USUK - Waiting For The EndThis is not the endUSUK - Waiting For The End3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This is not the beginning
Just a voice like a riot
Rocking every revision
But you listen to the tone
And the violent rhythm
Though the words sound steady
Something empties within them
Alfred smiled in a withdrawn manner at his companion, Arthur, who turned around from unlocking his front door, his eyebrows raised slightly almost in anticipation. America played his part then in the never ending role of loyal-steady-boyfriend. A kiss to the cheek to watch England flush an abnormally bright shade of red before then sneaking another kiss from the Briton's smooth lips.
As he had for the past three dates now, England screwed up his face at the contact, pushing hard against the American's shoulders until he leant back to give the man some space. Alfred wasn't surprised to notice that Arthur's cheeks weren't stained red but were his normal shade of alabaster. Things hadn't been going well and he wasn't sure as to the reason why. They had been happy, hadn't they? Thei
Oh DeathOh Death2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was too fast, much like fire spreading across a freshly polished floor. Everyone saw it coming; just not like this. Gilbert wasn't a drunk. Sure he would drink on the weekends but he never drank to the point where he got violent. He knew his limit. He loved to harass Roderich. To get under the piano nerd's skin. He loved to go hunt, swing out into the lake with that old tire swing that Vati hung on the sturdy tree branch. Gilbert was great; that is until he had to fall.
The night was November 4, it was another normal night at our home. Gilbert laughing and talking to his friend Antonio over the phone. Vati had gone to work and left Gilbert in charge. I was 16 and Gilbert was 18, I could take care of myself. Now stuck with my older brother for the night I had no choice but to go to bed early. I heard his annoying laughter as he laughed with his friend on the line. I rolled my eyes and walked upstairs and went to bed.
With the feeling of anxiety in my stomach I could not sleep, I kept
WithdrawalWithdrawal2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every addict goes through it
whether it be from
I feel it
thought I'm not addicted to drugs or booze
I'm addicted to you.
When ever you leave my side for long amounts of time
I go through it
Every day I'm in withdrawal
It seems I'm addicted to to the times we're not together
and the recurring dreams of
But since you are gone
and there is no longer an US withdrawal is all i know
A-am i hilusinating or did i just see you walk by?
Am i experiencing withdrawal right now?
Honestly, I've forgotten how it feels and what it does to my head..
Is this you I'm talking to?
Is this you I hear talking back??
I-is this your touch I feel???
AM I LOSING MY MIND????!!
I wish I could tell whats really there and what isn't
Sometime i think if i hadn't met you I'd be happier
but that's not true...
because you were the only thing that could get me to smile an actual smile.
I experience it when you come near me
SnowThe unmistakable Chill of winter was roaming about. It was weaving itself though the many nooks and crannies of Konoha. Every small opening it found, it took without hesitation, leaving behind tendrils of mini-chills.Snow3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Chill of Winter needed to get its job done quickly and spread the season of winter throughout the Land of Fire. He had a very busy schedule, since Mother Nature had woke him up rather late. Usually Chill liked to get an early start, but his mother believed that he needed to wake up late this year. Whatever his mother was planning, it was putting him a step back of normal schedule. Blowing past houses, streets, parks, and other buildings, he made sure to leave an extra frost on each passing. Snow would fall when it wanted; all he had to do was bring the cold weather.
After all Snow had been replaced couple year ago by a new spirit. One that liked to have a normal schedule like him, they got along pretty well, and both of them liked routine and not much change. Though C
R e m e m b e r M e.Help, I have done it again.R e m e m b e r M e.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The rain never seemed to stop when bad things lingered around the corner. When the world seemed cruel and all you wanted to do was cry ;
The Sky Always Seemed to Beat you to it.
Footsteps pressed onward, water splashing the clean and pressed pants of that Raira Uniform he took care of so well. Everything about the young male was clean and organized, from his face down to the way he put his clothes away. But today, he could care less about all of that.
Trembling fingers quickly dialed that oh-so-familiar number, that number he could dial with his eyes closed. The ear piece was placed to his ear as he continued his sprint, the world seemed to come to a stop around him. The ever changing city seemingly almost. . .frozen in the seconds the phone rang.
It just kept ringing and ringing and . . . !
"This is Kida Masaomi, I can't get to my phone right now! But if you're a pretty lady leave your name and number and I'll get back to you A.
The LovelessThis is just a stepping stone.The Loveless3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are the spitting image of your older brother
Skinny in all black,
But redemption comes from his betrayal.
The only one who could stop your mother's illogical lashings,
Is now pressing you down against cold wet ink.
Wet ink still fresh with heavy phrases, words, and letters
that once caressed your ears,
Now design his division like
rings in a binder.
