The Dreaded Phone CallThe phone rings.The Dreaded Phone Call6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yet it's late into the night,
And that can only mean one thing.
As I hear the distant conversation,
I try to prepare my self for the worst.
And as my aunt begins to tell me,
With tears falling down her face,
I force back my tears,
Knowing if I weep,
It will only increase the flow of her tears.
She disappears to seek comfort from her husband,
While I sit in silence,
Pleading with God,
So that I won't lose another person dear to me.
Sure Was Great.That half of a year sure was great.Sure Was Great.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
At first I never would've even thought.
But somehow, I ended up this way.
I don't want to be this.
Confused, lost, feeling alone, sad.
I was never that way when you were around.
When I was with you, I couldn't be better.
Happy, smiling, hopeful, getting butterflies.
We went down different roads.
And I'm pretty sure they don't meet up at the end.
Should I go back down my path?
Or maybe I should tread over the leaves and make my own way again.
Either way, I am missing you a lot.
But you are probably not missing me at all.
I'm just a friend.
I don't even
L4D - RP Pt. 2Boss watched as the other hunter left, cataloging his scent if he should ever see him again...which he didn't doubt. He was almost surprised when a new hunter leapt from above and landed in between him and the huntress. "Good Lawd they multiplyin"L4D - RP Pt. 21 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Vivi shifted her weight, her arms behind her as she leaned back. That other hunter was smart for bailing. She knew the mayhem that could have ensued if he had stayed. And besides, she didn't want any of that smelly mutt anyways. She yawned as another presence appeared and nodded at Boss's comment.
Hook smirked and looked to Boss, "Multiplyin'?" he repeated, then noticing Vivi, who he was quickly s
angel w: a bullitti am sadangel w: a bullitt2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you are
upon my left
Karkat And The Disciple▼: :33 < Suffurer, are you there? Has anyone s33n my Suffurer? Answer me! 33':<Karkat And The Disciple2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
▲: HEY FUCKASS.
▼: :33 < You speak as he does, IF YOU TOUCHED HIM... I will break every bone in your body!
▲: WHAT THE FUCK I DIDNT TOUCH ANYONE.
▼: :33 < Who are you!
▲: IM KARKAT VANTAS. WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU? YOU SPEAK LIKE NEPETA.
▼: :33 < You speak like my Suffurer!
▲: WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU? AND WHO THE FUCK IS THE SUFFERER?
▼: :33 < I am the Disciple! The Suffurer's most devoted follower.
▼: :33 < I can ask these same questions to yo-
▼: *The Disciple finally took notice of the feature
Her LifeI saw her life in those eyesHer Life2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with cut-throat stares
and withered looks of daze,
each lid half open
and their cores darted where
they thought it was safe.
Her pupils swirled as hurricanes
with streaks of rain
maroon across a razor blade.
Sharing what words can't speak
and luring in the
sting of the day.
I saw her life in that skin,
painted with a tiny needle that could
delve deeper in what she knew
and who she was, then what.
Like an apple tossed aside to rot
darted across were plum-hue stains
and beautiful scars, an abstract dance of
healing and hurt.
