Second ThoughtsThey all blame the moonSecond Thoughts2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for stealing light
What if it was the sun
who drained the moon
Chapter 1Chapter 16 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Her bare feet struck the ground, lacking any sort of rhythm. Brush, thorns and brambles caught on her toes and heels, but she refused to stop. However, she remembered to curse them. She mumbled profanities and harshly informed each prick that, if she had the time, she would have ripped it to shreds.
The woods seemed to enclose around her faster and faster with each rugged rise and fall of her chest, trying to trap her and tie her to her fate as a mistreated plaything. Smoky, soot-ridden air swept from the dismal town behind her and pricked at her eyes. The wind picked up her hair, making it whip and slash her face. She wanted to rip it all out, every strand, and throw it into the woods to join the infuriating high-heels she cast aside earlier. However, she would not dare pry her concentration away from the stretch in front of her. She was determined to escape and she would not let herself st
He Made Me SmileHe was like a large teddy bear, all wrapped up in Christmas paper for you. Just when you thought no one cared in the world – there he appeared bounding happy and caring, a gentleman to you.He Made Me Smile3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
And he sat there and said such wonderful things - how smart you were and "hey look at this" and you could almost guess what his family makeup was. He had a brother for sure, but no sisters. You could tell by his confidence and his smile that it was internally happy. Just everything about him was happiness and deep caring. And you deeply cared back.
You could get lost in his ways – how he worried about you and cared for you and wanted to be there for you in your dire moments.
And you sat there and whispered to him things that you should not really say, softly into his ear, because hey – you had both come from the same background anyway.
20 years of the same stuff it seemed, and jointly between you was a smile and a deep caring that only you two would know.
And you knew instantly, ev
Following Her: The Story, Ch 1Andrew, over here!Following Her: The Story, Ch 17 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Come on, Mr. Black, give us that famous smile!
I resisted the urge to wince as what seemed like millions of flashes went clicking off and on. I sighed internally, asking myself why I just had to be an actor, and pointed in a random direction at a one of reporters. I loved being an actor pretending I was someone else for a while. However, I loathed the press and fame that came with it. Especially since I was labeled as a heartthrob, the paparazzi came up with more annoying questions than I could imagine and trailed my every move as if their lives depended on whether I wanted coffee that morning or not. I turned my attention back to the reporters, attempting to look enthused about.
Mr. Black, how did you prepare for playing a ghost? Did you seclude yourself from others?
I bit back the
EPIC: they anger a sparrow"Wait," he said.EPIC: they anger a sparrow5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She hadn't expected that. "Whatwhat's your name?" he asked. He looked like he hated to even say it, but there was no mistaking the expression in his eyes. It matched the one Robin felt was in her own: hunted. (Also hungry. Robin was not used to missing breakfast, and her stomach was complaining unhappily. But mostly hunted.)
Feeling more kindly towards him, she said, "Robin."
He gave her the barest of nods, and his gaze lingered on her for just a moment. "Okay," he said. Then he turned and began to walk away.
There was a beat before Robin fully registered this. "Hang on just a minute there," she burst out, grabbing his arm. "That's it? You're just going to leave?"
"Of course," the boy said, shaking her off. "Was that not the plan in the beginning? You ask me one question. I answer it. We go our merry ways."
"But I thought " Robin said. What had she thought, really? That he hadn't been serious, of course. That he'd wantedif not a friend, then at least a
Nighttime WorriesShayera woke up to the soft yet distinct sound of crying that echoed down the hall. Giving a tired groan, she pushed her upper body off of the bed and slowly swung her legs to the side. While she contemplated whether or not she should go back to sleep and hope the insistent wailing would come to a stop, a warm, strong, and muscular arm wrapped itself around her waist. A head gently lay itself on her shoulder.Nighttime Worries3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What's wrong Shay?" A tired voice mumbled against her neck, hot breath tickling her yet relaxing her at the same time.
"I think Rex is up again," She whispered back, grasping her husband's arm tightly. "Or could you not hear the sound of your own son calling out for us in the dark?"
A light chuckle escaped the man's mouth at her half-sarcastic reply. "You know me," He murmured, rubbing the sensitive spot between his wife's wings. He smiled as her wings and shoulders drooped slightly as she let out a relaxing sigh. "Dead as a doornail when I sleep, can't hear a thing."