They hold everything and not nothing in the balance.
Your heart begins to whither before its time.
Telling the story of a young boy who has lost his history,
his mother's identity,
and in turn his closest kin.
This isn't tragedy yet,
for I am still here
I have given you all of me,
You, so pure, even in the midst of corruption.
I am not your teacher,
I am but your student.
I am not your master,
I am but your servant.
And I want to be more than your friend
Despite the things we can't say to each other,
because for once I can feel some kind of pain for someone.
For once, I belong to someone of my own choosing
A Kuroshitsuji CarolA Kuroshitsuji CarolA Kuroshitsuji Carol3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a harsh cold December night. Cold winds gripped the land in its freezing hold. Snow covered everything that wasn't kept inside the safe and warm houses of Britain. A full moon reflected its light onto the earth giving everything a ghostly, pale, white light. Such light, that escaped into the windows of one, Phantomhive Mansion. One of the many windows of the mansion belonged to a study, which was currently occupied with one, Ciel Phantomhive.
Ciel sighed as he just finished the last bit of paperwork for the day. He turned his attention to the cake which his butler had prepared for him, and somehow he had managed to put it off his mind until now. Today's dessert was Christmas pudding. Ciel narrowed his eyes at the dessert remembering the name of it. Christmas. Who needed it? However when he had looked over the Funtom companies profits over the season, they had rocketed, exceeding the previous months' profits. That's what Christmas was, a
Fanime Character DescriptionsAmberFanime Character Descriptions5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Amber is shy and kind. She is generally content but doesn't divulge her feelings or her secrets easily. However, when she is around Damien she tends to relax her guard a little, but is easily embarrassed. Damien likes to exploit this with light, harmless teasing. Her manerisms are subtle but graceful.
Amber is intelligent and loves reading. She's also know to be a connoisseur of various coffees and loves cats and kittens. She's also known for her affinity of hairpins and clips that she uses to keep her long bangs out of her face.
For fashion, Amber prefers simple colors and patterns, usually in purples, blues and greys or blacks. She loves sweaters and skirts, but never wears a skirt shorter than her ankles. She also likes ruffles and lace when done right.
Becky is energetic and an extrovert. She loves adventure and trying new things. She's a loyal friend and will be the first to try to cheer up a buddy who's feeling down. Becky likes to dress cute
Every Drop Like Wine CH1Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, I only own my OC Sancho ShingetsuEvery Drop Like Wine CH13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Every Drop Like Wine
The Beginning of The End
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
~Alfred Lord Tennyson~
My headphones where on my ears, the song Burn the Witch by Queens of the Stone Age was blaring threw the speakers. I lay there with my eyes closed as I let the music flow threw me. A drop of rain soon fell from the sky and landed upon my nose. The drop of water startled me and I opened my eyes and looked up at the sky. I wrinkled my nose in discontent at the dark rain clouds.
"I should really get home before I get soaked," I sighed, I pulled off the headphones and stuck them (along with my MP3) into my pouch.
I got up from the blades of green grass within the mead
DrugDrug3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Your my drug
I'm severely addicted to you
I miss you
I need you
I-i need my high
Please give it to me.
With just one kiss
I'm begging please!
Just one more time
Just one small kiss
It doesn't even have to be on my lips,
Just one last touch
Just enough to get high
Just one last time
I'm experiencing withdrawal without you
I'm hyperventilating late at night
When my mind goes blank and starts to think of you
I hear your voice when your not around
I hear you say my name like you did before
........just as sweetly.....
One last time....
One last hug
One last intense stare
One last "Hey!"
One last "I love you..."
One last look that would take my breath away....
One last high then I can go on my way
I can go and learn to live with this whole in my heart
Learn to live with the symptoms of not having you
Learn to live with the tears
Learn to live a lie
Learn to put on this faked smile every day, just to get by
Learn to not get my ever so sweet
You have my HeartYou have my Heart3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Sheath my Soul
Beneath your Sword
Throw it in a Hole
But don't tell my Lord
He musn't Know
about our Affair
about my Heart
you bound beneath the Snow
Eyes so Green
Skin so Fair
A scar that mars your beautiful Face
Remind of our time and Place
We are two Fools
Prey to War
We are their Tools
But please Remember
You have my Heart
Falling in love with you wasn't Smart.
The Half-DragonThe Half-Dragon2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beware the dragon's might,
Breath, destructive firelight.
Elegant features, dazzling flame,
Deadly twin-bite, a foe left in shame.
Hear the dragon's roar,
Transformed, ready to soar!
Snarling, prey in sight,
Snapping jaws, you have lost this fight.
