The Tale of an Argonian ch.1Gazing towards the distant mountains, Makeo let out a sigh. "Another long day," he said to himself, scratching the back of his scaly neck. The sun was beginning to disappear behind the horizon. It would be dark soon; he had to start making his way home. He stood, picking up the sack he had filled with mushrooms that day, and began walking away from his sitting place.The Tale of an Argonian ch.15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This sitting place was located on the northeastern edge of a hill about an hour's walk from Makeo's home. Specifically, it was against a large oak tree on the edge of the hill. He would walk to this tree with his breakfast every morning, then sit and eat while contemplating ways to escape his mundane life. After his morning meal, he would go home and do the day's work, later spending the afternoon hours collecting mushroom caps, firewood, or whatever his uncle needed. Every evening, he returned to sit underneath the tree until sunset. It was the only place where he really felt alone and free to think and dream as he please
The Tale of an Argonian ch.3Makeo and Witseidutsei sat together for a while, discussing things of varying significance as Makeo finished his sweetroll. Eventually Makeo decided to retire for the night; it was still early, but his muscles were starting to ache. The swordfight may have been brief, but was fast-paced and the physical activity which he wasn't used to had a negative affect on his body. Witseidutsei wished him a good night's sleep. Raymus and Ali came along to the Lodge later in the evening, both having finished their own business. Raymus carried in a rather large sack of gold which he showed off to Witseidutsei--a hundred and six septims from selling the pelts and the meat. Ali simply gave Witseidutsei a quick "Hello" before going to his room; he was exhausted from walking all day and his voice was hoarse from repeatedly telling Makeo's story to just about every townsperson whose attention he could get hold of.The Tale of an Argonian ch.35 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Not able to sleep, Witseidutsei left the Lodge sometime after midnight to get some fresh ai
To Write Love on Her ArmsLittle black lines,To Write Love on Her Arms2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All along her arms.
Tiny ink spines,
Hold such secret charms.
Where there once was blood,
Now rests a simple word.
Wards away the filth and mud,
Yet never to be heard.
Never to be spoken,
These letters stand alone.
Guarding what was broken,
They stay the Devil’s stone.
Cover scars from other lives-
Free her from her pen.
Times of blood; of fear; of knives-
She will live again.
To Be HumanI'm staring down glass,To Be Human2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Only to find,
A horrible creature,
I can't bring to mind.
I'm sitting in hallways,
Touching my face.
I used to love something;
Was it this place?
I'm dreaming of someone;
I can't grasp his name.
I must have forgotten,
While writhing for fame.
At night I am breathing;
But am I alive?
The times I'm alone,
I question my drive.
Could I be a person?
I really don't know.
The things you desire,
I simply can't show.
TIMEDay becomes nightTIME1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Beginning is an end
Tomorrow was yesterday
The future is the past
An hour becomes a minute
A second was a year
Quickly moving backward
Slowly moving forward
Life is death
Death was life
Start at the finish
Finish at the start
Falling ShortHe was playing with acid,Falling Short2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The acid in his throat,
And pulling on his bones,
When father hung his coat.
He played a harp of marrow,
And a stomach tambourine.
He barely had the tears to cry,
When man became machine.
His wants became essential,
And needs became too thick.
The insides tried to eat themselves
And made his body sick.
Dad said that he loved him,
But then he drove away.
He knew he was responsible,
But knew not what to say.
If screaming is a symphony,
Then mother played it best.
Weakness, always weakness,
Was dancing in his chest.
At night he heard the crying,
At night when lights are dim.
He asked her why she hated life,
She whispered it was him.
A bottle by the bedside,
Was where he kept his friends.
And flirting with monoxide,
Is how the story ends.
Not EnoughI'm not for this world.Not Enough1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The terrifying echoes of commands I cannot conquer
Rattle the thin blood beneath my skin.
Shedding my discomfort, shunning it,
I bare my heart to the world to be picked and probed
Until what's left is pussed and welted.
And I stop.
Catatonic euphoria spills over my fluid muscles,
Singing me to paralysis.
But I cannot rest.
Sleep is void, painful stagnancy,
And it eats the spirits that should illuminate my eyes.
