White Dress Turns RedI'm Edward.White Dress Turns Red4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I'm not finished.
Nor do I mean to hurt you.
I know that you love me, and I love you back.
But I cannot even hold your hand without splitting it in half.
Each time I hold you, I feel like I could stab you right in the waist.
White dress turns red.
I know you love me
But you must leave, now.
I never belonged in your world.
I never belonged in the sunlight.
I never belonged to be with you.
I really did.
No matter what I did
From creating art to saving a boy's life
I will be feared.
Now I can never return.
I killed a man.
Slaughtered him with my own hands.
I hope you know that I will miss you.
Each time the snow falls
I hope each snowflake is an angel
Whispering your name.
Edward - Story of Snow Pt1Edward - Story of Snow Pt15 years ago in Settings More Like This
Sepia shadows striated the dusty wooden floorboards of a long abandoned attic. The silence was as soft as the worm eaten rafters and yet was there a breath softer than silence? A spider's dark shadow in the far corner against the wall shifted ever so slightly. There ran the spider, away, skittering over the bare beams, but somehow the long and crooked shadow remained.
A figure drifted from the gloom, less purposeful than the spider, yet horribly alike. It was almost as if a designer, drawing up plans for a fantastically thin and looming spectre, had conceived this very figure on paper as the true spirit of a spider, all legs, and horrid black angularity and yet had compromised in the face of practical reality and was finally able only to produce a mere insect.
No spider in a child's worst nightmare could have matched this black and ragged apparition of dust and apparent decay. The creature appeared to be composed of scraps, spare parts and limbs bound tog
Drinking gamesDrinking games7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Mr.T." Mrs. Lovett walked into the room, carrying down three bottles of gin and two glasses. She set them on the trunk near the door as she tried to wipe the rain water from her face." Rainin' cats an' dogs out there it is love."
"Wot is this for?" Sweeney asked motioning towards the items she had brought. He eyed the grinning baker curiously.
"Well love, it's such a dreary night and it's all ready gettin' late and I just thought you an' I could 'ave a little fun."
He glared at the red headed woman as though she had suggested they steal the popes underwear. "I don' have fun!" He spat the last word out.
"I know, I know dearie but don' you think it'd be ok jus' this once, I mean-"
"No!" She just sighe
Edward - Story of Snow Part 8Edward - Story of Snow Part 84 years ago in Sketches More Like This
The boy with the scissors for hands had been walking along the length of the metal conveyor belt in the great inventing room, poking and prodding at the ominous metal machines that spanned it.
At this precise moment Edward had eased himself onto his back, and was lying on the belt itself, peering upwards while fiddling with one of the spindly, pastry-cutting robots. He looked a little like a garage mechanic right now except for the fact that this mechanic's fearsome tools were riveted permanently to the ends of his arms with great rods and bolts, and very few mechanics wear shining black skin-tight leather, sewn and bound up with innumerable buckles, straps and studs. Any further pretence to ordinary humanity ended with the strange boy's face however.
Technically it could have been a beautiful face, and perhaps it may even have been so once, long, long ago. There was an underlying regular
She is BeautifulShe wears a mask.She is Beautiful5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Which nobody seems to note,
Nor even ask
Of the beauty that is afloat
Amongst the high vanity
That has crept its way
Into the heart of society.
She holds little to no faith,
Finding it to be despicable
Having hidden her face
And thinking herself as invisible.
When, in fact,
She is beautiful.
your smile lights up my heart.love isn't roses or sweet-smelling chocolate, you muse, heart thumping and skipping beats as a film of something (the colour of love) slides over your eyes. love's in him, his breathless laughing, the way he bleeds blissfulness, and the way his smile gives you daily cavities. no, you correct yourself as he comes bounding to you, love's the way he beams even brighter (how?) when he melts into your embrace, and the half-squeal he emits when you kiss the living daylights out of him (in an attempt to taste love at it's purest, unstained form).your smile lights up my heart.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you're horribly tempted to climb up top of a hill and yell out towards the world that he's perfect, but you know that's not true (and rather naïve of you). yes, he cries, he screams, and he falls so often you're afraid he's going to fragment into little pieces and they'll just escape through your fingers when you try and pick them up. but he wipes his tears away with the back of his hand, swallows down the pain in his throat and st
Edward - Story of Snow Pt4Edward - Story of Snow Pt45 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Moira ventured up to the old inventor's house to see the boy with the scissors for hands often after that.