Beneath the dragon's claw,
A neck easily snapped by her maw.
Burned to ashes with a fiery snort,
To hunt arrogant fools--a fitting sport.
A victorious echo, resound the dragon's growl,
Enemies flee from her furious scowl.
Surrender now or face defeat,
You are nothing but a plate of fresh fried meat!
Fear instilled by the dragon's wrath,
Left in her wake, a molten path.
Try to run, it's all in vain,
For a moment later you shall be slain.
There is no survival against the dragon's dance,
Fight if you must, but you stand not a chance;
Victory upon her, thus continues her glorious reign...
"Dragonslayers" take heed--for Shyvana is your bane.
Writing in the SandWriting in the SandWriting in the Sand3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What are you, some kind of philanthropist?"
Reed raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Ixtli would continue without prompting. He could see it in his eyes; the need to unload some part of his burden, air it to the world. Maybe, if he did, he would be able to sleep that night.
"I mean, you pick me up in a bar, you sleep with me, and now it's like you're my personal guardian."
Reed lifted a cigarette to his lips and lit it. "I like you. That's why. There's nothing wrong with that is there?"
Ixtli frowned. He had yet to sort that out for himself. All he knew was that it bothered him, on some deep instinctual level, that this vampire had attached himself so firmly to his personal welfare. "I already have someone to take care of me."
"You mean Maria?" Reed blew out a stream of smoke and smiled at Ixtli from the corner of his eye.
"That's right. She found me first."
The vampire laughed softly and leaned back against the building. Ixtli had a way of brining up important iss
AEP Ch2: The black dressAEP Ch2: The black dress3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
:iconjam-man: wrote a good story about and with my characters.
I tried to write a sequel to complete his work.
Fast Silver (Part 1)
Subdued (Part 2)
Free at Last (Part 3)
Anya slipped the black silk dress on her perfect body. This dress was sweet and light, very comfortable. She locked the belt around her smile waist. She put on the Metallia's boots. She looked her in a mirror.
She said amazed "I'm the blond Metallia I have to change these clothes fast."
She found her electrical motorbike hidden in a shed. She get on and powered up the engine. She drove back at her home.
At home, she threw her helmet on the sofa and stopped in front a mirror. She felt so well in this so beau
A shadow on the wall...A shadow on the wall...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A shadow on the wall,
But nothing underneath.
We are watching her fall,
But there is only air beneath.
The shadow is missing.
Whose chair might that be,
Which we are eyeing?
A vampire's maybe.
Toxic Carcass - Introduction"Bizzare murder cases have been reported in the outskirts of a large populated community called Westmoor City. Recent reports have stated familys being attacked by groups of three and some by a whole horde of what seems to have been people. Victims were evidentally eaten. Police have investigated the areas that have been mentioned in the reports and none of which have returned. City officials barricaded the specific areas that are now under investigation. And citizens who lived in or around the areas, have been evacuated for safety issues." The newswoman kept eye contact with the camera, not even shifting her gaze a bit. Her expression seemed grim as she held her microphone steadily beneath her lips. She was currently broadcasting at the Westmoor National Forest. It was just before dusk and the sun was setting, making the far and near oak and pine trees appear to be black. Caution tape was wrapped around multiple trees to avoid any pedestrians to pass,Toxic Carcass - Introduction3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
California Rush pt 34California Rush pt 344 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Tyler hummed as she walked through the halls of the school. "Tristan's gone and school is almost over. Khaaliq's got Dakota. I got Michael. Everything is fine. LA! LA! LA! LA," Tyler hummed. Abby walked by in the hallway with a scowl on her face. Tyler looked at her. "What's wrong Abby?"
"EVERYTHING! You remember Peace?" Abby asked.
"You mean the movement that people like me have been working for since the 60s or the dude?"
"The dude of course. Anyways he and Derek just tried to claw each other eyes out over a date with me," Abby said.
"How come all the boys scramble over you but can give a crap about me?" Tyler pouted. Abby grabbed Tyler's shoulders and shook her.
"This is no time for jealousy Tyler! This is some serious chiz sister. Now what should I do?" Abby asked.
"You can move to Canada and change your name to Elizi Beth and see what happens," Tyler suggested.
"We'll make that our plan B."
