John and Samantha VignetteJohn's wife of four years, Samantha, lay beside him. Her blonde, straight hair fell around her and onto hers and John's shoulders as they laid next to eachother. The movie, giving a few clues that it was nearing to an end, was muted to allow Samantha to continue to doze. She had fallen asleep about halfway through. She was never one for movies. John smiled and laid a passionate kiss upon her head and ruffled her hair a bit. She didn't mind. She sighed happily and pulled her feet farther up on the couch. Her light pink robe followed her movements. She moved her hand a bit on John's shoulder, her red nails glinting on the dim lamp light. The house was mostly dark except for the lamp in the living room and a few beams of moonlight through the front hall window.John and Samantha Vignette4 months ago in Settings More Like This
"Hey," John said to her.
"You want to head upstairs in a little bit?"
She said nothing, but nodded, her golden hair moving on John's shoulder.
"I'll head up now. You finish your movie," she yawned.
"Alright. See you in a minute the
A Smile [China x Vietnam] Drabble!A Smile [China x Vietnam] Drabble!1 year ago in Romance More Like This
The September weather was an interesting one to witness firsthand, especially standing out over the lake like this. Many people seem to regard this month as autumn already, but the scenery tells a new and different story. Forest green leaves still dot the trees yet some show the beginning of scarlet tips. A single leaf decides to make its escape, falling and twirling like a performing ballerina before finished final by landing without a sound on the clear surface of the lake, as reflecting as always.
My reflection stares back at me, those honey-golden eyes never blinking…before flitting back across the lake. As much as I seem to take a liking immediately to this newfound sanctuary- the calm and quiet exterior of the setting contrasts greatly against the shouting and arguments forever raging in my head. That’s something I’ll deal with later…for now, I need a break.
Fingers running through my chocolate brown hair, a few
JapanXReader A Little Bravery goes a Long WayJapanXReader A Little Bravery goes a Long Way2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The gate is wide
The road is paved in moderation
The crowd is kind and quick to pull you in
Welcome to the middle ground
You're safe and sound and
Until now it's where I've been
You yawned softly and removed your forehead from the table before smiling up at the teen in front of you. The younger teen has short black-brown hair, with a flyaway curl on the right side of his head. "Da-ze! ___, did you hear anything I just told you?" said the happy go lucky Asian country. You smile apologetically and shook your head. "Sorry," you told him honestly and watched a pout cross the Korean's face. He leaned forward and flailed his arms a bit making the extra long sleeves of his shirt flip around a bit. "I said that you should drink more of your coffee! You are falling asleep," he told you and narrowed his bright brown eyes at you. You giggle at his flailing and picked up the cup of coffee he had bought you, taking a big sip. The
The Original GladersI woke up to a bright light. It shone through my eyelids, turning their insides red like fire. Heat came with the light, making me sweat uncomfortably. The sun was upThe Original Gladers3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The sun? A word that sounded familiar, but I wasn't sure why. I willed my body to roll over, to cover my eyes from the glowing orb's heat. I still didn't open them. If the sun was this bright with them closed I needed to adjust before I blinded myself.
I rolled over so I was lying on my stomach. The ground underneath me was hard and cold I brushed it with my hand and felt its smooth surface. Cobblestone. Another thing that felt normal, but at the same time out of place. I heard a strange noise that sounded far away. It was familiar sounding, but I couldn't put my finger on what exactly it was. It was a low moan, but it d
The Real Wonderland.Have you been to Wonderland? Do you want to go? I wonder how many people you'll kill before they let you go.Once I went to Wonderland,went I was innocent and small, but now that I am out of there I've turned bloody and tall. Now I truly wonder if it was Wonderland at all, I fell down the rabbit hole but there was no rabbit at all.Once I stood by a grave held out my hand and said "Let me take you to Wonderland,my friend" So Alice grabbed me by the hand and I lead her to the hole the rabbit dug so we could have a small snack before bed.I pushed Alice down the hole hole and after her I cried "Welcome my friend to dead man's Wonderland." The last I've heard of Alice she was queen of Wonderland, staring so prettily at the masses of dead men. So I went down just to see the madness that went on. But when I jumped down the rabbit hole I saw a bloody corpus that was my white rabbit, but he is no more.I walked until I saw her standing bloody and tall. She stared at me and I at her untThe Real Wonderland.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Three Years.[TadashixReaderxHiro.]Three Years.[TadashixReaderxHiro.]2 months ago in Romance More Like This
This will contain spoilers for the movie Big Hero 6. Don't like, don't read. Thank you and enjoy!
