Itches Chapter 13 ElevatorItchesItches Chapter 13 Elevator4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"OW! Bloody- Why did you slap me!?" Jessie whined, gingerly touching his reddened cheek.
"O-oh! I'm so sorry!" Chell apologized quickly. She released Rick's arms around her, going toward Jessie's voice, forgetting that the lights were out. Neither of them could see anything. Chell stopped in her tracks. She felt her hand brush against Jessie's she assumed, and grasped it in hers. Chell didn't trust Jessie not to accidentally fall into the acid pit.
Jessie looked up at the ceiling (or so he thought he was.) and as if on cue, a few lights scattered through out the test chamber flickered on dully. Chell promptly dragged Jessie with her into the new opening in the wall, slipping past the slanted panel.
"Hey, where you going?" Rick called squeezing through the panel as well. Chell felt Jessie's grip on her hand tighten, and he suddenly ran toward the elevator awaiting them.
"J-Jessie..!" Chell had no choice but to run along with him, with Rick simply jogging after them,(her) ca
its easier to not talk about itit's obvious that you've moved on,its easier to not talk about it11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but not in a way that does not haunt
and I see you all of the time,
talking to that new guy again
it burns me up,
but I never really say anything
because this fire belongs to me
and I don't want to hurt your feelings
like you've hurt mine,
and his hair is blonde and it goes so well
with your long dark strands
and I say this with a bitter tongue because
I play pretend images
of my dark head and your black hair
bobbing down the local park and it torments me.
I still haven't come to terms with the fact
that I can't have you
and that you would never want me that way again
once you did.
once you did and upon that time
you could not get over losing me as a friend
and I could never get under the elephant in the room
as we talk platonically
all I can ever think and understand is that
I fall more and more in love with you,
farther and farther and you say that I will land on my feet
but goddammit don't you under
CatacombsThis is torture, Pandora's box, a forever maze.Catacombs2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Praise the days your privileged to inhale sun rays.
For in this place,
the shelter of mummified bones,
unrest the moans of those,
In the Catacombs.
Exteriors, ghostly, vivid and crude.
Spirits shackled by mortal dues,
refuse to sleep in darkened tomb.
Awaiting their horizons, suns of mourning.
While tears and rivers, overflow with pouring.
Bound to their restless beds,
For in the Catacombs
Even the dead, haunt the dead
Mossy, overgrown Catacomb with ancient rocks.
The deep ones climb, these withering locks.
Within these halls, blows a breathless tone.
The soul count here, ten times that of Rome.
Home to charletons, abode to harlotons,
they fallow the seeds in this rotten garden.
Where nettles sprout sin, ivy decays skin.
For under this black unearthly dome,
they sow the fields,
In the Catacomb
No ode, nor score, shall be scribed in allure,
for these dreaded scorned folk, of no remorse.
Their gluttonous crus
The Outsiders Extra ChapterEpilogueThe Outsiders Extra Chapter7 years ago in Historical More Like This
Four years later
Ponyboy! I turn my head and see my older brother, Sodapop. Hes now nineteen, turning twenty soon. You coming? I nod my head and I go to the door where he is standing. Soda then opens the door and steps outside.
Hey Darry, can I drive?
No, we want to get there safely, Darry replies.
Same old Darry.
I get my shoes on and go outside to join my brothers.
You alright Ponyboy? asks Darry.
I cant tell Darry how I feel. We get along better now, but things still arent perfect. I get into the car, sitting in the back seat while Darry and Soda sit in the front. Were leaving now and heading towards a place that brings back painful memories. I look out at the scenery outside the car. Not much has changed in the past four years.
Sodas still working at the gas station with Steve. He now has a new girlfriend, but she isnt as nice as Sandy was
Request~! 2P Japan X ReaderYou were scared. You had to keep moving. He was following you. He had been following you for the past three months now. Leaving horrible dead spiky animals and roaches in your house, your mail, even at your work place, all for you. He always left a note too saying horrible things about you and your family. This man was a creep. He wanted you to be with him though, but you couldn’t stand him. He was terrifying to you. Finally it happened. You tripped over something and hit the ground. It hurt and soon you looked back. It was a dead puffer fish you had tripped over. You screamed once you saw it and quickly got to your feet and leaned on the wall. Your ankle was sprained, you could tell. He had to be around here. He knew where you would go to run. He knew everything about you he had once said in a letter. He knew how dark you were on the inside and how you wanted to be under him screaming and moaning his name covered in blood. Just thinking about all of that made you sick. ThatRequest~! 2P Japan X Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Lioness Part 3- A Draco Malfoy X Reader StoryA/N- So,this whole chapter is a dream, alright? Just in case you didn't get that by the title of the chapter.Lioness Part 3- A Draco Malfoy X Reader Story1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter 3- Dreaming of Memories
It was cold. It was really, really freaking cold, and all I wanted to do was wrap myself in a blanket and fall asleep. But I couldn’t focus on anything, the only thing in my mind was the nightmare I had just had. I couldn’t do anything but cry and hug my Teddy Bear in fear that my dream would one day come true. After about 10 minutes, my door opened and my dad peeked his head through a crack in the door.
