I wonder if you felt the same way I did. Back then, I was completely oblivious to that and I didn't know it was me you were talking about. But when I look back on it now, I realize that it was me you were talking about when we sat outside the school. I don't know how I couldn't have realized that.
Do you remember the day we first met? I remember it fondly because it was the first time I talked to you. And it was the day you ruined my favorite shirt. I still haven't forgotten about it.
When I was walking towards you that day, I remember that my heart started pounding so hard, I thought that I was going to die. I became so disoriented and then you ran right into me. I laugh at it now, thinking about how I must've looked with spaghetti sauce all over me. You looked at me with a look only you could give. But then everyone started laughing at me and I was just so shy back then. I ran away, crying.
When I think about what happened after that, I laugh even harder. I stood in the bathroo
France x Joan of Arc - MemoireFrance x Joan of Arc - Memoire4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I fight for you, and yet, I know not of your name. Pray tell, will I ever be given the chance to have the honor of learning what it would happen to be?"
Joan smiled softly, her shoulders hunching slightly as she eyed the taller blond that stood before her. Cerulean upon cerulean locked for a long moment, her softer shade contrasting greatly with the surprised, nearly wide-eyed look the ageless male shot towards her. "I take it that I'm still not worthy of such...?"
When his eyes flickered from her's, the blooming pangs of regret began to ebb at her stomach. Perhaps it was too much to ask for after all, she was nothing more than a lowly servant working under this man. This man, whom God had asked her to fight for, to serve without question, and to protect to her very last breath
The last thing she wanted was to upset him. Surely, doing so would displease her Lord.
"You already know of my name," he answered, unable to meet her gaze again. "France. Onc
Cinnamon Souls"You're mixing water in your coke again."Cinnamon Souls3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"You do that when you worry."
"I'm always worried."
"No, you're usually cinnamon-in-your-tea worried. This is water-in-coke worried and that is seriously beginning to freak me out."
"What are you worried about?"
"You're going to think it's stupid."
"Well...do you ever wonder about the kind of guy you're waiting for?"
"I think we all wonder about that guy, love."
"I've been thinking about him more often than not lately. What he would be like, I mean."
"Oh. Well...if it helps any, I know what mine would be like."
"Sure. He will be tall, so I have to stand on my toes to kiss him. He will be kind so I can tell him anything without fearing him judging me. He will be strong so he can carry me when I fall."
"Wow. Sounds like you have this figured out. I guess we all have some idea about what our soulmate should be like."
"You know what yours will be like then?"
"No, I'm talking to the li
Norway x Pregnant! Reader:~Quick note, this is a continuation from my lemon I wrote earlier, just to let all of you know! So, if there is anything confusing then you might want to read the lemon! I'm just saying this as a head's up!~Norway x Pregnant! Reader:1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You were sitting at home, watching a movie, curled up beside Lukas. You were glad both of you had a day off today so you could spend this time together. You were enjoying the movie when you suddenly felt sick. You felt like you might throw up.
Lukas noticed this. "Are you alright, kjære*?" He asked, looking kind of worried.
"I-I'm fine, it's just I f-feel a little sick...." You replied, feeling more queasy by now.
"Was it something you ate?" Lukas continued. The two of you had just eaten lunch together which was sandwhiches with smoked salmon. (AN: I looked up what they ea in Norway, they id say smoked salmon in sandwhiches so......)
"I-I'm not sure...." That's when you felt like you were going to puke right there. You instantly got up and hurried to the bathroom and hurled i
Derpy's Secret Mail BagLetters from Derpy's Secret MailbagDerpy's Secret Mail Bag4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
In all of Equestria, there's no pony quite like the Mail-pony of Ponyville. Her name is Derpy Hooves, and as the Ponyvillians say "Derpy by name, Derpy by nature." But they love her all the same, despite the mail sometimes being delivered late or to the wrong pony, because Derpy is the one pony you can tell your secrets to, and expect them to be kept.
