Last Chances, Heart BreakerAutumn;Last Chances, Heart Breaker7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
When he wakes up, everything is dark. After a few minutes, things start coming into view, blurry. He can hear a rapid rush as air moves in ragged, heavy breaths into his lungs. As his senses slowly return, he can feel that hes laying half on concrete, and half on something hard, yet unsteady. He can smell garbage, mixed with the left-over scent of stale alcohol and cigarettes. Then, suddenly, everything hurts.
He almost cries out, but his throat is dry, and produces no sound. He curls in on himself, but that doesnt help, just makes the pain worse. Blackness swirls in front of his eyes again, but he takes a few deep breaths, and manages to stumble to his feet. He still has his cell phone, wallet, and money. Grabbing a cab crosses his mind, but at this hour, it would be faster to walk.
His legs almost give out on him when he starts walking, but he balances against a wall, and doesnt go down. He ends up limping most of the way. He wasnt far to begin
Prom Night 'Ryden' Ch. 11CH. 11 Prom Night 'Ryden'Prom Night 'Ryden' Ch. 117 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
BEWARE: Band slash. Don't like it? Then please don't read!
Brendon tangled his fingers with Ryans brown locks of hair. He noticed his shirt was a bit damp where Ryan had been snuggled, he couldnt help but feel a little bad for Ryan, he didnt deserve the life he had. Brendon carefully inspected Ryans angelic figure while he slept, the sunlight coming from the window hit him perfectly, as if a halo was placed directly upon his head. Not wanting to wake him up, Brendon carefully reached for the nightstand next to his bed, and grabbed his cell phone which read a time that suggested he was 2 hours late to school. Instead of taking notice of this, or even caring, he just snuggled closer to Ryan, his arms still tightly wrapped around him. They had slept in an embrace.
Brendon? The voice startled him; he was lost in Ryans perfection that he wouldnt have realized he said anything if it wasnt for the fact that
QuestionsQuestions-Ryden Standalone (One-shot)Questions7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Beware: Band Slash!
A rhythmic tapping was the only thing that seemed to keep Ryan awake during philosophy class. His own slender fingers banging down on the oak wood of the old furnished desks drowned out the droning professor ranting about life. Sometimes he wondered why he had taken such a class, at one point he might have been desperate to find the meaning of life but some old haggard surely wasnt going to know the answer as to why we were put on Earth.
Mr. Lunsy, do you believe in faith? A chalky, egotistic boy in the back of the room yelled. Ryan took notice that his college professor who seemed to constantly brag about being the wisest man alive, hesitated.
Why, thats preposterous boy! This world is strictly a matter of scientific belief, if faith existed wed have answers.
The professor went back to droning and the enthusiastic boy took a seat, his smile faltering. Ryan went back to zoning
Prom Night 'Ryden' Ch. 13Prom Night Ryden Ch. 13Prom Night 'Ryden' Ch. 137 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Beware: Band Slash!!! Dont like it? Please dont read then!!
Come on Bren, Ryan tugged at Brendons hand as he led him out of the school; this detention gave them some new respect for Ms. Cancel.
Ryan, are you okay? Ryan stopped dead in his tracks and gave Brendon an intimidating glare.
Am, I okay?! Brendon, Im not the one who refuses to open up to his boyfriend! As soon as the words left Ryans mouth, he knew he regretted them. Brendon looked hurt, and Ryan knew he shouldnt have yelled at him for something pointless. It felt a little awkward to call him his boyfriend, but that was the only pleasant thing at the moment.
Im sorry , Brendon managed to mumble, unlinking his hand with Ryans and staring down at his feet. He was taking extra notice of the grass.
No, Brendon, I am. Sorry I yelled, sorry that I cant help you feel better. Im jus
youcanbreathnowJune 4th, 2005youcanbreathnow7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He was late, again, but I didn’t mind. He was always off in his own world, and it was something I understood. I didn’t care that I was standing in a growing puddle that the hem of my jeans was soaking up. I didn’t mind that my hair was matted to my face and my clothes were clinging to my skin, heavy with rain water. It had been cold at first, but the longer I stood in the torrential downpour, the more used to it I became. It didn’t take all that long for my shivering to cease.
He’s always been late to things his whole life, unless there was someone to manage time for him. Sometimes I wondered if time even meant anything to him, if he ever noticed it passing by, or if it was just a minor inconvenience that he’d rather pay no mind to. That’s just how he was, focused on his goals and little else. Eating, sleeping, even bathing were things that if I wasn’t there, he would avoid them because they hindered his processes and inter
A Reluctant Slave - 80A Reluctant Slave - 804 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You know I do not believe you realise how lucky you are."
