The Switch Remains ON.[Endgame spoiler warning]The Switch Remains ON.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He was still in the basement when the Judge found him.
He wore that old feline-like mask again, the eerie fanged grin stretched over the white cloth despite his defeated posture. Zacharie looked up as the little cat trotted down the stairs. He raised a hand, the bulky sleeve of his sweater sliding down an inch, and crooked his fingers in a feeble greeting: "Miaou."
The Judge's tail swished contemplatively. "I must admit, my insatiable tradesman, I had altogether forgotten you were still hereabouts with me," the cat chattered through his perpetually grinning lips. "I would have assumed that the malignant Batter would have ensured your demise as well."
"Heh heh." Zacharie scratched the back of his neck. "Why would he? I'm the invaluable game items merchant. I was the one enabling him to continue on his sacred quest." He leaned back against the wall of the basement with a sigh.
The Judge hissed, the fur along his back bristling up as h
How stupidHow stupid us humans are.How stupid3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So many people died because of too much food.
But there's so many people died because of hunger.
So many trees are cut down for paper.
And yet those paper are used for such useless things.
How stupid us humans are.
So many people are actually smart.
But nobody want's to educate them.
So many land are dug for mines.
But only to satisfy their self's.
How stupid us humans are.
So many people payed so much for education.
And yet they refuse to use them.
So many people know the consequences.
But everyone still does what caused it.
Only in silence.
Watching this world.
Being destroyed by it's own people.
tree housei dug your grave in the silhouettetree house4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of an aspen tree and cradled your dead branches
in my arms. i don't believe in heaven, i told you once
in the afterglow of winter,
only hell, the endless stillborn beat of
the mothership, and where we go when we leave it.
i am satisfied just to float with you like driftwood
love me for each limb you said, because
you needed more time so i bought you a book
about elephants. you left it at my house and borrowed
Dante's Inferno. left the shelves in my bedroom loose like
baby teeth and left a silence so loud it took december just to try and fill it
planting birdseed in the frozen topsoil like
hollow bones i
guess i could have loved you for
your leaves but instead i said baby, be an evergreen
on a mountainside so i can always find you you said
baby, wait a little longer, i can't promise you a future
cause i can't promise one for myself but let's
bury our lovers beneath grocery bags and
talk until daybreak.
i dreamed your eyelids were hills
All I gave you was neglect.I am staring at your pictures, reading some heartbrokenAll I gave you was neglect.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and tough girl words that you post, and all I
can really say is that I love you and miss you;
you ignore my messages, and I can't blame you when
all I gave you was neglect, but we were
different people then. Today, I'm a broken girl, too;
really, I was yesterday, but I couldn't admit it yet, and
now that I can, I just want to remind you that
your pain is not unique, not to make you feel bad,
but just so that you can remember the love and devotion
that two girls with broken pieces form, and
that I love you. And miss you. I will trade conversations
for snatched information from facebook statuses,
but I will never accept that this is what we've become.
palm readingsi exist in the city limits because i want the wind to make me frail.palm readings2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fragile like a ghost,
a sorry sin i promise to abstain but inevitably commit.
my bus fare is a kick down memory lane.
i walk instead.
he told me i spun words that dissolved on the tongue
before he even had the chance to taste them.
he called me sugar like a midday ritual,
dressed me in compliments more fit for kings than commoners.
i turned complacent; comforted by new beginnings
and frightened by sudden endings.
my mother never taught me how to avoid heartache.
she only told me that my heart was a gold mine
and i should never let fake jewelry lay over it.
once, out of spite, i showed her my palms and asked what she saw.
she told me that in this world full of practice, there was no time for games.
when i showed him, he said that i am overworked.
now, it is the purgatory between autumn and winter that sinks my guts.
the waiting room lacks couches and candle scents.
the smiles are either plastic or
BirdcageBirdcage3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A bird locked in a secret cage,
Broken wings, no escape.
Fingers are intertwined,
A stranger’s face is looking into mine.
