Heartless Automaton - A Love StoryCombat Mechanoid 732 of the 3rd Armoured Battalion - though he went by the name Al in casual conversation (something easy for the fleshies to remember). During service he had dragged his ferrosteel body from the flaming wreckage of a particle tank on four separate occasions, once going back in to recover the memory core from a crushed comrade's skull. He dedicated himself to the cause not because of the propaganda or idealism, but because it was his job (and unlike the fleshies he knew how to do his job without whining, or stopping to rest every couple of days). But now the war was over (with both sides claiming victory) and Al was to be sent into civilian life.Heartless Automaton - A Love Story2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The press releases had been careful not to suggest that mechanoids were considered alive in any way (because that might make someone begin to consider things like their rights and privileges), but instead focussed on how they might benefit the human (fleshie) population. They were told that the mechanoids would offer valuable a
Bedtime Stories : The Tree That Was Seen*The Tree That Was Seen*Bedtime Stories : The Tree That Was Seen1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Once upon a time, on a planet far away, there lived a little tree. But this was no ordinary tree, no, this little tree could speak. She could speak to the Sun, oh what bright conversations they would have! Every morning he would greet her with a loud, boisterous HELLO!!! and then the two would talk for hours.
They talked about the brightness of his light, his magnificent rays, the perfect symmetrical shape of his body, and how healthy he made her leaves. But before long, the Sun would go to sleep, and a smaller, dimmer, shy little moon would appear in the sky.
He watched over the tree every night, but had never, not even once, said hi. The little tree, being a lover of the day, would fall to sleep, and wait for sunrise. And so it was every day and night, the Sun would shine, the Moon would pass by.
Days, turned to years, and the tree grew strong in the Sun. The Sun, would gloat about what he accomplished. "Look, dear Tree, and see what I've made you! I'v
Let's Play a Game“Let’s play a game,” Death said to me.Let's Play a Game1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
“And whoever wins the first ten rounds will get a second life for free.
The rules are simple, so listen to me.
You must first be born a he or she
With traits categorized, one to three;
The rest will come later, you will see.
You will begin off with guidance and support partially.
Loneliness will come upon you when you are not healthy mentally,
But you will be the key to unlock an antidote to your own disease…possibly.
The trick to the game, though, is to live fully and responsibly without a visit from me.
Live 100 years the way you want, and I’ll gladly give another life to thee.”
“Let’s play a game,” Life said to me
“And whoever wins the first ten rounds will get to live for eternity.
The game is tricky, so listen carefully.
You will be born a he or she
And from the very beginning given a number, one to three.
The numbers represent a path you are willing to go without attempting t
Et tandis que la pluie tombeDehors sous la pluieEt tandis que la pluie tombe1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Je tourbillonne en riant
Je ris des autres
Je ris de moi-même
Et tandis que la pluie tombe
Je saute dans les flaques d'eau
Et chante en dansant
" Puisse la pluie durer éternellement "
Sous ce temps
Que tout le monde fuit
Que je recherche
Je souris aux fatalités
Et tandis que la pluie tombe
Je saute dans les flaques d'eau
Et chante en dansant
" Puisse la pluie durer éternellement "
Les gouttes d'eau s'estompent
Les autres sortent
Alors que je rentre
Et que mes larmes coulent
Et tandis que le soleil apparaît
Je saute à l'intérieur de chez moi
Et finis en pleurant
" Puisse la pluie revenir bientôt "
Uncle Tom's CabinFor those of us who grew up on Evansdale Street, Uncle Tom's Cabin had a double meaning: first, it was a book on every parent's bookshelf that was both a regret and a reminder, and second, it was that ugly old shack that stood (well, sort of stood) at the end of Evansdale Street, where Brookwood's residential area finally gave into the woods. The older kids would spread the legend that the shack once belonged to an old fisherman named Tom, and that we were allowed in it every day of the year except September 1st, because that was Tom's niece's birthday and we had to leave them the house so their ghosts could celebrate.Uncle Tom's Cabin3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Aside from that, Uncle Tom's Cabin was our hangout year-round:
In the winter, the shack became a research facility that managed to switch locations from the North to the South Pole daily while the ten of us waddled through knee-deep snow to search for Yeti and polar bears and dancing penguins.
