A tribute to those who have told my storyI've begun to think of myselfA tribute to those who have told my story1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
As that doll I saw on the shelf.
My mother's friend collects them.
And don't they look sad,
Forgotten behind glass until someone,
You or I,
Asks her story.
I feel that way some days,
People ask me what these words mean,
behind the whimsy and fanciful notes,
And I find myself speechless,
For i can see it,
Feel it in my veins.
And i have no way to say what they mean,
Than to tell them to read these words again.
But unlike that sad doll,
Her gray eyes welling sorrow but yet,
Not a syllable expressed...
I have people who have told and can tell my story.
When i was a little girl,
They all called me 'Angel'
And i wanted to be that for them.
But the world was frightening.
I clung to coat sleeves,
And hid behind anyone.
But my grandparents saw the best of me,
And every little old lady at Grandma's hair shop
Knew me by name.
The stories they told me while their perms set,
Or their dye processed,
And even if I never knew their names, or remember
Perfect Weakness-PrologueDisclaimer: I own nothing of the characters, except the clothes they are wearing in this oh so strange ficPerfect Weakness-Prologue7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Warning: Oh my, this prologue is rated G amazing coming from me
Note from Israfel/Lafyel: So this is something new, and if people like it enough I will continue it, along with all my other fics.
It started with a scream, an ear piercing scream, Earth shattering and loud; brutal. It made him jump out of his seat. The boy looked over at the stage, across all the people and at the vocalist, at the man letting out that shattering scream. He stared at him mesmerized as he started shouting out lyrics, none of which he understood.
Another scream, just as loud and deafening as the first, followed by more lyrics, more blaring music. The song was frantic and filled an untamable form of rage, an anger that just seemed to captivate the boy as the man started to move about the stage climbing on top of speakers and amps.
No Longer Alone, StanxKyleIf I was told what my day was like today, I could describe it in one word: boring. Today wasn't ordinary, however. It was one of those rare days that it had started raining. South Park almost never had rainy days, because it was always too cold for rain, but it was close to summer vacation, so the town had its short heat wave.No Longer Alone, StanxKyle6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The rain wouldn't have caused me to be bored; I could have gone over to a friend's house -and that's what I'd do- but my parents took my brother Ike to the hospital for a doctor's appointment. My mom trusted me enough to stay at home, but she told me to stay at the house, and I wouldn't disobey her.
I was on the couch in the living room, thinking to myself. The TV was off, but I didn't feel like watching anything. I thought about calling someone, and there was a friend I wanted to be with especially. Unfortunately, it's been about two weeks since I have been unable to talk to him over the phone.Whenever he spoke, it would leave my voice squeaky and speechless. I
How To Not Be Hated By Society: A Foolproof Guide1. Don't be anything but white.How To Not Be Hated By Society: A Foolproof Guide4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you're black, people will hate you,
because you look ghetto, and uneducated.
But when you're white, people will hate you,
because you look racist, and stuck up, and unapproachable.
And when you're anything in between, people will hate you,
because you're different, but not different enough, and there's no one to stand up for you.
So actually, don't have skin.
2. Let other people decide who you spend the rest of your life with.
When you're gay, people will hate you,
because it's unnatural. You should have control over your mindset, and so should total strangers.
When you're transgender, people will hate you,
because you challenge their religion and deities don't make mistakes, so obviously you did.
Do I even have to explain this? It shouldn't be your own decision who you fall in love with.
Your emotional compatibility and well being don't matter at all.
You'd clearly get more sympa
P.2 Ch 2 Love Me ~ Demon!EnglandXReader[Name] woke in the arm of Arthur, her captor and Arch demon of Pride. She'd slowly accepted him sleeping in her bed, being she's often wake up from the pain she felt. He just started to sleep in her bed, never really asking permission. She'd gotten use to the extra warmth that he brought, and a strange feeling of comfort.P.2 Ch 2 Love Me ~ Demon!EnglandXReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Lately the pain has become less and less, Arthur told her that it was just her body getting use to his blood. She didn't like the idea of his blood in her, but she couldn't do anything about it, and she really didn't feel like killing herself again. It wasn't a very pleasant experience for either of them.
Arthur had been different lately, he couldn't be trying to touch her or get her to have sex with him or anything that he'd tried before. He was concerned for her, though, she could tell. But, the demon was being as sweet as a demon could be. He brought her breakfast, not Drake. He'd get her something to drink, read to her, she felt pampered by all of his attention.
Pobre corazonPobre corazónPobre corazon4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Ay de ti.
Pobre corazón tan ingenuo
te han hecho llorar lágrimas de sangre,
sabes que el amor es un juego injusto
donde todo se vale.
Ay de ti, pobre corazón.
Tropezando con la misma piedra,
tan triste, deprimido y dolido.
