UnacceptableDearest brother has been acting strange since mother Princess’s last visit. I am not sure what to think of this. We’ve always done things together but he spends a great deal of time in the dungeons, staring at the reconditioning chamber. There’s no one to recondition; we’re all lemons and therefore perfectly acceptable. Normally, I can tell what he’s thinking because it’s always been what I’m thinking. But not recently. I find this unacceptable. Mother Princess made me to be his friend and brother. We’re exactly alike. So…maybe it is me who has changed…maybe…maybe I am unacceptable?Unacceptable1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Hnn. I don’t like this. Some days he is his usual self. We scream a lot and try to get the boys to build new rooms and make clothes. They’re trying…but they are…simple. I wonder sometimes if we got the formulae wrong. Brother sometimes yells at them unduly. They are starting to come to me more of
Dear My Guardian AngelDear My Guardian Angel2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dear My Guardian Angel
I was born with an invisible noose, and as I got older it got tighter
I kept looking for the perfect opportunity to drop, it's either now or never
Dear Heaven / Dear Hell / I am my own executioner!
Every night, I lay awake, starring down a loaded barrel of a gun
Aimed at my tempting skull, and the trigger is ready to go off
Dear God / Dear Lucifer / I am not that promising child I once was!
I've always stood on the edge of my life with adrenaline-fueled anxiety
That corruption coursed through, and took over, it's too late already
Dear Paradise / Dear Purgatory / You need to wait a little longer, and wait patiently!
I'm such a cowardice fool; sick and hysterical; I can't decide anything for myself
I'm abandoned; I'm a cast away; I am the last forsaken, and I no longer have a way out
Dear Friends / Dear Enemies / I'm sorry, but neither of you can help!
I tried everything in my power to change, but t
Stolen StardustI walked around the Milky Way.Stolen Stardust1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I returned,
I left trails of stardust,
Across the kitchen floor.
On my shoes,
When I took my walk.
Should I replace them,
Repair what I've done,
Or do I keep them,
And become a star?
ArtArt.Art2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
The world is your canvas.
Society is your paint brush.
The people are your choice of colours.
What kind of picture would you paint?
How would it differ from the image that is currently on show?
Would you go mad and rid yourself from all forms of restraint?
Just how far down the rabbit hole are you willing to go?
I ask because every portrait I create,
Is inspired by what is already in front of me.
So is it possible to even recreate,
Anything that the mind is not able to see.
The picture will always be the same
Because this life is all we know.
Where there is compassion there must be pain
Because it us who made it so.
TG Curse 3Chapter 3: The Werebunny StrikesTG Curse 35 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Eve of Friday, April 13
Veronica was leaving school for the day, but she couldn't help thinking about her strange encounter in the bathroom. She had walked in on some brunette chick checking herself out in the mirror. Perfectly normal, of course. The weird part was when the girl saw her, she screamed like she was getting murdered and bolted out the door. That had led to some awkward encounters with school authorities the following hour.
Something else was off, she thought to herself as she grabbed her belongings from the locker room. The truth is, Veronica hadn't needed to use the restroom when she went in. She had seen some punk Junior boy sneak into the ladies room. She wanted to teach the boy a lesson, so she was going to go in and embarrass the hell out of him. Maybe even a little bit of goodnatured blackmailing. She smiled at the thought of it. But even after the craz
ScytheThe silence sat sobbing singing sad songsScythe1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Swiftly swiping thoughts as they sway
Said she saw something slither with sails
slowly,and as slyly as a snake or a snail
Ceiling fans face forces fastened with fears
The swift sway feeds fright to the ears
Softly the thought finally fades
Falling with freedom in several shades
Forcefully it fights a fate fueled by few
Quickly it cut the cowards in cubes
The courageous cry
and then they die too
saving the lives of people like you.