Covered in what she screamed,
her body was masked in poetry,
Too Little Too LateHer Mako eyes shone in the moonlight, her scared body hidden under her leather outfit that resembeled her brothers', her thoughts jumbled together. He had done the unthinkable...she could still hear him yelling at her for what she had become. No one saw this coming, not even his 'brother' who hate him so. Heartbroken, she finally realized how alone she had always been, even though people were always by her side she was always alone and always would be. Her right eye bled from the previous battle she had engaged in, not out of anger but out of sheer will to die...but she had lived. But what did she have to live for? Her love was gone...her firToo Little Too Late2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Chp 21 - The Path Not TakenChp 21 - The Path Not Taken2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The gun plagued my thoughts. A certain kind of dread rose within my stomach when my mind settled on it, as if I was very well aware that the narrative behind it's buried fate was not a happy one. Although, what controlled my mind most of all was an almost uncontrollable curiosity and lust for knowledge. It was the first time that I had been presented with a situation where the exciting thing wasn't happening over the hill, but instead right here, footsteps from my front door and inadvertently or not, I was a part of it. The thought thrilled and excited me and I was dying to unravel the mystery. But for now the well had dried up. My father ref
Prussia X reader chapter 2`Mommy I don't wanna go to school, Alfred says that the teachers eat their students!'`Baby girl you have to go to school and Alfred was just being a little turd the teachers don't it their students.' You giggled when she said turd because of your immature kindergardener mind. Just then you saw Alfred push over a boy with long gray hair, even though he had longer hair than you you knew that he wasn't a girl because he was white yellow half shirt and blue jeans and all the other girls (including you) were wearing dresses. You went over to go help him because he looked like a potential friend, but when got to him and stuck your hand out to helpPrussia X reader chapter 22 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Chp 20 - Things HiddenChp 20 - Things Hidden2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 20 Things Hidden
As horrific as I found it at the time, my forgetting of the winter festival ended up resulting in rather favourable outcomes. Viktor and I no longer had to keep our moments together confined to the darkness. I could walk around freely with him in the day, when everyone else was up and about. Of course there were whispers, stares and people crossing the street to avoid our path, though this wasn't much different from the way it had always been with Léo. It was nostalgic in a way. And if they wanted to leave us alone, that was perfectly fine by me. Viktor's accent was also improving extraordinarily, and I h
Chp 19 - Before the StormChp 19 - Before the Storm2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 19 Before the Storm
Léo was crying. All I could hear were his rasping sobs, great big breaths of air and then howling cries. It was a wailing like I had not heard before. It was the only thing I could hear. The only sound which seemed to engulf everything. He was coughing and hiccupping and sniffing, tugging desperately at my arm. Tugging and wailing and spluttering broken words. My father was walking; his steps so slow and delayed as if his shoes were being weighed down by concrete. He was carrying it in his arms. Cradling it like a child. Skin wrinkling strangely, so pale it seemed almost blue. Cold wet hair clumped lik
Chp 17 - Into the NightChp 17 - Into the Night2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 17 Into the Night
The official outcome of the battle of Balaclava was 'indecisive.' I wasn't sure how a battle could be indecisive. Maybe if nobody had moved and we had just stared at each other across the plains, but I had watched men with hopes and dreams and families fall in the mud before my eyes. Did this mean each of their deaths was indecisive? One thousand two hundred and forty two indecisive little deaths. But I guess men are replaceable. Canrobert sent for three more divisions of infantry from France.
After the battle Anton changed immediately, and not simply because of my yelled words. He woke me up in the night wi
Chp 16 - The ChargeChp 16 - The Charge2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I am not sure if Rémi was aware of my presence that night. I have no idea if he heard my muffled sobs as I slid to the floor. But if he did he was doing an excellent job of hiding it. After that night he was the same as ever. Happy and joyful and grinning whenever he passed my way, all the while taking the time to stop and argue with Anton and Marie (who seemed to have made a miraculous recovery from her bout of guilt.) Although the scars running down his back were constantly in my mind I found them increasingly difficult to bring up. I almost felt guilty about seeing them; as if I had stolen his diary and read its contents. I felt weak
InappropriateWhat a surpriseInappropriate2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I couldn't deny
Your simple words
And guarded gaze
In so many ways
Apprehensive and yet
Though it just wouldn't be
Face to face
Your heart didn't race
How many days
Did we not even speak
It must have been weeks
Since the day we met
My words failing me
It just wouldn't be
The hours went to waste
Not memorizing your face
Catching glimpses here and there
Of your eyes and your hair
The shape of your smile
Worried I'll forget
With faded memory
But it just wouldn't be
Would things be the same
Should I call out your name
Halfway raising a hand
If I see you again
Or should I look away
artrade with tomboythe lab rat chapter 1artrade with tomboy2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
*in iocon in the dcepticon lab*
metal could you hand me the blue energon.sentinel ask holding out his hand.
here you go honey.metalstrom hand him purple energon*
thank you.purrs it in to the mixture and it exspoldes.
oh my god re you ok.metalstrom asked worried.
yea im fine alittle dusty but im fine.sentinel said stnding up coverd in dust from the exsposion.
sorry i got the colors mixed up im reaily sorry.metalstrom said sighing.
are you ok metal.sentinel ask dusting himself off.
yea im fine just bored you may enjoy this lab stuff but its so boring.metal said sighing*
sorry its just i dont want you getting hur
Mirrors refractionsI don't know who I am anymore.Mirrors refractions2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Gazing into the mirror,
Day after Day,
But the image gives me no insight.