Sometimes a pony of Ponyville needs to get something off his or her chest, but they don't want anyone to know about it. So they write it in a letter and give it to Derpy to deliver. And Derpy can tell, by the wistful look on the pony's face as they hand her the letter and by the fact that the letter has no stamp on it (for the Ponyville Post Office gives every pony a page of stamps the day after every Winter Wrap Up with their own unique cutie mark on them to use throughout the year), that the letter isn't meant to be delivered. So she puts it in her saddlebag, separate from the one with all the
Finceline - La Nueva Vida del HeroeTodo comenzó en un día de lluvia. Al que llamaban "ultimo humano" ya era ahora un joven de 22 años, pero su vitalidad jamás se vio apagada; acompañado de su hermano y entrañable amigo, cuyo aspecto no ha cambiado, solo por el hecho de llevar un sombrero y la responsabilidad de ser padre. Todos en el pueblo de Ooo habían visto mil y un aventuras de estos dos héroes que, aunque jóvenes, ya habían forjado las más épicas leyendas. Ahora en las escuelas del Dulce Reino se enseñaba la historia no solo del héroe Billy. Y las aventuras jamás se hicieron ausentes.Finceline - La Nueva Vida del Heroe2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Pero de igual manera hubo momentos de desesperación y angustia. Durante el cumpleaños número 15 del héroe Finn un problema con la Princesa Flama hizo que aquella relación terminara de manera brusca, dejándolo solo nuevamente. A los 18 un incidente en el Dulce Reino hizo que la Dulce Princesa se alejara de Finn, sólo manteniendo una relación meramente "profesional" con aquellos dos hermano; durante esos tiempos, la batalla contra el Li
Into Your ArmsInto Your Arms3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was just a typical snowy morning in South Park, Colorado. The sky was a clear blue with minimal clouds and the air smelled sweet. A red-headed boy woke to the sound of his alarm clock going off loudly and obnoxiously. He glared at his clock and slammed it off. He sat up, yawning and stretching, not at all excited about the school day ahead. Ruffling his hair, he got up slowly out of bed and donned his green pants, orange jacket, and green hat, barely attempting to brush his hair.
"Kyle, bubie, you're gonna be late for school!" His mother, Shelia Broflovski, called from downstairs. Kyle Broflovski looked back at his clock and realized his mother was right. The bus came in five minutes! He tied his shoes quickly then grabbed his bag and ran downstairs. He ran into the kitchen where is father, little brother Ike, and mother were eating. He grabbed a piece of toast, gave everyone a kiss then ran out the door.
As he closed the door, the cold wind whipped at his cheeks. He began sprinting
Epiphany No. 289If I had known you before my heart had been broken once.Epiphany No. 2894 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would not have been the girl who you liked enough to say hello to.
If I had known you before my heart had been broken twice.
I would not have been the girl who understood your beautiful sad eyes.
If I had known you before my heart had broken thrice.
I would not have been the girl who felt your music in her sore heart.
If I had known you before my soul was ripped from me.
I would not have been the girl who appreciates you the way I do.
If I hadn't been damaged,
You would never have wanted to know me.
They say the universe works in mysterious ways.
And you, you are my mysterious way.
.THunderSTorm::CielXSebCiel woke abruptly to the crash of thunder overtop of the Phantomhive manor. He gasped, clutching his blankets in the dark. Ciel composed himself and rose from his bed to look out the window. The rain was falling in sheets outside and blowing against the house. He was surprised he had not woken sooner from the racket. Ciel went to his bedside table and lit a candle, casting a glance at his eyepatch. Thunder shook the house again and at once, the young boy grabbed it and headed for the door..THunderSTorm::CielXSeb4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Though he was unusually brave and level-headed for a fourteen year old, lord Ciel Phantomhide had always disliked storms, particularly thunder and lightening. There was just something about it that sent little shockwaves of panic through him.
Ciel strode quietly and carefully down the long corridor, watched by the eyes of paintings. Ciel brushed his dark, bluish bangs from his face and headed for a flight of stairs.
The door was locked but that meant nothing. Ciel grit his teeth
He had better not te
Waking UpWaking Up4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Your peaceful, pleasant sleep is cut short as your world turns from a secluded black to a blinding pink. Dazed and still half asleep, you blink open your eyes and are greeted with a ray of sunshine that has found the single hole in your blinds.
It always finds that hole
With a grunt you try to roll to the side but find your left arm pinned. Blearily, you try to move your arm, but all feeling stops past the elbow.
You turn your head, confused at the loss of feeling in your hand. The world is still out of focus, but after a few blinks you discover the cause.
His brown-blond head lay nestled in the crook of your arm. His soft but steady breathing can be felt on your shoulder. You smile to yourself as you admire the golden highlights the sun casts on his hair. His nose rubs gently against your skin with the rise and fall of his breathing.