After making sure nobody was watching her behind the net curtains of the pastel washed bungalows she passed, she would run along the street and straight up to the forlorn and twisted old gates. This was only the start of the journey. She would then slither through them - they were swinging drunkenly off their hinges - make her way up the steep and tree-lined hill, through the massive gatehouse with its leering demons and then on through the frost rimed garden until she abruptly came to a halt in front of the massive ironbound oak door.
It was never locked. She always half expected that today, maybe it would be, and that there was really nobody up here in the twisted old manor house but she also knew that the ghost who haunted it could never leave.
Moira would climb up the great silver and stone staircase, sending the dust clouds whirling, up and up a
Surreal, So RealMy glass is almost empty as I stumble to the floor.Surreal, So Real5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Sink into another world underneath the door.
Fragments of the party left behind along the sand.
Memories of laughter from last night still withstand.
I Feel Surreal, I Feel So Real...
I Feel Surreal, I Feel So Real...
Fuzzy spots of neon dots sprinkled in our sun...
Watch the monkey's babble on until there's no more fun
I Feel Surreal, I Feel So Real...
I Feel Surreal, I Feel So Real...
Whisper sweet nothings, as I brush against your ear.
Kiss and hold and share with me, let's dance away our fear.
I Feel Surreal, I Feel So Real...
I Feel Surreal, I Feel So Real...
I Feel So Real...
LOLTyping the wordsLOL8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With tears in my eyes
Like it is perfectly natural
Laughing out Loud
Can't see me cry
To see through these tears
Just to realize
You typed another damn smiley face
The rest of the message
Is so happy
Why don't you wring my neck yourself
Instead of letting the words do the dirty-work?
I can barely stomach
You typing the words
"The world is great" to me
Next to follow
Is some insperation proverb
You felt compelled to share
Once more, it's a lie
Solemnly I type the words
"That's a great one
It's so inspirational"
Don't say I lied though
Because you started it
I don't see
How you can even tolerate yourself
Your so happy
You sicken me deeply
But yet I linger
For fear of being alone
You make a desperate attempt
At some joke
Barely seeing the screen through the teary haze
I type LOL once more
But everything I typed
Has been in code
I'm crying right now
You try something else
I love you tooI hate hanging up on you after the way you say "I love you."I love you too5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Somehow totally pronouncing the period while simply saying "I love you".
It's one of the constant feelings I have with you,
Leaving me mindlessly craving for more.
I love how your voice strikes my inner sides,
But not how it happens to take over my mind.
And it never seems to strike alone because of my love for you,
A love I risk to trust in all the beautiful lies.
So I try to savor your words in my mind,
The way your voice holds my heart away,
The river of longing lit by your smile,
Every moment of what we have.
KaomojiKaomoji6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Multiple Line Kaomoji:
（ﾟ､ ｡ ７
( )_( )
Single Line Kaomoji:
( =^)☆(^o^) [Kiss]
´o` [*Why Not??]
(ﾟД ﾟ ) [Shock]
All He Loves.All He Loves.8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It's weird, really. How much Ryan loves Brendon. Cause honestly, he's his best friend. And it's just not right to fall in love with your best friend. The best friend that's spaztic and loud and giggly and sometimes just doesn't know when to stop talking. Especially if said best friend was the one to make you realize that you don't really like girls anymore. Of this, Ryan is certain. But that's something even weirder. Cause Ryan doesn't love girls, and he doesn't love boys either.
All he loves is Brendon.
You Will Be MissedThis monday you informed the world that you must retire.You Will Be Missed4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you go you will be missed by the WWE universe.
Every Monday or Friday you made my night the best with your exciting moves and charisma.
We will miss being able to chant your name every Monday or Friday night.
We will miss seeing you spear every opponent in sight.
We will miss being shocked by the surprising things you do like when you speared Mike Foley threw that burning table at Wrestle Mania 22.