It was the next day and Lucy found herself in the presence of Gregori, alone in one of the main social rooms. It was designed to look like Iann, with paintings of sunlight and meadows for the vampires to enjoy the false sun that the chandelier acted as. However there was red contrasting with the beautiful colours; the ground was almost littered in dead humans.
"Are you even listening to me?"
Lucy blinked but focused back on the other vampire. She had drifted off when he had started to talk about how wonderful her life was for the third time. Although the vampire appeared to be mostly harmless she knew that it was far from the case as she studied his deep, brown tinted crimson eyes, "I was just admiring the...décor." Gregori's eyes flashed around them, taking in their surroundings as he lazily reclined against one of the sofas. He gave a fanged smirk.
"I sense sarcasm in your voice and I thought you would admire this futuri
PAtD - UntitledNo matter how much Ryan Ross tries to ignore it, it's not like he doesn't know what the fans think. Teenage girls who, for some reason, have this strange want to see him and Brendon together. He doesn't get it. Why does that excite them? How would that make them happy? Just, what the hell?PAtD - Untitled8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
And yeah, he's thought about it from time to time, tried to understand what is going through their fans' heads with this whole pornfiction thing. But most of the time, he just tries to go on and forget it even ever came up in the first place. It's not important, right? They can have their fantasies, whatever.
In Munich, Brendon falls to the stage in mock exhaustion, but his high from the stage lights and adrenaline won't let him stop tapping his foot to the beat. He beckons Ryan to come over to him, for what, he doesn't know. He just wants to hear the fans scream some more, and Ryan knows that, so, in a stroke of spontaneity, he sits on top of Brendon, strad
Laughing Blind: PrologueLaughing Blind: Prologue6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Prologue: See No Evil
All the girl could hear was the pounding of her heart and the rapid tapping of her feet on the pavement. Her long brown, wavy hair flew behind her as she fled. With every step she took, her head throbbed so painfully that she almost lost consciousness. She tried to ignore the spasms, but in vain. All at the same time, she was frightened, in pain, and too tired to continue. But the girl knew she couldn't stop. Not with the certainty of a brutal death following close behind her.
So she kept on running. Right, left, dead end, back track, left again. The girl looked over her shoulder and saw the mob vermin bearing down on her like they were chasing a prize. Though they were not in the best of shape, they were still catching up, fast. And the labyrinth of alleyways did nothing to help her current situation. They were endless and merciless. There seemed to be no way out. I
Bleeding HeroHow can I explain my feelings to you? My bitter, tarnished love, how it burns in my throat like too much soda. How I hate that I love you more than you know. But I love you all the same.Bleeding Hero6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I am the burnt-out streetlight under the falling night sky. The fleeting joy of a balloon that slips away to the clouds. And I'm sick of band-aids that don't work, I'm sick of being the bleeding hero.
Don't you realize what I'm worth? You dropped me like a penny on the street corner and everything went black. I gave you a choice and you ripped my love to shreds.
Love isn't what I read about in sweet-dream magazines. It's not worth the doubt, but I doubt even that. I can't fit this band-aid on my broken heart.
You are everything to me, but I don't even know what everything is anymore. You used to burn in my thoughts, but not anymore. I'll let go of the balloon and I'll drink a sweeter poison.
I am the world's worst Romeo.
The Christmas Pantomime Ch9About an hour later, the two teenagers were laying on gilberts bedroom floor, abandoned pizza boxes and coke bottles surrounding them both. Gil was just glad that Matthew was smiling again, trying not to gaze at him quite so much as he told him about something...in all honesty Matthew could be reading him the dictionary and the German would still think it was awesome.The Christmas Pantomime Ch94 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Gil...why is your bedroom in the basement? Doesn't it get cold down here?" Matthew asked, looking around him with mild interest
The other had been waiting for that question, grinning a little as he explained: "well, Vati got sick of all the noise I was making, and Luddy got sick of sharing a room. So my Awesome self got moved down here! And I can be as loud as I like, cos there's two floors between me and the others. And yeah, it gets cold..." gilbert shrugged, "but I guess that's why blankets were invented right?"
Matthew nodded, looking up at the small window in the ceiling "I guess so...and it makes sense..." he smile
You Look Familiar Ch 1A/N: Hello There! Thank you very much for reading my story! I'd just like you all to know that this fanfiction will contain many pairings, and I'm going to try to distribute the love to everyone equally! Also, reviews make me suuuuper happy! They encourage me to work faster, and feedback is always appreciated!You Look Familiar Ch 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Also, there's one element to this story that might be hard to grasp. Basically, the characters are existing in a world parallel to the one in Hetalia, where instead of Nations, they're ordinary humans. However, the two worlds are not completely separate from one another. In fact, the worlds are almost exactly the same, the only difference being that there is no such thing as a country personification in the world which this fanfiction takes place. Because of this, the memories from the Nations in one universe sometimes gets mixed up with the memories of the humans in the other universe.