With a stifled
RealWhen they met it was on accident.Real4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Her heel caught in a crack on the old sidewalk that was full of them, and her books fell out of her hands and hit the ground almost rhythmically. He thinks that it's the perfect way to meet someone, cliche and nothing embarrassing.
She's had enough cliches to last her a lifetime, and she thinks little of it.
She thinks little of him, to be honest. He is kind and a gentleman, and, at their first meeting, utterly boring. However, boring has a new appeal for her, which is why they meet a second time.
She doesn't realize how much time she spends with him until she calls him one night to talk about nothing at all, simply for the purpose of hearing his voice. The realization scares her more than she wants to admit, and when he picks up after the first ring she tells him that she called the wrong number, apologizes, and hangs up.
Later, she recognizes the fact that he probably knew it was her calling, and finds herself unexpecte
fragrance.his father smelt like office papers, faint notes of cologne, and the generation gap. like loss, grief, and he never got a chance to know you.fragrance.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
one year later, he stands in front of the gravestone, and all he can smell is marble, dust, and the stagnant beat of his heart.
his mother smelt like the family dog, flowers, and unrequited love. like cookies, warmth, and understanding is not the same as caring.
one year later, he holds his mother's hand in his, and he smells baby shampoo, true smiles, and love-that-never-left.
his ex-girlfriend smelt like sugar, strawberries, and a silent bomb. like chaste kisses, intertwined fingers, and we just don't fit together.
one year later, he bumps into her at the store, and a good whiff of her hits him, like youth, memories, and tugs on hearts.
his best friend smelt like unconditional loyalty, determination, and good-naturedness. like strength, vulnerability, and you've got my back, i've got yours.
one year later, they're sp
A Familiar Shape...A Familiar Shape...4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Toniiiiight I'm gonna have myseeeellffff a real good time..." The blue pegasus punctuated the first lyric of his favorite song by doing a double barrel roll, pulling it off effortlessly as he sped from Canterlot. Soarin' had a reason to be excited. For weeks he had been trying to make time for this trip, but the air shows, celebrity appearances, and the endless practice sessions meant to keep his skills sharp had sucked up every second of time. By the time a typical Wonderbolt day was over, he was too exhausted to do anything but grab a little supper, followed by a post-supper snack, followed by a post-post-supper snack snack. Most nights he went straight to bed after this, completely missing out on his super-late just-before-bed snack, which rated as one of his top three favorite snacks during the day, after post-breakfast and mid-noon, of course.
But ever since that fateful night weeks ago, when Canterlot Castle was thrown into a chaos he had never seen before, he had been haunted b
ShadAmy - Miracle of Love~Miracle of LoveShadAmy - Miracle of Love4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Snowflakes Phase 1
White, sparkling snow fell from the starry sky at a quick speed. Although it was the first snowfall of the year, the ground was blanketed by the rapidly falling ice crystals and frozen precipitation. The air was chilly, many windows frozen due to the sudden change in the temperature which reached below freezing point.
Sonic and his friends agreed to live together, sharing a spacious and cozy house outside the forests neighbouring Westopolis. While everyone slept, chilly air was leaking into the house, drafts finding their way through any available openings causing much discomfort to the Team members who were exhausted from dealing with another one of Eggman's plans. Despite the cold, they all fell asleep rather quickly, tired out from the fighting earlier that day. Yet one team member didn't share the other's annoyance at the arrival of the cold, frozen precipitation.
Amy Rose was gazing out the frosted window with a look of wonder on her face
About Honour"Ever worried about what the world thought of you?"About Honour3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Nope. I only worry about what I think of me."
"What do you think about you?"
"That I am a broken-eyed, converse-reject-wearing wise ass."
"Really? And what do you call yourself?"
"I call me proud."
"What do you call yourself?"
"I am the grade school version of the heartbroken girl, who can't play the guitar so she strums a ukulele instead, who can't paint so she draws terrible pictures in graphite that keeps giving way."
"I see you doing it again. Put the fucking pen down right now and stop it."
"What? I was just writin-"
"You're cutting yourself to pieces with shark-toothed words again. Just because a sword is a beautiful, glittering object of honour doesn't mean it always has an honorable purpose."
"Do you really think I am a sword?"
"Nope. I think you're beautiful, glittering object of honour. And the thing with honour is, it makes the world turn to stare in awe."
