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 Story3 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
Let's Play a Game“Let’s play a game,” Death said to me.Let's Play a Game2 years 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
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 Cabin4 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
Et tandis que la pluie tombeDehors sous la pluieEt tandis que la pluie tombe2 years 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 "
Bedtime Stories : The Tree That Was Seen*The Tree That Was Seen*Bedtime Stories : The Tree That Was Seen2 years 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
Love LetterBeloved,Love Letter3 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.
The Departure of the 11thTwelve minutes until tomorrowThe Departure of the 11th2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I’m still thinking of you
Time and space is faced with sorrow
When this room’s not filled with two
Rose the valiant
Martha the walker
Donna the most important
Fly with me, sail the sea
Just don’t leave me be
Amy the waiter, Rory the last
Clara the impossible
And River my wife
I’ve loved you all with both my hearts
But time has once again come
To take us apart
I long to set this world aflame.I once dreamt of ashes and dragons,I long to set this world aflame.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as dark ravens loomed over my sleeping form,
planting cadaver kisses along my neck.
Stepping into a river of colors, I contemplated
smoke halos and the unlit cigarette between my teeth.
I asked myself if all of this was worth it-
gasoline rainbows painting landscapes along my thighs.
I'd never smoked a day in my life, but I liked to play with fire.
[Light a match and watch me burn. ]
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
ItalyxGermanyxReaderItalyxGermanyxReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Germany sitting at his desk, books surrounding his feet and his head resting on his arms. He was, of course, asleep. Going over, you felt your temper being put to the test.
"Hey kiddo!?" You heard the Prussian yell from somewhere else in the house. "You actually made it into his room, right!?"
You rolled your eyes, standing beside Germany and shaking his arm gently. "Luddy...hey, Luddy? Can you wake up for me please?"
He groaned slightly before moving, his blue eyes opening to look towards you. A few times over, he had to blink and regain his composure on reality before smiling slightly towards you. "Oh, hi there _______________. Did Gilbert let you in?"
You crossed your arms, looking towards him with a glare. "No. I got a worried text from your brother over this whole thing regarding Feli. Listen, Ludwig, you're not going to find the answer to your problem written in some book. I, your best friend, will personally help you with Feliciano."
rockstar!England x reader- lustful thoughts(ch.1)"It's so horrible, (name)!! Why did this have to happen to me?!", your friend Nancy was whining to you as you were just trying to get to your locker.rockstar!England x reader- lustful thoughts(ch.1)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"It'll be fine Nancy. You are babysitting your niece and nephew's for one weekend. You'd be fine"
"Those kids freaking hate me!! They be trying to kill me!! One time, I was sleeping while babysitting and to wake me up, they put a pillow over my head!! They are never full and hate microwavable foods so I always have to cook for they little bratty asses and I can't hit them cause they not my kids! Then my sister'll get mad at me if I even think of just yelling at them! I hate those stupid kids!", she complained.
"They.....a-aren't....t-that b-...I'm feel sorry for you", you sighed after you couldn't even lie to her about it. You touch her shoulder. "...Come back to school alive, Monday"
Her eyes got watery then she lied on your shoulder. "You're a great friend"
"(name)! Nancy!! Guess what?!"
"Alfred! Al! What is it?!", you and Nancy dramati
LatviaxReader: I Missed You You ran into your home, sobbing as the door shut loudly behind you. Your big brother, Russia, was away on business, leaving you alone with the Baltic countries. Although it looked as though you needed your brother more at the moment.LatviaxReader: I Missed You3 years ago in Romance More Like This
By the looks of it, someone had been pulling your long (h/c) hair; it was all tossed and messy. Your face and knees were covered in dirt and bloodied and your clothes were now torn and covered in dirt.
The smallest Baltic nation, Latvia, poked his head from around the corner to see your small form shaking and near collapsing. Quickly going to you, he caught your body right as your knees crumpled, causing you to fall.
Your arms wrapped around his neck as he lifted you off the ground and began trying to calm you down. "T-Toris! E-Eduard...! C-Can either of you spare a few minutes...!?"
The other two nations appeared hearing the smaller one's cried for help and quickly noticed you crying. The Lith
Male!HomuraxReader: Succulent Poison -Pt 2-Male!HomuraxReader: Succulent Poison -Pt 2-3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Kaname Madoka - Kaname Makoto
Tomoe Mami - Tomoe Mamio
Miki Sayaka - Miki Sakuya
Sakura Kyouko - Sakura Kyouya
Akemi Homura - Akemi Homare
That was pretty much it. You were falling down from stories above, something causing your body to do this. Closing your eyes, you waited for it to end, for this plug to halt on the ground.