Ay de ti, corazón melancólico.
Recordando los buenos tiempos,
viviendo de recuerdos pasados,
felices y llenos de vida
que nunca mas volverán.
Una palabra basto para herirte
y hacerte caer al peor de los infiernos.
Ay de ti, pobre corazón herido,
que mueres por el amor.
Ay de ti. Pobre corazón.
Algún día dejaras de sufrir.
Segunda tristezaLa tristeza no espera,Segunda tristeza8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ni pide permiso,
ni te manda telegrama.
te arranca la sonrisa
y oscurece el panorama...
Hay un punto en la distancia,
minúscula manchita lejana.
Alguien viene a arreglar cuentas,
lástima que no sé de matemáticas.
Punto no es,
es una figura amorfa,
espectro del aire,
¿vienes a escribir
de mi agonía?
Somos clientes seguros,
no estamos vacunados,
ella es una peste certera.
¡Oh! Sensación perturbadora,
no estrujes mi vida,
no quiero ser la elegida.
South Park-Blush BlushSouth Park-Blush6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Stan and I were playing some video games in his room as usual. Just another normal day doing nothing really.
"Hey, Kyle, are you hungery?"
"Wanna go grab a bite somewhere?"
"After I beat you again, you just want to leave because I always beat you."
"Psh! I was just asking a nice question, and you have to go all mean."
"hmmm?" Stan had a 'i have no idea what you are talking about' tone in his voice. I beat Stan, again, and we went to get some lunch.
"Alright, bet was you would buy my lunch if I won." I said.
"Geez, I will be broke by the end of summer if I keep making bets like this..."
My Secret Today's the day.... I'm so nervous, I can barely think.My Secret5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But I have to go through with it, I can't go on like this anymore.
"huh? Oh, hi Kyle." my heart begins to beat wildly, I pray he doesnt notice.
"Did you do your homework? I totally lost track of time last night."
"No, I didn't either." I have to do this before I lose my nerve.
"Listen, Kyle, can we ta...."
"Hey you guys, what's up?" Kenny walks up to the bus stop.
"Hey Ken, you do your homework......."
The bus pulls up and we get on together.
"Anyone see Cartman?" Kenny asks
"The fatass probably skipped school again." remarks Kyle
"Ha-ha, yeah.... Hey, you ok Stan? You seem really down."
"What? Oh, yeah, i'm ok."
Kyle leans closer "You sure?"
I can feel my face getting red "I told you, i'm fine!"
"SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP!!!!!!!!"
Kenny scowled, "God, isn't Ms. Crabtree retired yet? It's been over five years."
Kenny and Kyle start to chat, but I sit there and sulk.
Steven Universe StevenxPerla Cap 1Capitulo 1: "Desilusión"Steven Universe StevenxPerla Cap 11 year ago in Romance More Like This
El día había comenzado como de costumbre en Ciudad Playa, el clima veraniego hacia que incluso la brisa fuera molesta. Aquel día Steven no estaba con su habitual buen humor, se encontraba recostado en su cama sin querer salir de aventuras, su personalidad se había deshecho. Amatista había tratado de animarlo pero ninguna de sus bromas parecía surtir efecto, el joven apenas salía para comer y a decir verdad solo tomaba una o dos galletas antes de encerrarse nuevamente en su habitación donde se pasaba la mayoría del tiempo. "-Ya van tres días..." bufó la muchacha de piel violeta soplando levemente su flequillo mientras se cruzaba de brazos sin encontrar una solución aparente al problema. Entre las gemas Perla era la que mas se preocupaba por el estado actual de Steven, pero no quería invadirlo con preguntas o parecer molesta "-Ve a hablarle" dijo en una orden
Clubhouses - StyleThe clubhouse was finally finished. About bloody time!Clubhouses - Style5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jesus, it was like Stan actually wanted these stupid girls over to play -what was that game called again- Truth or Dare? Yeah, thats it. I had never even heard of it, what the hell was it?
Stan was resetting up a fold up chair in the center of the clubhouse for the tenth time and replacing it in the circle of fold up chairs in preparation for the 'big night', as Stan called it.
He really seemed prepared didn't he? What if i wasn't prepared? What if this game was some kind of trick he planned with the girls to try to set me up with Bebe again?
Oh god. I better at least ask Stan before they get here.
He looked up quickly from the chair he was fiddling with and leaned against it with his left arm coolly, satisfied with how it looked this time. "Yeah, Kyle?"
"Uh..." I muttered, looking out the window ever-so slightly to check for the girls. "What's...Truth or Dare?"
