Sooner or later.Once upon a time, I breathed in innocence and exhaled simplicity. I remember it fondly.Sooner or later. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I remember my favorite grass-stained overalls with the light blue butterfly embroidered on the pocket, my bare feet on the damp grass, the feeling of the wind, it tasted like sweet perfection, flying through every single strand of hair on my head as I chased the fireflies that danced in the evening air. I remember the old, rusty swing sets, and how if I got up in the air high enough I could touch the exact place in the cloudless sky where the earth itself curved, though no one ever believed it. Back then, I remember laughing every second just because there was once a time where optimism wasn't a challenge. Back when real friends weren't an endangered species, but a bubbling well, filled to the rim; when family was a single unit, not split into shards; when the biggest worry I had was people stealing my favorite scarlet-colored crayon after I dashed to the potty. Simple.
The Phases of BeautyPhase one starts with the basics. Wash off all that invisible grime off your face. Brush your hair out of its bed headedness. Normal stuff. Brush your teeth; yellow smiles aren't all that pretty. Phase one is simple, easy. But it's never enough. You're still too natural looking Naturally ugly.The Phases of Beauty in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Scramble through your closet, here's phase two; clothes. Being beautiful also means being fashionable, so all you have is overpriced designer labels to shift through. Find the jeans that make your butt look cute and the shirt that makes you look older and look! You've got an awesome outfit on your hands. Accessorize accordingly; the right jewelry could make or break this outfit. At least, that's what all the magazines say.
Phase three starts in a puff of smokewait, maybe that's foundation. Layer it on heavy; no one wants to see those freckles. Dash on some blush, it looks cuter. Break out the eyeliner and mascara, that way your boring eyes will pop. That's what makeups fo
Almost Perfect.Fifteen. Outgoing. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Spotless, perfect, slightly tanned skin. Straight A student. Only barely reaching 100 pounds on an off day.Almost Perfect. in Short Stories More Like This
I'm so fat, she'd say to herself every morning in the mirror. Size 2 waistline. It wasn't good enough. She could do much better. She needed perfect.
"Oh, Brielle," her friends would say at lunch, disappointment clear on their faces. "Not eating again today?" School food was dripping with unhealthy grease and calories. The question would echo in the back of her head. Eat? I don't need to eat, look at me! Now, she barely heard it anymore. They were used to it.
Everyone was used to it. Her friends would joke about how she could probably get blown over by a big enough gust of wind, how she was too skinny. She laughed; her friends were too funny. One kid even said something about starving herself. Starve myself? Ridiculous! Can't they see how big I am? It's called a diet.
Paper Towel LoverI should've known by the look in your eyes;Paper Towel Lover in Free Verse More Like This
The way you eyed me was sharp precision.
Searing me in half and staring straight into my soul.
Those strikingly blue eyes made for killing
And I was your new prey,
A wounded animal stuck gawking into the headlights of a speeding car.
Your smile should've set off some alarms.
The slight curving of suspicious lips
Murderously captivating me with a set of well said words.
It was breathtaking really;
That dark, mysterious, poisonous grin that you gave to me
Or rather, let me rent for a couple hours.
I should've realized by the way you held me;
The way your hands latched on at my hips
Screaming "This is mine,"
Trapping me against you
As you pulled me in by just another lustful kiss.
By then, you think I would've grasped that I was your paper towel lover.
Easy, affordable, disposable.
The perfect type for one like you.
Raindrop JamboreeSo I sat there, looking out an open window watching and listening to the symphony of raindrops pour over the night and thinking about overwhelming things that I'd never thought of before that shouldn't be mentioned ever. I can't quite remember why, maybe by now I was tired of thinking and didn't have a reason, but I floated downstairs in a dream and I was standing by the back door but wasn't it really a portal into another world? A portal and I had my hand on the doorknob but did portals really have doorknobs, or locks for that matter because when I tried to pull it open it resisted me bullheadedly. Realizing such, my hand found the indentation of the deadbolt in the blind darkness and as I turned it, only slightly to the left, it clicked in smiling satisfaction.Raindrop Jamboree in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Next thing I knew I was outside in the dead of a stifling summer night smiling at a scowling sky, with raindrops assaulting my face in the most beautiful way as lightning crisscrossed the heavens and thunder raged and rumbled
Zacky, Watching Over Us - A7XZacky, Watching Over US Avenged SevenfoldZacky, Watching Over Us - A7X in Fan Fiction More Like This
"You don't control me, Brian." Zacky looked at his boyfriend. Brian stared back hard. "No matter how many times you tell yourself you can, you can't." His voice was low, stinging venom.