The list can go on why we will miss you.
I'm going to get straight to the point we will miss everything about you.
Edward Scissorhands - Pt 9Edward Scissorhands - Pt 94 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Nobody was looking at the dark and gabled silhouette on the hill overlooking the town at exactly twenty-two minutes to twelve that Saturday night. It was lucky that nobody had, or more than one of the townsfolk would have added a new chapter to the peculiar ghost story that had insidiously circulated throughout the town over the decades, permeating the life of each and every inhabitant. For one brief instant, every single light in the place had flared on, crowning the whole hill with a blaze of glory.
The man with the scissors for hands had indeed discovered the electricity junction box.
Edward was lying flat on his back, hair alight with blue sparks, eyes rolling back in his head under the pale eyelids, almost out of their sockets. A faint curl of smoke drifted lazily up from the scorched black leather rags that swathed the prone form, and a smell of burning plastic hung in the air. It wasn't the first time and it certain
In Love With YouYour untamed soft hands touch me in ways I always crave for,In Love With You5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Tease me in sweet ways I could never prepare for,
Hold me in between like I am the only one,
And always distract me unexpectedly when we kiss.
I can feel your love in the movement of your lips,
A total warm pleasantness as you cling to me.
And maybe a small part of my mind actually registers the surprise,
As your warm hands reach curiously for more.
In sweetness your love blinds me,
In my heart your love completes me,
Come tomorrow I hope you'll still crave me,
And oh, I think I'm in love with you, completely.
My Chemical Romance is NOT EmoMy Chemical Romance is NOT "Emo"My Chemical Romance is NOT Emo7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Well, well, well. Here we are again. See, I wouldn't have to rant at all you fine people like this if you would just shut up and listen.
This is a problem that has extended past teenage boys and girls who- admittedly- are occassionally allowed to make stupid little assumptions and petty stereotypes as long as it doesn't go too far. But, of course, it goes too far. The basic point of all this being something very, very simple that many people just can't seem to grasp: My Chemical Romance is not (let's all say it now: not) "emo".
First off, "Emo" is hardly a legitimate form of music. Here is the definition, found on Wikipedia:
"Emo is a style of rock music which describes several independent variations of music with common stylistic roots...In later years, the term emocore, short for "emotional hardcore", was also used to describe the emotional performances of bands in the Washington, D.C. scene and some of the offsho
Jack Frost X Reader Icy Drawings pt 2 ch 3The air was tense with frustration and hatred, you watched as Jack and Pitch glared at each other with a pure disgust for the other, Jack backed up to you gripping his staff tightly his body tense in a defensive posture. The first few seconds were quiet...Deathly quiet, it was almost unbearable, but soon Pitch threw the first strike sending out in your direction a wave of black sand, Jack shouted out loudly as he sent forth a blast of blue light that crackled and sparked. You ducked down covering your head as the loud shock wave of the collision of the two guardians powers smashed together in the air creating a loud boom that echoed through the large cavern. You looked up as the sparkles of dark sand frozen with hints of white and blue drifted down slowly, Jack lunged forward to dash right for Pitch looking to end him. You hear the familiar sound of Tooth's wings flutter down as she lands right next to you kneeling down to protect you from the harsh attacks rushing over head that colliJack Frost X Reader Icy Drawings pt 2 ch 32 years ago in Romance More Like This
A brother's hug .:Fanfic:.A brother's hugA brother's hug .:Fanfic:.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a normal day, kinda borin and Canada's brother America was in a meeting
with the Allied Forces. Well, at least he called it a meeting, what really happened
at those, was a secret. Though, Canada didn't care what they were doing at those
conversations, he was happy about America's promise. He told Canada to go to
cinema with him. For everyone else It'd be nothing special, but so was for Canada!
He had no friends to go to cinema with.
Matthew was happy and went a few minutes earler to the place in front of the cinema,
he tried to catch his brother on his way to it. But America was kinda late...
Canada was patient, those meetings are longer as actually planned. Especially
for Alfred since he was the leader of the Allied Forces.
But after 30 minutes.... and again 15 Minutes Canada got nervous, "Where are you?"
he asked himself. Was it normal to be 45 Minutes too late? He was waiting and
waiting, but his brother didn't come.