They are cold,
And beg each life I see for spare shreds of dignity to feed on.
I cannot make my own.
Not on this wilting crust, burdened by its children.
That which this place consists of cannot sustain my voracious hunger.
It is not enough.
It is too much.
It drains me
And bloats me
With its deficit of compatible existences.
It Gets BetterListen,It Gets Better1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every year starts and ends with winter
There's nothing you can do about that
I know it's frustrating
To step out of your house
And see the path you just paved
Covered in snow
But please, be patient
Because the more snow you pile up,
The greener your grass will be
In the spring
If OnlyIf only you could understand the depths to which I hate myself; like a maniac bottled inside a cage with barbed wire around his throat. If only you could see the blood I've shed, bottled up and buried with the last remnants of my being, just to stop offending your eyes. If only you could fathom the horrors these two eyes have lived; so potent in the night, rendering me sleepless still. If only you could feel the fire burning in my chest; the relentless yearning transfixed behind thick walls of flesh. If only you could touch the longing; so desperate, like a fish that swims through sewers, calling out behind dark corners; begging for another life. If only you could understand; if only you could see. For if you could then maybe, during those rare moments when our gazes touch- yours a glistening amethyst, mine contorted clay- and you almost seem to smile back, you'll forget to spit.If Only2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Waiting for the StormWaiting for a tidal wave,Waiting for the Storm2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sitting by the sea,
I won't hear you screaming,
When water swallows me.
I still taste your kindness,
And I still feel your wrath,
But all will be forgotten,
Beneath nature's bath.
Can you smell the sea foam,
Rising through the air?
These gentle jaws of water,
Will silence our despair.
I hold my arms beside me,
As the liquid takes its toll,
And as my ember softens,
The ocean takes me whole.
The Sandman's CurseRestless for days,The Sandman's Curse2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sleepless for nights,
My body adorned,
With the Sandman's sharp bites.
All of the ways,
To put out the lights,
My mind it is plagued
By invisible fights.
Things That Are BlueI wish I could be beautiful,Things That Are Blue1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and wear blue dresses
without looking sad in them
because I don’t look pretty.
I wish I could be the ocean,
if just so the blue of my eyes
will finally mean something
other than smiles lost.
And I wish I was born
with cold fingers and blue skin,
if just so the time wasted
would mean more than this.
Daddy's BoyDaddy dearest loves his son;Daddy's Boy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who plays with charcoal, hid from sun;
Surely he’s just having fun.
Daddy dearest feeds him well;
He’s not hungry- he’s just swell,
And stealing treats sends boys to Hell.
Daddy dearest buys him shirt;
Green and strange- so small it hurts;
But that's okay; it beats just dirt.
Daddy dearest drinks his bile;
Only thing that makes him smile;
Helps forget- just for a while.
Daddy dearest tells him story;
Of death and drugs and empty glory;
Tells him life is far too gory.
Daddy dearest puts boy to bed;
Blanket of drywall to tuck in head;
Don't mind the bugs that wait to be fed.
Boy is frightened, scared, and sad;
Starts to wonder if he's mad;
But soon remembers dear old dad.
On and on his wonder grows;
As he looks at food; at bed; at clothes;
But in his heart he always knows:
Daddy dearest loves his son.
Even though he says he's done.
Even though he tries to run.
Dad will always love his son.
FearSurely, that's not how it is. Why would it be? Where is this going?Fear2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I turn it.
The last few drops cleanse my face. The heat clings to my skin only to be torn off and replaced by the embracing cold. I pause... but only for a moment, before stepping out into the unwelcoming domain of grey.
The day begins.
I shiver slightly as I step around and notice the emergence of colour in my surroundings. The dry and colourless air was being slowly flooded as if the night sky was being stained by the rapidly encroaching morning. The harsh yellows of sunlight chased away the delicately silvered stars which resided on the massive inkblot known as the night sky.
An impressive sight rivalled and possibly surpassed only by the spectacle of the inkblot itself being engulfed from all sides by navy and tinges of cerulean.
All traces of the evening shimmered briefly and died down. Remnants of the previous night were only remembered by those who lived in it and appreciated the beauty of what existed above.
Attention Wh*reBreak a smile,Attention Wh*re2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Feed the flames.
