Gift for ~CartoonDude95Gumdrop slammed the front door to his house and walked inside. He plopped down next to his 15 year old sister, Skye on the couch. Skye was watching TV.Gift for ~CartoonDude952 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Something the matter, Gummypuss?" she said in a caring sisterly tone.
"It's nothing.....and don't call me that!"
"C'mon, tell me!" said Skye, rubbing Gumdrop's back.
Gumdrop put his head in his hands.
"What about her?"
"I think I'm in love with her........."
"Aww! You two would make a great couple!"
"Shut up! She doesn't even feel the same way........."
"Oh, I think she does......."
"How the HELL do you know?" spat Gumdrop.
"Have you ever seen Alex bug someone to wrestle that wasn't YOU?"
"And how often does she ask you to wrestle her?"
"It's obvious she's only doing it to get 'closer' to you...."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm saying she does it to get CLOSER to you!"
Gumdrop was silent for a moment, obviously not getting the mental picture that Skye was trying to portray to hi
LonelinessShe sits alone at night,Loneliness10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Accompanied by her loneliness.
It touches her hand,
And has a hold on her heart.
No one can come in,
And she can't get out.
Her savior is buried beneath the soil,
Labeled by a stone that read,
"Here Lies a Loving Husband"
Marking the beginning of her loneliness.
His soul once carried her to heaven,
And his love kept her feet on the ground,
And his pressence kept her warm,
On those cold winter nights.
Lonely was not an emotion she possessed.
She held his hand,
From day one to the end,
The night he took his last breath,
She kissed his forehead,
And whispered of her love.
His dying words,
"Don't cry for me."
And she didn't.
She sat alone at night,
Holding her loneliness tight,
But not a tear was shead.
And yet her soul bled for him.
Bleak Orchard: Collector's Ed.The Bleak Orchard: Collector's Edition.Bleak Orchard: Collector's Ed.4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Basically, Hurt-me-plenty and I toyed with the idea of putting all the finished chapters into a big, semi-professional-looking .pdf file, which would give me a little more freedom with format, font, etc. We could also add artwork, but neither of us are really known for making visual masterpieces, so we'd have to recruit some help somehow. We also had the idea of furnishing some 'bonus content' in the form of omitted material, the original versions of one or two chapters that ended up getting rewritten, and maybe some humorous 'outtakes' or behind-the-scenes looks at our witty banter between sections.
Obviously, this is a ways off. I haven't even finished editing the normal chapters yet! Right now, I'm gauging interest. Comment here or on my page's current journal, and let me know your thoughts:
- Which of those bonus materials sound interesting, and which don't?
- If you're an artist, would you consider making some fanart of the characters, setti
Pokemon Creepypasta-Natsuko Trusts YouPokemon Creepypasta-Natsuko Trusts You10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Trust. This is a concept that most of us don't really think of in our everyday lives. I never did. It was a sort of unspoken thing-I trusted my parents to take care of me until I was old and learned enough to fend for myself. I trusted my friends to be there for me whenever I was having a rough time of things or needed assistance, a bond that I made sure to return tenfold. I trusted my doctors to aid me if I were sick or injured. You get the general idea.
If you were to go so far, you could even say I trusted in reality; the invisible barriers that kept our world from becoming something out of a comic or movie. Those fantasies were fun: to fly or have super-strength or be able to interact with creatures unknown, or scary: the destruction of the world or annihilation of humanity due to whatever threat you wanna slap down.
But the one thing I could count on was that they weren't real. Those zombies on my TV screen weren't suddenly going to show up in my front yard.
I guess what I really
an unfair indulgenceindulgent ponderingan unfair indulgence1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
wondering if I had
kissed a girl
pretty in her insecurities-
anxieties masked by regiments of beauty-
fears dispersed in the wisps of perfume-
voice a practiced steady to never let out a quiver of her anticipation-
would her hidden energies
the man I could be
in the boy I was?
all of my evolution
she had yet to master?
it is my fate to remain wistful
Fallen Angel"They're only blackberry stains, Scottie." She assures me, soft voice lilting and whispery like the east coast wind, tinged with the taste of salt, that teases her obsidian hair.Fallen Angel4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm tracing the harsh purple bruises that tell painful stories as they paint her ivory skin like serpent tails, crawling down her concave collarbones, and curling unforgivingly around her thin upperarms.
"Angel kisses will wipe them all away while I sleep." She promises, brushing my fingers away from her bleached porcelain skin, as if she might break under my fleeting and gentle touch, and I wonder which one of us she's trying to convince.
"You're the only angel I've ever seen." I reply, smiling and trying to grasp her hand in my own, as she pushed me further
"No...I fell from Heaven too long ago." She whispers, more to the bluffs at our backs than to me, "I got lost in the poison ivy and briar thorns, ripping and tearing at my skin like demon teeth. The sky seemed so far away, and blackness buried the sun, co
The Rooms - Final EditEveryone carries a room about inside him. This fact can even be proved by means of the sense of hearing.The Rooms - Final Edit3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Roger Samson, for example, though nominally on a city bus, was in fact located in a small windowless home office, to which the door was quite soundproof. His doctor had recommended that he get hearing aids, but Roger remembered the days of parchment-thin walls, and to these he was not anxious to return.