Though, it was Okay. Matthew already attune
Secret A- 2P!EnglandxReaderYou scrambled to your feet and tried to run, only to fall to your knees from a searing pain in your ankle.Secret A- 2P!EnglandxReader3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Shit," You hissed to yourself, sending a heated glare at your ankle, only to stiffen from hearing someone walking closer, crumbling leaves under their feet.
"Aww, did the little one trip and hurt themselves~?" You couldn't recognise the voice, but could hear a british accent in his voice. You growled under your breath, looking up to glare at your pursuer; if you were going down, you weren't going to make it easy for them.
You gasped though when you realised how close your pursuer had become without you noticing, being able to see his oddly coloured eyes shine with amusement. Your pursuer reached for your cheek to only have you slap it away harshly, trying to hide the fear which was starting to bubble to the surface.
"Oh dearie, you're so hurt~ You need to get those cuts cleaned up~!" His bright blue eyes seemed to show concern, the pink swirl in them appearing to disappate slight
In Naruto?! - 35: Controlling The Eye.| [(*)] | Music: Naruto OST Album 1 // Song - Naruto's Daily Life | Effects: Talking |In Naruto?! - 35: Controlling The Eye.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You groaned, mumbling into your pillow as you shifted in your position.
You answered the voice with a 'screw you', too drowsy to figure out who was disturbing your beauty sleep.
"What?!" you hissed, sitting up abruptly as your facial features contorted into a scowl, ready to tear the person who interrupted your sleep to shreds.
Oh, so you want to tear me to shreds now, huh?
Oh, it was just the insensitive kitsune, Yasuo.
You sighed, pushing your face into your hands, frustrated.
"Yasuo," you muttered, "I should've known."
Turning your head to glance at the clock, your scowl returned.
"Yasuo, it's three-thirty in the fucking morning. If you have something to tell me, it better be important
Eyebrows - FrUkAuthor's note: I'm on a roll tonight 8D So I wrote another FrUk fic today about Iggy's eyebrows. I really wasn't sure what I wanted...but I knew I wanted it to be funny and involve France somehow. Hence this. The end is kinda meh, but I'll deal with it. It's just a little oneshot anyway. (And England's eyebrows totally have the magic curse that Harry Potter's hair does XD)Eyebrows - FrUk6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He thought plucking his eyebrows would somehow make him more attractive, and lessen the stares he sometimes got when out in public. He didnt expect them to keep growing back no matter how much he plucked them.
England didnt understand why his eyebrows were so against him. Bloody gits, he grumbled as he looked in the mirror. Cant just leave me alone for one hour, can you?
Arthur, were going to be late to the meeting if you dont hurry up! France called.
Ill be right down, he hissed. Realizing his eyeb
Jack FrostxReader: Icy Drawings Pt 1 ch 2How could you have known that it would come too this, that you would be looking down at the boy with silver stained hair, and glimmering icy eyes. That he would float up to you with the wind, wrapping his left arm under your knee's, and his right arm around your back picking you up to carry you down with him. He landed softly as not to drop you on the cold ground, as you look up at him still taking in his breath taking features, he speaks up finally “What were you doing up in this tree, you could get yourself hurt.” You snap out of your trance blushing as bright as a strawberry. “I...Well you see...Um...” Jack grins, nipping at your nose slightly. “Silly little girl, always doing strange things.” Your face goes deep red as you look away pressing your lips together tightly. This amuses Jack making him chuckle, smiling that wonderful crooked smirk that he always did. You stick your tongue out at him as he laughs at your response. “You haven't chaJack FrostxReader: Icy Drawings Pt 1 ch 22 years ago in Romance More Like This
Cleverbot and CreepypastaOh god... Cleverbot being Jeff...Cleverbot and Creepypasta3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Me: Jeff, do you know BEN?
Me: What's he like?
Jeff(cleverbot): He is beautiful.
Me: HOLY CHIZ.
And BEN being drunk...
Me: BEN why are you drunk?
BENcleverbot) Oh. Okay. Wait.... So there are two of me?
Me: You are drunk... *sigh* BEN...