“Is everything alright, (N/N)?” he asked, the concern in his voice so thick I broke down my usual tough (or as tough as a 9 year old could get) facade and shook my head.
“I had a terrible nightmare,” I said, tears still rolling down my cheeks. Dad walked over to my bed and sat next to me, holding me tight.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I shook my head no. “Do you just want me to stay until y
Broken LinesPeople are pencilsBroken Lines2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
that have fallen down. Surface
unmarred; cracked inside.
In Search of PunctuationThe exhausted traveler hung hisIn Search of Punctuation2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on its hook, dragging his eyes across
and through the curves
looking for any signs of sharpness
or flatland meadows; somewhere
he might rest.
He found nothing but
rhythmic swells and
the faint hands of an impresario
crafting the journeyrock
below his feet.
I suppose." But his cellular
structure was ringing
in his ears,
demanding audience & sleep.
APH: Peeping TomIt didn't take long for Gilbert to find out that his new neighbor could easily see into his house.APH: Peeping Tom3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Well, good morning, sexual! The albino grinned into his bathroom mirror, dropping a wink on his reflection. Guess who's handsome today? The smirk only spread as he made muscles, pleased with the image. Gun show! What, you wanna go? Come at me, br- OH SHIT. At the interruption of his thoughts, Gilbert stopped his self-admiration, falling over backwards into his bathtub in shock. He'd forgotten one very important thing that morning- that his new neighbor, some prissy Austrian guy, had fully moved into his house immediately next door. Before, when the house was empty, he really had no need for discretion- he'd strut around his house in little more than his boxers (and often less), pridefully posing in front of every mirror he encountered. Now, just a few meters away, the man was fixing gel into his hair in his own bathroom, ignorant of Gilbert's display of self-affection
StareStare3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One more time; Tell me again
Is it really a crime? a horrible strain?
let me suffocate you; with my sorrows
its the card you drew; you will suffocate tomorrow
its OK to smile; to laugh at the irony
stare, stare in that mirror a little while; understand the story
do you realized your completely insane?
all thoughts down the drain
one more time; show me your sin
closer to the mirror; I cant see from far away
oh comical laughter
you look so familiar
it doesn't add uppart of me is drowning in the possibilityit doesn't add up2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of escape, to cut out
the picture from the frame and run,
away away away.
it almost feels like theft
take me captivemore than anything, I fear freedomtake me captive11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Invisible GirlMaybe this was meant to be?Invisible Girl3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her never ending misery.
This was what fate had planned,
Spent moments gone in a flash.
So now she would be that invisible girl
No one cares to know her world.
Lost in their own thoughts and dramas
Not a moment spent for her.
Never again will she trust
Not a soul deserves to know
Who she is and who she wants to be
Are only for her to know.
Small piece of fictionI'm the mute man who learned to sing a song,Small piece of fiction2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
A blind man who's seen the horizon.
A walking contradiction,
A small piece of fiction.
I am the heartbroken who learned to love again,
A love struck dreamer.
A new believer.
I am not what those have called me,
And I have been called many things.
I am a dreamer who see's more that what is,
I don't believe in your reality.
So challenge me.
I've seen the sun and felt the warmth,
I have heard the heartbeat of another and fallen in time with the soft sound.
I've been beaten to the ground for what I believe,
Seen the blood from my veins pour out for those who sought it.
I am the downtrodden and the lonesome.
I am the man laying in the gutter bleeding his life away,
Singing the blues trying to wash away through another day.
You cannot see me,
But I am everywhere.
I am the start of new life,
The hope in the dreamers eye.
The tears in the devastated.
I am the walking contradiction,
A small piece of fiction.
