Little Black HeartI don't believeLittle Black Heart in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
In automatic love
No matter how good it sounds
I don't believe
Love starts when eyes meet
Or with a few scraps
Love is evolutionary
Beginning with something else
And let us not forget
Or simple friendship
For some of us
It doesn't start at all
So maybe I
Should face facts
Love never came
The only woman to capture this heart
Do so over time
Chiseling away at ash and stone
Where so many others had tried
Until all that remained
Was this little black heart
This broken charred heart
I never said
When she got to the end
She was going to like
What she had found
A Poets DreamSomeday I will steal a poetA Poets Dream in Free Verse More Like This
and make her yearn for me.
Her eyes will be as beautiful
as the words she speaks.
In the night
I will make her sing.
When morning comes
to shine its light,
those eyes will hold no resentment
She will place no blame upon my skin,
She will see me for who I am really am.
She will see me for me.
At that moment
I will light her way
will smile for me.
Like all DreamersBeauty is a womanLike all Dreamers in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
day dreaming of white sands
True to the dreamer
with her head in the clouds.
She dreams of what if,
Like all dreamers,
she is the most beautiful creature
One FateShe steps softly in the spring time,One Fate in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
trying to avoid landmines till fall.
She tells me she's afraid of dying,
but I know clocks scare her more.
That tick tock sound feels like a countdown,
to major cardiovascular event.
She calls herself a time bomb.
Her tears fall to my skin.
When all I can do is try and comfort,
maybe push her to walk
another mile or two.
I remind her to take the medicine,
determined to see it through.
Never have I put much faith in god
and even less in Man.
I have no faith in her willingness to fight.
I know the answers don’t lie within.
So I turn to her with much optimism,
reminding her, this is not the end.
For we will know only one fate in this life
and this is simply not it.
Lake of DreamsWe could buy a boatLake of Dreams in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Live on the water
Selling barbeque and hamburgers
Showing Texas how to cook
As if the barbeque state
We could swim the coves
Bathing in moon light
On the open water
We could lose ourselves
Amongst the cliffs
Until the world
Was all but forgotten
We could find our own
Little piece of heaven
On this lake of dreams
With no past
To weigh us down
Let the waters
Wash these hands clean
Until the names
No longer matter
And we gracefully drift away
Perfect Beams of LightI awoke from a dreamPerfect Beams of Light in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Something about bottle rockets
On the Fourth of July
Forcing eye lids to open
I see a perfect beam of light
Straight as perfection
As if meant to lead the way
Perhaps to salvation
Or a means to escape
Feeling somewhat perplexed
While driving sleep away
Forcing myself to focus
As one becomes three
I look with astonishment
At such perfect beams of light
Right through the front door
They shined so bright
I followed them like a road map
To the couch where I lay
And found three nine millimeter rounds
In the arm is where they stayed
No time to be thankful
I'm not one to pray
It's time to go out
And make them pay
Broken Down PoetHe stands in the wingsBroken Down Poet in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Eyes telling stories
Or so they seem
Each wrist unyielding
Both of which
Strong they are
Once pulling him away
He had become
His life to those
Who now ground him
To this place
He loves those ties
But not all that goes with
To stretch his legs
Because change is inevitable
For this broken down poet
But he lacks the virtue
And so he knows
This prison now holds
Until the very walls
Good EnoughSitting hereGood Enough in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
under the stars
this is where I beyond.
Sporting a lawn chair high
to the sounds of great music
against the drop
of fire light.
There is no place I'd rather be.
Except maybe Thailand
but I'll take what I can get.
If it makes you happy,
that's good enough.
Another Pipe DreamMaybe I needAnother Pipe Dream in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
a change of scenery
Something to shake things up
Maybe I need
to trade the heat
And snow covered streets
Maybe I need fewer people
Populating the world before me
Maybe I need the world to slow down
Instead of always being
in such a hurry
Maybe I need fewer complications
A life more simplistic in need
Maybe then I could actually find peace
I could sleep
Maybe you know a place like this?
No dry counties please
Maybe I should just get a compass
Let it lead the way for me
Places with names like Eau Clair
Wabasha and Billings
Or maybe this is just another pipe dream
I guess I'll stretch my legs
My Favorite SinShadows patrolMy Favorite Sin in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
these decaying halls
of restless disposition.
Handing out hell passes
to sinful lovers
who reek of discontent.
I claim my own
to play with jaded souls
who taste of salt
They feel like heaven
despite this hell
to set me free.