Gawking at me strangely, he smiled and pushed himself up from
ScorpioScorpio7 years ago in Open More Like This
I am determined
while being powerful
I tend to get jealous easily
and can be resentful
I can be secretive
I am one of the many gods
Prussia x reader no more good girl chapter 21Prussia was paler than ever now, you gave him an uneasy glance as you wrapped your arms around his neck as her wrapped his arms around your waist as you two started to dance.Prussia x reader no more good girl chapter 213 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Are you okay Prussia?" You asked, Prussia seemed to hesitate for a moment until he nodded. You gave him an uneasy look wanting to protest until you shut your mouth.
Prussia then suddenly jerked his arms away as her said sorry as he dashed out of the room. "Prussia!" You shouted as you chased after him.
You went outside to find Prussia on the school steps with his head buried in his hands. You walked over to him and sat down next to him.
"Prussia...What's wrong?" you asked like mother would ask her child. "I'm not fit for that kind of dancing." He said as he looked up.
"You mean you can't slow dance?" You asked in amazement, Prussia nodded. You laughed uncontrollably.
"What the hell is so funny?!" Prussia shouted. You wiped a tear from your eye. "It's just that, The strong nation Pru
Just StopSeriously.Just Stop1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I understand your point of view,
And I will let you finish, I will,
But before I do, I want you to stop.
Just stop for a second and,
In the words of One Republic, 'stare'
Well, not RUDELY of course,
But take a moment to stop and stare at everything.
Is it really getting better?
With every facebook like, with every passage you spit.
Is everything really getting better?
I mean, I don't have the light of God inside me,
Nor do I have some higher ideal to guide me.
Man, I'm just some dumbass rapper living in a crappy apartment.
I ain't even sold a single song.
But from where I'm standing,
Every day is just getting a little bit harder.
Every family is just getting stretched a little bit thinner.
And if you're from the block that doesn't feel any of that.
Well, I hope you can see how privileged you are.
Having the time, energy and resources to complain;
That right there, is the real privilege.
this crime is for the godsi have extended tentative limbsthis crime is for the gods2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tipped with quivering, foam kissed fingers
and lost myself within oceans
that never welled between your bones,
never rolled their shoulders within your eyes.
the truth is that you are far from the ocean
and it has not kissed my fingers in months.
i lied about the foam.
i have made you into a land of living make believe,
built for imaginary,
primal pleasure that you refuse me
in the early hours of autumn.
pleasure that i must pull from beneath your feet
to satiate my hunger
for the marrow within your limbs.
there is nothing beautiful
about my wanton abuse of your bones;
even i cannot glorify that quiet rape.
instead, i'll leave the truth to run rivers over our thighs
and let the waves
judge me long after i have laid you to bed.
In love with you? :SP Fanfic:In love with you? :SP Fanfic:5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I sat there on my bed i felt so lonely my tears drenched my orange jacket.I held a photo of him i looked at his beautiful smile that shined brighter then any star his eyes that glimmered like the moon hitting the ocean in the late night.
I felt so angry at sad at the same time
He always dies then miraculously comes back the next day i would be happier then ever...but i'm not sure how much longer i can keep it up...My heart gets continuously torn and stepped on...I can't take it much longer...
Stan walked in i looked up slightly from Kenny's picture then looked back down at it,my tears still gushing down my cheeks onto my bed and jacket
"Kyle...are you alright dude...?" Stan said looking at me walking over slowly i just sat there staring at the picture i didn't say a word...
Stan sat down next to me and looked at me,his eyes seemed locked onto me he could always tell how upset i am without even asking me.
"Kyle...I'm so sorry for Kenny's death...I'm here if you nee
Live Forever¿Era aquello un ángel lo que toco a mi puerta?Live Forever8 months ago in Drama More Like This
El vampiro se despertó sudado y gritando en medio de la noche. Vió su habitación, y confirmó que se había repetido lo que le había estado sucediendo desde hace varias semanas. Otra maldita pesadilla. Que idiota.
¿O fue el viento?
Miró el techo de su habitación, la cual cada día le parecía mas vacía y sola... igual que él. Se acomodó del otro lado de la cama, pensando que dentro de aquellas sabanas podría quedar algo del olor de la humana. Necesitaba sentirlo, aunque fuera por un segundo.
Pero ya se había ido. Junto con ella.
¿Estaba yo durmiendo todavía?
¿Perdido en un sueño?
Quería dormir. Quería olvidar. Olvidarse del mundo y de las personas, de la vida y de la muerte. Olvidarse del negro del funeral, del cielo gris que había decorado todo, de las caras tristes de las personas al verlo. Quer
Ya no quiero saberYa no quiero pensarte, ya no quieroYa no quiero saber8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ya no quiero sufrir viéndote lejos de mí
Ya no quiero saber que no volverás
Ya no quiero saber que no recuerdas el ayer
Ya no quiero saber que no te importe
Ya no quiero saber que tu ya no estas
Ya no quiero saber, que estas con ella
Ya no quiero saber como te mintieron sobre mí
Ya no quiero saber que primero desconfiaste de mí
Ya no quiero saber que nunca fui especial
Ya no quiero saber que todo fue algo fugaz
Ya no quiero saber que tu ni cuenta te das
Ya no quiero saber que olvidaste tu promesa
Ya no quiero saber que nada de mi te interesa
Ya no quiero saber de ese silencio que poco a poco me quema
Ya no quiero saber de mis lágrimas mientras te ibas
Ya no quiero saber . Ya no quiero saber!!!