Head aching with a deep throbbing pain, you found yourself curled up tightly against a much smaller body. Whoever they were, it was warm and you didn’t want to move. The pain that stabbed at your heart was that of a blow to the chest. Memories of the night before hit you like a ton of bricks, and you realized that there was no going back to sleep now. There was no going back eighteen hours to scream at the Asian man you’d fallen in love. Don’t be selfless this time! Be selfish! Stay with me, Tadashi! Despite the flames in your mind, you had a hard time putting pieces together but there was one thing you were sure of. There was no going back to the way things were. He was gone, and it seemed, the last bit of Hamada you were going to have in your life was lying in your arms, much like a child after having a nightmare.
The younger boy’s eyes looked like they h
Dystopia Only 23 years from Then, and life is completely different. Today, human characteristics are highly sought, collected and sold like antiques at an auction. The number of Wildstock- those of us unlucky enough not to be genetically engineered- is dwindling. With the onset of cloning and affordable genetic engineering, few people see a benefit in natural selection. Unfortunately, due to the inherent risks of genetic homogeny, Wildstock have become an invaluable resource in the Empire. We are sought out and captured by bounty hunters, ripped from all we have ever known, and taken to the infamous Empire Markets. The lucky ones among us are sold to collectors, who value our raw emotions and unique genetics. The less fortunate are sold to medical facilities, used for the repair of aging Seamless.Dystopia5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was captured a little over a week ago by the best Hunter in the Empire. Since then, I have been resigned to pouting behind the stall of Ba
Dreaming of SpringWe managed to fit a whole year into a day. Spring sat nicely between eight o'clock and breakfast time, gently shaking off winter's frost and teasing the sun from the horizon. With the sheets still possessively wrapped around us, we crawled out of bed and looked out the window. April had painted itself across the morning sky with strokes of green, and we wandered downstairs with light footsteps.Dreaming of Spring5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
In a breath of rain and flower-scented breezes, early summer tipped its hat at noon. Our fingers sticky with maple syrup, we groped hopefully at the memories of cherry pancakes and orange juice. A summer storm brewed past one 'clock, drenching us as the clouds fell from the sky with a soft moan of pleasure, quickly becoming a roar on the windowpanes.
The rest of the afternoon was hot and sticky. We lived in a world of lemonade and cherry stems, twisting our lips into crazy contortions as we attempted to tie knots with our teeth. Laughing out loud when we finally succeeded.
The hands on the clock
America x Blind!Reader .:Eyes Closed:. Part 4America x Blind!Reader .:Eyes Closed:. Part 42 years ago in Romance More Like This
Your mom tied the string to your black-and-white bikini firmly, making you wobble a bit.
"Are you sure you want to go, ______?" She asked a little nervously.
"Yeah mom, (bf/n) is going to. She'll help out." You let out a small 'hmph'. Your mom was always overprotective whenever you left the house to a place other than school.
"Alright, have fun. Stay out of any pools or waterslides with a deep one at the end." She kissed the top of you head and you heard her footsteps recede down the hall.
Feeling around your bed for your cover, you pulled it over your head and extended your arm out to the wall to leave your room. Unfortunately your pride got the best of you in these types of situations.
You refused to get a seeing cane. It would be humiliating, and from the description and feel of them you thought they wouldn't help much more than your arm.
Also, you had been offered to go to a school especially for kids with physical disabilities that was in your area. It sounded great at first, but
Blood of Gold"You'll never be beautiful, Leralia. There's too much of your blood-mother in you." It was Kasea, her father's first-wife who'd said that, when Leralia was still young and untrained enough to indulge in occasional fits of vanity.Blood of Gold5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Faced, for the first time, with man who was to be her husband, Leralia thought again of those words. Too much of her blood-mother to ever be beautiful: hair too curly, face too square, breasts too small. But there was value to blood beyond beauty, value enough that she now sat in a room with a wealthy man who would take her as his first-wife. As her mother had been, until her death had given that position to Kasea.