PrussiaxReader - Treason Part 2The bitter cold seeped through the wool of his coat as he pushed open the gate to the shabby little cemetery. It squealed on rusty, half-frozen hinges, but gave way as he shouldered it aside. The bells and sculpted angels from an earlier era were blanketed with snow, the gravestones and the path totally obscured from view, but Gilbert hardly needed to see it to walk the cracked paving stones. He wound his way past the plots and half-sunken mausoleums to the furthest corner of the graveyard, where a sparse wood bordered the iron curlicues of the fence. He counted the trees outside the fence out of habit, his boots stopping him in front of the correct trunk without him being truly conscious of it. He stared down at the little grave in front of him, stepping up to the headstone and sweeping the ice from its surface with the toe of his boot. He crouched in front of it, setting the bouquet of flowers down gently in the snow.PrussiaxReader - Treason Part 22 years ago in Drama More Like This
“Your favorites, Sch
Drummer BoyI met Sam as an afterthought. He was a drummer in a rock band, if one could call a bunch of guys in a basement with a randomly-generated name a rock band. They could have been called Mystic Cargo or Voodoo Syndrome or Dairy Shelf, for all I knew. What I did know was that I had my first gig in a couple of weeks and that I needed a band to back me up. As a high school student with no connections, I didn’t have much choice. As a trio with a number of original songs and nowhere to play them, neither did they.Drummer Boy10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
As a drummer, Sam defied all stereotypes. His hair was long, curling upward and outward like a helmet, and he wore glasses that were always falling off the tip of his nose by the end of a song. Most surprising to me was his composure. He didn’t have that indefatigable energy found in a stereotypical drummer, the kind you see on TV who smash their head against the air as if it were solid. Sam’s head shook when he played, yes; but it was a slinky instead of a hammer, b
:: Cute Disappointment ::"I finally waited for you...:: Cute Disappointment ::9 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You Destroyed MeYou Destroyed MeYou Destroyed Me1 year ago in Horror More Like This
Main Theme- Diabolic Clockwork by Two Steps from Hell
CRUNCH! RIP! TEAR! Lemonsoft hears this while the left side of his face is eaten by Lemongrab. Pain did not register into poor Lemonsoft’s mind first. Instead, he thought about how Lemongrab loved to start his kisses there before working his way to Lemonsoft’s mouth. Lemongrab then slaps Lemonsweet’s cardboard room down onto the floor. He slams Lemonsoft on the wooden table with enough power to knock the air and fight out of the unfortunate Earl. Lemongrab, as his namesake entails, grabs Lemonsoft’s feet and devours them like he did with Lemonsoft’s face. Yet again, Lemonsoft is not thinking about the agonizing pain that is radiating from his legs, but he is in agony. He thinks about Lemongrab gently caressed the sides of his legs when it was their first time together. CRUNCH! RIP! TEAR! Lemonsoft hears this while the rest of his legs are eaten by the Earl that he l
HoodiexReader part 9 TalkingYou glared at ‘No Name’ as you approached him. He raised a brow at you. You folded your arms once you got to him.HoodiexReader part 9 Talking1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“What’s wrong with you?” He said leaning on the wall. You rolled your eyes.
“What wrong with me? What’s wrong with you?!”
“PMSing much…” He coughed out. You punched him in the arm.
“I am not! Why are staring at me like a stalker?!”
“I’m not Baby.”
“And can you stop call me that! I’m not a baby! I’m nowhere near that!”
“I’ll stop calling you that as soon as you stop calling me No Name.”
“You never gave me your name.”
“I’ll give it to you after school when we hang out again.”
“Who said we’re going to?”
“You don’t make the decisions in this relationship!” You shouted before covering your mouth. You face was turning bright red. ‘No Name’
Apart from loveThey say they never workApart from love9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
But we will let them know
It’s hard enough being alone
But it’s even harder without each other
Because, even though you’ve left my side
I can still hear you cry
Fear that brings all the doubts and lies
Forgive me please if I can’t show you my love from so far
Your heart and mine,
They’re fragile by the tides
We’re bleeding and bleeding
With nowhere to hide
We’ve got no home,
When we’re set so apart
Lessons Learned in a Big Ol' Dress Iris stepped out onto the stone balcony, the one she’d dreamed up for this moment. With a sigh, she ran her silk-gloved hands along the ivory railing and looked out across the moonlit grounds, her colossal dress trailing out behind her. This was it. The stage was set, she knew her lines. This was her moment.Lessons Learned in a Big Ol' Dress10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
But it just didn’t feel right.
For the life of her she didn’t know why. After all, it was she who’d dreamed up this world in the first place, she who’d created its vast landscapes, the bustling cities beyond them, and the people that existed in and in between. This was her story, her dream world! So why did she feel so gosh darn unhappy?
For the billionth time that evening, Iris thought of the friends she’d made here these last few weeks. She thought of the Twixt brothers, expert thieves and incessant quarrelers, they’d charmed the socks off of her as easily as they could’
Prussia x Reader - Lost in Leipzig (Chapter Two)Lost in Leipzig Chapter TwoPrussia x Reader - Lost in Leipzig (Chapter Two)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Prussia x Reader
The next morning, the alarm clock blared right next to your ear, and you groggily reached over to shut it off. Sitting up, you yawned, opening your eyes and rubbing the tiredness out of them. You weren't used to the major time change yet, and not being able to sleep well thinking about him didn't help much, either. Once again, for the millionth time, last night all came rushing back to you, the wonderful memories flashing like pictures in front of your eyes. You could still feel on your cheek where he had kissed you, and the rush that had come with it.
You got up from the bed, walking over to your backpack, which you had lazily thrown on the floor right before you had gone to bed. You unzipped it, and found a pair of clothes that would do for the day.
Sliding your bare feet across the fuzzy gray carpet to the bathroom, you switched on the light and closed the door. The sink was lined with a gleaming, coal-colored
Germany x Reader: Disco Pogo...Germany x Reader: Disco Pogo3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You complained as the music blasted all over the house, which made you feel distasteful. Because Gilbert is the DJ and he doesn't bother to take notice to anybody who requested him for a different artist. More likely, he was picky towards music artists.