Gazing into the mirror,
Her makeup starts to smear.
The image gave little insight
As to why she was crying.
Her makeup was smearing.
The subtle dripping of
The tears she was crying.
She was no longer welcome.
The subtle drip of
Blood, running down the razor
That she welcomed
Onto the canvas of her skin.
Blood ran down the razor.
He lay on the ground, her art
On the canvas of his skin.
She was quiet, and drawn but
She lay on the ground, her words
In which she had found no purpose, save
The quiet that was drawn
TiredToiling and twisting, stabbing and cryingTired2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
This hour is rustic as I digest my pain
Innocence is taken hostage and eyes bleeding
What can I do to depart from this rain?
Closest to me is backing away from my sting,
Ever doubting, ever wondering why
The devil has held me tight, what else to bring?
He says, "My orchid child, you must never die"!
But here I remain still and ever cold of touch
The jaw of sticks drains my bloody hole
And the heavy stones numb my heavy skull
Frozen words driven deep within my soul.
Death To Your HeartDeath To Your Heart2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I got this gun,
To your head,
On these hands...
I'll be your eternal never-ending,
I'll be the end of your beginning..
I'm the battle to your every,
I'm the first rip for,
I've got no room in this Heart,
Gonna tear you apart...
Death To Your Heart!
And I'll rip it apart..
You've come undone;
You're the weakest one...
Death To Your Heart!
And I'll rip it apart..
(Rip it apart!)
You've come undone;
You're the weakest one...
(You're the weakest one!)
Destruction is my,
I'll feed off your,
Your confession is my,
Revolution Ch. 8 -Day 4-She rode as fast as she could, but it was too late. The stench of the dead filled the air everywhere around the Depot and Reservoir. She walked around the bodies carefully, almost as if trying not to wake them from slumber. But she knew that they would never wake up again. Among 153 or her dead people, only 2 spanish soldiers were dead. Philippines walked until she stopped in front of a large group of spanish soldiers commanded by the one man she used to love and trust. But everything was gone now, every feeling, every emotion. All that remained was pain. "... Antonio... why...?" He started at all of the bodies that littered the ground, not wRevolution Ch. 8 -Day 4-2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
PalmsWhen asked about which exterior characteristic they love most about their partners, the answers most women choose tend to be:Palms2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
And with my past relationships, these are exactly what I noticed. I noticed my first boyfriend for his incredible, toothpaste-commercial smile, crisp and white. And one guy I dated in college, his eyes where endless, almost in a literal sense, considering how long I always looked straight into them. But with Roger, for some unknown reason, it was the palms of his hands. And I knew the second I figured out that it was this strange feature that I loved most about him fro
Special Bond~13 years ago~Special Bond2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Luna woke up, in a dark place. Where am I? she thought. It was nearly past her bedtime, and she didn't know what she was doing in a place like this. Then...
BOMB SHALL EXPLODE IN 10...9..
At that moment, she turned to see a little hedgehog, his extremities shaking in fear. Luna knew she had to save him quick.
"I've got you! Let's get out of here as quickly as we can--!" With the hedgehog in her arms, Luna ran out of the forest and to her house, where she knew the explosion wouldn't touch her or the hedgehog.
It was the biggest and loudest explosion that Luna had ever seen. She averted the hed
LBGTQ Quiz1. How long have you known you are part of the LGBT community?LBGTQ Quiz2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Hmm..a couple months. Almost a year.
2. Was it a struggle (emotionally) for you at the beginning?
3. How did you start to discover your sexuality? (Example, thoughts, feelings ex)
Hmm... I started to have feelings for another girl. Was too daft to realize it for quite a while, actually. But because I was lucky enough that she returned the feelings, I then realized I like both genders. But, because of her, she has always stayed in my heart.
4. What part of the LGBT community do you belong to? (Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, ex)
5. How long have you be
Only a DreamI step off a plane and onto Stranger's Land,Only a Dream2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everything is different
And it made my nerves uneasy,
Time passed and days grew by
And things fell
But after it all,
Once I really looked at it,
Once I step back on that plane...
It'll seem like everything that happened
Was just a Dream,
Or a Nightmare
Only a Dream,
But what about these memories?
They are reminders that this was the best I ever had
Things cannot last forever,
But memories and communication,
Those are the reminders that this was reality.
I will miss those moments,