The man, Joesen, lowered his wine and did not look up as Leralia leaned in to refill it. He had not looked at her overmuch since his arrival. But when he'd brought her hand to his lips, he had smiled, and the smile had not been cruel or forced. It had made her think him still young, that smile. Her father didn't smile. Her named-brothers, only rarel
Schooltrip (GermanyXReader) RequestThird request done! This one was requested by ~ellarycelery123, I hope you enjoy!Schooltrip (GermanyXReader) Request3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Another boring, education filling school trip. Again. It was like the fifth time in the past two weeks. You sighed staring out of the dusty window of the teenager-filled bus. You supposed the only good thing about it right now, was that you were sitting next to Germany. He was in deep conversation with his brother, Prussia. You didn't mind though, sitting next to him was enough to make your heart beat faster.
As you arrived at the museum you would be touring, you got an idea. Sneaking behind Germany, you clapped a hand over his mouth and pulled him back behind the bus again. "___? Vhat are you-"Sssst." You told him. You pulled him down into a crouch behind the bus and waited until you could hear the voices or see the feet of your classmates anymore.
Straightening up, you grinned down at him. His blue eyes widened, realizing what you'd done. "Hey!" He stood to his full height, glaring down at yo
Tate Langdon - Analyzed not TheorizedTate Langdon - Analyzed not Theorized3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The following text is a paradox. With facts on a fictional personality. It's an invalidated analysis of the human psyche, written for momentary personal amusement, cynicism and with pseudopsychological sadistic intentions to provoke thought, humor, awareness, frustration, irritation, self analysis and confusion. While the stated facts can be interpreted as consistent, if any knowledge on the subjects touched is possessed, this is in no way a professional opinion. In other words, what you are about to venture in, is as official and insightful as it is also nothing but bullshit, as most psychoanalytical texts are. My advice? Simply, enjoy.
Due that I have recently become aware of how lot of people, females mainly, overlook the fact that Tate IS a psychopath. He burned Larry in an act of rage, which is one of the FEW things psychopaths can actually feel. He killed those kids during the shooting giving him the Mass Murderer badge, lacking any agreeable motive. He's absolutely egocen
Is it Wrong?Là nó sai mà tôi làm cho mọi người nụ cười?Is it Wrong?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Là nó sai mà tôi làm cho mọi người cười?
Hoặc là nó sai mà tôi không thể tìm thấy hạnh phúc cho người khác?
Là những gì xảy ra với mình?
Tại sao mọi người ghét tôi?
Tại sao người ta muốn nhìn thấy cái chết của tôi?
Tại sao người ta là những người bạn giả?
Three Wishes BTTxReader one-shotThree WishesThree Wishes BTTxReader one-shot2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You really hated the little town you lived in. It was a sleepy, half-dead kind of town. What your family and the other 78 residents thought was fun, you considered to be sleep inducing. You knew EVERYONE in the frickin' town. You wanted excitment, Fun something out of the norm for this place. Little did you know, a whirl wind of excitment was headed your way.
"So. Hows school?" Your father asked you, like he did every morning.
You bit into a peice of toast.
"Have you heard the news?
You rolled your eyes. In a town like this, gossip spread like wild fire. If there was anything new your nosiy neighbor wold have already called by now.
He frowned at you."Don't be like that. This is actually something of some importance."
You raised an eyebrow. Yo
Dead Bodies Don't Cryi.Dead Bodies Don't Cry3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are born with twisted feet
and a pockmark on your chest.
Your poor mother is drenched in sweat,
straining to breathe,
thanking God that it's over.
She cradles you in her arms
and kisses your forehead with curved lips.
Your father reaches out to hold you
but has to pause because
your mother will not release you yet.
The family pays a visit,
hovering in awe, praising, laughing.
You look around for someone to blame.
When you learn to write
you use all the wrong letters
because you feel sorry for the ones
that get left out, like X and Z.
And you wear mismatched clothes
because you don't like the idea that
only certain colors "go together."
The first time you are punched
in the face it is by a girl with pigtails and braces.
You're sitting on a swing,
digging your toes into the dirt,
when she approaches
and says she thinks you're weird.
You tell her she's even weirder, and her fist
goes sailing into your jaw.
You're red and sore for two days.
You meet your first crush
It's OkayIt's okay to be sad.It's Okay1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's okay to be mad.
It's okay to cry,
To not have the strength to try.
Sometimes people just need to
Let it all out,
Scream and shout,
And that's okay.
Admitting something's wrong
Doesn't take your strength away.
Ask for help
If you need it.
Don't feel weak
Just because you
Enough to move mountains.
Crying is good.
If you didn't cry
Just bottle it up
Until you burst.
You don't even
Need a reason
Just have a good cry.
Take a long bath
And watch a movie
That makes you laugh.