Thus Gloria Wibble had been quite unsuccessful in trying to get his attention.
"Excuse me, sir, would you be able to move your backpack? There aren't any other seats."
Roger, on the bus, bristled and opened his eyes; Roger, in the office, removed his headphones and tore himself away from the game of Flight Simulator in which he was perpetually engaged. There had been a knock on the door, and it was growing quite insistent.
"Oh, here, yes, of course," he mumbled, opening the door to his clean quiet office by means of the left backpack strap. He sat the lumpy object down at his feet an
Return of Bleak Orchard: Collector's Edition!www.deviantart.com/art/Bleak-O…Return of Bleak Orchard: Collector's Edition!7 months ago in Settings More Like This
That's right, it's coming! As in, within a month at most! It only took me two whole months of unemployment to finish it...
Just need to add in special features and pictures and such, then I'll release it on Amazon Createspace, probably. If you have other suggestions for where it could end up, contact me! The price will be 5-10 dollars; I know that's asking a lot considering as I've never charged for anything before, but I could use the money, being jobless. If you like my work, please contribute! In the end, you are encouraging me to write more, after all!
Thank you to everyone who helped make this thing a reality, and to those of you who continue to watch my page after such a prolonged absence! I owe a lot to this community
Love's EternityAcross A crowded RoomLove's Eternity3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see you
In your entirety.
Across The Room
I sneak a look
At your strong figure
As you write.
You look up,
Now and then,
I divert my eyes
Not to be Exposed.
I look back at you
And you look at me
Our eyes, locked
For what feels like an eternity.
In that moment
I'm in love with you
I love your eyes.
The Day They Unearth UsThe day they unearth usThe Day They Unearth Us1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
truth will be known
our graves were never dug
but raised up around our heads
by that which we threw
It was only semi-conscious
for we saw we were sinking
so we tossed
bits of self-
no doubt were noble,
but missing logic
all the same
What we alleviated
our beings of
slowly died and became
more of the mire
that held us down
Entombed in self-inflicted irony
drowned in self-sacrifice
done in by the best of our intentions
we will be unearthed
DemonsKeep your distanceDemons10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
all my demons writhe
coming vigorously alive
beyond the light
where dreams die
and hope cries
you'll find no softer side
wishes are lost lies
feeding their high
Keep your distance
all my demons connive
plotting only demise
as rancor and fury collide
new poisons arise
air too thick to bide
and time is dry
You'll find no place to hide
pride is a lowly goodbye
that they chide
Keep your distance
all my demons deny
that anything be implied
secrets I confide
mocked and cast aside
laughter is sly
You'll be arrantly deprived
misguided but concise
they still contrive
Keep your distance
only my demons survive
a cryptic religion realized
can't be described
twisted and eerie designs
macabre to the naked eye
You'll never revive
a life demented and contrite
perfect pain only they provide..
DemonsDemonsDemons7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Fate of darkness
Fate of hell
Makes me crawl
Makes me yell
Deep inside me demons hide
and above me, darkness flies
In my heart it hurts
whatever bright into black turns
When i scream it doesnt come from me
but from a demon who lets me be
My demon makes me live
makes me love
My deadly deamon makes me HatE!
makes me realize
my hell for fate
But as much as they can be dark
they can light a hope spark
My demons can show me the way
through the rough times
how to fight and how to slay
How to resist all darkness around me
how to fight what i can not see
And when i lay all defeated and crumbled on the floor
the darkest smile comes from my core
Smile from my inner darkest soul
sound of my demons howl
Even if dark
it lets me walk on this world
even if bad
it prevents me from feeling cold
And even if ppl say that demons are bad
they help me survive
and let me rest in my bloody bed
So raise your fists for your inner you
for demons ,their blood
and hope that they will gu
Moon SonataI stood by myselfMoon Sonata4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
leaned on the edge of the window
With the guitar and lonely cloud
who dreamt for his diamond of the night
Would this moment be over soon
let the wind blow it
the same as the previous nights
I ignored the star's smile
for I was not singing for her
These notes were still free
unbound by my thoughts and feelings
But the time was over
as your shadow hugged me tenderly
Closing the window behind my back
and took this soul out for a joy
My guitar will sing
for you my dearest
Drabble 65: Damn Skirts (Pervy Mikoto x Reader)Damn Skirts (Pervy Mikoto x Reader)Drabble 65: Damn Skirts (Pervy Mikoto x Reader)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Skrew me, skrew my life and skrew the stupid Ashinaka High School for making me where this stupid uniform. Mostly this overly short pink skirt. Seriously, who even invent these kind of skirts for school? What if the perverted wind would suddenly come and fly my skirt up and show my panties. Or if I'm in the bus and some pervert or pedo would grope my ass. Or someone would peek below and picture my panty then post it in the internet! I bet this person who allowed short skirts to be worn in school as a uniform is a real pervert.