Eat the light,
Feast on lies.
This sick plight,
Is your disguise.
Lost in faces,
Escape these places,
Stay the tears,
I detest what you do.
You are my fears,
For I am you.
Depressed NorwayXReaderDepressed NorwayXReaderDepressed NorwayXReader1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I rolled over facing my sleeping girlfriend's back. Thats what my life seems to be now. Everyone's back to me. I look down at my wrists. They were cut so many times. When Y/n asks, I tell her the cat did it.
The sun was starting to rise. Y/n rolls over to face me, still asleep. She mumbles something. Did I want her to wake up? I get up to take a shower. As I shower I reach for my razor to make more cuts down my arm.
I hear the door open, Y/n walks in. I rinse my razor blade as I hear her rustling around. Then I rinse my cuts, they wouldn't stop bleeding.
"Hey....Lukas" she says
(Note, you can't see him because of the curtain)
"Uh" I say trying to hide
"I was wondering if you wanted to come to the bar tonight. Vilot's giving us a discount if we go" she says
I don't want to, but I could tell Y/n really wants to
"You can go...I'll stay home" I say
"And do what have the cat claw you even more? Please Lukas, we haven't had a date night in awhile" she pleads
A Poor Soul's PatienceThrough the haze of rain and blurred spectacles, I stare uninterestedly at my surroundings. Strangers swim in and out of focus, but it doesn’t matter. Should it?A Poor Soul's Patience1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Safely under my umbrella, I whip out my mobile phone and check the time.
Late by seventeen minutes already? How disappointing. No, I shouldn’t say that. She’s not even that late… no one’s perfect, and being ever-so-slightly late is perfectly understandable. Besides, this weather doesn’t do public travel any justice. Yes, that’s right - Perfectly understandable.
I’ll wait for a bit longer.
Countless indistinguishable characters continued to drift past me. Some rushed around, hoping to get from one place to another as quickly as possible. On the other hand, some sauntered and ambled around slowly; probably with nothing to look forward to. Already in a fairly unfavourable situation, I failed to sympathise with these commuters. Or, perhaps I was just generally apathetic to th
TransparencyStanding in a sea of faces,Transparency2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stand so very much alone.
I stand and think of all the places,
I might not taste of stone.
Voices slip throughout the valley,
Tumbling in the winter breeze.
Whispers pass my empty galley,
And search for souls to squeeze.
Boys meet girls and girls meet boys,
Dancing through my head.
While children play with brand new toys,
I’ll wonder if I’m dead.
I’ve screamed and cried and searched my mind,
Like a child calls his parent.
But every time I always find,
That I am still transparent.
I take the gun and open wide,
I taste metal on my throat.
I take my vows and forgo pride,
That’s when I find her note.
“In the silence guilt will breed,
But I know you’re the one.
In the nothing shame will feed,
But you are still my son.”
In her words- a bitter taste,
Or something I've forgotten.
In her words- a sense of haste,
A reason to be begotten.
That's why I laugh at all the gestures;
Pretending they’re for me.
It's why I gaze
Red String of Fate Germany X Reader Part OneRed String of Fate Germany X Reader Part One1 year ago in Romance More Like This
"H-Hallo?" Your voice rang out like a lonely bell as you cautiously walked into the pitch black room.
"Mr. B-Beilschmidt? I'm here f-for my test out-" You warningly/pleadingly called out into the darkness hoping another human being was shielded with in.
It seemed almost like a bad horror movie, you had watched with your father, as you slowly moved through the foreign room and all you could hear was your shallow breathing and your petite foot steps.
You looked down at your small wrist watch as the time read 7:50 sharp. Your meeting with Mr. Beilschmidt wasn't until 8 O'clock but your father had always told you to be ten minutes early. This rule was mostly made up to keep his German pride about always being on time.
You noticed as what appeared to be a side office or at least a side room start to come into view on the far side of the schools gym.
"H-Hallo?!" You called out again as you thought you saw a black shadow glide across the gyms glossy floors.
