In love with HouseLast night I met House,In love with House7 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
And she was beautiful,
Musical and spiritual
She danced around me
To da point,
That she surrounded me
I felt like I was in the X-files,
Coz she was from outer space,
Beaming light on my face,
Made me wana chase,
But too late,
She grabbed me by the hand,
And said wait
Pulled me close,
I could smell her aroma,
Started loving her persona,
Then I could feel my blood rising,
Her every rhythm was inspiring,
And Im not denying,
I was whipped,
And with one kiss,
She stole my heart,
Oh what a start,
To the beginning of a love affair,
Alls fair in love and war,
But she rejuvenated my core
Went looking for her,
From door to door,
After that night we embraced,
And had a taste of each other
Friends all asked,
They couldnt understand my infatuation for her,
I wanted her to be my lover,
But to everyone else,
I was the stalker,
House how I loved you so,
How my passion for you, did show,
How you captured me
ItalyXReader(Don't Die)ItalyXReader(Don't Die)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
ItalyXReader(Drama, Don't Die)
You and your boyfriend Italy(Feliciano) have been dating in high school but you being the two year older one had to graduate and leave him to attend high school his last two years. But you didn't lose anything in your relationship ..until "that day"
You looked to the clock and it read 3:00 "forty-five more minutes till he can text me" you said to yourself softly as you clean up your work area (Italy could only text you through Email, and he walks home) forty-five minutes pass and you look to your phone, nothing. Another fifteen minutes pass and still no text from Feli. "Where is he?" you kept thinking to yourself over and over again in your head.
You text him thinking he's on his email but got distracted by something silly "Sweetie Feli you there? It's been an hour sense sc
Oaths of the Seven LanternsPossible Oaths of the New LanternsOaths of the Seven Lanterns7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In darkest hour,
With dauntless might,
Do not fear for forsaken plight,
Let know all those who fear the night,
No longer cower,
Hope shall be bright!
In hateful hymn,
In loving lyre,
Embrace all of loves undying fire,
Let this oath go ever higher,
Behold our power,
Violet hearts ire!
In coldest times
With kindest face,
Remove all indifference with haste,
Let spread benevolence and grace,
Release our power,
In warmest times,
With coldest brush,
When days are at its greatest lush,
Let generosity be a hush,
Witness our power,
Greeds burning rush!
In loving hymn,
In hateful lyre,
Be thus abound our scornful pyre,
Let the heart be forever dire,
Unleash our power,
Red Lanterns fire!
At the end of days,
At the end of time,
All the living will bear their crime,
Let all those who may
RomanoXReader(DRAMA)RomanoXReader(DRAMA)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Feliciano had a worried look on his face "what's wrong bella?" he questions to you. You bite your lip when he asks hoping he wouldn't notice you were not your happy self."N...Nothing Feli I'm fine" he tilts his head to the side "you sure? Could-"you cut him off "I'm going home" you run off back home, but Italy follows you.
Flash back to yesterday~~~~~~~~
You look at your watch "shit I'm late again! I hope Roma forgives me!" you thought to yourself. As you run to the park where you two both agreed to meet you see a dark figure standing by a tree with a curl coming out of the top of his head. "Roma! I'm sorry I-" he cuts you off with anger in his eyes and voice "where a the hell have a you been(Name)?!" you look down for sec then back up " I had to drop off my sister then I had to do other things and the time just flew by and-" you feel his hand slap across your face "That's always you're a DAMN a excuse (Name)!" you hold your hand where he slapped you as
Im a Little Emo...I'm a Little Emo...Im a Little Emo...10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm a little emo,
short and wisp.
Here is my blade,
and here is my wrist.
When i get all depressed,
hear me cry;
"Slit my wrists,
and watch me die!"
Mollusca1.Mollusca2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Find whatever it is that is your treasure.
Bury it alive.
I wrestled the guardian angel for my birthstone,
just a pearl like some full moon risen from a mollusk's growing pain.