Michael, Derek and Khaaliq laid asleep on the hotel couches. Mocha walked by and smile
serpents, saints, tombstones.In a graveyard in New Orleans, on a night of no moon, Maman Brigitte walks the narrow alleys between tombstones. She drinks hot peppers and cocoa from a bottle in a brown paper bag, and sings to all the spirits of the dead children. Wherever she sees a tombstone marked with a proper cross, she kisses it with her red red lips, so that it may never crumble or be destroyed. The tourists, in their polyester flower-print shirts, sweating bullets in the swampy Louisiana heat, may see her, on their ghost tours, but their gaze falls on her for no more than a moment, and, if perhaps it sticks for a bit longer, their guide (surely, a voodoo priestess of much knowledge) will assure them it is merely a haunting spirit - perhaps even the great Marie Laveau herself.serpents, saints, tombstones.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Maman Brigitte remembers Marie Laveau, and she does not remember her fondly. She remembers a haughty young woman, with skin the color of coffee-and-cream, who stole her secrets from a woman much older
The Party The PartyThe Party3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nightmares. It all started with that day.
Screams. Cries. Fire.
Ever since that day he forgot what peace meant, what it meant to smile. He despised the god, if there was one, that had occurred this disaster. Since that terrible, and the even worse following days, he had only believed in his demon, and every once in a while, he would be having horrible nightmares about the destiny of his precious ones, and about what had yet to come.
Lost in thoughts, he didn't hear the older man come in. He was startled heavily when he heard the man calling him.
"Young master, you have to get ready for the party. You have only one hour left to prepare yourself."
"S-Sebastian!" Ciel yelled. "Knock on the door before you walk in!"
"But young master, I did knock, but it seems you were that deeply lost in thoughts that you did not hear me. Did it go about... your past?" The butler replied with a smirk.
Ciel's eyes hardened and a light blush appeared on his face.
"S-Shut up! That
The quest for Sebastian‘Sebastian! Where are you?!’ Ciel Phantomhive, the thirteen-years-old earl, shouted and ran through his mansion, looking for his butler. He bumped into someone and fell on the ground, while hearing crashing. Shards of porcelain flew in his direction and a few hit the arm he had been holding up to protect his face. He winced at the pain.The quest for Sebastian3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
‘Ah! I-I’m sorry, young master!!’ The clumsy maid panicked when she saw who was her victim. Her face flushed red from embarrassment, guild and shame. She immediately began collecting the debris and kept apologising. Ciel looked at his arm and wiped the blood away. ‘It’s fine, have you seen Sebastian?‘, he asked eagerly.
Mey Rin shook her head, ‘N-no I haven’t. Though h-he was putting his coat on a bit ago.’ Ciel frowned. Why would he prepare for going outside while I haven’t ordered him to? He got up and walked, carefully not to step on the shards, away. ‘Clean it up, don
My pasta man- GerItaThen again guys..I don't own..ANYTHING! except the plot.My pasta man- GerIta2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Anime: Hetalia Axis Powers
Pairings: Germany x Italy
Genre: Shounen-ai, Fanfiction
It's veeeerrrryyyy shoooortt...is it okay?!?!?!!?! XD
"Here, my dear Psychiatrist, is Guillermo's Sanctuary for Mentally Impaired patients."
A bespectacled man said, wearing a lab coat with an Italian accent assisting a young man with a slicked back blonde hair.
"Danke, Sir Mario." The young man replied carrying his own suitcase.
" Don't mention it, Signor Ludwig. Make sure to pass this test so that you can get your Psychology license. Ok? You gonna need it in Germany."Dr. Mario said as he patted Ludwig's shoulder which Ludwig only nod.
Ludwig Beilschmidt, a Psychiatrist student from University of Leipzig in Germany, went to Italy to have a 3 month training experience in a mental hospital before getting his license. Still new to the place, he seemed to have a hard time adjusting in the Italian environm
RainRainRain3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Splattering, Pitter Patter,
Tick Tock, Splat, Stutter,
Panic, Cold, Silence, Mutter,
The sound of the rain,
The movement of the clock,
The feelings that surge within.
The fond memories,
The painful ones.
Under the dark sky a heart, crushed.
Then suddenly everything turned soundless
supernaturalSupernaturalsupernatural3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Okay so since the end of season 5 I have been making this fan fiction, so here it is, I hope you enjoy it
"Sam, come on bub, we have to go, and we're meeting up with Dean and Sam in Nebraska." Mary Winchester said, as she began to climb the stairs to the young girls room, no matter where they seemed to stay, with bobby, at hotels she always seemed to hate having to move.
"But Mary I don't want to, they don't care about us anymore, they wouldn't have left us to look after ourselves if they cared, especially after mummy and Aunt Lana died. The time that we needed them the most, they aren't there for us." Samantha cried as she pulled me into an embrace as she burst out crying.
"Sammy, they left us to kill the things that killed Lana and Madeline. They are doing this to save us and other people that could be killed by them, there doing this to protect everyone they and we care about." Mary explained.
"You really think so? You really trust them that much to agree wi