Finnceline- Capitulo especial 1/2Capitulo especial ½Finnceline- Capitulo especial 1/22 years ago in Romance More Like This
Era su primera cita.
Despues de todo lo sucedido, y aunque ya había pasado una semana desde que eran novios. No habían tenido una cita… una real.
Marceline se había arreglado de lo mejor. Paso toda la tarde buscando ese atuendo que hiciera que Finn se sintiera asombrado por su belleza. Paso otro rato de la tarde peinando su largo cabello, y aunque a ella no le gustara, maquillándose, claro, no exagerado, ya que ella sabia que Finn la quería por algo mas que su físico.
Al final se decidió por un vestido corto negro con tirantes, con un corpiño negro de lentejuelas, unas mallas de redecilla, y unos botines con tacon rojos, y una chaqueta de cuero.
Cuando estuvo lista espero a que fueran las 8:00 para esperar a que Finn llegara por ella… espero pacientemente los primeros 15 minutos, espero otros 10 minutos, y se empezaba a desesperar, para cuando paso la hora, Marceline se ha
Finnceline Capitulo 17 ~ De vuelta a la vidaFinnceline Capitulo 17 ~ De vuelta a la vida1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Finnceline Capitulo 17 ~ De vuelta a la vida
-Q-Que estoy que!!?? -Dice Marceline Furiosa
Bonnibel se quedo callada y se fue, mientras que Finn incomodo se sento a un lado de la cama de Marceline, Ella estaba asustada y se sentia algo debil, por lo que ni siquiera se podia levantar.Cuando ella estaba mirando a Finn aparecio la Dulce Princesa de un golpe y trajo un espejo para Marceline.
-Un espejo? de que sirve eso ahora!? -Dice Marceline aun molesta
-Calmate! mira... esto... te impactara.... -Bonnibel acerco el espejo
Marceline con el seño fruncido miro hacia el espejo que sostenia bonnibel en sus manos y ella pudo notar que se reflejaba en el espejo, cuando lo normal es que como es vampira no pudiese, pero habia algo que llamaba mas la atencion... el color grisaceo de su piel se habia llenado de vida y se habia convertido en un tono de piel delicado y un tono rojizo en sus mejillas, Ella se miro y quedo totalmente impresionada y cuando Finn vio su cara le dijo.
el comienzo de un amor capitulo 28 parte 2el comienzo de un amor capitulo 28 parte 22 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Los dos amantes caminaron hasta lo alto de una montaña donde conversaron y admiraron el inicio y el fin del dia que fue marcado por el atarecer del sol....
-Ho mi heroe no sabes lo mucho que me gustaria estar asi desde hace tiempo... dijo la vampira a finn quien estana sentado mirando la puesta el sol junto con su ser amado y abrazandose mutuamente.
-Daria lo que fuera por que este dia nunca ababara decia el chico tomando la mano de Marceline mientras ella tenia su cabeza en su hombro.
-Yo tambien mi heroe.... dijo la chica quien miraba con gran felicidad los ojos de finn quein seguia mirando algo melancolico pero feliz la puesta de sol.
Al terminar de dar luz los ultimos rayos del dia oscurecio y los dos amantes se aostaron juntos a contemplar las estrellas, era uno de los momentos que nunca olvidarian por ningun motivo, era el inicio de su vida como pareja por una inmortalidad.
-Marcy... dijo el chico algo melancolico mirando a las estrellas, Marceline voltio
BONNETS AND BOWS: A Guide to the Lolita PhenomenonWhat is lolita?BONNETS AND BOWS: A Guide to the Lolita Phenomenon2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Lolita is a street fashion subculture that began in Japan back in the 1980s, typified by frilly, crinoline-shaped dresses and a doll-like image.
In its early days, it was a vintage fashion trend in the Harajuku area of Tokyo, but like many fads, it died out (though it did inspire later styles like mori girl and dolly kei). Then, in the 90s, when Western gothic was making its mark on the Japanese underground scene, the seeds of the more familiar version of lolita were sown. Visual kei and rock bands as well as their fans were inspired by this new import, and that inspiration began to show in not just the music, but the fashions that accompanied the genre. This was the time when lolita not only got its name, but earned its status as a subculture rather than a mere trend.
Lolita owes its appearnce to the glamour and decadence of the Rococo era (with Marie Antoinette being something of a loli icon) and to the elegance and sophistication of Victorian dress and se
poetry of a little thing i've never felti adore like there's no tomorrowpoetry of a little thing i've never felt6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
because every next day
to this point has ended with me
lying alone in my bed,
staring at the ceiling
in a melancholic silence.
and i want to write poetry
about the way her hair
rests on my pillow
and her scent lingers
in the air
like the comforting warmth
of fireplaces aflame,
but i wouldn't know
how to quite write about that.
which, i guess,
is sort of the point.
MarBall Comic Script 1. (Draft)Page one:MarBall Comic Script 1. (Draft)2 years ago in Drama More Like This
(First panel has Candy Kingdom in the night time)
(Second panel zooms in on a lit window.)