Chemical Attractions, Part IWe can learn a lot from salt.Chemical Attractions, Part I3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The chlorine atom is fundamentally lacking, longing to fill that gaping hole in its valence shell, and those bright bits of energy dancing in amorphous clouds around a sodium atom are just too tempting for the poor chlorine to resist. Chlorine probably knows that it has no claim to those electrons. It might lie awake at night for days or weeks in a fit of conscience, seeking alternatives before sending out tentative feelers and inviting Sodium to join it for coffee... It's a romantic comedy in minature, and I think that we can skip over the montage of dates and dinners and late nights on the couch in front of a forgotten movie, set to some perky but meaningless tune of the early Nineties.
It's only much later, once caught in the throes and tedium of a borderline-abusive relationship, that Sodium begins to understand the true nature of an ionic bond, begins to search and grope in vain for those lost luminous stars that Chlorine stole back in the early days,
Interventions are MagicInterventions are Magic4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Interventions are Magic starring Twilight Sparkle and the rest of the cast of Friendship is Magic
"C'mon Twilight! Everypony's waiting for you at Sugar Cube Corner!" Spike had had to half-drag Twilight from the library, where she had spent the evening reading and drinking mostly drinking. He'd found her curled up on the couch nursing a bottle of vanilla-lemon vodka, the floor a pile of crumpled books and empty bottles, and she'd resisted every effort of his to get her to come with him. He'd tried to pull her by her tail at first, and when that hadn't worked he'd pushed on her rump as she dug her hooves in stubbornly, but now she had finally given up and was walking alongside him, swaying as she went.
"At what where? Sugar Cube Corner?" she slurred. After half a bottle of vodka, Twilight was three sheets to the wind, and she found it difficult to put one hoof in front of the other. In fact, they threatened to tangle up underneath her at any moment, and she was glad o
A ShadAmy ChristmasThe ground was covered with light, fluffy snow and many people hurried about with last minute shopping and errands before the big Christmas holiday. Today was Christmas Eve and the whole gang was having a party at Sonic's house to celebrate.A ShadAmy Christmas3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Sonic laid out on his couch lazily as he waited for his friends to arrive so the party could begin. They had all planned on meeting at his house at 7:00 and staying over until Christmas morning. Everyone had agreed to come, even Shadow who was usually one to miss these type of social events.
"It seems kind of weird that Shadow is actually gonna come this year." Sonic thought out loud to his friend Tails who was finishing up some touches on some Christmas decorations.
"Well maybe he was starting to feel lonely," Tails stated simply as he climbed down from the ladder he had been standing on so he could reach the top of their Christmas tree.
" Shadow feeling lonely?" Sonic blurted out unbelievingly, "I hardly think that could be it Tails."
Hawkeye X Reader-Chapter SixYou woke up slowly the next morning. You opened your eyes only to be blinded by the sunlight streaming through your window. You grunted, turned onto your other side and pulled the covers over your head. It wasn't time to get up just yet according to the [Name] Clock.Hawkeye X Reader-Chapter Six3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Suddenly, the covers flew up and folded over, landing halfway down your calves. You shrieked when you saw Clint had perpetrated this act. He half-smiled at you. You pursed your lips together in a girly pout as you looked up at him.
"Rise and shine, Icicle," Clint said.
You muttered something, then sat up.
"Usually, people who give me rude awakenings get turned into popsicles," you growled.
"I brought coffee."
"You're forgiven! Gimme, gimme, gimme!"
Clint laughed warmly as he handed you your coffee. You gratefully took a sip and smiled at Clint. His half-smile turned into a full one as he took a drink from his own cup of coffe
Loki x Reader: Unwanted Endeavors ~Part 8~"Tessa sina ten' amin" A voice drifted into your head.Loki x Reader: Unwanted Endeavors ~Part 8~3 years ago in Romance More Like This
'What is that?' you thought groggily. 'Is someone speaking to me?'
"Diaola lle" came a second voice. "...Re naa holma ve' edan."
"Dolle naa lost!"
The words were unfamiliar to you. They sounded like wind blowing through the boughs of a dead tree. You couldn't understand what they were saying. Were they speaking of you?
You felt a sharp pain on your back, and instinctively you flinched.
Your senses seemed to getting gradually better. The voices weren't as foggy now, and you could dully recognize a throbbing pain across your back. You moaned a bit as the pain sharpened.
A gentle hand rested itself on your forehead. "Dina...Dina..."