Bake a cake
Just for the sake
Of making something.
Lay in bed
Until the bad thoughts
Leave your head.
Just sit back and relax.
Because it's okay
To not be okay,
And to take a day
Just for you.
You bound our spines.It was summer.You bound our spines.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He braided daisy chains and called them flowers; she tangled words and
called them speech. I was the only one who knew
the truth; that the thin lines of cellulose that run beneath the tender skin of a leaf
are not so different from the veins of blood and sentiment
that pulse through syllables as they
smack against your teeth.
I was the weaver. To the art of his flower arranging,
I added in her words,
until it was no longer clear whose work was whose.
I taught her poetry,
and he taught me composition.
nothing in particular
--except how to laugh
at the arching of a word
or the stress of a phrase,
and we would stare at the ceiling and whistle
and cluck and hiss words up into the air,
giving them up as offerings to a deity
long since departed.
Things changed; he
turned to painting, the artist's true calling,
as if flowers were below him,
and she turned to that literary snobbery
that defied my wordspinning.
I had no words of my own.
Bad Touch Baby!Bad Touch Baby!2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Most girls only have to worry about one idiot father you on the other hand have to worry about three. Gilbert Beilschmidt, Francis Bonnefoy and Antonio Carriedo. Known to some as the Bad Touch Trio, and to some Prussia, France and Spain, but to you Vati, Papa and Papá. You were their Bad Touch Baby.
“LET’S HAVE A BABY!” Antonio said raising a glass of beer.
“Vhat? ve’re all men idiot!” Gilbert grumbled.
“We can adopt.” The Spaniard continued.
“Is this another plan to get Belgium’s attention? Mon ami remember last time? You got Romano.” Francis said.
“No! The other day we were all whining about how we miss being parents…so?”
“Fine I’m in!”
“It will be a bad touch baby!” Francis smiled.
“Let’s have a Frau!” Gilbert blurted “We all raised boys. Let’s try raising a girl like as a challenge.”
Innocence ClassesZack x CloudInnocence Classes4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was never going to be easy teaching teenagers that were the ages of fifteen and upwards, but then again Zack had always enjoyed a bit of a challenge, in fact he found it the best form of entertainment for a teacher to have.
In his classes, Zack had noticed that there was always the same type of child in each class that he taught, though he was firmly against stereotyping, he found himself doing it on a regular basis.
For example, whenever he was stepping in for the English teacher, who was constantly ill, he had divided the class up into their social groups so that he found it easier to deal with them if they annoyed him.
He knew that as soon as the loud and obnoxious kids would sit near the back in a corner, this was obviously to try and hide the fact that they were on their mobile phones, but moving to the back actually did the opposite, it made you look even more suspicious.
Zack had noticed that whenever the girls entered the classroom, they would just sit together
You are UGLY ~“You are fat. You are ugly. Why don’t you kill yourself?”You are UGLY ~1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
The dark terror that is hidden in our community, we can see signs of it every day. And the affection this gives on a lot of people are not the results you would like to see. How would you like it if I came up to you and gave such “compliments”?
I’ve noticed in our community there are people bullying each other each day. I have friends that have been trying to end their lives. Cutting them, taking pills and even ropes. Why is my question?
I think a lot of this is fear and power. We don’t really care much for one another in this world, so I’ve noticed. There are of course the outcasts that treat each other with respect; it should be more of those. Instead of people that need power and create fear to feel mighty. Could there be reasons that they had been bullied from the past? Who knows, there are plenty of reasons for things to happen in this world, but I still don’t understand
Digging Deep (I) - TopsideDigging Deep (I) - Topside7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yuki stood alert, playing the role silent observer she was meant to be. Today, however, that role would prove to be a touch more hands-on than usual.
The aloof girl was joined by two of her companions; the meek and doe-eyed Mikuru and the boisterous bundle of energy that was Haruhi. Together, they had gathered at an outdoor café. That in itself wasn’t unusual; at least in this small circle. Neither were the bunny girl outfits – tight, form fitting black and red corsets with dark pantyhose, wrist cuffs, heels, cottontails and fake bunny ears complimenting it - that the brunette and auburn-haired girls sported. The biggest difference, this time, was that the interface found herself adorned in matching attire as well. The corset, heels and ears were white; a fitting match for her creamy pale skin, Haruhi had proclaimed earlier that day.
“We’ve been searching high and low for mysteries, but we keep coming up short! We need a new, aggres