"You know that I don't do what I do on purpose. I don't mean it." Brian stared at his shoes, defeated. Zacky stared at him, his eyes seeming to burn holes through his body. He didn't like that feeling; he felt like Zacky was looking at his soul; weighing his heart against a feather.
Zacky shook his head. "If you don't mean it, then why do you do it? I've had enough of it. You make me feel awful about myself in so many ways. You were right the other night. Avenged Sevenfold would be better without me. So I'm going. You and the guys won't have to deal with me another day."
"I love you, Zacky! Don't go please "
"It's my life. I'm doing what's right for me."
And with one last hard look at Brian, Zacky walked out of the house, out of Brian's life
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Ethan James was walking home when a group of kids from school drove by. They started shouting at him. He blocked out all the names that they were calling him. Suddenly, they started throwing things at him. Bottles, cans, anything they had in the car that was disposable and could be thrown. Ethan started swearing and picked up speed. Before he knew it, he was running down the street, toward his home.
He turned down a road and ran a bit more before turning again and running into his yard. He looked behind him, but the kids were gone. He sighed and fell against the side of his house. He slid down and sat on the grass. He lifted his hands to his hair, and pulled.
"Dammit, I can't take it anymore!" He shouted. "I can't take it anymore," he said quieter. His green eyes welled up with tears. He dropped his hands and stood up. Then, he slowly walked into his house and up to his room. He sat on his bed, staring out his window, and cried. "I can't take it. I just can't take it."
This Last Day, All Or NothingThis Last Day, All or Nothing - SynackyThis Last Day, All Or Nothing in Fan Fiction More Like This
Have you ever noticed the way a person looks at you? How each person looks at you differently? It's actually quite amazing, when you think about it. Right now, there's a girl staring at me and Brian. Her eyes are wide and bright, shinning with lust for one of us. But she sees us lock hands and all that lust melts away. It's replaced with a look of envy toward Brian, although he doesn't see. She looks at me and smiles shyly. I can tell what she's thinking. She's thinking of the two boys in front of her, holding hands and wondering. Wondering if it's a joke; wondering if we are really together or if one of us is blind; wondering if we really are in love. And the answer to that is yes, we really are in love. But it wasn't always that way
I stood in the hallway at my locker on Monday morning, just staring down at my shoes. I'd been depressed for a long time and hadn't wanted to come to school that morning. My mom insisted, though. Said i
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"Zacky! C'mon, I ain't got all day! Are you gonna come swimming with me or not?" Brian called to Zacky, who was standing in Brian's bathroom, staring at his reflection in the mirror. There were black and purple bruises all over his body, some big, some small. They were mostly on his torso or on the tops of his arms, around his shoulders. Places that could easily be covered with a shirt. There were also small cuts in some places. Places that weren't fortunate enough to get bruised.
How could he go swimming? He couldn't let Brian see all the bruises on his body. Brian didn't know what his dad did to him. No one did. And he wasn't about to let anyone. He decided to just put a shirt on. A black t-shirt. A white one would reveal the cuts and bruises if it got wet, but a black one wouldn't.
