Retrieve What has Been LostPt2Retrieve What has Been LostPt210 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The rusty coat of the she-wolf moved like a blur across the bridge that spanned the city river. The various colored lights of the city flew past her as she traveled again on her nightly trip into the darkened heart of one of the city's drearier vicinities. It was the City of Despair and she brought her normally cheerful self to run the city's streets on a regular basis to meet with an old friend that had been through hardships the she-wolf was unable to comprehend. Still, she felt it was up to her to aid her old friend in some way. Thoughts of his fallen state had been filling her mind more often recently and brought a cloud of despair over her own life. It was because of this new stress that her usual free moving gallop on her journey through the city had changed to a stiff and hurried run. She took mental note of this change as she neared her destination and questioned herself if, perhaps she was getting too involved in affairs that shouldn't be her concern. Before she could think an
Male!Reader x Pluto ~ DancingYou looked over to a white haired man and walked over to him. He was sitting in a corner watching the dancers with soft pleading eyes.Male!Reader x Pluto ~ Dancing2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Hey Pluto! You want to dance boy?” He looked at you and threw his arms around you, licking your face and whining happily. You grinned, pushing his face away from yours and leading him onto the floor. You took his hand and placed it on your waist. He was a slight bit taller that you. He blinked innocently as you as you took his other hand and put a hand on his shoulder. The music began, and couples began to swirl except for you and the demon-hound.
“You move like this, follow my lead now,” You stepped your right foot back. He looked down and stepped forward with his left. “Now to the side,” you stepped to your left and he copied you. “Now you go back,” you stepped forward with your left foot and his right went back. “And to the other side.” You stepped to the right.
“Got it boy?” He
Dragon SoulEveryone knows THAT oneDragon Soul1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Girl with eyes deep and sad
The one with a dragon inside
Please try not to make it mad
Anyone can see her pain
The dark eyes of sleepless nights
Feel the red and black marks
Of her night-time frights
No one sees past the "slut"
That she cuts to hide
Locks up her real beauty
Beauty that wells up inside
Everyone knows her father
That drunk and angry fool
And a whore-around mother
Noting but a tool
Anyone can see the tears
The cuts in her soft skin
Filling her heart with boyfriends
Knowing she'll never win
I can see the scars
Steal her away to family
To a home where she is free
Escaping the dragon, finally
Not Alone in the DarkYour eyes were almost plastered on the big screen on the main zeppelin of Millennium. Rip screamed in agony, her screams slowly turned into a whimpering as she was being sucked dry by the No-Life King himself, Alucard. Pet of Intergra Fairbook Wingates van Hellsing, head of the Hellsing organization.Not Alone in the Dark4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Slowly you averted your eyes from the screen and looked around the huge room. You were standing at the end of the row on the Major's left. Right next to Zorin who watched the screen with great fascination and curiosity.
Your eyes glided past the vampire and the Captain towards the Major, who held that creepy smile plastered on his face. On the Major's right stood the Doctor with a box in his hand and he slowly opened it.
"Stop." The Major raised his hand.
"The girl completed her mission. Completely. Perfectly." He paused for a moment. "I shall not have her burned."
The doctor almost seemed horrified as he slowly reclosed his box and muttered something.
A shiver ran down your spine as your
.today, a deep blue.1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
sky, i see the birds dive from
their branches, and swim
You Saved Me CielxReader Chapter 3That night you slept well. The bed was soft and the covers kept you warm. You were very thankful, however, that you didn't catch a cold for sleeping in the hallway such as that. Your voice was coming back and it sounded unfamiliar since you hadn't used it for a long time, so you tried not to speak when it wasn't necessary.You Saved Me CielxReader Chapter 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The next morning, you rose to the sound of birds chirping and the sun beating down on your skin. You flinched at first when opening your eyes, but relaxed and quickly basked in the warmth. The sun. How many years had it been since you'd seen it? A long time was for sure.
Thinking of that made your mind drift to other thoughts. How was your mother doing? Was she still alive? You could bet that she didn't think you were still alive. Though, if it were possible, you'd love to see her again.
Once you were fully awake, you rolled out of bed and put on a random dress from the nearby closet. It wasn't anything fancy, a simple red dress with white lace. You turned, closed th
You Saved Me. Ciel x Reader. 2You were taken to get a bath by a red haired maid that Ciel referred to as Mey-Rin. She was as clumsy maid, but you didn't give her much thought as you followed her to the washroom. You to busy thinking about the events of tonight. The rain that pattered down on the ceiling seemed to lull together with your thoughts. You couldn't tell what you were feeling, it was a new and awkward emotion. You were so use to feelings numb and empty that now, you didn't know what to do.You Saved Me. Ciel x Reader. 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Once you reached the washroom you sat in a nearby chair as the maid filled the nearby tub up with bathwater. "Would you like me to wash your back?" She asked you with a smile on her face, adjusting her glasses. You shook your head. She gave a nod and handed you a washcloth, then left the room.