You fluttered open your eyes. "Who...?" Two figures stood over you, staring at you curiously with pitch black eyes. It gradually occurred to you that these weren't normal people. For one thing, they were much taller, much more beautiful tha
Tickle TortureTickle Torture3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I gripped his hand between my fingers. I was so nervous, my palms clammy, but it was worth having his touch. A smile brightened our faces as out lips collided, a kiss, soft and quick. My cheeks reddened anyways. We giggled at the tiny fireworks that filled our stomachs, they were just another thing we could share, another thing we had in common. I never wanted to let go of his hand. Maybe I wouldn't. I bit my lip in shyness, trying to hide my blushing face in my shoulder.
His hand cupped under my chin. "You're beautiful, Franky," he smiled. I felt my insides melt, a warmth drip into my insides. I tried to hold back my goofy smile, but it forced its way out while I crinkled my nose. He chuckled cutely, place a small kiss on my cheek. Oh god, let this last forever! He ran his fingers across my shoulder blade and up my neck. I felt tiny trembles. Then he did something weird.
"What are you doing?" I asked, soft and curious. He pouted slightly, looking at me. "You're not ticklish?" he asked
The Kiss - FrerardI was giving all my effort in my guitar, as usual while playing 'You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prision'. It was Ray's guitar solo at the moment, so I took a break from playing. Then I noticed Gerard strutting over to me and grabbing the back of my head, forcing me to kiss him.The Kiss - Frerard3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was surprised, obviously, but kissed back right away. His tounge pushed it's way into my mouth, exploring it fully. I could barely battle for dominence, because he was winning. I wrapped an arm around his waist and let my other arm fall from my guitar.
And then I remember we were on stage. I stopped kissing him and he pushed me away from him, and continued singing like nothing happened. I shook everything from my head and went on playing.
----Fast forward to after the show----
We were all really sweaty because the show had just finished. It actually looked like we had just showered, especially me. I don't know why but I'm always the one to emerge the most drenched in sweat. Gerard was always second.
Love order III CielxSebastian. Love order III .Love order III CielxSebastian6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
#18+ content *gigglewiggle*#
There they were - lying down on the surface of the carriage. Sebastian holding Ciel`s palms tight. He slowly leaned closer to Ciel`s hardly blushing face and then poked his cheek with his own nose and slowly slided his face to his master`s ear and whispered: ''You are so cute when you blush..''
The demon grinned and bite the tip of Ciel`s ear softly.
Shiver went through the boy`s body as he felt his butler doing the little things with his ear. Then again with his cheek and then putting little butterfly kisses on his neck.
Ciel felt a warm smile rise up on his lips, but he didn`t want his butler to see that.
''Gaahhhaha that tickles! Oh please stophhaha!!'' Ciel let out a little scream as he felt a tongue sliding here and there on his neck.
''I know you enjoy that'' Sebastian rised a bit and, for a big surprise for Ciel, he kissed his master on his lips with so much passion that ir made Ciel`s heart skip beat.
Ciel fought for breath breaki
Chemical Attractions, Pt IIWe can learn a lot from hydrochloric acid.Chemical Attractions, Pt II3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Not the whole dangerously-corrosive part, of course, though I admit that a lot of people probably find us two a bit hard to stomach. A dynamic duo we are not.
What I mean is that dance they do - shy glances across a crowded room (beaker?) as Hydrogen and Chlorine each quietly regret their incompleteness, feeling that hole where another electron ought to be, but never willing to resort to online dating... They were probably lab partners in high school, and then a couple of years later found themselves across the table from one another in that sophomore Shakespeare class, then side-by-side in Differential Equations. But they did their work and answered questions and never made more eye-contact than was necessary.
And then there was that day in the early autumn when Chlorine absent-mindedly collected Hydrogen's laundry from the dryer and started to fold it simply because it was a neighbourly thing to do, and there was that spark of understanding
The Past, The FutureDo you remember when you were little and your best friend told you she didn't want to be friends anymore? It hurts like something was nesting on your heart and had clawed its way into your soul. There is an childish elegance to the sadness that you assumed only existed for grown ups when they talk about grown up things. In the glorious contant of humanity, the existence of her will corrode and become a faded memory that you will only remember when you hurt again.The Past, The Future3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And then you will lose your dog, your best friend, your confidant. It will happen suddenly and you will be left with nothing but the hole in your heart of a lost companion who you assumed would be around forever. You will learn at that moment that nothing true or pure lasts forever. A part of your innocence will die as you cradle your companion for the last time. If only you had goldfish and parents who lied to you about him instead.
You will think the worst is over, playgrounds will become a little less magical, danger will b