"Zacky, I'm waiting outside for you! Come down when you're ready. I'll probably be done in the pool by the time you are!" Brian called. Zacky heard the back door shut as Brian went outside to
Hope and Expecations: Part 2I must admit, sleeping alone is not as cool as it once was. Sure you have all the room you need to yourself on the bed, but once you have a wife, things feel so empty when she is away. For three full nights I was alone without Marge while she was in the hospital after giving birth to our second child Lisa. At first I thought the idea was great, more room for me for a few days, but then on the first night as I lay there, I realized I had no one to hold on to. It's definitely a crushing experience, and I hope nothing horrible ever happens to Marge because you never realize how much you miss your wife until they leave you for a while.Hope and Expecations: Part 2 in Drama More Like This
But the loneliness is gone for the moment, thank God. Marge came home this afternoon with Lisa in tow. She is a darling little thing, so tiny and so innocent, unlike Bart who had the mischievous look in his eyes the minute he burst from the womb. Of course, looks can be deceiving; maybe she is hiding it for a few months before she shows her true colors. Or m
Hope and Expectations: MaggiePork chop night, a night that is rarely missed by my family, mainly because Homer claims I make them to perfection. The kids love it too, they say that the slices of meat are tender enough to make it extremely juicy and delicious, there is rarely any fat, and if there is, it's just scooted aside to be thrown away later or given to the cat who seems to enjoy it. No one complains, they eat it with vigor and compliment me on another delicious night of pork chops, along with a scoop of apple sauce that disappears as quickly as the pork chops. It's something I always enjoy making for them; I always prepare them with love and care even on nights like tonight.Hope and Expectations: Maggie in General Fiction More Like This
Of course tonight I knew things would not go well, I knew it the moment I walked into the supermarket and had to buy a new brand of pork chops that were cheaper due to the financial situation we are in now. Homer decided to change jobs; he wanted his dream job working as a pin monkey at a local bowling alley. He had wanted to do this fo
Hope and Expectations: Chapter 5, Life Ruined?"So you've ruined your life"Hope and Expectations: Chapter 5, Life Ruined? in General Fiction More Like This
I kept staring at those words on the pamphlet Dr. Hibbert gave me after he announced I was pregnant. I am not ready for this, not at all. It felt like a stone had fallen into the pit of my stomach, and I wanted to throw up. But I knew it was only the baby that was inside, the one that had given me morning sickness for the past few weeks, the one that was now ruining my life. I could not believe I had let myself stoop so low with Homer the night we joined the castle club. Granted I love him dearly, but I don't think we are actually ready for this.
We don't have the right jobs for us to take care of this child; I still live with my mother and my sisters. Homer lives on his own, but how much can he do for me when he barely even finished high school? If I got a new job, it wouldn't be for very long, I would have to take care of the baby. I can't ask my mother for money, she has my sisters to take care of. So what should I do?
I'm so upset and thinking so hard a
Simpsons:Hope and ExpectationsIt's two A.M.Simpsons:Hope and Expectations in Short Stories More Like This
Even though I've been working through eight hour shifts for the past three days and feel exhausted, I just can't sleep. My mind is racing with thoughts about what I have put myself through, and most importantly what Marge has gone through. I keep thinking if I did the right thing by marrying her, I love her to death but I can't believe I went as far as to get her pregnant. I mean it's great that I will soon be a Dad, but will I be a good provider for him?
Working these eight hour shifts have been long and tedious, flipping burgers is not my idea of fun, and neither is sitting by the drive through waiting for some low life to show up and ask for a meal. They always want something special on that meal, extra mayo, no onions, can the hamburger have no meat in it, that of course it not possible, but I just humor them and give them a fake smile when they come up to the window. And I do it all for Marge.
I miss her so much right now, but I really don't deserve her, not a bum li
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Chipmunk Christmas In New York
Disclamer: I don't own the Chipmunks, I just write fan fiction about them.
"Simon look how beautiful this view is." Jeanette exclaimed as she looked out the large picture window of their living area of their three bedroom suite that they sharing in New York City.
Outside the snow was falling beautifully onto the streets and reflecting off the trees light up with white Christmas lights . Simon joined her at the window, "Wow Jeanette, you are right, it's amazing."
Brittany came up behind them and scoffed "Who cares how beautiful it is. It's way too cold! Why couldn't we have went someplace warm like Maui for Christmas?" she complained clearly annoyed as she wrapped a blanket around her shoulders over the already two layers she was already wearing.
"But Brittany, don't you remember why we are here? We agreed to sing at their charity Christmas Eve concert to raise money for the needy children in the city." Ellie reminded her.
Her sister sombered a l
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Homework Help Chapter 2
Disclamer: I do not own the Chipmunks or Chipettes I just write fanfiction about them.
As morning came the sunlight shined on Simon's face and he awoke. It took him a moment to remember what had happened but smiled when he looked down at the girl he loved so much asleep next to him. He gently leaned down and kissed her forehead.
"Jeanette, it is morning. I should walk you home now."Simon said gently to her.
Jeanette awoke, rubbing her eyes under her glasses and lightly smiled at him then frowned some, realizing that morning meant that she had not been home yet. "Miss Miller, Ellie and Brit must be very worried about me. I may be grounded for this." she said, frowning and worried.