In the spring, it was a king's castle we defended against dragons that looked
Pirate!England x Pirate!Reader Part IIGO THANK MORI FOR THIS SEQUEL! IT’S HER BIRTHDAY! (I'll put a link in the description.)Pirate!England x Pirate!Reader Part II2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You stood on the stern of the Raven, waving back to the dumbstruck Captain Kirkland, who had turn to watch you leave. “Until we meet again, Kirkland!” you said with a bow and a flourish of your hat. Which had inexplicably managed to remain in your possession throughout the fight.
Kirkland watched you leave for a bit, but when you were a good ways off, someone snapped out of it and said, “She made off with all our loot!”
Captain Kirkland’s eyes narrowed as he thought of you, and said under his breath with a vicious smirk, “Yes... Until we meet again, bloody vixen...”
And meet again you did. Every time you got bored, you sought out Captain Kirkland’s ship. It was truly great fun, and you were having an absolutely lovely time.
This time it was more heated, because you fought with a goal in mind. There was a message you had to get to
Love LetterBeloved,Love Letter2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Is it possible to feel too much at times? Can the heart become a weapon, carrying the weight of unspent dreams?
There are rare nights when I seem to ghost dance with the world. I move through it, aware of the physical existence of people, places, things - their connections - and nothing more.They leave no indelible mark; they are a mere whisper on my landscape that echoes vaguely in my conscious mind, a glancing blow that barely registers. Mouths move...words are said, and I comprehend the physical act, the meaning and reality - but it only ripples the surface.
And then there are nights that are quiet electricity and life blooms out of control around me in vibrant and livid color. Every word has a music to it and every nuance of movement shoots through me and pins me to the wall of desire. I am held prisoner by the soft beauty of words not said. I feel the pain of lost tears and memories mumbled in a gentle catechism of failure..
And it is on those nights that I think of you.
On preparing to never let goWalking slowly down the hall, arms filled with the day's mail, we spoke of morbid things.On preparing to never let go1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
She wants to be reduced to ash and I want to know if I can keep her on my mantle.
She looks at me sideways with a curious face and forgets her footsteps.
It's a little bit morbid, she tells me, deciding it's time to continue shuffling along,
but I think the way I'm trying to picture her perfect urn is probably worse.
There's nothing that I can think of that suits her, though,
and I wonder if I even know her.
Do I scatter you somewhere? You can't visit scatter.
(I think good daughters plant guilt in the carpet pile to trip upon.)
But she doesn't trip, instead she ruminates on how appalling it'd be to divide her in fourths:
she laughs as she's divvying up her body parts for our mantles.
I tell her we'll set up a custody schedule, but only between my closest sister and me;
we're the ones that take care of her. But in reality, I'm not planning on sharing.
She tells me she wants to be in the n
America (Alfred)XChild Reader (Christmas Mricals)What Christmas Miracles are made of….(PART ONE)America (Alfred)XChild Reader (Christmas Mricals)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I don't even know why I'm out on Christmas eve, everything is closed" The street he's walking down is dark, no Christmas direction in the dirty windows, not even a hint of a light. He continues to walk down the silent street till he hears faint whimpering from an alley way "huh?" he turns to the ally way looking down it but see's nothing "Must have been a cat or something" as he turns back down the street the wind blows harsh sending the cold air to wipe across his face.
Then the whimpering starts again, but it sounded more like a young child which brought Alfred's attention again. He goes into the ally way "Hello? Is anybody there?" no response "dude, come on Alfred, you're going insane" as he took one step to turn back he hears a young girls voice "Daddy, is that you?" at that Alfred's eyes shot wide open and he turns around quickly.
He sees a girl that looked to be about six or so, she had no coat, just a long sleeve sh
Why did I trust you?(Fe/Male!ReaderX2pFrance)Why did I trust you?(Fe/Male!ReaderX2pFrance)10 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Why did I trust you, with my heart?
The crystal white snow was gracefully floating down from the large snow clouds on a dark, December night.
A small sigh, that could only have been heard by someone with a good range of hearing, came from a petit café on the corner of a quiet street, The Sugar and Spice. From the lone waiter/waitress who sits alone at a window booth, looking out across the street in front of the town hall, where a large pine tree stands covered from the trunk to the tip in shimmering Christmas lights.
"I can't believe it's already almost Christmas," they murmured softly. They turned in the seat of the booth to look over to the counter, where the owner of this fine pink and blue themed establishment stood, cleaning some crumbs off of the countertop that had came tumbling off of the cupcake he had just finished.
