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.14 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.34 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 Human1 year 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 Short1 year 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.
Playing With FireI wonder if they see me,Playing With Fire1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wonder if they tire?
I wonder if I'm meant to be,
I wonder if it’s dire.
I wonder why they’re waiting,
I wonder why they try.
I wonder who I’m sating,
I wonder when I’ll die.
I wonder if I love you,
I wonder what’s a heart.
I wonder why I construe,
I wonder if I’ll start.
I wonder if I’ll find them,
I wonder if they're real.
I wonder if these thoughts will stem,
I wonder when I’ll feel.
I wonder if I’ll make it,
But I can’t fight what’s true.
I will always constrict;
I’ll tell you what I’ll do.
I will sit and wait to die.
I'll sit just like a fool.
I will never even try,
I’ll gladly be a tool.
I will shatter everything,
I'll bring me to my knees.
I will forfeit anything,
Just to feel disease.
You’ve forgotten just one fact,
To why I’ll never tire,
From six I’ve held the Devil’s pact,
I love to play with fire.
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 Only1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
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
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.
Lost in Italy|RomanoxReaderRomanoxReader - Lost in ItalyLost in Italy|RomanoxReader1 year 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
Waiting for the StormWaiting for a tidal wave,Waiting for the Storm1 year 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.
GermanyxReader: Blackberry Cobbler “Psh! Cooking it for vusses!” I rolled my eyes and looked back to see Gilbert heading downstairs towards his room. “Come get me vhen zis blackberry cobbler is done.” He threw up the peace sign and was gone. I chuckled and looked back to Ludwig.GermanyxReader: Blackberry Cobbler1 year ago in Romance More Like This
“You wanna help?” I asked, holding out the bucket of berries tauntingly. He laughed and shook his head at me.
“Vhy not?” he asked, following behind me into the kitchen. I giggled and set the bucket on the counter top. “So vhat first?” he asked as I walked over to a cupboard and pulled out a colander then headed to the sink.
“First, we have to wash the berries. I don’t really appreciate bugs in my cobblers,” I told him. He laughed and I giggled at the silly comment. “Could you get the dumpling pot out of the cabinet?” He nodded and pulled the mediu
RomaniaXAbused readerRomaniaXAbused readerRomaniaXAbused reader1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I kept my door locked at night. Not knowing what was worse, that man, or my parents. It was about 11:30 at night. I was wrapped in my comforter sitting up on the edge of my bed. I kept my knees close to my chest. I watched the door hoping no one would enter. Or maybe deep down I wanted someone to come in and acknowledge my presents.
That man pays my father to rape me. To get his sexual needs out. He comes every once in awhile.
My parents call me useless. They slap and hurt me. They laugh when I fall. But when they over drink they do terrible things.
I look at my phone, new message. I remember before the abuse I went to school. I had so many friends. Then I was home schooled and abused. I didn't tell anyone, because maybe I was over reacting.
I look at my phone finding it was a Vlad. I remember he was about to confess something on my last day...but then my mother dragged me home, with her painted fake smile, saying "Time to go home dear". I remember
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.
Steampunk!GermanyxSteampunk!Reader FinaleSteampunk!GermanyxSteampunk!Reader Finale2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You were at your workbench, putting the finishing touches on your brass gauntlet, wearing your bronze cog pajamas and a white tank top when you heard a knock at the door.
“Come in,” you called without looking up from your wok.
Your door opened and closed quickly. You turned to see Lorenzo and Tory standing in the middle of your room. You smiled , seeing your 2 best friends in front of you. You stood up with your arms out.
“Ah, Tory! Long time no see!” you said happily and he smiled and embraced you.
“Good to see you too ______,” he said with his low, husky voice.
You turned to Lorenzo.
“Tory is here. What's the special occasion?” you asked.
Lorenzo grinned and led you to your door.
“We have a surprise for you!” he giggled.
You smiled as he opened your door. You saw a flash of blue eyes and blonde hair and you quickly retreated back to your room, pulling Lorenzo back in as well.
“What is he doing in here?!
Seven Minutes in Heaven (Pirate!Spain)You furrow your eyebrows, determined to find something interesting. You grab what feels like a chain and it's...Seven Minutes in Heaven (Pirate!Spain)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
A Golden Coin on a Chain?
"Who put a coin in here?" you ask, frowning, "It looks old..."