Simon nodded and gently helped her up, still concerned about her ankle some. "Can you walk on your ankle?" he asked, looking down at it, worried. Jeanette looked down at it as well and put some weight on it, surprised that it did not even hurt. "I can!"she said excitedly and gave Simon
Best FriendsWe rush around, running through the daysBest Friends in Free Verse More Like This
We were made for each other
But not in that way
You roll your eyes whenever I'm embarrassing
And it's okay
'Cause you always harass me
You're always by my side
And I by yours
We're flying through our lives
But the ground is always below
When we'll stop
We don't know
You were the shining knight
And so was I
And so we'll be forever
Riding side by side
We're stuck together
Always me and you
It's not just one and one
Because it's always two
That's always true
Summer will never end
'Cause we don't want it to
We're best friends
Complicated DreamsShe glanced out of the corner of her eyeComplicated Dreams in Free Verse More Like This
Her mouth a ghost of a smile
She didn't know why
But she could feel something change with him
He was always there
Just like the other
But unlike him
He's not just her brother
He always makes her laugh
Even when she's on the edge of crying
She forgets when they first crossed paths
But the path will go on forever
She lets something slip
She holds her breath
But as always he's oblivious
Is she comforted or disappointed?
They have similar dreams
They would go good together
She pictures the scene
Of them living together
They'd get a modest flat
He likes New York
He said he'd like to see Scotland
Even though it'd be overcast
It'd be sunny sometimes
And if they'd just hold each other fast
It'd always be good weather
She thinks this might be the guy
That she'd toss off her parachute for
To fall would be to fly
If they'd have each other
She shakes out of her fantasy
Looks at him
Realizes it's not that easy
It's still too complicated
Peter PanThe sun stretched over his drugged up brainPeter Pan in Free Verse More Like This
it tried and tried to find his name.
He had lightning bolts in his eyes
and the right to make a storm.
He walked about the streets alone
screaming, talking, dreaming.
He sucked the world through a straw
and filled up on imagination.
"This is no place for gravity!"
and floated away.
Imaginary friends by his side,
he coughed up nonsense.
Never a moment in human history
he wanted to grow up.
They said he'd always be this way,
and put a promise on that.
So they stuck him in a room alone
and sealed it with a key.
He escaped with a tightrope
and became a student of the moon.
He jumped up and flew
to the second star to the right,
straight on til morning,
and the rest is history.
The king and The QueenWay back when, I was a child of courseThe king and The Queen in Short Stories More Like This
I lived in the south, and then moved to the north
I met a boy my age, along the way
He lived next-door, he came over to play.
We talked for a while, I liked everything about him
From the way that he laughed, to his gigantic grin
I turned to him, and this is that I say;
'When I become queen, you'll be my king one day.'
He took this to heart, and without any fears,
He fought to get me this, throughout many years.
He had lots of courage, he hocked up his pants
He put me in a basket, and took me to France.
I killed the queen, and he killed the king,
We replaced the positions with him and me.
He said that he loved me, he said it was true.
Then I responded with "I love you too."
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Now there's been so much time gone and passed,
The spirit in the king hasn't this far last.
I don't like him now, not his dull crown
Not the way that he mumbles, or his neck to neck frown.
I thought long and hard about what ought to be,
Rhiannon Evans BiographyRhiannon Evans Biography in Profiles More Like This
Full Name: Rhiannon Ann Elizabeth Evans.
Why was she named that: Named after her Grandmother ‘Ann Elizabeth Evans’.
Nicknames: Rhi (Most common nickname), Rhian, Evans, Blodyn (Welsh for ‘Flower’), Dami’s girl, Rhi-Ann, The Sidekick, Sweet Cheeks.
Age: Depends on the situation. Most common ages: 16 (Teenage/Young version of Rhiannon) and 26 (Adult version of Rhiannon where she has a family/job).
Date of birth: 28th of January.
Gender: Female (Obvious I know, but had to be said )
Nationality: 100% Welsh and always proud of it.
Languages she can speak: Welsh (Fluently, 1st language), English (Fluently, 2nd language), French (Some words, 3rd language).
Birthplace: Wales, UK.
Brought up/From: A little village in West Wales.
Other locations she’s lived in: Springfield, USA and New York, USA. She moved to Springfield when