(Third panel shows GB brushing his teeth, wearing the rock band T-shirt Marshall Lee gave him and red and white stripped boxers.)
GB: (singing happily, in a slightly dorky way) “Brush your teeth, brush them right, because horrors live in cavities, and they come out at night~!”
(Panel four: Hears a loud clatter in his room, GB jumps startled, turns around towards his door, and looks through the door, his eyes narrowed slightly in confusion, toothpaste dripping from his mouth)
(5th panel) GB: (GB is off panel and is calling from the bathroom, sounding confused/nervous) “Um…hello…?” (Can see the window is open and the curtains flowing in the breeze coming through the window)
(6th panel: GB walks out of the bathroom, his face clean, closes the window and sh
Sexone time at schoolSex1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was dancing down the hall,
and I was telling a friend of mine
about how virginity is not a flower,
but rather it is an orchard, bearing fruit
ripe enough to entice Eve
and as our mouths began to water a teacher stopped me
and told me that the words I spoke
were a sin to school halls,
and I told her that the true sin
was a teaching about how Christopher Columbus
a rapist and a murderer
was depicted as some sort of savior of
And of course that could not be so
what with moral absolutism
a rapist could not be a Messiah
a rapist could not be a hero and the teacher just looked at me,
"isn't it just sex?
sorryi am speechlesssorry1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i hate this part of me
because so many of you look for me
to make something pretty out of these sad words
but my hand writing is ugly
and I have nothing
to say but
Confessionsthere’s a lot I never told youConfessions2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
1. I have a habit of lying, about
the simple things (like, yes I
forgot to remember and I swear by
soul mates and I’m in love
with your susurrus voice
and no, I’m really doing fine).
It was not an act of infidelity because
I believed it, too.
2. I’m infatuated with the concept
that I am more or less fictional, the
delusive beauty a million men will
dedicate novels to: I am fragile,
a dust angel sent to save the world
from commonalities and
3. Since I’m not allowed
to remember your name
I will commemorate you
in acts of escapism,
killing off the pieces
of the person you left behind.
4. I believe in a past life
I was a bird with a tendency
towards tall buildings; the sorry kind
of bird with heavy bones and crumpled wings
who never quite learned
to fly away.
5. I miss you. I used to think
you were a person, but now I know
you’re the happiness I will never
6. I'm sorry.
Heavenly FatherOnly Jesus gives HimHeavenly Father2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ties for Father's Day.
The Last GiftGod traces the letters on tombstones, fondlyThe Last Gift10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
remembering the deceased’s first steps
into His house. When He closed
the gates of Eden, the whole world
became a cemetery: the untouched garden
a hospital waiting room, overflowing
with flowers to be arranged
upon funeral wreaths, waiting for Him
to bestow His last gift.
My Last SonataWe will meet again in Osaka,My Last Sonata1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
underneath the raining petals,
and I will play my last sonata.
I hold your hand like a fermata,
your grip a handshake, mine too gentle.
We will meet again in Osaka,
Japan, the final act in our tragic opera.
All my demons have been wrestled,
and I will play my last sonata
from Saigon rooftops to Nevada
deserts, with naught but love to peddle.
We will meet again in Osaka,
you with a hard heart and me an armada
of barely-summoned mettle
and I will play my last sonata,
bleeding from me like stigmata,
a tender heart against your nettle.
We will meet again in Osaka
and I will play my last sonata.
heretic.admired & afar,heretic.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
his beauty became a childlike caricature
of his defiantly devious demeanour.
euphoric ecstasy found its feathers, flying him
'til gravity grounded gushes of his history on my helpless hips,
his insanity insistent on injecting juvenile judgments into my kingdom,
killing love & leaving lust,
as malleable memories manoeuvre my mind
near never-ending nausea.
oh, other-worldly oppression,
please place me at peace!
a qualm quickens the riot rising in the rosebud refuge of my ribcage,
sand spreading through the time-glass
underneath the vile vagrant with wicked wings,
wanting water in xerarch.
yes, i yowl, yes
Cliches I Have Datedi.Cliches I Have Dated1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Anna collected stardust
like pennies, except
pennies are worth something.
Claire had ink
running through her veins; dead,
from an unsterilized needle.
Robin had birdbones
strung together on windchimes.
Sarah’s eyes were always
to the sky, and never
Lizbeth took my breath away
with every punch to the stomach.
Rosalie had too many things
in her ribcage; emotional adrenaline
triggered her arrhythmia.
Emily left me
for a boy with starrier freckles.
I am one cat away
from a stereotype, or one girl
closer to a happy ending.
A Hot Cold WarHe hated that man.A Hot Cold War6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hated him with a cold icy hate that never thawed.
He hated how that man could enter a room. Everyone would stop and turn to that man. Like those oh so precious sunflowers, they would focus on that man.
He hated how that man would glare at him with plasma-blue eyes that burned with an inner fire. That burning glower that made him forget, if only for a moment, the harshness of winter.