Break the lock, destroy the delusion
Shatter these images, this painful illusion.
Look beyond the smoke and mirrors
Look for me behind the tears.
Piece together, all the broken things
Patch up my broken wings.
Two hearts are intertwined,
A familiar face looks into mine.
A bird, free from the cage,
I have found my escape.
LoveLLove2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lust, for the touch,
to be held in his arms like fabric lace,
kiss in the lips with a bruising embrace,
not like you see on the screen,
where the kiss in the rain is foreseen,
but a spur of the moment when the passion gets too deep,
and I find the ground no longer under my feet.
He’d grab my shoulders and take my lips,
and for his breath I’d take small sips,
his lips would travel down my neck,
and through my hair his fingers caress,
my lashes flutter against his cheek,
and I’d fight to stand as my knees grow weak,
I’d open my eyes to find his still closed,
my heart on my sleeve, my soul exposed.
Out of love,
out of time,
spitting out this God awful rhythms
hearing everyone preach of affection,
like some serotonin chemical addiction,
for when in love it’s just a connection,
pheromones, dopamine, norepinephrine,
a stimulation of the brain’s pleasure center,
for this love I am just a renter,
yet for the chance, I’d throw do my gauntlet
Personal ErosionPerspective bends and morals breakPersonal Erosion5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every person has their price
Silken ribbons wrap a sweet mistake
It hurts too much to think twice
Looking back on mistakes may bring pain
With our hearts we are too passive
Poorly thought our choices leave a stain
Dormant impact will be massive
Every scarred pretender wears a mask
Many live their sweet illusion
Is using our heads too much to ask
Why settle for this delusion
Peer pressure coins purchase our views
But are these choices what we seek
It's become too hard for us to choose
Who can afford to be unique
The most dangerous game starts in the morning
And doesn't stop until we sleep
When disaster strikes there is no warning
So use your head before you dive deep
I KnowI know the answer to your questionsI Know5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know the secrets that you hide
I know the silent fears that stalk you
I know what fills you with pride.
I know everything that you love
I know all that you hate
I know exactly what you're thinking
(and, actually, I can relate.)
I know everything
there is to know
because I'm always
.i feel nothing.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
nothing takes its perch on my
arm in the morning
talons poking holes through
my tissue paper skin,
sits with me for breakfast
i see nothing in the mirror,
a dead-eyed frowning thing
nothing gives me a kiss goodbye and
says it will be here when
i get back
Chapter 3: CottoneseThe Demoni ran at Butter who stood her ground, bracing herself for impact. She planted her boots into the ground as the taller, stronger intruder crashed into her. Grabbing Butter's dress, the demon cat slammed her into the tree, causing a shower of leaves to fall over them as some birds squawked in annoyance, fleeing from their nests. Butter's lips curved up, baring her teeth as she puffed out her tail in animosity. She extended her claws and raised her arm, slicing across the Demoni's shoulder as a yelp escaped the demon cats' lips. Butter seized this opportunity, using the tree for leverage as she kicked her foot out and slammed it into the Demoni's stomach, flinging her into the dirt. The Demoni let out a hiss before bolting upwards and sprinting at Butter. Butter's cat-like instincts took over as the flame point jumped into the air right over the demon cat, whose momentum resulted in slamming face-first into the tree.Chapter 3: Cottonese3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Butter summersaulted and landed gracefully on her feet as the D
Caught Snooping-1000 Views GiD Note: Alright, so I have hit 1,000 page views! Here is the story that I promised. When I added up the voting totals, however, two of the stories tied. (no pun intended). I wrote the first one for 1,000 views, but I will write the second one when I reach my next goal...if I reach my next goal. I hope you enjoy these two ignorant sleuths in their captivity. ~VCaught Snooping-1000 Views GiD6 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
Kieran raked one hand through his sandy brown hair as he looked over at his boyfriend. Nick was shorter than Kieran, but only by an inch or two, but he had a stronger build than the tall, skinny 17 year old. Nick and Kieran had only been dating for two weeks and both were still wary of their relationship. Nick was a soccer player, freshly out of the closet and hesitant in his first real relationship with another male while Kieran, decided homosexual since the age of 12, had only a couple of months earlier gotten out of a bad, verbally abusive relationship.
