A dormirLleva demasiados años sabiendo que ese día en el que vive puede ser su último día, por eso todavía hay noches en las que abre sus ojos dorados - sobresaltado, con el corazón atorado en la garganta - cuando escucha pasos; provienen del pasillo, y sus orejas se mueven para captar mejor el sonido para nada discreto... Hay un murmullo, risitas de niña, y el cuerpo se le relaja instantáneamente para fingir que todavía duerme.A dormir5 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Abren la puerta que chirría levemente, Cinna le hace "shhh" a su hermana y seguramente la mayor ha encogido los hombros como toda respuestas... La sábana se levanta por ambas partes y siente el frío de la noche calársele en los huesos hasta que las dos pequeñas se acomodan: Cinna contra su estómago como si fuera una pequeña bola de pelos de color castaño y aferrada a su pecho, le duele un poco sus rodillas clavadas en el estómago pero no se mueve por miedo a despertarla, que ha ca
Orwellian concepts in societyGeorge Orwell is perhaps one of the greatest authors of the twentieth century, and one of his greatest novels was 1984. The book was often considered a dystopian novel criticizing the Soviet Union, but he was criticizing the western world just as much as Stalin's nightmare. This failure to catch this criticism has perhaps allowed for western society to look more like Orwell's horrifying depiction of the future. It is not just the result of a corrupt governmental system but also of an economic system in which society was built around, capitalism, which George Orwell was an opponent of despite popular belief.Orwellian concepts in society4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Perhaps one of the major examples of Orwellian concepts is double think, which has imbedded itself into our society. WAR IS PEACE, IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH, SLAVERY IS FREEDOM, are Orwell's famous examples of double think. We have been taught double think from the beginning, and almost never realize the contradiction.
War is peace is one we are constantly feed during war time, we are a
Transformation ch 1Just so you know the main character in this story is a guy amd he's supposed to be somewhere between 16 and 18 years old, I guess, but I haven't thought of a name for him yet.Transformation ch 15 years ago in Drama More Like This
Anyways, here's the story:
I sat down at my seat.
A few minutes later, the waitress came around.
"Hello, my name is Kelly and I'll be your waitress today." She said in a bubbly, happy voice, the complete contrast of how I feel right now. "What would like today, sir?"
"Umm...a coke, and some raviolis." I said, hoping I didn't sound as upset or as bleak and confused as I felt.
She wrote it down on a notepad, said a genuine sounding "thank you", turned and walked off.
I sat there, waiting patiently.
I really needed something nice for everything's that's been going on.
I needed a night to just eat and relax and not worry about the freaky things that have been happening to me.
Emphasis on Freaky.
As I waited, I glanced through the menu just to see if there was something better than the food I'd already chosen, and to
G. A. Y.G. A. Y.G. A. Y.5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
What is this word?
Does it mean I don't deserve anything?
Does it mean you're better than me?
Does it mean you can bash me? Hate me? Hurt me?
I barely remember the day mum told me my brother was gay. It hardly stands out at all. It didn't surprise me, didn't hurt me, didn't concern me. He was Jesse. He would always be Jesse. It hardly even came as a surprise. I never suspected anything but it made no difference if he was gay or not. Who cares if he liked boys or girls?
The next day though I remember very clearly. All it takes is a tiny little comment. Just one stupid 11 year old boy making some stupid comment about gays. I remember it so clearly. I broke down, inside. I wanted to tell all my friends that day that my brother was gay. How could I tell them now? I wanted to scream and cry, I wanted to make that stupid boy hurt for hurting me, for hating my brother, even though he didn't know. He didn't know that my brother was gay, he didn't think he was hurting anyone. Bu
Music speaksMusic speaksMusic speaks3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Words left unspoken,
The pain,the joy,
Soft whspers of the heartbroken
Poems of romance,
The good, the bad,
sweet rhythmns of a first dance
Beats of love and lust,
The hot, the cold,
New desires that spark and old that rust
A story of dreams
The bliss, The nightmares
Melodies that burst at the seams.
Words inside my heart
My tears, my smiles,
fears of my harmony falling apart.
Long ago, Do you remember?Long ago, Do you remember?5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
USUK, Highschool AU, Fluff, Oneshot. Arthur meets a mysterious boy who calls himself 'hero' and they become good friends in just one week. Then the so called 'hero' moves away after a family divorce, and for ten years Arthur thinks the boy has forgotten about him. Until one day in the autumn
Before you start reading, beware that in order to make this storyline possible, I had to make the age difference only 1 year, instead of four. So Alfred is only about 1 year younger then Arthur. Enjoy!
If there's any typo's, please tell me, it's non-beta.
I don't remember much about my childhood friends. Well, not from my real friends that is.