So, you marched towards the bar instead and took a seat for a peace's moment. You raised your hand to order a glass of Guinness beer. You sighed as the music had already deafened you as it can be heard from miles away. You took a sip of beer. But suddenly, you heard loud footsteps, coming from behind you. The person took a seat next to you and ordered for a pint of Oettinger. You glanced to take a pinch of the mysterious man.
Almost fluttered by his looks, 'H-he looks... Attractive and psychically strong' you thought. He faced you and asked "U-um... Hallo, do you enjoy this outrageous party?" He was nervous. You faced him, making a eye contact "Hm, well... Not really, it was way too boisterous for me..." "Me too... My name is Ludwig
First friend, first loveI’ve been sitting alone for so longFirst friend, first love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I’ve forgotten the meaning of "friend"
But just when I started to think I don’t belong
You became a person that I could befriend
But as time passed along, you seemed like more to me
My heart would grow warm, every time we’d speak
But I just don’t know if we could ever be
But I’ll take the first step, to start something unique
Mutinous Affairs [Pirate!Spain x Reader]The man and young woman sit side by side on the creaky wooden bench. They are close to one another; the kind of close that exhibits the desire to be even closer, yet neither wish to risk it. The moon is high and the sea is calm. The ship rocks amongst the waves like a baby in a cradle, and not a sound can be heard.Mutinous Affairs [Pirate!Spain x Reader]2 years ago in Drama More Like This
The man gazes calmly at the dark expanse of sea that spreads out from under the ship like a velvet handkerchief of rippling waves. His green eyes are fixated on the even darker horizon that disappears softly into the water; it is still an hour or so before the sun replaces the moon’s gentle light. His lips are pursed, as if words are being held back, and every so often he adjusts the red coat around him. His brown hair is almost entirely concealed beneath a similarly colored hat, making him look as if he is decked in blood.
The young woman stares at her hands. Her (e/c) eyes do not move from her pale, calloused fingers. The messy, carefree wave of (h/c) hair obscures m
Because I Forget Some broken heartsBecause I Forget2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Will love again,
Some fractured minds
Watch sun-rise, and mend,
Some happy dreams
Are cherished by friends,
Because you have love,
You will triumph again
Some broken hearts
Summer SessionsYou struck me as surely as a blacksmith's hammer.Summer Sessions1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So bright, so bold, so beautiful. After so many long days and nights, coated in grey, lingering outside and wondering where the happiness had gone, you were almost too much. Like I was so used to being holed up in the lonesome dark that, when you finally made your appearance, when you finally burst into my life, I couldn't take the sudden intensity. My body simply wasn't used to it. It couldn't handle the joy.
You were difficult to get used to, at first. So daring, so omniscient. Always there, even when I couldn't quite see you, even when you were out of view. I always knew you were there, just waiting. Waiting for me to come back so you could drown me in your holiness, a coat that I could only wear when you were with me. Sometimes I just wanted to shrug that jacket off my shoulders. So overbearing, and too hot for such a day. Sometimes, it hurt just to look at you, let alone be with you.
But I felt the warmth surge through me, and over
Hetalia x Reader: Bring Her Back 10Hetalia x Reader: Bring Her Back 102 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Title: Hetalia x Reader: Bring Her Back 10
AN: I should just copy-paste these XD Same deal: Not everything about the military is accurate. If you would like to serve your country, please contact your nearest recruiter's office. Ciao!
China was, if anything, a tad bit selfish. He held property in different countries, allowing him to expand his sales of goods through little China Towns. But the little villages were sort of a hobby of his. His real income came from the gamble of stocks and trade, and he was damn good at it.
China had invested a majority of his money in foreign countries, specifically European countries. But his biggest investment, and the most profitable, was in America. America may not be aware, but he was holding Chinese yuan in his hand, not dollars. If money was in the state of land, China would own the entire West coast, the most profitable area of the United
Germany x Reader ~The Weight of Porcelain~ 9-Part 9-Germany x Reader ~The Weight of Porcelain~ 92 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I hate you!" you screamed. "I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!"
Gilbert didn't say anything as two men pried you away from him and moved you to a different rectangular-shaped van. Through your screams and sniffles, you could hear a different man in a white coat talking to the person who had betrayed you and your brother.
"Even though you've brought her to us, you still know that you were just as responsible for this, correct?" he said to Gilbert.
"Yes," Gilbert nodded. From the look in his eyes, it looked like he had thought this through and through for a long time.
"Let me go!" you shouted and attempted to squirm away despite your fruitless efforts.
"Feisty little thing for an experiment, isn't she?" one of the men growled as they swung open the door to the vehicle and placed you inside a chair. When you were secured, they grabbed a pair of belts and strapped you down by your arms and legs.
"Ludwig, help me!" you cried.
"There's no point in screaming, ___________," the othe