CensorshipCross out the words that are screaming the mostCensorship2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everything that you need so badly, you deprive yourself of
Please do (and please don't)
I can't keep all these thoughts inside
(Let it be, you say.)
Sometimes I just want to explode
Flooding the world with these ideas,
these wild dreams
I don't care what you think.
I just need to let somebody know how I feel
You may pick yourself out of the rubble
when it's all said and done,
But as for me, I'll be dusting off my hands
putting them on my hips
Looking unashamed at everything
"Censor that, publishers."
Unexpected Visits What if Captain Jack met River's parents?Unexpected Visits2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Amy and Rory were putting away the groceries. A crack of lightning illuminated the room and they turned with smiling faces, to see a strange man standing in their kitchen.
He was tall, with a square jaw, cleft chin, and wearing a vintage World War II overcoat. “Why hello!” he said. His voice was more laden with innuendo than even River’s.
Amy and Rory looked at each other.
There was another crack of lightning. “Dammit, Jack! I said no personal settings!” River appeared in a billow of staticy hair.
“River?” Amy asked, in her stern mother’s voice.
“Won’t you introduce us?” the handsome man said with eager eyes.
“No, I will not!” River grabbed the man’s wrist and Amy saw that they were both wearing vortex manipulators. River reprogrammed the one on the man’s wrist with vengeful fingertaps.
“River, what’s going on?” Rory asked,
SurfersThe boys have gone,Surfers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And girl beside,
To ride the waves
Upon the tide.
To defy Poseidon's wrath
Against his watery plane.
how to stay sane in the real world1.how to stay sane in the real world10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you don’t know who you are
not yet, or not well,
so keep a small book around,
for clues and for notes.
write when you’re frustrated,
sad, upset and uncertain
even when your words seem
in someone else’s voice,
and one day, when you read it
it will all blend together
and be yours.
remember your family DOES love you
forever, and true,
even if sometimes they hurt you
senseless with words
and you swear that they hate
the fact that you breathe.
real love makes you bleed
as it does make you fly,
and you must learn
to love right, in this way
all the time.
don’t panic, not ever,
even when anxieties
pump your blood to your mouth.
let your family
your lovers support you
but learn to trust yourself.
because while they give you strength,
you are your savior.
stay calm and your answers
will find you.
know that happiness
dusts the palms
of your hands.
Mean - Prussia x ReaderMean - Prussia x Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She walked inside her house, slamming the door shortly after. She didn’t seem to give any importance to her bag, which she threw at the floor, to then jump on the couch. She laid down, face deep inside in the pillow and breathed in deeply.
Another day goes by.
Another day with boring classes, annoying amount of assignments and, of course, Gilbert. Ah, from all the bad things at high school, Gilbert Beilchsmidt was definitely the worst one. Every single day, just for her and a few other people, he was so bitter, so annoying, so… mean.
She didn’t understand why he insisted on picking on her. She never did anything to him, so why? Ugh, how it frustrated her. Who does he think he is to be so mean to someone who never did anything to him? She couldn’t care less about his opinion, thank god. At least, that’s what she said. That’s what she thought.
Did he, or her even know how much this took her down? Maybe it was the new cool thing, pointing out people
caring for p(o)etsscribbling down vicious verses oncaring for p(o)ets2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tissue napkins while seated at
the corner of a sidewalk cafe is
about as romantic, raw and
honest a p(o)et
-outside of the four corners of your bedpost-
if you've got that person dreading over
drafts and dreams on end
-of you, for you-
consider yourself a new owner
it is now time to
tame this p(o)et's perverse mane
you've got your hands on
a fragile purebred
which can be very tricky for
when they tell you to kill yourselfthey allow you just one beliefwhen they tell you to kill yourself2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as long as you can hold yourself
i’m not worth more
that someone sunk
into a shrieking hive of cooling fans
and the peculiar reticence of diodes.
don’t believe me?
see what happens
when i topple them.
i’ll be disowned.
they’ll banish me from bars, from grocery aisles
set fire to my house
boil my children in street cauldrons
and sell off my lover.
whatever it was
you put in for
on day one
when they knocked on your door
and left the world
strapped to a timebomb
in your porch swing
what cavity you craved
with all you have left in you:
the burden of your beast
what groves you’ll seed
in spaces they’ll provide
between the sidewalk
and the donut store
or off the interstate
leave it in its shell
round and smooth and purring through the womb
like it was the day before its breach
or the night you fist it into being
and for christssake