I did have friends, lots actually, but as I grew older, I started to notice I was the only one to be able to see them. People told me they were 'thin
A Chef Stole My Heart USUKThis is a story about how America comes to work for England who has somehow become a chef. Slowly, they start to care for each other and eventually become romantically involved. Please critique and enjoy!A Chef Stole My Heart USUK5 years ago in Romance More Like This
Alfred turned, wiping the sweat off of his forehead. A blonde man shorter than himself was searing some salmon in a pan. He wore a very sevre expression. "Uh, one sec," Alfred called as he tried to set down some of the dirty dishes in his arms.
"Blast it- Hurry your slow ass up!" The man yelled furiously, his large eyebrows creased in a stressful expression.
Alfred scowled and dropped the dishes sloppily in a large sink. They splashed water on the floor but no one seemed to notice. He looked around feeling paranoid and not wanting to be yelled at. Again. I'm going as fast as I can damn it... He thought as he rushed his way past the many counters of the large kitchen.
All the cooks were in their checkered pants, moving around so fast it seemed hard
SicknessSickness11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Fullmetal Alchemist or any of the characters for that matter. I am just merely...er, borrowing them as my muses at the moment. Do not sue me for anything but my imagination, which will not get you far in the courtroom. If there are any similarities between my story and another, I apologize but all I have to say is, I guess great minds think alike after all. Ja na! Enjoy!
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Cause you can't jump the track
We're like cars on a cable
And life's like an hourglass glued to the table,
No one can find the rewind button boys
so cradle your head in your hands
And breathe, just breathe, whoa breath just breathe
There's a light at each end of this tunnel you shout
'cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out
And these mistakes you've made
You'll just make them again if you only try turnin' around
Anna Nalick, "Breathe (2 AM)
It had all started with a simple phone call—a simple phone call to make an appoin
Sanji x Luffy DrabbleLuffy x Sanji FluffSanji x Luffy Drabble7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Neee Sanji! Luffy whined, bouncing into the small kitchen on The Going Merry. The Love Cook was too busy sautéing onions and mushrooms in his shallow pan to notice the younger boys whining. Luffy frowned, and then bounded over right behind the blond.
SA-N-JI! Luffy whined loudly into his ear. Sanji jumped nearly a foot in the air. With an annoyed huff, he spun around.
If you want some food, Im making it right now. Supper will be ready in fifteen or twenty minutes. Sanji said, moving from the pan to begin finely slicing the chicken he had set on the cutting board minutes prior.
Can I help? was his captains unexpected response. Sanji blinked.
Huh? Luffy picked up the spatula Sanji had placed on the counter.
Can I help you cook dinner? Luffy repeated, rapping the counter impatiently with the utensil. Sanji quickly took the spatula from his hand.
Why the sudden inter
House vs ElricDr. Gregory House Vs Edward ElricHouse vs Elric9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Author's note: The inspiration for this little mongrel came from watching Dr. House interact with kids in a couple of episodes. And it made me wonder, how would he get along with Edward Elric? Badly, I at first surmised, House would snap something like "get out my way you maladjusted little troll!" And Ed would alchemize a real snake on House's cane. But then again, maybe this would happen.
Disclaimer: I don't own either Full Metal Alchemist, nor the charcter of Dr. Gregory House. I just want to torture some of the characters for a bit.
Warning: Some clinical talk about "naughty bits." No yaoi - no, none. Not even if you squint.
Beta: Kittygirl109 (ff.net)
Doctor Gregory House was not a happy camper. After the opening of a stable transdimensional Gate about a year ago, he'd come to Amestris on a "doctor swap" for a few months. He w
A Poem for Dorian GrayEver youthful, portrait of perfection;A Poem for Dorian Gray6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Beckoning, leading, every inflection;
No morals to restrain, amusing your dismay;
You live in black and white, while we exist in Gray...
BittersweetBITTERSWEETBittersweet6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA, I just like to play around in its world and annoy the canon characters for a while. As well as tug at your heartstrings, I cant resist a happy ending, evenif it isnt a done deal.
Author's note: I just started reading The Girl WithThe Dragon Tatttoo by Stieg Larsson (HIGHLY recommended that you read it). Little scraps of stories began intruding on my conscious mind when I was barely into chapter one. They got so demanding I had to put the book down and fire up Word Pad.
Warning: This might make you shed a few tears. First series animeverse with some manga overtones.
Beta du jour: Took-baggins
She was crying, loudly enough he could hear it from the bottom of the hill as he made his way homeward, tired from another long workday. The sound became louder the closer he came to home, it buzzed against his eardrums like a persistent house fly. He found himself squinting his eyes agains
FallingYou walk along the tracks,Falling5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stomach sick and sore,
You shouldn't have listened to that devil on your shoulder,
You have nothing to live for.