"Isn't it exciting?" Mr.Kirkland, or as (Name) had been
Crazy (Germany x Male!Reader Part 1)Crazy (Germany x Male!Reader Part 1)5 months ago in Romance More Like This
(M/n) (l/n) is most likely one of zhe craziest guys I've ever met. He's like anozher Italy, except less oblivious and just a bit tougher. He likes to hangk out viz America and talk about video games and ozer American stuff, and he also spends time viz Japan to vatch anime. He argues viz Prussia about who's more awesome too. And vhenever he's viz Italy, zey alvays end up talking about zat verdammt pasta. (M/n) is very charismatic and outgoing, and seems to take a liking to pestering me vhen I'm trying to vork or train. He's alvays got a smile on his face. I don't zhink I've ever seen zhe boy frown. Even zhough I know he's smart, he acts dumb, but it's just to be goofy. And honestly, his craziness stresses me out almost as much as Italy does.
But zhe really crazy zing?
Zhe fact zat I think I'm falling in love viz him.
I don't even know if he likes guys. To be honest, I didn't even know I liked guys eizher until jus
It was you Hetalia x ReaderRiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiingIt was you Hetalia x Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Ugh... finally!" You mumbled as you hurriedly went out of the classroom.
"I'm soooooo hungry!!" Your friend Maria complained.
"Why did the teacher have to extend our period for 10 minutes?! I could have died in hunger!"
You sighed heavily as you reach for your locker. A note fell when you opened it.
"Whats this?" You asked as you begin to unfold it.
"Ooohh!! What did it say!!? Who's it from!?!?" Maria squealed.
"I've always had a crush on you..Ever since the day we met.
I always thought that your cute every time you're embarrassed!"
You blushed when you read that part, then you continued reading.
"If you want to know who I am.... Come and find me ________ ! : )"
"Huh... Someone has a crush on me..." You said absent-mindedly
"Lemme see!!" Maria squealed as she snatched the note from you.
"So do you know who's it from?"
"Nope but maybe Elizaveta knows! Lets go find her ____ !!"
"Woah! Why are you so exc
Germany x Shy!Reader Quiet Germany x Shy!ReaderGermany x Shy!Reader Quiet 1 year ago in Drama More Like This
You were heading to class when you heard some of the 'popular' girls giggling. You thought that you heard your name, but wasn't sure. You brushed it off, like always. You took your seat and waited for the tarty bell to ring. Ludwig, a strong, handsome, intelligent, blond sat down in his seat. You have had a bit of a crush on him for a while now. He had been in many of your classes over the years, but sadly you haven't talked much. You just sat silently, letting your chance for conversation slip by. This would have most likely been your only chance, considering how popular he was. Ludwig was always surrounded by people, weather he liked it or not.
The bell rang and you got out your binder and books. The teacher came in and put some notes up for you to copy down as he explained them. Suddenly a piece of paper hit your head and you turned to see who through it and why. The thrower whispered, "sorry, trying to hit someone else" and went back to what
Papa!Sweden x Child!ReaderA/N: Well here's the another story I can cross off my checklist! I hope the requester likes it. This does contain spanking of a minor. Don't like, don't read.Papa!Sweden x Child!Reader1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
If there was one thing to be said about your father, Berwald, it was this, the man was protective. He had so many rules for you to follow, and was really strict when it came to you obeying them. Most of the time, you were a good girl. One of his most important rules was to never go into his workshop without him knowing you were there.
It was getting late in the day as you sat and watched your step brother, Peter, play video games. He usually never let you play, but you liked watching him more anyway. However, this has been going on all day long. He played video games and your papa worked in the shop. As time drew on, you became bored of watching him play his XBox and decided it would be more fun to watch your father work. Getting up, you headed to the door wear his shop was.
"Papa!" You called, knocking on the door. "Papa!
Burn - Sherlock x Reader - Chapter TwoThey were seated across the room from one and other. Sherlock was seated in his chair, his violin resting on his chest as he plucked the strings. She was seated on the couch with a book in her hand and images running through her mind. Her teeth picked at the white of her nails.Burn - Sherlock x Reader - Chapter Two10 months ago in Romance More Like This
"Something's bothering you." Sherlock broke the silence.
She closed her book. "Why do you always assume something is bothering me? I'm fine, Sherlock."