I counted the sheets of nacre like birthday candles,
peeled away each one until I at last remembered
that what I treasure is an infection.
It was a gentle kind of wrestling,
not Biblical, not even assertive,
more like the way two sprite wolf cubs play,
a light lunge, a jovial snarl,
a fight over nothing in particular.
The guardian angel renounced itself
as a guardian angel, said
I am a siren.
I lie in the tunnels of nautilus shells
and sing until I collapse with the echoes.
Then it hurts, like a shard of the wrong song
embedded in my skin.
It never healed the ache of adolescence,
just buried it under a fall wound's nacre.
Said one day, it'd show up in my smile.
On the day of the dewinging:
bury me alive.
I want to see what I can agitate the earth into.
Japan X Reader ~Through The Door~"What do you think of my idea?"Japan X Reader ~Through The Door~2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Kiku paused, listening, and carefully thought out a well-planned response. He kept his back rigid and his hands at his side, and his gaze, hesitant, drifted down to the floorboards between his feet, watching the steam, hot and fragrant, ooze out from under the door of the bathroom and curl into itself as the thin air evaporated it, silently.
"It is...risky." he finally replied after an extra moment of thought, and inclined his head at an angle, permitting himself to admire with quiet, attentive brown eyes the fine grooves of the oaken door, separating, and awaited your answer.
There was a quiet splash of water as you shifted in what he assumed was your bubble palace in his bathtub, and you sighed.
"Yeah. I guess it is. But isn't life boring without a little risk?" He heard the smile in your voice and there was another splash followed by a sigh, this one of contentment.
"I suppose. But there is comfort in normalcy." he retorted, returning his gaze to the
AmericaxReader - Alfred and I - Part 27AmericaxReader - Alfred and I - Part 273 years ago in Romance More Like This
The next day, Al and I were ready on a plane to our honeymoon in Japan. He graciously gave me the window seat as long as he got it on the way back home. We plan to stay in Japan for five days. I couldn't hold in my excitement for most of the plane ride. Which was surprising to Alfred since he's usually the more excited, outgoing, spazzy one. Of course he was excited to see Japan too. He and I both always talked about going to Japan. Like in junior high, we planned out our future five day trip to Japan and included plane ticket and hotel expenses. It was a cute fun thing at the time, to dream and pretend like money was everywhere. Fortunately, Alfred's dad's Japanese friend offered to pay for our hotel room and transportation.
Soon enough, our plane landed at the Narita Airport near Tokyo. Alfred and I excitedly hopped off the plane, got through security and looked around for a so called Mr. Honda. Supposedly, Mr. Honda was going to pick us up from the airport and take us to our hotel i
GermanyxReaderx2!PRussia ~ Mulan (3)GermanyxReaderx2!PRussia ~ Mulan (3)2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"You can come in, girl."
Keeping your guard up and thinking over all the martial arts you knew, you cautiously entered the room at the Russian man's words. Carefully stopping just inside the door so the four men would not be able to surround you, you looked at each of them in turn.
The Estonia look-alike looked like he was enjoying a private joke. His red eyes remained calmly indifferent, but the corners of his mouth turned up in the smallest degree, making you think he was mocking you. When your eyes landed on him, he straightened his shoulders and turned to better face you, his expression unchanging. You could see from what dim light there was in the room that his hair was in fact not black, but an extremely dark shade of chocolate brown.
You moved your eyes to examine the Lithuania of the group next. He had not reacted to your appearance even slightly when you had failed to sneak away earlier, and did not react now to your scrutiny of him
Ciel x reader. I'm not like themCiel x reader. I'm not like them2 years ago in Romance More Like This
ciel x reader one-shot. I'm not like them.