Anyways, I made my way to the HOMRA bar in my uniform cuz I'm too lazy to change into some comfortable clothes. Besides, they don't mind me wearing this around them cuz I always come to the bar wearing this after school.
"Welcome back." Izumo said as I entered the bar.
"Yo." I replied to him.
"Do you seriously have to ask?" I groaned, placing my elbows on the counter. "You've asked me that everytime I enter here
Argument with my heart*I love him.*Argument with my heart5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Get out of my head!
*I need him.*
Leave me alone!
*I miss him.*
I said go!!
*I will never stop loving him.*
*I can't, not until you see it too*
i'm begging you...
*Fine, but remember what I said will always be true*
things can change
*Sometimes, but he left a mark on me...*
someone can leave a bigger one
*But I want him...*
well you can't have him!
*You want him too*
No I dont!
*You can't live in denial.*
It's not denial.
*Say what you want but I know how you feel...*
I won't say I love him.
even if I do......
bird wings.theres a girl who has irses the colour of running ink. she covers canvasses with blood-red paint and covers note books in everything she wishes she could be. hanging red canvasses on the blue walls in her room sometimes make her feel as though she's burning. when she comes home from school she lays on her bed and she cries, burning from the inside out.bird wings.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
theres a girl who spends her nights curled in a ball, in the park behind her house. her cheeks are decorated in purple-blue-black bruises and her tights are ripped. i want to hold her to my chest and run my fingers through her sienna hair; hold her hands and kiss her fingers. i want to protect her, keep her in a cage and make sure that no one can get in.
there's a girl who has sand through her hair, and dirt underneath her fingernails. she reminds me of long, crashing waves that you see at the ocean. the kind that you can't fight, the kind that looks so gentle and calm until they finally reach the shore; then they fall and break. vio
Drabble 27: Punishment (Saruhiko x Reader)Punishment (Saruhiko x Reader)Drabble 27: Punishment (Saruhiko x Reader)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I cursed myself that I failed my mission that was given from Fushimi-kun. My mission was to kidnap Misaki Yata but failed earning me a cut on my neck. But I also earned Misaki a punch on the face. My cut was still open and I didn't have time to wrap it up. I think I'll have to inform Fushimi-kun first before wrapping up my wound.
I walked to the room where Fashimi-kun told me to go after my mission which was an unused room at the top floor of the headquarters. He told me to keep the mission secret from the King. So I did. Once I was at the door of the room, I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath before going inside. I opened the door and went inside the room. I searched the room with my eyes to find Fushimi-kun. The room was clean even though it was unused. It seems that he isn't here...
"How did it go?" I slightly jumped and turned around to see Fushimi right behind me. Maybe he just went in without me noticing. Damn his light feet.
I faced him and b
painyou're disgusting.pain11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i hope you know that every time you show your face,
i cringe, collapse into rage.
you flay my body with cutting board scissors
and laugh at the sight of my blood.
it's everywhere, staining everything.
my clothes are ruined,
splotched with your dirty curse.
i can't ignore you
when you're so persistent,
grinding me like coffee beans
to grit beneath your boots.
i'm a shipwreck. you're the bottom of the ocean,
i collapse into bathroom stalls
like a rag doll,
falling on my knees and begging for mercy.
you're the reason i have medication.
i swallow pill after pill,
but they don't let me forget you.
i feel you within me,
twisting, pulling at my guts.
there's some idea out there
that women are like snow-capped strawberries,
but you are the part of me
that releases the bitter, razor-edged leaves.
my mom tells me i'm being melodramatic.
it's just a period, after all.
The Envious MoonThe moon's envious glow,The Envious Moon3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is nothing more, than the suns bright rays
shinning back from a gray face.
The loneliest person in the world,
she can only reflect what others disperse
and never show her own light.
Sometimes though, she gets her desires
to change the light she reflects
and becomes orange or red.
It never lasts though.
She finds solace in her reflection
to know that she is actually there,
and to feed what little pride she has.
And the moon sits alone
never to have company.
Only her mournful shriek her only sound.
She can never be the one
who provides light and comfort.
The most she can do
is give off a little reflected light,
that isn't even her own.
Everyone loves the sun,
that warm, life birthing parent.
And everyone ignores,
the pale envious moon.
Who wants nothing more
than to be loved.
The Ghostly TruthBloodied and BatteredThe Ghostly Truth3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A never ending corridor.
Specters glide past
Without another look.
I try to speak,
I try to scream for help
No one seems to notice,
No one seems to care.
These specters are so real
These figures are so ghostly
Passing through me
Unaware of my existence.
Along the corridor
A single window appears
On the wall
I look out to see the clouds,
I look out and see
Of these apparitions.
Then is the moment
Are not ghosts