Walking past the nearby sink, you noticed a mirror, and turned to it. What a sigh you were... Your hair wasn't horribly unkempt, but it wasn't tidy neither. Your eyes were different colors, one your natural (e/c) and the other was
You Saved Me CielxReader Chapter 4The next day you spent most of your time thinking. Why did Ciel take you in? He didn't seem like the giving or caring type, so why did he waste his time doing such a good deed? It just didn't seem to fit his character.You Saved Me CielxReader Chapter 43 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You didn't mean to sound ungrateful but what was your purpose here? It didn't make much sense. You were, basically, useless.
You pulled your knees into you chest. Did Ciel think of you as useless? For some reason the thought bothered you. You weren't exactly sure why, but it did. Since when did you develop a thought process to care what others think. Well it wasn't others, more just Ciel specifically. But why?
Groaning, you trudged out of your room and down into the grand hallway where the main entrance was. As you walked, you peaked out of one of the windows and was surprised to see a carriage parked in front of the manner. Curiosity got the best of you and you tip-toed quickly to the entrance. When you arrived Ciel was dressed up in fancier clothes than usual and you f
ConsumedI can get lostConsumed1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In the woods of a painting
I can slowly drown
In the words of a song
Why can't you save me?
It's been so, so long.
Retrieve What Has Been LostRetrieve What Has Been Lost10 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
The rusty, red wolf galloped through the city streets easily. She knew the way well for she had traveled this same path nearly every night. Her limbs moved easily and freely beneath her. Running was one of her favorite things. It was such an enjoyment for her that even the dreary hopelessness of the night's journey couldn't bring her down so long as she was in motion. She followed the familiar streets until she came to an old tavern. She slipped in the back, careful to avoid any people. Once in, she vaulted onto a high shelf and slipped into a dark hole in the wall above the shelf. A set of cheaply carpeted stairs rose in front of her. Without a break in movement, she leapt up the stairs, three, sometimes four at a time. The old stairs weren't very many to begin with and she was at the top within seconds. Here she hesitated outside an old door. The whole p
There Is HopeHope is no moreThere Is Hope1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Washed away with our belongings
It's all gone
Everything is, my child
It left nothing for us
We are truly alone.
Leave our home, we said
It did not listen
Our spirits are strong enough
People together can get through this
We prayed through it's shrieks
We thought it would work
Those people are dead
Heaps of decaying dreams
Left to rot on the pavement
Is all that is left of their existence
Embrace reality, child
Know that life is cruel
Accept it, you cannot change it
Vermillion splattered across our lands
Served as our sacrifice
For what, my child, I do not know
I was not prepared for this,
We were armed with knowing
It lied to us
Cold and naked in reality, child
It was our own special fantasy
We took life for granted
The most beautiful lie is our Earth, after all
Know that as a fact, my child
Now that is broke
Sleeping disorder"So... you experience difficulty sleeping?"Sleeping disorder2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
"Yes, that's because I'm never awake."
Would You Forget?I don't want to fall asleepWould You Forget?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I fear that sleep will erase my memories
My memories of you.
I also fear that tomorrow
You'll have forgotten about me.
Promise you won't forget.
i'm never careful enoughThe roads here wind in ways that I don't expect.i'm never careful enough4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sometimes, I think that dashed yellow line is the only thing that keeps me moving the right way. That keeps me going. Because one wrong move could send me barreling off the highway and the freefall feeling that would come next is not something I'm unfamiliar with. It's the same thing that happens every time I think of you. I can't get over how much this place reminds me of you. I can't get over how little room there is between full-fledged fear and being in love.
Sometimes, I think maybe they're the same thing.
I don't know what keeps bringing me back here. But I find myself coming here more and more when I can't sleep. When I can't stop thinking about you. I drive the same familiar routes. Thinking the same familiar thoughts. Going to the same familiar places. I keep retracing the paths we used to take, thinking that if I follow them back far enough, I'll figure out where we went wrong. The absence of you is familiar. Almost comforting.