Destructive -- StanXKyleThis has to be about the millionth time it's happened, Kyle realizes. Someday, he should really do something to stop it. Because it's probably a bad idea. In fact, he knows it's a bad idea.Destructive -- StanXKyle8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Making out in a dark, empty hallway in your house with your best friend, after he gets dumped, again, by his girlfriend, is definitely written on a list somewhere titled "Things You Should Not Ever Do, Ever." Maybe he should go find that list, print a copy, and tack it onto his bedroom wall. Or, better yet, he should make multiple copies of it to put in his bedroom, bathroom, notebooks, binders, locker; he can even get the list tattooed to the back of his arm.
Because he knows that it will probably be far, far too difficult for him to remember that list when he's in this situation in the future. After all, who can be bothered to remember such trivial things as a list when the person they love - the person they dream of night, after night, after cruel, painful night - is holding them like this? When
Hate Me [ England x Child!Reader ] 03England x Child!ReaderHate Me [ England x Child!Reader ] 033 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Ah, today Arthur has a guest. It's that Frenchman Francis again; he's one of the few who know about Arthur raising you. He would always entertain you, or he would be fawning over how cute you are, or going on about how it's been so long since he's seen such and unloved micro-nation.
Those words twisted your heart, feeling as if somebody had finally decided to run you through with a knife, and with an extra little bit of courage twisted the knife. Your hand clutched the fabric over your heart, pulling your small cloak over your head in a failed attempt to hide your pain from Francis.
But the Frenchman had already taken notice, smiling he walked towards a small vase. Hearing his retreating footsteps caused you to panic.
'No!' you screamed, 'No! Please! Don't leave me here like Arthur! Please! Someone stay with m-'
"(Y_n), you can stop crying now. I'm still here ." Hearing the Frenchman's w
No puedo perdonarPara pedro, gabriela, margarita y los demás hijos de puta.No puedo perdonar4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
simplemente no me sale,
por mas que lo intento no lo logro.
¿Como perdonar tanto daño?
Busco palabras de consuelo
pero solo encuentro dolor,
penurias del pasado.
No se puede,
no puedo perdonar,
soy divino y soy maldito.
Las cosas no son tan fáciles,
tres años de tormento no se olvidan
porque ellos te jodieron.
No se puede perdonar.
Siempre me pregunte porque lo hacían,
nunca obtuve una respuesta.
Si tan solo hubiera escuchado
una maldita disculpa.
Creo que todo habría sido diferente,
pero no lo es...
...nunca lo sera.
No puedo perdonar
porque no se puede cambiar
Male!ReaderxRussia--AloneProblems, problems, problems, the world gives me nothing but problems!Male!ReaderxRussia--Alone3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My name is _______ _______, the personification of the island nation of (Country name). My home is located a ways off the coast of Latvia in the Baltic Sea. On a clear day, you can stand of the southern beaches of the island and see the coast of Gotland on the horizon. My nation may be small, but the people who call this place home, myself included, are a strong, sturdy people. We have to be; it hails bullets from September to November, it snows blankets from December to February, it rains buckets from March to May, and the sun blisters and burns from June to August. Yet, through it all, we've carved out a living here that we wouldn't trade for the world.
I've had struggles with other nations; it seems like everyone thinks that they can claim my land as their own simply because I'm a micro-nation. Boy, were they ever wrong. It wasn't easy, but over the years, decades, and centuries, I've gained my independence from
France x Reader: Being Loved...Part 6France x Reader: Being Loved...Part 62 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Voila! Crepes topped with your favorite fruit ma cherie!" France exclaimed excitedly, grinning as he spun elegantly before placing the dish before you.
You stared down at the beautiful breakfast you'd been presented with...somehow it didn't look as beautiful as it usually did...it didn't look as lovely yesterday morning either...
Taking a break from your food you looked up at France and managed a smile. "Thank you, Francis. It's lovely." you said softly.
You immediately felt your heart sink and tried to keep your expression from following suit when France's blue eyes sadenned and the corners of his mouth turned downward.
"___________________? What's wrong..? You've been acting very strangely since yesterday. Are you no longer enjoying my company?" France asked, forcing a half-smile though he looked more unsure, scared, and hurt by the idea than anything.
"No! I mean I am totally enjoying myself! I've just had a few things on my mind is all." you said, trying to reassure him with the b