''The dead have feelings, too.''"Aria."''The dead have feelings, too.''3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Though I am still reeling from our previous argument, I force down my pride and turn my head to face where Darien's voice is coming from. I'm sure my cheeks are flushed with rage, yet I constrain the cluster of spiteful and venomous words that are still dripping on the tip of my tongue.
Darien's form comes into view--the rage from just minutes before must have made him lose his corporeal appearance--and instantly his eyes meet mine. They are still somewhat cloudy with anger, but as we stare down one another in silence, I see that anger slowly change into something more or less acceptance. He sighs, running a hand through his shaggy brown hair. It is a gesture I have come to known, one he does only when he is truly upset.
Being dead, after all, Darien prefers not to touch anything--not even himself--if he can help it.
"You are a necromancer, Aria. I can't expect you to see my side of the argument. After all, you grew up around death. To you and your kind, death is just a weapon
Don't Let Go"Rich!"Don't Let Go4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There was nothing but silence around her. The air felt strangely...full. Oppressive, like it was pressing in on all sides, choking her. She could barely breathe.
"Rich! Oh God, oh God."
She didn't even recognize her own voice, it seemed foreign to her own ears. Each word spoken was muffled, drowned out by the heavy beat of her heart and her halting footsteps. Every step she took she had to struggle, pushing debris out of the way, sharp pieces of wood and metal scratching her legs as she walked. And she had been walking.
For so long.
She began to wonder if it was her hearing that was the problem, or if her voice was simply giving out. Her heart was growing louder every second. Every terrifying second.
Rich, Rich, oh please, please. Her throat was tearing itself apart, but she needed to find him. She wrapped her arms closer around herself. A piece of cracked, torn metal cut through her shoe and sliced into her foot. She fell. She braced hersel
Ciel x readerCiel x reader2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
SHOULD I CONTENUE THIS?? PLZ COMMENT IF I SHOULD! ALSO WHAT DO YOU THINK? (srry for the caps)
The light blew in as the curtains were separated like every morning,
“My lady, it’s time to wake up.” Your butler [butler name] said in a monotone. You frowned not wanting to wake up, Oh how you hated having people tell you what to do. “Young mistress, the queen is expecting you,” Your maid said in a serious tone, that’s a first for her. But you knew you had to get up just to get the day over with. “Fine.” You said hating the fact that you had to leave the warmth of the conferrable bed. Your maid walked over to you with her ever-so-cheerful smile, trying to make you smile again like you use to when you were little, even when you were little these smiles were all fake.
She placed the [color] Ring on your thump while your butler covered the place with the contract symbol.
“What’s for today’s breakfast?” you s
W AMOKU Allen x Kanda IV***************************************W AMOKU Allen x Kanda IV5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Paring: Allen x Kanda
- Co ty tu kurwa robisz? - Kanda nie krył swojego oburzenia na widok Tykiego.
- Jak to co? Przyszedłem do chorego - odpowiedział jakby była to najoczywistsza rzecz na świecie.
- Odwiedzić chorego? - zapytał z niedowierzaniem Kanda.
- No a coś ty taki zdziwiony? Trzeba okazać trochę zainteresowania nowym kolegą - ciemnowłosy uśmiechną się przebiegle. - W końcu wszystkim zależy na tym by jak najszybciej się tu zaaklimatyzował.
Brunet patrzył na niego podejrzliwie, próbując go rozgryźć. Po chwili namysłu wpuścił Tykiego do pokoju i wskazał łóżko na którym spał albinos. Ciemnowłosy usiadł przy łóżku. Kanda dalej patrzył na niego tym swoi
Coffee and Sugar"Do you want cream and sugar in your coffee?" His broad frame leaned against the counter. I wasn't sure what to say. It took me a second to realize he was referring to the drink I ordered, and not his lips.Coffee and Sugar3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Uh yeah sure. Cream please." I must have sounded like I had a large spider on the back of my neck. He rattled his fingers on the counter as if he was deciding on something. I wished he had a name tag. They don't do that in cafes. I could smell roasted beans and sugary pastries, and ordinarily I'd feel relaxed here. Today I felt as if I was charged with nervous energy and I was forced to contain it. I found myself transfixed by the strange abstract art hanging on the wall next to me. All I could see were splashes of red, cold streaks of blue, and speckles of vibrant white paint.