You Saved Me. Ciel x Reader. 1You were sitting in darkness, your knees pulled into your chest and your arms wrapped loosely around them. Just like everyday. On occasion, the men in the white coats would come and blindfold you. They'd take you to a bright room and start poking around your body with sharp objects you couldn't see. When they first started to experiment on you, you screamed loudly, crying bloody murder. But now, there was just an unpleasant grunt or two. No benefit would come from you screaming. They'd just cram something into your mouth and you'd be stuck like that until they were finished.You Saved Me. Ciel x Reader. 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You were confined to this cell ever since your mother passed away seven years ago. You were thrown to the streets like garbage and some men captured you and threw you into this cell. At first you were sent to a man who was very overweight, blond hair and wore a smug grin. They sent you to him, and he would touch you. Not in ways that a parent would touch you or a friend. He touched you in a nasty, disgusting way. T
we're alone.i want to drive pulseswe're alone.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
into your fractured ribcage,
make my words resonate
in your hollow vessels;
heavy enough to sink even
the sturdiest of ships.
(and we both know you can't float.)
but inject me into your
choking streams, and i'll gladly show
you the meaning of 'alone'.
PerfectionBeing perfect is impossible.Perfection4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But being imperfect, is perfect in itself.
Scarlet River P1 The moon was a sliver in the sky, only dimly shining in a wintry night. Darkness clung to the snow-covered forest below. Deep shadows lay beneath the bare, black branches of a large forest. Through thick swathes of snow a kitten struggled forward. Her head barely cleared the surface of the white substance and she shivered in the cold, chilled to the bone. Her brown silver-striped coat was plastered to her sides, revealing a jutting ribcage. She had been running for many suns and moons now, clumsily teaching herself to hunt along the way, relying on instinct, and a darker resource...one that the kit tried hard to ignore.Scarlet River P11 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
She had long since lost her brothers and sister, and had been forced to run away alone, or risk sharing their fate. She would have chosen the latter, but she had made a promise, and this was what drove her forward.
She took another faltering step, her tiny paws numb. I have to get help. She thought faintly. Her next
Black Butler, Sebastian X ReaderI was in the middle of trying to get the bit in the mouth of the irritated horse when my name was called...loudly at that.Black Butler, Sebastian X Reader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What!?" i yelled impatiently.
"__(n)__!!! Mr. Sebastian wants you!" Finni yelled loudly as he ran towards the horse barn.
"I'll be right there." i said, hanging the halter on the hook and jogging over to the house....Mansion.
I was the newest servant to the Phantomhive family...Apparently the head of the house decided he needed a stable hand. I was suited for the job...not just the horse job. I used to be an undercover asassin. I was about to be hung...literally. I was on the platform. Rope hanging feet away. When the mysterious butler, dressed in black appeared and brought me back with him to the Phantomhive manor. I suspected things of course, i was naturally suspicous of the butler who could do almost any task given to him...but he saved me. So he couldnt be all bad. So i didnt accuse him.
The reason all the other servants were there...was to protect the young
if i knew what this meant, i'd tell you.I'm positive that you're still missing the point.if i knew what this meant, i'd tell you.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Your house is just over the hill and I keep gasping for breath like this is the first time I've ever been alone with you and my skin hasn't memorized the loops and whirls that your fingerprints make against the indents of my hipbones. Sometimes, I act like I've never met you before because I'm afraid of losing the excitement of falling in love. I once heard that everyone is just looking for the next big thing someone brighter and better than me. You've already started calling me "annie," because you got bored with my real name. I wonder if I should be scared. I wonder if I should be worried. I wonder why all my clothes still smell like you and why I'm counting off the minutes until I can see your face again. It's gotten impossible to know whether I'm telling this story backwards or forwards. We're all in the wrong order.
Every time I sit down to tell you my history, I realize that I'm always talking about things that didn't happe
When I think about you, I remember it all wrong.When I think of that first day, I will always remember the air as being too warm, and your clothes being wrinkled, your hair a complete mess. I remember how your nerves had your every sentence starting with “uhm” and how I hated indecisiveness and you couldn’t make up your mind, and I remember thinking I could do better without you. Now, I know that first impressions aren’t quite as important as they tell you every time you open that front door with your mismatched socks and complimentary sarcasm, armed with a crooked smile and bad grammar. Because if that were true, I would have said hello and goodbye in the same sentence. Hell, if that were true I never would have loved you.When I think about you, I remember it all wrong.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was September before you calmed down enough to look me in the eye when you were talking. My friends kept asking me why I wasting my time with you, but I knew there was something special hidden behind all your short sentences, wrapped inside the bundle of nerves that created you, that he