I open my eyes and all I see is black i sit up and say. "were the bloody hell?". "hello" someone said a turnaround and see I girl with (h/c) (h/l) and (e/c). she was dressed in all white (you can were what you want just make it white). "who are you?". I ask. She giggled and said. "why does that matter hehe". "tell me who you are and where are we". "I'm (y/n) and we are in your dream". she answered with a giggle. "how can you be in my dream I don't even know you?". I asked. "well I'm an angel". she said and her wings came out.she steps closer I step back and say. "get the hell away from me". she looked sad. "well I'm not like the bad angels I'm good and the only good angel". she said. "how can I believe you?". I ask. "well I'm like you my mom and dad was murdred right next of me and my big sister left and I got kidnaped by the ones that kill my mom and dad". she said and turned around and showed me the red marks on her back it looked like she w
Your soul, no matter what -Chapter 7-Your soul, no matter what -Chapter 7-2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Tic. Tac. Tic. Tac
You were going crazy. You could. feel. it. It have been a while now that you didn't saw the damned butler, not that you minded. It just, you couldn't take a nap without knowing where he was, in fear that he would do something nasty while you sleep. You sighed tiredly, feeling that you will sleep in a matter of seconds. You let your head fall down on the armchair of your office, not caring what could happen.
You felt something tickle your nose and you quickly stand up. What the hell was that? You didn't see anything. It was too dark. You growled slightly. You didn't want to fall on the cannibal sheep again. Seriously.
- " Sebastian, if you are the one who give me nightmares, stop it right now! " you screamed to the sky.
No response. Immediately, it started raining and you held the urge to facepalm yourself. You will kill that man/demon. You
America X Geek! Reader X 2P! America 5America X Geek! Reader X 2P! America 52 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You slowly open up your eyes and see a ray of light shine through the window. After a hour you fell asleep.
“Rise and Shine Poppet!” cheers Oliver coming into the room with a tray.
“Morning Oliver.” You say sitting up a little.
You look to your side and see Al left before you woke up.
“He’s in the shower.” Oliver says as he sets down the tray with a cupcake and some tea.
“Thanks.” You say tasting the cupcake.
“I’ll get your clothes.” Oliver says
You quickly eat breakfast and change your clothes. You then quietly walked down the stairs. You hear yelling from Al and Francis in the dining room, you then try to peek to see what was going on but you only see Feliciano and Oliver in the kitchen. Deciding the best time to leave was now you tippy-toed(thats a word right?) Across the living room and left the house. After walking down the street for ten minutes you managed to find a street you knew to walk to school. A
The Heavenfield - Episode OneThe Heavenfield - Episode One7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
A Ghost in the Chamber
Okay, everybody quiet please. Do we have audio and video?
Particle Chamber lock?
Alright, commence initial sequence.... John, hows the E.M. tolerance looking?
Were barely touching minus thirty, we are green for go.
Preparing for countdown - three, two, one
Dampers off, Chamber is showing two bars, rising good.
Approaching three bars, prepare the transmission signal, Standing-Point should be achieved in three, two, one
Transmission signal is going green, we-
Oh shit! It cant be! Stop the system! Shut it down! Shut it down!
What is it? What the hells going on?
Jesus Christ! Theres someone in the Chamber!...
What are you talking about? Its impossible!
Look! On the monit
Your soul, no matter what -Chapter 6-Your soul, no matter what -Chapter 6-2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You were starting to sweat a lot while Sebastian brought your dress more higher each seconds. You wanted to kick him badly but you couldn't even move a muscle. In your head, you were swearing like there is no tomorrow and thought about killing yourself the minute he released you. You couldn't take it anymore, you wanted to die. No more rape, no more demon and mostly, no more Sebastian. It would be the end of everything.
- " Well, well, Bassy~ You know how to handle a lady~ " said a voice who made the both of you froze.
You glanced at Sebastian's face and you nearly laugh your ass off. His face was priceless, that he looked like he wanted to disappear right on the spot. He slowly turned around, a dark scowl on his features and he eyed the red haired man (woman?) who stood by the door. You wanted to cried tears of happiness from the fact that Sebastian was interrupted. He sighed deeply before releasing, adjusting your dress before standing in front of you.