"Here you go ma'am." I jolted my mind away from the painting. The barista handed me my cup of coffee, "and that will be...two dollars and fifty cents." I looked up and his eyes met mine. I felt as if his s
Aomine x Reader: Goodbye is not forever (Part 4)Aomine x Reader: Goodbye is not forever (Part 4)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
A/N: (This takes place a couple years later. Your son is older, and you have your career choice. BTW, I had to choose a name for the son because it made is easier for me)
The morning was always busy. You had to take a shower, brush your teeth, wake up your son, and make breakfast.
Then you would drop him off at school and head straight to work.
"Daichi.... Wake up you have school." You had a motherly soft voice.
A little boy with dark blue hair stretched his arms out. He groaned in despair from hearing 'school.'
Daichi was a spitting image of aomine. He had the same skin tone, dark blue eyes and hair, and same smile.
Ironically, he was much different and smarter than aomine. The only thing he got from him was looks, while he carried your brains and personality.
"Mom...can't I stay home? I have good grades anyways."
"No, school is important. Every day counts."
He sighed and got off his bed to get dressed.
You went to the kitchen and began cooking
Sebastian x Reader part 5That morning Sebastian woke Ciel up quickly at the usual time and informed him about you went missing. Ciel was surprisingly concerned. They both knew exactly where you were. The Trancy manor. They rode into the spider's web. You saw them in the window of your room.Sebastian x Reader part 52 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Turn back! Please, turn back!" You screamed frantically.
Your whole body was covered in black and blue and open wounds showed with dry blood. Claude had gotten his pay back for your attempt to escape. You fought back as best as possible only to get double the hurt but it was worth the fight, you managed to inflict a few scratches all over Claude's body.
You saw Sebastian, the man you truly missed and ached to see. You leaned your forehead against the cold glass, closing you (e/c) and opened them knowing they would be okay no matter what.
Suddenly the door opened and you whipped around to see the blonde you hated with passion. You growled slightly at the sight of his evil smile.
"Oh did Claude not get it
ashI used toash6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I had nothing
Sage's Apprentice -DGM fanfic- CH 43Sage's Apprentice -DGM fanfic- CH 432 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“I’m sorry! Please, whatever I did, it wasn’t my fault!”
“Agh, save it for the judge,” the guard ordered as he closed the cell door with a loud clank. He nudged the other guard on duty with him and mumbled, “Heh, always wanted to say that.”
The woman in her cell fell to her knees as she grasped the rusty metal bars encaging her with only one hand. Tears poured down her cheeks and soiled her tattered and overused jail gown as she muttered through quivering lips, “It’s not my fault…why did this happen..? This is wrong…everything was perfect…what did I do wrong..?”
Suddenly, the secured door at the end of the prison hall carelessly opened up. The two guards outside the woman’s cell jolted their attention to the entrance as a young girl skipped inside.
“Hey, not so fast!” a guard quickly stood up. “How’d you get in here, girly?” he peeked behind her into
[APH] Usuk - IntrygaArthur wrócił zmęczony, jak co dzień do domu wieczorem. Po przejściu przez próg mieszkania zauważył siedzącego do niego tyłem Amerykanina, który oglądał telewizję. Przyjechał do niego jakiś tydzień temu. Bóg wie, po co. Jakoś do tego czasu nie zapowiadało się, aby wyjeżdżał. Arthur musiał wytrzymać z nim przez ten czas.[APH] Usuk - Intryga2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ruszył do kuchni w celu przygotowania sobie herbaty. Picie tego napoju sprawiało, że czuł jak schodzi z niego stres związany z pracą.
Ku zdziwieniu, kiedy dotknął czajnika woda była w nim zagrzana. Pewnie Alfred chciał jej użyć, ale o niej zapomniał, pomyślał. Wykorzystał to i zaoszczędził kilka minut. Jednak to, że przybyło ich więcej wcale go nie ucieszyło.
Zalał filiżankę wrzątkiem. Delikatnie złapa
OxygenIve given upOxygen6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on forgetting you.
I go to bed
(and think of you).
I get up and go
about my day
(and think of you),
your memory as
constant and involuntary
But I have learned
how to go on.
I go to bed
and get up