So I pace these halls
with lustful intentions
is my favorite sin.
I devourer all who captivate.
Prisoner In Time.I am tired,Prisoner In Time. in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am old,
I am bent double,
I am ready to fold,
My eyes are dry,
All cried out,
My voice cracked,
Too horse to shout,
My body is broken,
Battered and bruised,
The toll taken,
From many years of being used,
I have little future,
And a long past,
But then none of us are ever built to last,
And I feel so out of place,
Stuck in this modern age,
It seems to me now,
That anyone can take the stage.
I have loved,
I have lost,
I have been scared,
I carry those costs,
I have tasted highs,
I have drank the lows,
I have lead,
And I have followed,
I have seen riches,
I have lived among the poor,
I have dared to dream,
And I have strived for more,
I have won a few battles,
But I always lost the war,
And now I have forgotten what I was fight for,
And as I stand here in this modern world,
Feeling like a prisoner in time,
I look around and all I see,
Are the blind, leading the blind, leading the blind.
So as I close the door,
I turn out the light,
I close the curtains,
And I give up the fig
Tearful Rewards.I write, I feel I have to,Tearful Rewards. in Free Verse More Like This
A desire from inside that I cannot explain,
I weave stories, thoughts and ideas,
Whether in verse or in prose, or by another name.
I spin the words, I like to rearrange,
I offer new phrasings, and structures,
I use them as footprints in the sand,
Of a life that leaves a past in the future.
So if I touch someone, and they feel me deep inside,
An emotion brought to the surface with a tear in their eye,
My job is done, and I can leave with a smile,
Close the door to pick up the pen, and speak of a life defiled.
Passion Of The Embrace.The was something in the moment,Passion Of The Embrace. in Free Verse More Like This
Something in the heat of the night,
And as he turned to look at her,
He held her as he pulled her tight.
She felt a shiver dance upon her spine,
Feeling his finger, tracing a line,
Around her neck to the back of her ear,
This was a moment, in which the both would share.
He brush her hair from within her eyes,
As he place the other upon her thigh,
She returned his gaze of deep desire,
She wanted him, and he wanted her.
He leaned in close, a breath away,
Her scent exciting him, in a deeper way,
He cupped her face, as he looked into her eyes,
As she placed a hand upon the back of his head.
Closing the gap, they began to kiss,
Punching lips tight together, with the power of a fist,
Arms snaking around, without and within,
As two become one within the passion of the embrace.
And with their tongues entwined, saliva mixed,
She told him what she wanted with the push of her hips,
The night was still, there was no sound.
And slowly he lowered her to the ground.
Paper AeroplanesOh God, it's lonely up here, just throwing these paper aeroplanes,Paper Aeroplanes in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Watching them gliding across the sky, passing over distant plains,
Looking out over the rooftops, at their many destinations
Wishing them a safe journey, as they spiral and turn in all directions.
Oh God it's lonely up here, with no one to wrap around me,
Watching the dawn light bleed it's half-light, it seems to feel the pain in me,
Looking down into the street below, I watch them all pass by,
Wishing I could be down there with them, wishing I had the courage to try.
Oh God, it's lonely up here, just throwing these paper aeroplanes,
Watching them gliding across the sky, passing over their distant destinations,
Oh God it's lonely up here, with no one to wrap around me,
Watching the dawn light bleed it's half-light, feeling the pain within me,
Looking down into the street below, I watch them all pass by,
Wishing I could be down there, wishing I had the courage to try.
To Dance AgainAh, to be in love again,To Dance Again in Free Verse More Like This
To know that feeling,
To feel it within,
River deep and mountain high,
To where I can touch the sky,
And lie with the stars at night.
I see them,
I see them everywhere,
Walking hand in hand,
Sharing secret looks,
Like a child,
Cos with that right one,
The perfect one,
You feel like a teenager,
And you never grow up.
I long to see,
I long to feel,
I long to want,
I long to touch,
I long to kiss,
Pillow soft lips,
And lose myself,
Within a moment,
Of complete bliss.
It has been mine before,
Once or twice,
But no more than thrice,
And it felt so good,
It felt real good,
And although it deserted me,
Set me free,
I never forgot,
It is better to have,
Than to have not.
So come to me,
Whoever you might be,
Come to me,
And be a part of me,
Let us dance,
To the music in our hearts,
For the band are ready to play,
The birds are ready to sing,
The sun is waiting to shine,
And I have rehearsed every line
A Moment Of Silence.He was waiting,A Moment Of Silence. in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Like a dream waiting for sleep,
A secret for someone to keep,
On the edge of the night.