Clothing weaved by impulse,
Heart cracked from stones.
Reaching those lifeless fingers in the air for the sake of the sky,
For the sake of me,
Don't you dare cry.
You can't turn around,
You'll lose your balance and start from the beginning.
And we all know the ways of evil,
The way it makes your head spin,
But, never lose hope.
For the sake of me,
Don't you dare cry.
You close your eyes,
And heave a sigh,
Sprawled and tangeled in your sheets,
Wanting the space beside you no more,
It's up for grabs you say.
You could throw away a bit of your life here,
I don't want you to hurt this way,
Lonely and sad.
so for the sake of me,
Don't you dare cry.
Watching you blurs my vision,
How could I be so selfish to leave you,
My days are so cold and lifeless,
While you live in the sunny rays.
I watch you down below as you ste
Who Spoke FirstWho spoke f--f--fir---st?Who Spoke First5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can`t de--scri---ibe
100 things Sanji wouldn't do100 things Sanji wouldn't do7 years ago in Humor More Like This
1) stop flirting
2) get tired of cooking
3) hit a woman
4) wear rag-tag clothing
5) become a sheep farmer
6) loose Nami's birthday money at a cassino
7) choke to death
8) die of lung cancer
9) kick a puppy
10) get caught making out with Zolo
11) let a spider crawl along his arm
12) trip over himself
13) fall overboard for no reason
14) get a job as a roller waiter
15) give someone food poisoning
16) gain a lot of weight
17) get gum stuck to his shoe
18) reveal a stash of porn under his bed
19) sell weed
20) get a tattoo of a naked woman on his shoulder
21) paint his nails
22) dye his hair black, wear make-up, and start cutting himself
23) run out of insults for Zolo
24) cosplay as Shanks to tease Luffy
26) pin his hair back and show his left eye
27) star in a hairgel commercial
28) become a pessimistic person
29) kill the artist of his bounty poster...saw style
30) wear high heels
31) become a pimp
32) kill someone by poisoning their wine
33) shave his legs
34) become a r
BOWLING prt 1BOWLING prt 15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
What to do, what to do! Poor Michael was having such a bad run of luck lately. His friends were being such jerks to him. And now, his own brother had bailed on him! It was no wonder the poor boy had been so upset. He was so hurt by the recent events that he didn't seem to notice when Slender Man gave him a pat on the shoulder. Not one for being ignored, the slim creature gave the opposing shoulder a reassuring squeeze, just to remind him that he wasn't completely alone.
And alas, poor Micheal had gone pale and blanked out.
The suited figure shook his blank head at the human. "You poor thing. These past months have been rough on you, haven't they?" he asked the unconscious person as he wrapped his tentacles around him. "This won't do at all." he then dragged the human down the hallway. Slendy plucked the phone from the receiver, dialing a number. He knew who to call.
The phone rang a few times, before something answered. "I am The Rake... who's this?" the strange demon asked.
Vamos a jugar...Vamos a jugar, tío, Jack...Vamos a jugar...5 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Es la voz dulce de un grito que desgarra en la oscuridad, el cuello frágil revienta entre sus manos como aquella taza de porcelana - que pertenecía a un juego de té, lleno de flores oscuras que parecían caducas - que aquella vez le rajó la yema de los dedos... Ahora no es su sangre, es la de otros, y mancha completamente sus manos. También es caliente como el té, y seguramente su sabor metálico se asimilará al de la infusión.
El té no olía a hierro oxidado, a sudor corriéndole por la frente y a huesos partidos... Pero claro, estaba aderezado con azúcar, para que no fuera demasiado fuerte para las niñas. Eso le dijo Black. Ahora ya no hay nada que lo suavice. Nada. NADA.
Oh, ha apretado demasiado fuerte...
Son dos y lloran por las noches porque la oscuridad les aterra o porque el monstruo del armario ha decidido salir de sus mentes para colarse
AmericaX Reader My secret Chapter 10AmericaX Reader My secret Chapter 104 years ago in Settings More Like This
After forcing you to fess up and then making you eat at least fifty scones (well it was only three, but it felt like so many more than that ) Arthur sent you to bed. He wasn't as mad when Alfred explained what you had done, but he was mad that you hadn't at least told him. He could have helped with the distraction.
You appreciated that he cared too, but you also thought of what a nightmare it would have been if he HAD gone. One thing was for sure: you and Alfred wouldn't have been able to tell each other how you felt.
One week later, You and Alfred were getting ready to board a plane that would take you to Washington DC. Arthur and Matthew were going to- well Canada. Some sort of emergency was happening there. The phone call had consisted of something about polar bears and maple syrup. That's all you knew.
"I'm sorry we can't accompany you." Arthur said. Matthew nodded.