- " Grell, I hoped that I would
SuicideSlash my wristsSuicide10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slit my throat
Feeling the drain of blood
Days long past passing before my eyes
Have no feeling now
I see nothing but black
No fire, no bright light
Nothing exists after death
Noting not you, and not me
Than I awake
With the blade still in my hand
Untouched by my blood
I put it down and walked into the black abyss
AmericaxReader Movie Night part 1AmericaxReader Movie Night part 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
“Hey (Name)!” Your friend Alfred called as you walked towards the bus after school.
“Hey Al, what’s up?”
“Well I was just wondering if… you know… you wanted to watch a movie with me?” He asked, sounding a bit shy, though for him that was the same as being normal…
“Sure. Uh… when?”
“How about tonight a six?” He replied, quickly reverting to his usual self.
“Kay, see ya at six! I’ll meet you at your house!” I hollered as I jumped onto my bus to go home just as it was about to leave you behind.
~~~~~~~~Le Time Skipe~~~~~~~~~
You were all set for your movie with Alfred. You had been crushing on him for a long time. You adored everything about him, from his blonde hair to his big personality. You were wearing your favorite (color) shirt, and pair of jeans and your favorite pair of (shoe color and name) You added a little makeup to your (skin tone) features, using (color) eye shado
A Warrior's Death -SPOILERS-A Warrior's Death -SPOILERS-8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Lightning clawed through the wild sky. Sorreltail flinched; the storm was raging all around her, and it didn't look like it was going to stop anytime soon. As if to prove its strength, thunder echoed throughout the forest.
The tortoiseshell queen crouched near the mouth of the nursery, gazing out into the stone hollow. Her four kits, Molekit, Cinderkit, Poppykit, and Honeykit, about four moons now, were tucked into her fur. There they sheltered from the storm, remaining dry and warm.
Sorreltail gave a tense sigh. A horrible feeling was beginning to engulf her--something was going to happen. She could feel it in her fur. Yet she was no medicine cat; she couldn't detect this uprising feeling of terror.
Not far away she heard other ThunderClan cats talking. After straining her ears, she detected the voices of Birchfall, a newly-made tabby warrior, and Thornclaw.
Mold Greg was cleaning behind his toilet on a Friday when a voice came from within the wall.Mold3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Hey!" the voice said. "Look, I give, all right? I'm coming out!" Greg watched as a stream of black-and-white goo poured out of a crack near where he'd been scrubbing. It smelled of mildew, and, when enough of it came out, formed itself into the shape of a man.
"What are you?" Greg asked, looking up at its globby face.
"I'm the mold that lived behind your toilet," it said, "and I'm here to be your friend."
"Because I didn't develop self-awareness without reason, and you're a loser who cleans his bathroom on a Friday. Get your keys; we're going to the park."
Greg drove. They went to the basketball courts and the mold won in one-on-one against Greg. Twice.
"You need to exercise more," it said. "
Apocalyptic - GERITAFandom: HetaliaApocalyptic - GERITA3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Pairing: GerIta (Germany/Italy)
“Germany! Germany, you’re home! Doitsu!”
The little Italian squeals in the doorway, voice gaining pitch with each eager syllable. In fact, the German stood on the other side of the doorframe is pretty sure that his younger friend is reaching the limits of where only dogs can hear his accented cries. But that in no way mars the fact that he, the German, is home and now he can get back to looking after the clumsy little Italian like only he can.
Before Germany can even walk through the door of his home, he has a chestful of sobbing Italian clinging to him as though nothing else matters. Quite used to Italy’s simultaneous outbursts of emotion by now, the taller man simply strokes his back, savouring the feeling of his best friend in his arms; the feeling of home.