She was coming,
Like the thunder in the rain,
The spark that lights the flame,
Out of the shadows.
And together they shared a dream,
Together, in a moment of silence.
Like old strangers once alone,
Like an old friend coming home,
Throughout the night.
A passion that kept them alive,
The will to always survive,
Life on the open road.
Then she was gone.
Lost inside the darkness,
Taken from his arms,
Into the heart,
Then she came back,
Like a ghost from the past,
A new friend wearing an old mask,
With a love that would last forever.
And together they shared a new dream,
Together, in a moment of silence.
RunLets run,Run in Free Verse More Like This
Even if it is only in a dream.
The 'Situation' - On My KneesIt was you. It was always you. You were the one. The one I told everything to. The one with whom I shared (to my knowledge) all my secrets, my embarrassments, my... my shameful occasions. And you understood, at the time you offered me understanding, you offered me words of comfort, and you said it didn't matter, it didn't change a thing, it didn't change how you felt about me. And that was why I asked you to share my life, to take this journey with me, to bear witness to my trials and tribulations, just as I would to yours. And we spoke of growing old together, reliving the past as we would sit on the porch, on the bench, watching our grandchildren play with our children. Sharing secrets smiles, secret memories, of a time when we acted in the same way.The 'Situation' - On My Knees in Short Stories More Like This
That was our future.
But here I am, on my knees, on the floor, with my hands behind my head, facing away from you. You stood behind me, with a gun to my head.
You are my wife, yet you are threatening to take my life.
Unwanted Ramblings - No.7Where are you? Where are you my friend?Unwanted Ramblings - No.7 in Free Verse More Like This
I look for you, I wait for you, but you are not to be found,
I call for you, I pray for you, but you never make a sound,
Where are you? Why are you not here?
I have no fear of you.
I welcome you.
Standing on the cliff edge of my emotions,
I watch, I wait, I listen to the breeze calling my name.
Naked and alone, I am chilled to the bone,
By the air of desperation, that surrounds me.
The echoes of those siren ladies, the beauties of the sea,
They lay seductively, on the rocks below within the spray.
The spray of the waves, that break so violently,
With the rage that contrast these feelings with me.
My journey to stand here was not an easy one,
It was neither planned, nor intended or wanted.
I had those hopes, dreams, a future I could see,
And for a time I even had a belief.
I took chances and found someone to dance with,
I closed my eyes, as I wished things away.
But now I am here, these whispers echoing around me,
Voices from the past, now tauntin
Walking Away.'Got the open road before me, and I need a walk,' he thought as he exited the gate and turned left, 'got all I need in my pockets, everything else can left to the dogs,' he added as he began his journey, 'got the sun on my back, the wind in my hair, fields around me,' he took out his cigarettes with the lighter following, 'got that freedom taste in my mouth, and no-one to stop me,' he lit the cigarette and threw the empty packet away.Walking Away. in Free Verse More Like This
'I have fallen by the wayside, and lost my belief,' he remembered the last couple of years, 'so much as happened and I need to find relief,' he thought about her and all the trouble she brought, 'I opened myself up, lost myself, dived straight in,' there was rarely a day they didn't speak, 'but she was not who she was, and loving her was a sin,' he looked down, his shame still haunting him.
'I am not coming back, there is no reason for me to,' he glanced back to see what he was leaving behind,
Virtue's Farewell -prologuePROLOGUEVirtue's Farewell -prologue in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Munich School for Orphaned and Abandoned Children 1902
Twelve-year-old Rosalyn Denton was nervous as she played the notes on
the gleaming, black grand piano. This was the largest crowd she'd ever
played in front of. Aside from the eyes of the many boys and girls in
the hall were the unblinking stares of her father, and her instructor,
the ancient Austrian immigrant, Madam Lidge.