Pairings you can expect: GerIta, PruCan, USUK, Spamano, Rochu, Giripan, FranLux(OC), SuFin,
Black AngelIt is darkBlack Angel5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
In heaven is no Light
Death angels are flying around the world
My heart is so black
blood is flowing every where
I can see
There is no hope
That anyone can hear
I am screamin'
I can't decide
What I have to do
Why is it so dificult
Pain is filling my eyes
I can not feel any love
It is so cold around me now
Black feathers are fallin'
On the ground
Hate is flowin'in my vains
I can't decide
What I have to do
Why is it so dificult
Can you not see
I want to die
I can not do this anymore
But I am undeath
I have to live forever
But there is one way
You can stop me
One way to stop my pain
One way to wrake all the death ones
I have killed
Please, kill me, please
If you do not
I can not do it by my self
Only to stop the pain
And the hate
And the tears
Please stop me
Please kill me, cause
I can't decide
What I have to do
Why is it so dificult
I can't decide
What I have to do
I want to die...
Fairy Tale - Chapter3: GoldilocksFairy TaleFairy Tale - Chapter3: Goldilocks3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The unlikely band had only walked a short distance down the darkening road before coming up on a third little hut; this one made of bricks. Like the first two, it seemed rather poorly constructed. Each brick, instead of being laid with care and cemented in place, was haphazardly stacked. Matthew thought it looked rather like a set of building blocks he'd had when he was younger. They'd been a gift from his father. As a boy, he'd spent hours constructing towers and knocking them down. From the looks of it, this hut was probably just as easily toppled over as his old toy.
"Our other brother lives there in that house," supplied the brown-tufted pig as they passed the makeshift drive or scraped earth. "He's the eldest of the three of us."
"S-s-suppose we should stop i-in and t-tell him where we're going?" The runty pig chewed at the end of his hooves.
"If he's safe and sound we shouldn't bother him. He'll only get upset if he knows we're-"
Blue flowertruck.Theres a blue flower truckBlue flowertruck.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the car park outside the hospital.
I cant see why its there
because Im lying in bed.
Theyre calling his number plate over the P.A.;
He has parked illegally.
I can imagine
Hes carrying his flowers
to a woman with a baby just born,
a smile curving on her face.
I wonder if he cares
that theyre towing his truck away.
Could he get it the next day?
Somebody called Hugh Adamson
has parked his truck in a red zone.
He has flowers for an old woman,
her husband passed, her kids dont care
shes very sad, her room feels very sad,
his flowers are there and she stares and says
Its very sad, yeah, yeah its very sad.
Maybe hes only parked there
because he wants a coffee.
Maybe there wasnt anywhere else.
Someones parked a flower truck
outside my hospital room.
I dont know who he is. Im waiting
for my door to open. I like flowers.
dahlia girl.i used to let you backhand me acrossdahlia girl.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the face because crying turned you on.
your palm stung and burned my cheeks
bright red, but it was strangely beautiful.
you called me your little dahlia, your little
candleflame, and kissed my jaw where
your fingers left treadmarks.
"love means making sacrifices."
i said nothing, just wiped away a few
premature tears and traced the fireworks
blooming on my face.
you used to fall asleep in the grass with
me, and we'd wake up with petals stuck
in our eyebrows and grass stains on our
lips. our lazy kisses tasted like rain.
"love means throwing handfuls of grass at
each other. love means 3:00 AM bubble
baths. love means wishing on shark teeth
and broken seashells and stoplights."
"okay, sweetie," you say absentmindely,
brushing errant twigs from my hair.
"what comes on tv tonight?
one year later you asked me what love
meant again, but by then it was much
"is it holding hands? remembering to buy
cereal? letting me to
Always... Book 1 Chapter 10Always... Book 1 Chapter 104 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Despite Snape's many attempts, Quirrell was still eluding him. He had even moved his seat to the other end of the staff table in an effort to avoid the Potions Master. Also, Snape was still operating discreetly so as to avoid rousing the suspicions of the other professors. He knew perfectly well that he was not a favorite colleague, however that did not deter him from his job.
He was pacing the length of his office, mulling over a possible ambush plan, when Dumbledore appeared in the doorway.