"Good luck though, and we'll see you at the world meetings, eh?" Matthew asked. You nodded
Yin and Yang"Momma... I have a secret for you.Yin and Yang6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But you can't tell anyone,
especially not Dad.
Please, not Dad. Okay?"
"What is this world coming to?!
My child, I love you but this is wrong.
I should have known all along.
This is disgusting.
It is not natural, it's habitual
your spending time
with those fags."
"But Momma, this is who I am.
I was hoping that you'd understand,
how I see the beauty in yin and yang.
Men and women are truly the same,
in these blind eyes and open heart.
Is it wrong to love someone,
to see past their body parts?"
The Only Time For ComfortThe Only Time For Comfort6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
In the warm, now-steam-filled air of her bathroom, Inoue Orihime sighed.
This wasn't really a bathroom. Ulquiorra had said it was a small restroom joined to her room when he'd showed it to her. He'd made it sound like a hole in the wall, but it was easily as big as her living room at home. It was huge and empty and white; but when she came in to bathe, it was her only time of relaxation, really. No Arrancar. No Espada. No Aizen.
Just her, the hot water, and the soap she'd discovered she could make all different colored bubbles from by mixing.
As she laid back in the large tub this time, she blew at some pastel-colored foam--the only color, really, in the whole place--and wondered if when she was in this bathroom maybe she was relaxing too much. She sighed again, and shutting her eyes, eased herself into the water so that it covered up to her chin; her long hair clipped back with pins she'd found. Vaguely, she pondered the fact that possibly they were leaving these things here fo
In the RainConrad stood on the curb in the pouring rain, watching the rain drip off the end of his nose in a drenched confusion. His glasses were marked with wet streaks, and streams of water trickled onto his crimson sweater vest.In the Rain6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Though the dark raincoat he was wearing should have prevented the soaking, it was unhelpfully unzipped. The sickly-orange streetlight above illuminated the drops as they came down to pelt him, and he grimaced at the darkened sky.
Conrad despised rain.
Well, not necessarily rain. It was a background noise preferred when he was working on new designs or sketching out plans; a sound that stroked his creative impulse and peppered his notebook with sudden ideas. No, he didn't hate rain. Just getting wet.
It seeped into his pale skin, eliciting a disgusted frown at the uncomfortable soggy sensation. The idea of purposely standing in the precipitation was one Hanna Cross would wholeheartedly embrace without a second thought, probably even dragging his zombie pal along through
20 Things Al Would Never Do20 Things Al Would Never Do20 Things Al Would Never Do9 years ago in Humor More Like This
1. Go to the top of your roof and yell "I'm a special boy!" at the top of his lungs
2. Dance with a coconut
3. Do a crack Mustang cosplay
4. Kick a kitten
5. Have a tea party with an Ed plushie
6. Become Risembool's first male cheerleader
7. Run through Central screaming "The British are coming! The British are coming!"
8. Belly Dance with Edward
9. Dance around without a shirt on in public
10. Go ontop of a hill and yell "I'm Naruto Uzumaki, and I'm gonna be Hokage, BELIEVE IT!"
11. Start talking in a Jamacian accent
12. Dress up like Envy just to make Ed mad
13. Jump on the bed and yell "I have ADD! I have ADD!"
14. Have a spaz attack over a piece of cheese
15. Yell "RAWR I AM ALPHONSE TEH HUMAN KITTEH!"
16. Meow at the door so Edward will let him in
17. Try and shape his hair into cat ears
18. Ask Pinako where babies come from
19. Start beating Winry with a wrench screaming "STOP HITTING MY BROTHER YOU HAG!"
20. Become Roy's apprentice
DreamSleepless eyes, dry your tears, lay your head, sleep is near.Dream5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Restless mind, have no fear, clear your head, I'll be here.
Hetalia - Christmas Party Ch.1The outdoor landscape was quiet, serene, and undisturbed in the mid-afternoon day. Big, fluffy snow-flakes fell, blanketing the earth, trees, and everything in sight with a coat of brilliant, sparkling white that would later hurt to look at in the dazzling sun.Hetalia - Christmas Party Ch.16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Indoors, Alfred F. Jones looked out the window in horror, face contorted into one of exaggerated agony and frustration. Every few minutes or so, this expression would melt into an over-grown pout as he stared at the fluffy white flakes with crossed arms.
"This is terrible," he declared in the darkest tone he could muster. "This is an absolute disaster."
Behind him, his lesser half sat curled up on the couch with a book, thumb pressed into the page to mark where he left off as he looked up at his older brother.
"It's just a little snow," Matthew remarked softly, blinking curiously out the window to see if he had missed some sign of impending doom. Alfred turned away from the window with a flourish of his arms, expression grim as