Hey. Kieran reached over towards Nick, slipping his hand
Hal (ReaderXHal)“I mean, yes and no.” You shook your head, unable to keep the smile off your face. “You may have started out as a copy of him, but you developed from your own experiences—learning from his mistakes and yours.”Hal (ReaderXHal)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Technically speaking, there weren’t mistakes; they were all calculated. The words appeared on the computer screen in front of you, responding to your voice.
“True, but he didn’t make those same choices so you got both results under your belt.” You nodded, affirming your own thoughts as you flipped through the playlist of music that he had sent you. “Not bad. Some of these are kind of cool.”
Being a copy of a cool kid tends to have that effect.
“Is there data on that?”
He had tried to copy himself about seven times before. Each of them were cool. So the data is 100%.
“So what went wrong when he made you?” You asked with a coy smirk as you turned the volume up slightly,
Barren Warren- Ch 2Chapter 2- No, i'm still alive!Barren Warren- Ch 23 years ago in Drama More Like This
Potential yaoi if you want to squint. I don't own Rise of the Guardians, and make no money off this.
Morning at North's workshop was much like every day during winter this far north- dark and awkwardly feeling around the room for a light. North hadn't bothered to move the pair of Pookas after they had bedded down for the evening (well, if one could consider one in the morning evening), but was kind enough to mention that his guest room was prepared if they'd like to rest in a more private accommodations this evening. Bunnymund had politely declined, citing that he needed to get Jack to a warmer climate if he was going to learn how to use his feet and body properly. North smiled at the grey Pooka, and clapped him on the shoulder like an old friend before Jack sluggishly dragged his feet into the room.
"Jack Frost!" North proclaimed as the Pooka rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Bunnymund tried to ignore that little fluttering
It Doesnt Fit MeIt Doesn't Fit Me.It Doesnt Fit Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't feel comfortable in it.
I'm not sure if it's me.
There's a mark on mine.
Mine is about two sizes too big.
Why is mine so small?
This colour doesn't suit me at all.
I wish it were longer.
It doesn't fit me in the waist.
Why is there so much excess material?
Mines a bit loose on the hips.
I can't breathe in it.
It just doesn't feel right.
Who ever designed this is blind.
How am I supposed to get a date in this?
However this is one item you cannot return,
No matter how much money you earn.
It is the material you are born with,
So try not to detest or resist.
There is no twenty-eight day return policy.
You must learn to love the fabric you are in with honesty.
Accept the image that is reflected in the mirror.
And maybe then he or she will take you out to dinner.
To be a writerYou taste like decaying leavesTo be a writer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and October's bad habits-
when it’s halfway through February
that still haunts these bones.
I have allowed you to
claw your love
into my arms
and chant into my
for much too long.
I wish I was one of those girls
who could say wild flowers
grow up through my nooks
and my crannies just to tear
through my skin, screaming.
I’m just that dead eyed deer
on the side of the road dreaming
of shoving a pen down my throat
and writing these verses inside out.
I am no scribe, prophet, or spell caster.
I know it.
My skin knows it.
My pen knows it too.
Years and years
my mind will dwell
on the way your fingers
chain linked between my ribs
and shook my
to be a writer
is to be a masochist,
and I refuse to get off
on the pain anymore.
Hanging SkeletonsDo not talk aboutHanging Skeletons2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hanging in your closet--
are nothing to be afraid of.
Prop open the door
and talk to them--
the answers you seek
in their silence.