"Ah! That would be mine!" a Spanish voice calls.
Smiling lightly, you turn to face the Spainard, who was red faced and wearing a pirate hat. "Uh, Spain, you ok?" you ask, slightly nervous of the responce you'll get.
"I may be a little drunk, chica. But I get to go into a closet with a mujer bonita so it's ok." he giggles slightly and pulls you to the closet. "Did I tell you that I am a pirata? A captian at that!"
You laugh at him as the door it shut, "Spain, you were a pirate!"
"No, no," he shakes his head, standing behinnd you and kissing your neck. "I am a pirate and I will rob you of your inocencia!" he chuckles, biting down on the edge of your shoulder blade. You gasp lightly.
"Spain, how much did you have to drink?" you shout, fe
GermanyxReader KidnappedYou don’t know how it happened. You were just walking down the street when you passed a seemingly harmless alley and you felt something hit the back of your head and your world went black. If you ever got out of this, you would never walk around alone at night again. You were stuffed into the trunk of what you assumed to be a small car. Your wrists and ankles were bound together with rope, you were blindfolded, and whoever kidnapped you put something in your mouth to gag you. The car drove on for a while and you heard the sound of car passing by you, none of them even slightly aware that there was a person in the trunk of this car. You were hoping that this was some sort of sick joke and that one of your friends would open the trunk and you would laugh this off, but your gut instinct was telling you that this was no joke.GermanyxReader Kidnapped1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Suddenly the car stopped and you heard a car door open and slam shut. There were large footsteps coming towards you and you heard the trunk open. A gust o
Saved GermanyxBullied!reader"Get avay from her!" A voice rang through your ears as you blinked knowing that voice of a fellow classmate, Ludwig, a german student who you had not known too well, though you had to admit you did kind of like the male. You blinked turning your teary eyes to the german male. He stared at you for a moment before growling. "What zhe hell did you do to her?" He growled out through clenched teeth as his eyes no longer wanting to look at your silent crying face.Saved GermanyxBullied!reader1 year ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Harold smirked seeing the slight red on his cheeks before he made his way to the built foreign male. "Oh lookies here the german has a little crush on the lame girl over there." His smirk widened as he gestured toward you making you have a curious face and Ludwig's face to deepen in shade. You blinked as you finally let out a small sqeak in pain as Ronald tightned his grip on your wrist. It hurt that was for sure. It hurt like the hell fire... You bit your lip before you could make any more pain filled noises in front of them
GermanyxReader! 7 Minutes in HeavenYou're at one of Gilbert's parties with all your friends, Arthur, Alfred, Francis, Yao, Kiku, Feli, Toni, Ivan, Elizaveta, and some of their friends that you don't know. There was one person there, though, that you couldn't keep your eyes off, Ludwig. Ludwig Beilschmidt. You've had a crush on him since you first met in high school freshman year. Over the years, you two formed a close friendship, but you secretly desired to be more than "friends". You admired his physique as he sat there, beer in hand, arguing with Gil over something insignificant. His sparkling pale blue eyes that you would like to stare into for eternity. That slicked blonde hair that you longed to run your fingers through. Those huge, strong arms you wished were wrapped around you and would never let go. Those perfect lips that you...GermanyxReader! 7 Minutes in Heaven1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You were jerked away from you're daydream as Eliza elbowed you. You looked at her with a "What the hell was that for?!" glare until you notice her expression. She wore a smirk th
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
Scars (prologue)Your name is ______ ______ and your parents died when you were 6, your uncle got custody of you and your older brother. The worst part is that your uncle has a drinking problem and will find any way to get an excuse to abuse you and your brother. Anyways on that depressing note, you're in the park, enjoying a nice sunny day. You’re sitting on a park bench watching some young children run around and play together. You soon start zoning out, only to be brought back to reality by the noise of someone shuffling nearby. Your head snaps over to see a handsome boy, he had chocolate eyes that you could look at for hours, and a curly mohawk to match, he also looked to be about your age, 15-16. “uHH,,, sORRY IF I DISTURBED YOU,,,” he said, while looking down in embarrassment “No, you just surprised me is all,” you said, and scooted over, making room for the teen. “Why don’t you have a seat,” you offered. “oH,,uH,,, sURE,,” he said and sScars (prologue)1 year ago in Profiles More Like This