He hated that man.
Hated him with a passion as hot as the deserts in his lands.
He hated how that man could enter a room. His very presence could freeze the marrow of those terrifying ghosts, but instead froze the marrow of the living.
He hated how that man would stare at him with those cold violet eyes that hinted at cracks in glacial ice. That cold smile that was anything but friendly, but made him remember when the cold wasnt so bad.
I still love you like a puppy, and its sickeningwon't I alwaysI still love you like a puppy, and its sickening1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
be so happy
to waste my last
12% of battery on you,
even if I end up biking
home alone for
a few miles
I'll know that you
are blind to the fact
that you have me wrapped around
your fucking fingers
and I'll just text you all
of the time, waiting
for you to realize that
I would do anything you say.
now bare with me
because I am so unfaithfully excited for you
to reply and say something like
"tell me the truth"
this way I can have a chance to say
"i'd really like to date you,
and hold your hand this time"
before you can think
"maybe we're just friends"
Six lessons on love.One. Sometimes love will move so slowlySix lessons on love.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you will stop waiting for its arrival. You will become an
open bar and you will be drained and drained until one
day you open the door to let last night out and love has
left a calling card on the doormat.
Be patient. Let love come to you piece by piece
until you are full to the brim with it.
Two. Some days it will feel
like love has come for you with a wildfire
at its heels. Let it come; you were
meant to burn brighter than any sun or
star we care to name.
Three. Growing back after burning down
is a sign to leave old loves behind. Let them
go kindly. Wrap them up in tissue paper and
ribbon and give them a kiss goodbye. Be gentle but
Do not use maybe. Do not look back.
Four. Love can hurt and you will let it
because you are in love. It will spit venom and
throw fists until you stand up and throw
Be strong, letting love go is not
Five. Love will sometimes be too much.
It will let y
confessionalthey say sad girls change their hair colorconfessional2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and forgive their monsters.
i change my morals
and become one.
The True Story of the Pride FlagI satThe True Story of the Pride Flag2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through the Window
Blue on the top,
Purple in the middle,
Pink at the bottom.
It was a
Bisexual Pride Flag
He was holding it
But I knew what He
to tell me.
He was telling me
Who I Love
is not a sin
I shouldn’t be
I saw it
It was a sign
That the Lord
vacation artifact."Last summer I took my cell phone to the beach,"vacation artifact.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
"and the ocean drenched it.
It hasn't worked since then."
She's messy, truly,
a dead battery,
a gauge hovering on empty.
I tell her to call the phone company,
get a back up or refund or some other nonsense.
(her lips didn't move).
For a moment I think
she's going to push me away again,
film up like ankle-cutting sea glass.
"I can't replace it.
I'll lose the last text message
he ever sent me."
I fall quiet because I know.
Today I see the cell phone,
wallflower clippingsthere's scar tissue in her throat,wallflower clippings2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
swollen around the words she never said;
dark rings around her eyes
like planets unremembered, and
a staleness to her touch,
the crystalline Dead Sea.
she's living like a story
that's already been told
"if no one loved you
would you mean anything at all?"
in that moment,
we forget to exist.
Sea IceGlacial features turn their eyesSea Ice8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
upon me, trying to freeze me in place;
and tongued, you leave me
defenseless on creaking ice, thin
enough to see the gutted
ships that braved your shores.
I've jettisoned everything
that could sink me, sailing
your seas without an anchor,
blindly navigating the drift ice
moat with no northwest passage.
Just your voice howling across the distance
and my heart burning in my breast;
like Prometheus, I'm bringing fire
to your arctic kingdom, thawing permafrost
to find the beating heart no soul
has ever touched.
Grave Robber's DowagerThe people of this town were just waiting to die. That was Maggie’s favourite thing about it, there was always business. Her husband used to go out at night and dig up someone who wouldn’t be missed. He’d have the body on the table in the basement before midnight. Maggie would strip the corpse of its clothing and its valuables. The clothes would be washed and resold, the valuables pawned off or kept depending on her mood.Grave Robber's Dowager1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her husband would clean the body up and just as the very first rays of light were creeping over the horizon, a man with a cart would come by and take them away. It was a good living. Maggie and her husband were comfortable and proud of having such an efficient business.
Normally, the work never got to Maggie, but every so often she would buy a candle or a leather purse and wonder if it was someone she knew. That was silly of course, but every time it happened she couldn’t shake the feeling of ghosts hanging around her for days. Her husband unde
godspeedi keep seeinggodspeed10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
dead pigeons on the sidewalk
on my way to your house,
and it makes me think
we were born to die.
your mother told you
she wanted to raise a black bird,
glossed and delusional
and fell in love with a scarecrow.
your eyes were arrows
and they collided recklessly with me,
changing my direction.
you weren't afraid to give love
and take it away.
just as the brisk winds
were not afraid to steal the carbon
right out of our lungs.
i will fly this time,
faster than the pigeons that fall out of
and i have faith
that only you will keep up with me.