He raised his eyebrow at her.
"I really am fine."
"You're biting your nails; that usually indicates that something is bothering you or you're nervous."
She started down at her fingernails. They had been chewed to the furthest point. She even went as far as picking at the skin around her thumb. It was beginning to bleed slightly.
"I'm fine." She placed her book onto the table and pinned her hair behind her ear.
"No you're not."
"Is that what you want me to say?" She glared at him.
"Yes, only because I know it's the truth."
She breathed deeply through her nose. She
Ice - Mycroft x Reader (Chapter One)Mycroft Holmes was a busy man. He was constantly working, protecting the citizens of Britain and even though he only claimed to hold a ‘minor position’ everyone who knew him knew better than that.Ice - Mycroft x Reader (Chapter One)1 year ago in Drama More Like This
Mycroft’s life was surrounded by threats so much so that on occasion he would almost fear for his life. So when it came to you, the one thing that could thaw the heart of the ice-man, he wanted to keep you separate from his work as much as possible. He wanted to keep you safe and protected and innocent from the things he heard and saw.
However that proved harder and harder as your relationship became more serious: and now, Mycroft was internally going out of his mind while he maintained a calm façade.
You should have been home an hour ago.
For most relationships this would seem controlling, but you knew enough about Mycroft’s work to understand his reason to fret about you. So the fact that you hadn’t returned home or, after checking, had actually been see
Brothers: Sherlock x Reader x Mycroft (part 3)Mycroft’s eyes were fixed on you as you gazed at the stone floor of the kitchen. Sherlock leaned against the wall surveying the situation. Nobody spoke, you all stood in perfect silence then all hell broke loose.Brothers: Sherlock x Reader x Mycroft (part 3)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“How was I supposed to know you knew each other?”
“You don’t own her.”
“I can what I please.”
“If you actually spoke it would have made this a lot easier.”
“How come I never noticed?”
Each of you started talking at once, not listening to the others. Casually you leaned against a wooden chair and looked between the two brothers both of whom were silently fuming. Unable to think of anything to say you pulled your hair back and secured it in a ponytail. Sherlock unbuttoned his coat and loosened his scarf whilst Mycroft remained motionless.
Clearly he was annoyed that he had not noticed your connection with Sherlock, the small frown playing across his face gave him a
Ender Curse part 2It was about midday, and Lalna still hadn't woken up.Ender Curse part 25 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Xephos was sitting next to his friend, who was sleeping feverishly. The bandages on Lalna's bare chest were already bloodstained, and his fever was much higher than it had been that morning.
With a sigh, he leaned back against the wall before wincing and sitting forward again. The arrow wounds on his back and chest were hurting him again, especially when he tried to breathe deeply.
Xephos looked across the room at Sjin, who was sitting against the opposite wall, writing in a book. He had also been injured while fighting the Creepers. He had rolled his ankle while running, and he had several nasty burns on his back and legs. Honeydew and Sips were the only ones who hadn't been seriously injured, so they were outside. They had torched up the place to prevent the mobs from spawning nearby, and now they were looking for resources.
Because they didn't have any wool, they didn't have any beds. This brought Xephos' mind back to Lalna, who
Werewolf! Germany X shy red riding hood! ReaderWerewolf!Germany X Shy! red riding hood reader: Red riding hood and werewolfWerewolf! Germany X shy red riding hood! Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
My mother request I go see my grandmother. She's very ill and she doesn't live in the city. she lives in the forest. I nodded to help my mother. she's very busy. she hates when I leave on my own. I wear my red cloak around my shoulders. I put the hood on. I grab the basket and off I went. I had to follow the path my mother told me if I don't follow it, I'll be lost. I don't often visit my grandmother because the forest is quite......scary. I keep turning my head waiting to something to come out already. I keep telling myself nothing to be afraid of. I yelped hearing the bushes ruffled. I looked. it was moving. "what could be in the bushes...?" I mumbled with fright. I slowly approach the moving bushes. I saw glaring eyes. I stumbled back wanting to bolt but fell down on my behind. I rub my back and saying, "ow," Something overshadow me. My eyes widened trying not to look up. I had confidence as I slowly lift u
Ender Curse part 12They spent Lalna's last few minutes in silence. He was paralyzed with fear. Not only that, but the intense cold suddenly began to spread, making it much harder to breathe.Ender Curse part 122 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Guys...” he choked out. “I'll find it... After... after I Change, I'll f-find the mutant and k-kill it... Just... promise me you'll leave... as soon as it's dead...”