Something grabbed onto you, wrapping your body and stopping your fall suddenly. Opening your (e/c) eyes, you were shocked to see yellow ribbons enveloping your body and bringing you slowly to the ground.
"Hey kid, you okay?" Turning your head, you saw a young man wearing black, gold and white standing there, a gun in hand. You took a moment to examine him, rather impressed. "Kid?"
"I-I'm fine...b-but where the hell am I?"
"Mamio, you're taking too long." Another boy stepping into sight, wearing red, his long hair tied into a ponytail. In hand was a giant spear and the other held taiyaki. "G
HRExItaly Holy Rome blushed as the Italian girl slept on his lap, a crown of blue cornflowers lay woven in her auburn hair. She was tired from all the work Mr. Austria had been making her do so Holy Rome decided best that she sleeps during her break.HRExItaly3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The peace they held now would end soon since it was painfully obvious that Holy Rome would be headed off to war sooner than not. He would have to cherish every moment he had left with the young girl he loved so much.
He fell to his back, the black cape he always wore spread out into the green grass and his hat fell off, revealing his light-blond hair. "Italy, I'm really ing going to miss you when I leave..."
She shifted slightly in her spot, grabbing onto Holy Rome's clothing and snuggling closer to his thigh. His face brightened as he suddenly began to realize how close his crush was to him.
Turning to his side, he lifted the young girl upwards and into his arms, snuggling closely with her
F.A.C.E Family: Night Francis and Arthur just finished tucking the boys in and were currently closing the door silently behind them. Both men were good parents, maybe even great, but there was word that some of the couples in the neighborhood (mostly a small majority) seemed to frown upon them.F.A.C.E Family: Night3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Both men had it hard enough in their lives, both of them for completely different reasons. Francis was pansexual, meaning he doesn't care about gender or such to show him to love. His son Matthew was a complete mistake, the mother didn't want anything to do with the boy and handed custody over to him. Although he loved his son dearly.
Around the same time, Arthur was forced into a marriage, his parents not wanting their son to be known as a homosexual. His son, Alfred, was born a few days after Francis' Matthew. Alfred's mother turned out to be abusive, hurting the child. Arthur filed for a restraining order, custody of his son and a divorce on the same day and quickly won custody of the poor child.
When both men
.dead flies scatter.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the windowsill, their
bodies shrivelled and
dried by the sun
i mourn the spider,
hung with his own web
EnglandxReader: Christmas Parties Walking down the halls with your head slightly lowered, you tried to ignore all the groups of girls whispering and pointing towards you. Not so popular with anyone and barely having friends yourself, many wondered why you even showed your face in school.EnglandxReader: Christmas Parties3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Still, the small amount of nerdy, weird friends you had were close to you. Although your friends were much popular than you would ever be. Hell, Arthur could have girls at his feet by silently whispering 'love' into their ear.
Currently, you were walking to Arthur's classroom during the lunch break to give him a bag of sweets you made him and to finally admit your newfound feeling of affection towards him. With only a few days before Christmas and Alfred's party tonight, you wanted to jump on the chance before someone else did.
As you went to his room, 2-B, you slid open the door to see him talking with another girl. She was very pretty, long brown hair tied in dual pigtails and tanned skin. Both of them were talking so you just sa
SwitzerlandxReader: Pt 2 It's been about a week since you've been taken by Russia. On your side, you were beaten and bloodied, still hanging in there. As far as you know, nations don't die unless their entire population was taken out.SwitzerlandxReader: Pt 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
The other side, however, was now formulating a plot to get you back with one strike. Fresh batches of troops recently came in from other countries, all prepared and ready to fight.
Switzerland, even though being asked to rest by Liechtenstein multiple times, helped out in any way he could. And although he loved his little sister dearly, he was going to be the one to find you.
Countless nights were spent sleepless, staying up because he couldn't deal with the worry in his mind. He took the energy away by trying to figure where the Russian may have taken you.
In his mind, he could see what the Russian might've done to you. And he swore on his life if Russia did anything to hurt you, he'd beat his ass to the next millennium.
Though his worry was m
JapanxReaderxGermany "I-I dunno Germany..." You breathed as he walked you down the halls. "I-I feel kind of bad..."JapanxReaderxGermany3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Liebling, zere's nothing wrong vith liking him.' The tall blond muttered, holding firmly onto your wrist and directing you through the halls of the Japanese man's home.
You hung your head slightly as you continued down the halls. "Why are you doing this though...? I mean...I feel bad that you admitted you like me and all...b-but..."
"Nein...I'd razer see you happy zen upset vith meinself." He stated plainly, not even bothering to look back towards you and give any signs of reassurance. Obviously he was hurting.
Lowering your head, keeping your (e/c) eyes directly at the floor, you sighed,"Thanks Ludwig...you're such a good friend..."
