remember: loving you
endlessly and boundlessly. I want to kiss you when you
are too tired and too drunk, and watch you slobbering all
over me, while I laugh in your breath on my lips. I want to
kiss you in libraries, when you'll blush and tell me to sto
I'm Over YouYou know there are some times where you will keep some miscellaneous in your drawer when you know you wouldn't use them again, but still, they are precious to you? You are like that.I'm Over You1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
See, I wouldn't appreciate you lingering with me, because I knew I'll only cry when you were here, I knew I'll only made you upset; I knew we had to break our promise.
But you are as though the key to my old apartment. I wouldn't use it again, yet I'll still keep the bronze rusty key in my drawer by my bed, maybe to reminisce, or just for a slight possibility I'll go back again, I don't know, but I know I want to keep your memories perfect.
You are the piano key that I don't use in my music, but I'll press it whenever I love it, maybe because I like the sound of it, or just that I love the way I wouldn't use it much that it will be special and you are extremely special.
You are the folded page in my boring novel that I wouldn't unfold. But sometimes I'll flip to that page and re read it, as though the fold
Because Writing Keeps Me Human Just because it is burning my mind, and it holds a grenade that blasts everything I have into remnants of his musky scent; because I feel like I'm gagging, except that I'm coughing poems and vomiting metaphors; because words can be a crumpled piece of paper drowned in tears, and every poem written can be blended into fiction; and because my limbs feel like they had been devoured by the lava in the words and the music notes I play sink deep between the piano keys, and apparently banging the keys does not help silencing the empty screams at night.Because Writing Keeps Me Human1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
Because the clock seems to slow down whenever I am planting your name in ink and paper; and because nobody ever listens to me the way poetry do; because poetry sees the "warning: fragile, handle with care" sign on me and knows that I break easily; because I can sculpt him into dreams and heavens and he will never know he exists in poems
The Love Story You Gave MeI, We kissedThe Love Story You Gave Me1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your lips tasted like heaven
But you left traces of
Down my throat.
II, We loved
When our skin brushed
the wound on my thigh somehow rooted into buttresses of your veins
It poisoned your heart and
robbed your breath away.
III, I left
That night when your eyes burnt in liquor wildfire
I could smell her perfume on our bed
Your lips tasted like vanilla
And my tears tasted like bitter blizzard.
The Love Story You Gave Me
Fixated On Twilight InfinityIf I stand very still beneath the moon by the bay,Fixated On Twilight Infinity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I could see the moon grazing its ray onto my tanned skin;
And how every strand of my hair
Carries the weight of the gravity;
And I'll realise how close I am to the scorching core of my own Earth.
I could see the entire universe covered in the same twilight infinity,
On every planet I may or may not ever know;
As the supernovas explodes chips of stars onto the fragrant dandelion night,
Somehow I just stand amazed at every improbability of the galaxy,
And I realise the meteor showers had granted my wish upon the star.
-Fixated on twilight infinity
Blotto on the Vino*Read the description below, there is a picture/drawing from a fellow deviantART member that goes along with the short story.*Blotto on the Vino4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Standing in the kitchen preparing something to eat for dinner, Feliciano was smiling while stirring the pot of sauce that he had made. The afternoon had been relatively calm for the most part, but Italy's partner, Romano was in a bad mood. The two were not around, because little Rome had ventured outside, and with Romano telling the boy to stay close, he made it his mission to see where the child had gone. This left Feliciano in the house alone. He was humming and having a good time cooking, when he was interrupted by the sound of whining, and lecturing. Looking over to the door, he saw Lovino walking in, dragging along a very naked little Rome in his grip. The elder nation looked furious.
"And another'a thing, naked? What is'a the matter with you?" Pulling the child along, he had him now standing before him, while the nation crossed his arms over his ch
I Wish I Could Tell YouI wish I could tell you your lips taste like fairy tale, of roses in Beauty and the Beast and apples of Snow White. I wish you know how beautiful you look when your spine curves into a perfect arch as your eyes turn rosy as though you rupture the cracks in the daylight.I Wish I Could Tell You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish I could tell you when the wind blows in your fragrant breeze, I'm drunk in your lilac and grass stain scent. And how the wild flowers peek through your silhouette as you doze off on the bed of dandelions, they whimsically splash palettes of rainbows onto your crescent moon smile, and you are the reason I'm out of breath.
How I wish I could tell you that you poison my veins every time your fingertips blossoms into her skin, and how your gentle nature somehow imitate the moonlight on the foggy dark sky, that in your own way, you shone your gentle ray and I would sit by the shore with the kicking waves, mesmerised by your moonlight kiss.
And I wish I could turn back the ticking grandfather clock, and grasp tightly o
Demon! Prussia x Reader (Songfic)Demon! Prussia x Reader (Songfic)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Gilbert sighs and and stares up over the small city. He doesn’t really want to delve into the minds and souls of the inhabitants, but he doesn’t care enough to stop his urges. Gilbert wasn’t always like this. He was always fallen. Angels sometimes grow curious of the human realm. And sometimes they experiment. Gilbert couldn't stop himself when his first encounter with a human woman came, severing himself from Heaven completely. And now...now he is nothing but a hollow shell. He’s been transformed into an incubus.