“Why are you crying, Italia?” A deep baritone questions, allowing concern to drip into his voice as he feels Italy trembling
Snape: A Teacher and a RockerHe stares at the instrument as if it is forbidden fruit and slowly inches his way toward it as if it speaks to him. In his fifteen years as Potions Master of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Severus Snape had not once considered the idea of being anything else than a schoolmaster but gazing upon this bizarre looking piece of musical equipment makes him think otherwise. Before he had confiscated it he had seen one of the Gryffindor students playing it in the corner of the dungeon and, though it had infuriated him to no end that one of those dunderheads should not be paying attention to the lesson nevertheless the music that was coming out of the black instrument was enthralling and alluring. What is this called? As he thinks, Severus can hear what the student had called it. His bass guitar yes! Thats what this mysterious thing is called, a bass guitar, an instrument useful in popular wizard rock bands.Snape: A Teacher and a Rocker7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
With a shaking hand Severus reaches out and w
EnglandXReader: Chivalry is not DeadEnglandXReader: Chivalry is not Dead2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fairytales are lovely things and beautiful memories of childhood. They contain magical beings such as fairies, mermaids, gnomes, witches, and dragons. Also, you rarely find a fairytale without a damsel in distress or a gallant, chivalrous knight.
It is during these childhood days and fairytale literature when one sighs wistfully, longing for a handsome gentleman or prince. It is when you’ve grown-up, you realize, these are nothing more than fiction.
Chivalry is dead.
(Name) had that programmed into her mind. Those fairytales she used to read so much as a child were a fraud. The boys around her (save for her dad) loved to irritate her, either by flicking her head or ‘accidentally’ shoving her. Their reason? She’ll never know.
(Name) wasn’t ugly or weird (though she had her ’moments’) to be the arrow target of some of these mischievous males; in fact she was beautif
Chapter 13:The Gathering, pt.2Chapter 13Chapter 13:The Gathering, pt.27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Outside, the rain was falling in sheets. Anything not fixed to the ground was cast aside by the wind, and groans of thunder collapsed into echoing peals. Lighting flashed triumphantly across the sky. Rain fell so hard that it was difficult to see; a watery mist blanketed the yards and fields beyond Spinners End. What had started as a murky morning rain had become a full-fledged and wild storm.
In every garden, flowers bent their heads to the ground while their roots eagerly drank the sweet rain that seeped through the soil. It was the kind of untamed, life-giving storm that makes everything more alive the next day. Already the air was filling with the clean scent of water and dirt. To some the storm was an inconvenience. To those inside the Snape house it had come at exactly the right time: everyone was already settled before the hearth, sipping steamy cups of raspberry tea.
Chapter 5: 'You're a Witch'It had been a rainy spring thus far even for England. Every day seemed gloomier than the one before; each night darker than the last. Although the wet weather was fine for flowers it put a damper on outdoor activities. The Evans sisters, much to their dismay, had not been to the playground in one week. The longer Petunia and Lily were cooped up, the more disgruntled they became.Chapter 5: 'You're a Witch'7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Petunia was currently seated in the parlour, an angry look upon her pinched young face. Lily was sprawled on the floor, reading a mystery. She longed to chat, but she knew that Petunia was in no mood. Her sisters gaze was fixed on the wall which, Lily was convinced, would soon have a hole burned into it.
The silence was overwhelming. Lily could not take it any more. She rolled over onto her side and looked up at her sister.
I dont like this book.&
Chapter 14 - RaindropsThe afternoon went by slowly. After pudding, Mrs. Evans, Druella, and Eileen took to the kitchen for cleanup, leaving the children alone together in the parlour. Narcissa, perched upon a cushiony sofa, peered down at Severus and Lily, who were snuggled together under a moth-bitten, fleecy blanket. Her eyes were narrow as she glanced from Severus (who was glaring at Bellatrix) to Lily, who was looking out of the window, watching the storm with vacant eyes.Chapter 14 - Raindrops7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Bellatrix was staring at the ceiling which dripped raindrops from its cracks and crevices, occasionally sending a splash of water upon someones nose or eyelashes. Bellatrix stroked her glossy hair indifferently, her black eyes steady and disapproving.
Poor Andromeda sat with her back against an armrest, her skinny legs stretched out in front of her like a pair of stocking-clad twigs. The drumming of the rain served as a kind of peaceful music, w