As you continued down the halls, your phone began to ring,"Hold on a second..." The both of you paused as you picked up the phone. "Hello? Moshi moshi?"
"Ah, konichiwa _________-chan." It was Japan's boss,"Have yo
Spice! alt ending LenXLukaRing . . . Ring . . . I groan rolling over towards the side table. The screen read Lilly. I shot a glance at Teto who lay next to me in bed. The clock reads 4 am. That silly ring tone echoed through my mind. "Hey Babe, what's up?" I ask running a finger through the red head's curly hair. She moaned in her sleep cuddling closer to me.Spice! alt ending LenXLuka4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"So where did you run off to? And with who?" Came the snark reply. I sighed. Stupid blondes, so clingy.
"Lilly, Lilly. Calm down sweetie. I'm not anywhere. I'm at my friend's house, you remember um Gakupo right?" I ask. Tch. Lying was so easy. Those mushy girls would believe anything.
"Really? Your not lying are you?" She asked.
"Have I ever lied to you?" I make excuses just as readily as I know how to.
"Okay . . . Hey um Saturday my parents won't be home all night, not until Sunday evening. Do you uh want to spend the night?" She asked nervously. I smiled. It's just the one night stand that I look forward too.
AmericaXReader :Beginnings:"(Name), I think you should come over to my place and-" Alfred stopped and yanked on his dirty blonde hair. He began again, trying to add a bit more of a suave tone, "Heeey, what do you say? You. Me. And two tickets to the gun show..." He flashed a smirk.AmericaXReader :Beginnings:2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The American make was currently thinking of ways to woo the new girl at his favorite new diner. Alfred held an old, fashioned sense of pride when it came to his eateries. Of course, the always delicious McDonalds wasn't too bad; he loved to indulge in a nostalgic feel. It just so happened that a new girl had started at his favorite diner.
A hole in the wall, really. A place that old timers would appreciate. Family owned. Been around since the fifties and had that feel. He'd seen her on a Thursday afternoon. Her (h/c)locks were up in a ponytail and she was wearing the uniform with tattered, black, high tops.
She had a smile that lit up the old diner and when she asked him for his order he actually stumbled over his words. I mean, Alfre
AmericaxReaderxEngland "___________ doesn't want to sit with a tea-sucker like you!" America cried out from across the table, his arms waving in the air,"She wants to sit next to the hero of course!"AmericaxReaderxEngland3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"What the bloody hell Alfred!?" The Englishman beside him stood up, green eyes flaring. "I think __________ should have the choice of sitting with...a fine English gentleman such as myself...or you!"
Sighing, you just took a seat in the meeting room beside some of the more...sane...nations of Japan and Greece. At least both were usually silent and subtle during meetings.
Throughout the whole meeting, you tuned into what the two nations across the room argued about, not even caring what Germany droned on about or what others fought about.
Greece rested a hand on your shoulder, causing you to turn and look at him. His free hand covered his mouth as he tried to stifle a yawn with no results,"Don't let them get to you ___________...they usually argue about the younger nations..."
Hikaru and Kaoru X reader-(Collaboration)part 2You blinked a few times. "...Nah, I'm good on that one." You slipped your arms from them. "See, I got video games and 'host clubs' aren't really in my top hang out spots. Thanks anyway!" You sarcastically give them a thumbs up then roll your eyes before heading to the door.Hikaru and Kaoru X reader-(Collaboration)part 21 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
One of the orange haired twins stopped you. "Come on. Just a little while."
The other one got behind you and whispered in your ear. "We promise to make it fun."
"I...I don't know if I like this or not," you debated out loud. The one behind you moved his arms around your waist and in front of you; touched your cheek. "Now I'm leaning more towards uncomfortable. Alright! How bout this! If you catch me on the streets, we can hang out then. I don't want to spend more time than I have to in this dress."
"Promise?" the one behind you developed a slightly tighter grip around you. You looked to the floor and tried to stop yourself from blushing.
'If these boys here know nothing else, they know how to flirt, for sur
SealandxReaderxOliver There was something about living with England that you loved more than anything. Technically, any home would've been better than the last home you lived in. You still had nightmares from living in that house.SealandxReaderxOliver3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Mr. Russia's home.
It's not that he did anything to you per say, but that way he treated you and the three Baltics was unsavory. Every night, you would use what little energy you had to cry as Lithuania coaxed you with soothing words.
One night, Mr. Russia took you away and left you outside of England's house, claiming that a newly formed and young nation was too much for him. Needless to say, England was rather surprised to see you sleeping on his doorstep the next morning but the second he found out you were once Russia's territory, he took you in with open arms.
The first few weeks with England were tough on you. You mainly stayed secluded in your room, refusing to come out for anything but to clean off or eating something.