It’s still bright out, so he’s not as strong as he normally would be. If he were to come in sexual contact with anyone right now, he would be visible to them without his consent. So he decides to wander through the city. There are so many people. He sees them everyday. It’s so boring. Germany has become so boring. Humanity has become so boring. No one is special anymore. It sucks because Gilbert u
A String of FearsI fear the whispers in my mind, not because they echo sin, but because I can hear the cracks in every syllabus in my own voice and it makes me question exactly how crippled, how wounded I am to want to be sheltered in such malicious manner. And I fear my infinite thoughts, or the way they wander off too quickly in my skull I could barely catch up, or stop them.A String of Fears2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I fear losing people I cared too dearly and I fear love. I fear the smiles I gave away could never be compensated with streams of missing you. I fear I'll cry at every photos we took, or every fights we had. I fear I'll ever regret loving you.
And I fear the world, I fear the norm and the bruises that too little people could ever care to see. I fear that one day, no one would notice traces of tear drops on her faces, or the quicksand he was drowning behind his outburst; I fear that one day, I will hope that I was never born.
-A String of Fears
I saw the tornado in your eyesSo you learnt to hide your hurricanes,I saw the tornado in your eyes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You hushed your storms silent,
And hid the seams in your bruised heart,
You found cracks beneath your gentle smile.
-I saw the tornado in your eyes
Endless TalesIEndless Tales1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am the haiku of my smiles,
The limerick of my frowns,
The sonnet of my love stories,
And the couplet of my thoughts.
I am a ticking time bomb;
And poems are the fragments of my blood,
Mixed with the immortality of my soul,
Carved into every echoes in the universe.
I am never a story,
Never a lesson to be learnt,
Never a tale for you to boast;
I am the scorching flames burning in the cold winter,
I am a raging tsunami,
And I could engulf the hell out of you.
I am the everlasting scorching supernova,
I am a whole book of undecided thoughts,
I am your troubled curiosity,
And every improbability in this universe.
I am the paradox of my own time line,
The undefined term in your mere dictionary,
And the infinite definitions of my own thoughts.
Kelly IotaKelly Iota1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: ZFX-1677 or Kelly Iota
Age: Looks 16 physically, but has been built for more then 5 years.
Species: Robotic Soldier
Occupation: Soldier, Combat bot
Personality Traits: Kelly is a young perky girl, but with a pragmatic look on things, she can be a bit naïve though. She can be a liar to get her way, but doesn't do it for nefarious reasons. She can be a bit nosey. She tends to have a superior complex over old outdated machines made years before.
Likes: Toys, fire arms training, exploring, she likes to play with a yo-yo she gotten as a gift from a young boy she helped saved during a fire fight.
Dislikes: Mean people, terrorists vicious animals, wrenches, loose bolts in her body, her programming, loud noises, dogs, old machines.
Attributes: Kelly is adept with laser pistols, and heavy weapons. She can also do some hacking as apart of her stealth mode. She can blend into the environment during stealth mode, from her camo device.
Back Ground: In the far fu
Julius x Reader - Beauty of YouJulius x Reader - Beauty of You11 months ago in Romance More Like This
Calloused fingers continued to busy themselves into the late hours of the night. The sun and it's graces had long left sight, leaving the ticking of clocks as the only thing to fill the castle's walls now. You had done this many nights now, watching the clock maker do his work thoroughly. Something about this captivated your interests, although you worried greatly about his ongoing insomnia. After you found yourself here in this world, he soon became your world.
"Julius, aren't you coming to bed?"
Cobalt locks turned your way, pools of blue hues meeting you along the way. His gaze was cold as always, his indifference never wavering. Sometimes, it broke your heart for him to act this way. Yet his small gestures always made up for it; the sweets he'd make for you or his effort to take you out somewhere showing his inner good intentions.
You Forgot Something [Makorra]"Oh look at me! I'm Korra!" Bolin chuckled, dressed in Korra's clothes. They were a little tight, but he managed to fit without ripping anything. Though he was afraid to bend down…You Forgot Something [Makorra]3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Korra laughed. "Oh yeah? Well I'm Mako! I bend fire and I'm no fun!" she grumped, trying to hold a straight face. Mako's clothes were a bit too baggy for her, but she still had fun wearing them.
She wore a face with no emotion, but her lips curved into a smile and then she burst into laughing. Bolin joined her and let himself laugh.
"I'm the avatar! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" Bolin mocked, posing into his stances.
"I'm so cool, check out my moves," Korra smirked, popping the scarfless collar on Mako's shirt.
Bolin threw his head back and laughed. Korra placed her arm on him to support herself. She couldn't hold herself up from the hilariousness of it all.
Suddenly, Bolin stopped and straightened up. Korra wiped the tear from her eye and followed his gaze. She gasped as she saw Mako standing in the doorw
10 ways to annoy Edward Cullen10 ways to annoy the loving Edward Anthony Mason Cullen.10 ways to annoy Edward Cullen5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
1. Steal his volvo, and have Jacob ride around in it
2. Kill Bella (my personal favorite)
3. Scream "EDWARD EDWARD YOU HAVE TO HELP ME!!!" In your head over and over
4. When he asks whats wrong, tell him you don't know what he's talking about, and do it again in 10 minutes.
5. Tell him Alice saw a vision of Bella having Jacob's puppies
6. Steal his CD's, and replace them with rap.
7. Steal his clothes, so he is forced to walk around naked
8. While he is watching TV, throw pink bouncy balls at him
9. When he asks what ur doing, tell him he looked dead, and u were just checking
10. Tell Bella he is really not a virgin, and has gotten many people pregnant before