Lonely Child (Poetry)Lonely Child (Poetry)3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A lonely child,
Trapped within the icy irises
Of an unblinking reality;
Witnessed, spoken of
And yet somehow never quite
Upon the swing in the
Park; it emits creaking akin
To sneers every time she
Lunges forward. The
Rusty chain begs to break
A lonely child,
Undeserving of that last piece
Of birthday cake. The other children
Cachinnate and she dwindles, as
Empty as their dirty plastic
To her stray animals,
Locking them in her embrace
And sobbing into gritty black fur;
‘You are just like me’. It so happens
That road-kill has now become her
A lonely child,
Seated somewhere at the back
Of the class, beneath dusty, peeling
Posters. The teacher calls the roster and
Her name is bygone; ‘Haha!’, he
The train, seeking closing doors;
Everyone else has climbed inside comfortably.
Unseen as if she is a shadow thrown
Insomniai) insomnia.Insomnia2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
diagnosed by the doctor who smelt of beer and stale sweat.
when you told your friends they shrugged and said
"everyone has it,"
and so when they spent the night and you lay awake
you assumed that their silent sleeping was simply caused by them being in a different house.
your sheets are stained with the nightmares you couldn't wake up from
after you took the pills the doctor gave you to sleep.
when you woke up in the morning and the thought of school sent you into panic attacks.
you are a better ghost than you are a human being,
noticed when you began tearing at the skin around your nails
and obsessively organising your books on the desk.
she says she thinks it is just your mind letting society in,
but i cannot breathe in shopping centres,
and i spend concerts planning escape routes in case someone were to have a gun.
rediagnosed by teachers as lazy,
and by lovers as too tired.
an umbrella term you are learning means wanting to step in front o
Bullied!PrussiaXReader: Celestial MeetingBullied!PrussiaXReader: Celestial Meeting2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
An ashen haired student of Gakuen Hetalia, Gilbert Beischmidt, trudged home after another day. He internally and physically felt exhausted from keeping his ears immune from nasty whispers and dodging deliberate shoves. A pale hand ran over his pure tresses, he tried to feel good by sporting an egotistic mien but it just gave them all the more reason to pick on him. He tried smirking proudly as if it was nothing but inside he was insecure, resentful…angry.
On a whim, Gilbert remembered his little brother and a smile made its way to his grim mouth. Ah, yes Ludwig Beilschmidt, his cute little bruder, the small blonde German whose face, ever since the age of five, betrayed any emotion other than frustration or agitation. Even so, his little brother was the only one he lived on for. Vati was a drunkard which is why Mutter left and Gilbert did his very best to protect his brother from abuse. He encouraged Ludwig though he was often compared as an angel to a devilish olde
If I Were HimIf I were himIf I Were Him3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would give you everything.
I wouldn't settle for anything less than excellence,
Grinding these brittle bones to dust
If only for your happiness.
I would give you spring in winter,
Vases upon vases of rich exotic flowers-
Surrounding you with the beauty I know you deserve.
I would write you letters everyday,
Reminding you of your complete perfection
And my undying love-
With only the richest of red ink.
I would build your dream house,
Layering brick upon brick
And Plank upon plank
Blistering these fingers,
And relishing in the hollow pain
Knowing that I had made you smile.
I would capture the stars
I would lasso the moon
I would give you the world
If only I were him.
A Mark on the WorldHi there, I'm Mark.A Mark on the World2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One of many.
It's a pretty common name, despite it not being the most common one, that is. The names comes from, if one is to believe a quick search on your Internet search engine, that Mark is a common male first name, derived from old Latin "Mart-kos", meaning "consecrated to the god Mars". Other meanings include "God of war" and even "to be warlike". Marcus, the Latin equivalent, was one of the three most common given names in Ancient Rome. It also told me to see Roman given names, but I didn't. Didn't feel like it. It means 'hammer' in Latin, apparently. And 'warring' in Swedish. Also, 'polite; shining' in Biblical terms.
I never felt like either, to be honest.
Only like a Mark.
There have been many 'Marks' throughout History. Saint Mark, patron saint of Venice, was the author of the second Gospel in the New Testament. Mark Zukerberg, who, as practically everyone knows in developed countries, founde