AloneHe sat there in the darkness of the world.Alone in Short Stories More Like This
Nothing was important.
His loneliness was drowning him.
He tried to find the one he loved. He tried so hard, but every time he failed.
Was life meaningless?
Ciel stared at his reflection through a shard of a mirror, long since broken. What he saw was fake, completely fake. No matter how much he wished it was real, it wasn't.
There, behind him, in the mirror stood the one he loved. The blonde's arm's wrapped around his neck with that playful smirk on as always. His blue eyes filled with mischief.
Alois Trancy was right there in the mirror, yet no where to be found outside it.
The boy stared into the mirror for hours, days. Whenever he could he would look into it. He knew that the mirror only showed what the person looking into it desired, but what Ciel Desired was no where to be found.
Ciel gripped the mirror tightly and watched as Alois nuzzled him. Tears began to flow down his cheeks and he threw the wretched mirror, hearing
365 Days .::South Italy::.A/N ::365 Days .::South Italy::. in Short Stories More Like This
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I will try everything,
To make you come closer to me
How can I get it through,
To tell you what I can't lose...
Lovino sighed and glanced out the window. English was a boring class, especially since everyone hated to even talk to him. The classroom door opened and everyone's attention turned towards the door, even Lovino's. He went wide eyed at the sight of the person who just entered the half-filled classroom.
"Um, Mrs. Frison? This is your new student, [Name] [Surname]. She'll be in your first period class from now on." The student-teacher patted the girl's back and left the room. The girl was beautiful, in Lovino's eyes. Her [h/c] hair was pulled up into a ponytail, her bangs fell just beside her face. She didn't wear make-up, like all the other girls at the school. The dark and light blue striped shirt that hung just below her shoulders was cute and made her figure look facinating
Hidden Feelings 2Hidden Feelings 2 in General Fiction More Like This
I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh except for the story.
Okay the pic is up again. I hope in the future stories I wrote, you fave not only because of the picture but also enjoyed the story.
If you don't like Yaoi (boyxboy) relationship, then you can forget about reading this.
*Note - All my cross-stories I have been writing take place with Yami already know his real name as Atemu but still in Yugi's body. Only those who have gone through with him and his new found bestfriends Yusei and Judai, knew of his name
[Minor]Cross-shipping (Yusei x Yami)
...Atemu....I love you....
"To think Kaiba...have been feeling this way towards me all this time but...is it a genuine love or...just a false one to make me drop my guard when we duel again?" The former Pharaoh slowly opens his eyes and stares down at the black floor.
Eversince yesterday, the day Kaiba admits something-- Something unusual to me
ThingsThings in Free Verse More Like This
who is to blame
who is responsible
for this crashing
growing ever stronger
My mind is falling
from its place in my skull
sinking in a resigned
Behind the skies
there is a building light
sensitive to the touch
stinging in my eyes
Coming undone, I have
found a place inside
an eye composed
of calm and only
the slightest touch
You are here
and there is no where left
to run from
the force of you
I need this place
to remain a quiet force
seperate from the thing
the thing that pulls me under
under this cover of clouds and smoke
under the sheets where our bodies lie waiting
Why must you keep me here, in waiting?
Alone, I have
created a life that you
you can neither touch nor feel
you search it out and find it
crush it beneath your hands
strong and yet
smooth and melting to touch
my lips come open
at your command
The Addict And The BankerTogether they came,The Addict And The Banker in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
before the Great Judge.
Comes to all,
this day that we grudge.
For this pathetic being,
some mercy can be shown.
For the soul that he sold,
was that of his own.
Then looking at that,
that stood tall and proud.
A darkness descended,
like that of a shroud.
Mercy for him,
there cannot be any.
For the souls he has sold,
they number many.
The Mask With A CrackThe Mask With A Crack in Free Verse More Like This
I have a mask, but you can't see
I have used it all day, even for my family
They think they know, they think they see
They hope they know the real me
But they don't, and they won't see
Because I'm too emotional, to be me
I'm afraid to get hurt, afraid to open up
I'm not a book, you can't open up
They have told me, '' You're a great actor ''
They don't know why, they don't know how I learned to act
I'm an actor all day, and a wear a mask
I can't get hurt, they can't touch me
I let one in, I let her see
I was told, that she loved me
And we were happy, young and free
Now she hates to even think about me
After she left, my mask got a crack
It's not completely intact
And behind it I'm crying, I'm dying
But they just can't see, the crack is small
It gets bigger every day, I'm hurt and they can soon see
They can soon see the real me
When someone pressed on, teased me about my ex
I spat on his goddamn face, I'm falling apart and I keep breaking
This crack, this crack is making me lose control