Sjin shook his head. “But we can't leave without you...”
“You have to...” he said, grimacing in pain. His hands started to change color, and they realized that the full moon had begun it's ascent into the night sky.
“Please... run...” Lalna choked out, squeezing his eyes shut and clenching his hands into fists, digging his claws into the palms of his hands.
The Endermother quickly moved forward and took Lalna from Sjin, gesturing for them to back away.
And then suddenly, they heard a long chilling roar, which echoed through the night.
They all froze in fear.
The mutant Enderman had come.
Not Crazy (Sherlock/John x reader)"John is making me come here. He says it'll help. I don't believe him."Not Crazy (Sherlock/John x reader)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
The woman was silent.
"What have you got there?"
"Who wrote it?"
"You wrote a note to yourself?"
"Who is it for, then?"
You paused, "Sherlock Holmes."
"The note... is for Sherlock?"
You glared for a few seconds before returning your gaze back to the crumpled paper in your hand, "Yes."
"What does it say?"
"I wrote it. The other day. I had to leave the flat and...um...just in case, he came back and I wasn't there, I didn't him to worry that I left. I wouldn't leave.
I would never leave."
The woman across from you stared, scribbling a few notes down.
"He's not coming back is he?"
"He's not! He's... He left. He left us. He doesn't want us anymore. He doesn't. He doesn't. No." You shook your head, fingers folding and unfolding the paper repeatedly. It had become a nervous habit now, to fiddle with objects in your hands.
"I am sorry. Have you ever thought about-"
"NO! John was wrong. You're
Male Hetalia X Male Shy Reader The Letter: IntroReader’s pov:Male Hetalia X Male Shy Reader The Letter: Intro1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sitting in (least favourite subject) looking at the clock, moving ever so slowly, I try to stop myself from falling asleep while listening to the teacher rambling on and on about (whatever you want) like it is something very important, that our lives will depend on it. Well, luckily it was Friday and this was my last subject before I can escape to the freedom of my home. Finally the last bell rings and everyone rushes out like a stampede of animals is after them.
Walking down the crowed hallway, I see my 4 most trusted friends ( and only friends) out this whole school: Elizabeta Hedervary, Lili Zwingli, Katyusha and Natalya Arlovskaya, waiting for me at my shoe locker₁.
“It’s about time you came (y/n)” Elizabeta sounded quite happy that I had arrived.
“I’m sorry” replying back in a small voice, head down in shame and shaking.
“There’s no need to apologize. We were quite worried that someone might have found out y
Changes - Part 10 (Mycroft x Reader)The next couple of weeks are when everything went back to normal. Lestrade started calling Sherlock and John in to help with cases again and you often tagged along. When at the flat, you would float around the room, making tea for the boys or watching Sherlock conduct experiments. John started going on dates again, which you always helped him look his best for. You were there for him when he came home as well, to listen to him talk about how they all failed. Everything was the way it should be and you were happy, but something was missing.Changes - Part 10 (Mycroft x Reader)11 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“He only needed you for the case,” Sherlock said as he slowly poured something from one test tube into another. You had been watching his mess around with various colored liquids for a while now, John out on another date.
“What are you talking about?”
Sherlock now met your hazel eyes with his own silver-blue ones, “Mycroft only needed you for the case, you were nothing more.”
You glared at Sherlock, why was he
Sherlock x Reader Chapter 3You spent the entire journey staring at the road and ignore the silent conversation that was taking place between John and Sherlock. When the taxi finally stopped outside a modern block of apartments Sherlock leaped out without thanking the taxi drivers, leaving both you and John to thank him profusely.Sherlock x Reader Chapter 31 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Black and yellow tape marked out the police perimeter and Sherlock stood next to it whilst arguing loudly with an attending officer. A scowl formed on his face and he muttered to himself, you were pretty sure the word idiot passed over his lips more than once. Both you and John walked up to the sulking older man whose attention was firmly fixed on the retreating officer. When he felt that the interfering man was out of the way he ducked under the police tape and merely gestured for the pair of you to follow before he dashed into the building via the front door.
Before you could talk yourself out of following you copied Sherlock’s actions and a minute or so later found yourself in