"Come in, Headmaster." Snape said, pausing by his desk.
Dumbledore stepped inside, and shut the door behind him. He waved his wand, and cast the Muffliato spell.
"The mirror must be moved, my boy." The Headmaster said, once he was sure the room was secure.
"Why?" Snape asked, somewhat surprised. "Does that mean I don't have to patrol the fourth floor anymore?"
"The mirror has been discovered, and must be hidden again," Dumbledore answered simply. "And, yes. You may return to your previous r
Twilight AnalysisTwilight Analysis6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Twilight: A Critical Literary Analysis
In 2005 Stephanie Meyer's book Twilight was published and found itself on the New York Times Bestseller list. Since then it spawned three sequels New Moon, Eclipse, and Breaking Dawn and they have inexplicably become one of modern literature's biggest cash cows. However Twilight and its sequels are just awful books, and that's why I've taken it upon myself to explain just how poorly constructed these novels are. Stephenie Meyer's use of language is bland and excessive in its detail, and it worsens when she tries to pepper in fancy thesaurus-words but uses them erroneously. Her prose is plagued with dialog to the point where it stops being a novel and becomes a childish role playing session. Meyer also fails to understand the most basic principles of fiction writing, such as how to effectively use point of view, how to utilize conflict to propel the story, or how to construct a plot. In addition her charact
Fighting for Love Isn't it funny how a girl can mean so much to a boy? They call it romantic. Not age thirteen, at age thirteen, it's not love, it's biology; let someone test their blood and tell them they're fine. But these are just kids: they know little about biology and less about love. That's the way it always is. You learn a lot and lose even more, but don't tell that to the boys in this story. They don't know that.Fighting for Love6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Anyone would have noticed how the two boys' gazes lingered on the girl; she was the one that every guy wanted: beautiful, charming, genuine. A summer girl, warm and as fleeting as the sunshine. And when it was cold, her eyes snowed, little snowflakes flickering deep down inside. But it was October right now, and if you looked closely you could see the leaves in her eyes turning colours.
splitting micasplitting mica10 years ago in Typographical More Like This
Uncloud the borealis of your eye, show your iceberg secrets
on an axis that intersects the surface
an axis that Greek geographers established as a reference line
from pole to pole. While Greece preserves the memory of itself in Rome,
its philosophers deduce morals from the nature of man
rather than from God
and baize of whitened-green mouldering
from the pews-sides
leaving naked wood
to the disturbance caused by a water droplet,
that will be smoothed out by gravity.
This complex folding over cannot be drawn, though its properties
can be specified in full mathematical detail.
∑ 2398 a & b (put > zero as quantum) α 161
Celor care plang...Si-i plange in nestireCelor care plang...10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Gandind ca poate odata
Vei reveni la ea...
Si-ti cere cu durere
Si-ti cere macar acum
S-o mai saruti o data...
Si poate in viitor,
Daca vei realiza vreodata,
In viata ta de muritor
Vei regreta sau vei mai incerca o data?...
largethere is a birdlarge8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sitting on every heart, and with
each subsequent beat it looks as if
it is caught in fear,
and becomes very still against
the shadow of something massive
when you age, there will be
inevitables. sooner or later it will be
a week of afternoons before you can
fold yourself up again, and
breathe in the artificial
quality of dreams once more,
because the things you know are not
ones that can be put to paper, they are abstract
and boiling, like something red erupting
underneath the sea,
the sheer white ricochet
and spasm of childbirth. they are
an exhibit in the museum no one understands,
and that the learned try to interpret, that
the disabled hurry past because it reminds them
of something whole, while
everyone else shakes their heads and says
"I could do that."
fleeting, and flight, you cradle
in your hands. the bird
know by now the thin distinctions
between blood and skin; it is caught
in something bigger,
the dimunitive. it could be a flash, then
the soft thudding and h
EgomaniacDear EgomaniacEgomaniac6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You consider yourself superior to all those that surround you
Your undeserved ego rises beyond any possibility of calculation
You feed your pride by demeaning others
To tear them down with your spitefulness
Is psychological masturbation for you.
You claim to possess intelligence
But let me tell you something
Memorising a textbook and then vocalising information
Does not make you intelligent
It only shows your lack of knowledge on all that is truly significant
Quoting facts that were not discovered by yourself
Shows that you can only utilise other peoples knowledge
Not your own.
True wisdom comes from real life experiences
And what you learn from them
A book will never teach you
What life teaches you
No person can ever teach you
What you learn for yourself
You can only learn from what you witness with own your eyes
All else is passed-on information.
That voice you so passionately use
To convey your intelligence
To prove your superiority