Your brain was runni
Lost in Italy|RomanoxReaderRomanoxReader - Lost in ItalyLost in Italy|RomanoxReader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You knew you were absent headed, were curious and got lost easily but did you ever listen to your gut? It was a rhetorical question but I'll answer anyways. The answer is no, you never listened to your gut and alway ended up in trouble. Today was no exception, the only difference was that you did it in a completely unknown place. I should explain, well in very simple words you were lost… lost in Italy. The only thing you knew was that you were in Siena, nothing else. You might be asking yourself if she's so absent minded why didn't she just get a tour group or something of the like, well I did! But I lost them as well, ugh, let me just start from the beginning.
My friend [f/n] had decided to move to Italy after finishing her degree on architecture, it was one her life-long dreams. She moved to Siena, which is in Tuscany, Italy by the way. This summer she invited me to stay over at her place so I could tour Italy to my hearts content, I ,of co
Make Pasta Not War (Reader Insert)(Name) glared at the young master. She hated how he didn't let her and her brother, Feliciano, make pasta. The man wouldn’t even let her go near his piano! She paced back and forth, determined to get into that kitchen and make some pizza with her brother whether Roderick liked it or not.Make Pasta Not War (Reader Insert)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Now then, (Name), I am leaving to go do some things, and I will leave Elizabeta here to watch you. Do not go near my piano, or make pizza. Obey Elizabeta without any question. Now then do you have any questions?” Roderick explained.
“Oh great young master” She started sarcastically, “all I have to say is this: Give me pizza, or give me war.”
He just shook his head, “Elizabeta I am
The Prince and the Apprentice Ch 4: Fili x ReaderYou had encountered trolls before and you loathed them immensely. As Fili, Kili, and Bilbo scoured the area looking for clues as to what had happened to the ponies you broke off from the group and searched for tracks that could lead you to them.The Prince and the Apprentice Ch 4: Fili x Reader11 months ago in Drama More Like This
“Hey, there’s a light,” Fili called quietly, catching your attention.
You followed the three of them as they dashed through the underbrush and hid behind two trees. You slid in next to Bilbo just as one of the trolls walked by carrying Myrtle and Minty under his arms.
“He’s got Myrtle and Minty,” Bilbo groaned, “I think they’re going to eat them. We need to do something!”
“Yes, you should,” Kili answered, much to the displeasure and confusion of the Hobbit. “Mountain trolls are slow and stupid and you’re so small, they’ll never see you. It’s perfectly safe, we’ll be right behind you”.
“If you run into trouble hoot twice like a barn owl, o
The Hunt: Werewolf!2p!GermanyxHunter!ReaderIt was a dark and not stormy night, and (Y/N) was out on her first hunt, though in retrospect, it would have been better to wait for the next wolf’s attack, and the informer would have been wiser to assign this hunt to another, more experienced hunter. But, now was not the time for would haves and should haves, and since she bore the mark that all hunters had, should she be injured by the wolf she would be fine as the mark negated the effects of the curse. Several other tattoos were littered across the canvas of her body, though those are currently unimportant because they could not possibly save her skin.The Hunt: Werewolf!2p!GermanyxHunter!Reader1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
She pulled the gun loaded with silver bullets, and proceeded to absentmindedly polish the barrel. The Swiss weapons master had been shocked when the weapon chose her; apparently it had been gathering dust for the last hundred years on a shelf. The ownership of this gun was cause for discord amongst (Y/N)’s colleagues. The person who last possessed this firearm was Van Hel
Sherlock (BBC) x Reader Part 15 When you and Sherlock arrived at the address that John had given you, John was waiting impatiently outside of the police tape with his arms crossed. The tape covered a small area in the front of a little shop, but the crime had apparently happened inside as most of the people were walking in and out of the shop. Sherlock found it rather odd that this was quite near Mr. Braginski's apartment, and that in the course of following him, he often passed this shop. An ambulance and numerous police men dotted the area while the forensics team was mostly gathered in the center or inside the building. In the back of the ambulance sat a trembling woman, around seventy and likely the owner of the store, who was trying her best to tell an officer what she saw.Sherlock (BBC) x Reader Part 152 years ago in Romance More Like This
On the inside of the building, as the three ventured to the back which seemed to hold a storage room, nothing looked out of the ordinary. Nothing was out of place, every shelf and rack was filled with trinket