Madame Lidge knew the superintendent of the institution and arranged to
have her best students play a recital for the orphans. It had been
fun coming across the channel from England on her father's ship and
running about the decks with the other students. Of course she
realized the ship wasn't actually her father's, but he was the mechanic
and therefore a very important man. Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata was
her favorite piece and since the great master was German, or at least
she thought he was, she decided it was the perfect
Virtue's Farewell, Chapter 3Chapter 3 (1914)Virtue's Farewell, Chapter 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The car was crowded, hot and dusty. Most of the men lounged on the
floor and tried to use their hands or rifles to balance themselves as
they bounced around as the train rolled along toward the Belgian
frontier. A predominant smell of hay filled the rail car, a remnant of
previous non-human guests that had now given way to gray-clad members
of the Imperial German Army. Anton Reicher had been lucky enough to be
among the first onto the car and was reasonably comfortable sitting on
an ammunition box against the back wall. This position made it
possible for him to actually doze off into sleep now and then during
the ride. For him, though, a deep sleep was the rarest of pleasures
even in a warm bed with his wife, so he certainly didn't drift off too
far from the primitive surroundings of the trip.
A fellow soldier fell into him during a turn on the tracks and brought
him out of his doze.
"Sorry, Sergeant," s
The EncounterThe EncounterThe Encounter in Short Stories More Like This
The breeze smelled of salt as Tony Cielo stood on the deserted deck, looking at the passing sea. In the distance across the night water he saw another cruise ship, lights illuminated like a beacon, probably filled with happy, partying souls, exactly like the ones that permeated the vessel he currently was aboard. He, however, wasn't one of those care-free people. For the past thirty years he'd toiled as a baseball scout, beating the bushes for young players with major league potential, and in his spare time he was a freelance writer, penning short stories, articles and a couple of unpublished novels.
Approaching his mid-fifties, and with two failed marriages and three grown daughters he felt alienated from, it seemed life was well past its best days. He couldn't make anybody happy, especially his harshest critic; himself.
"How are you doing?" Said
Virtue's Farewell, 14Virtue's Farewell, 14 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 14 (1915)
On the train back to Munich, after a period of twenty-four hours without
sleep, Reicher fell into a deep slumber. Once again he was faced with
the images he didn't understand....
//// The woman covered herself as best she could, huddled naked inside
the small tent. So obvious was the beauty of the woman, he wondered
who would beat her so severely. Her skin was smooth and dark with
matching short hair. Bruises covered her body and tears streaked from
her swollen, hate-filled eyes. He looked at her with sympathy and yet,
to his horror, he held the Luger in his hand. ////
Reicher awoke with a start as the train arrived at the Munich station
near his home. It was the very same station he had worked in before
the war. He got up and quickly exited the car, trying to push the
image of the young woman from his mind. With only a small bag, he
decided to walk to his home, so
Virtue's Farewell, 16Virtue's Farewell, 16 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 16 (1915)
The Larkin home was a magnificent, sprawling estate outside of London.
Sumner had picked her up and assured her that he'd get her to the
hospital in time for the start of her shift. Rosalyn wore her lacy
white nursing outfit, seeing no reason to change as she was quite
certain this was not a social invitation. She lifted her long skirt as
she climbed the several stairs to the main entrance which was dominated
by four large columns.
"They await you in the reading room which is immediately to your left,
Miss Denton," Sumner said as he held open the huge wooden front door.
The floor inside the front entrance was white and brown marble. Sumner
rushed past her to open the reading room door and announced her
"Miss Denton," he said. Rosalyn heard Velma Larkin thanking him.
"Come in, dear," Velma Larkin said. "Have a seat please."
Rosalyn found the Larkin matriarch sitting at one of the re
Virtue's Farewell, 28Chapter 28 (1916)Virtue's Farewell, 28 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
October arrived after a summer of misery at the Western Front. Since
the first of July the killing had gone on nonstop, day after day, both
sides taking horrendous losses. The Somme sector was a northern
version of the killing zone that had been Verdun. The battle did
nothing to bring the war to a swift conclusion. Despite all the
frontal assaults, the daily bombardments, the gas attacks, the
occasional aerial bombings and numerous small light raids, the battle
lines had hardly changed at all. However, the body count rose every
day. It was insanity. Many of the men hoped the coming of the cold
would send the war back to the more routine shelling and occasional
attack, rather than the daily carnage that had been the summer of 1916.
Reicher came out of a dugout sipping a hot tin of coffee. The sky was
gray and the wind was light. It wouldn't be too cold during the day if
Virtue's Farewell, 22Virtue's Farewell, 22 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 22 (1916)
It had been over a year since Rosalyn's release from Hattesville. Often
it seemed to have been a lifetime ago, while at other times she
expected to wake up in the small gray cell that had been her home.
Sharp memories had begun to flood her dreams ever since running into
Benjamin Lockhart. It had taken all of her self-discipline not to
allow the images to wreck the holiday. Fortunately, it was a happy
time and she and her two men celebrated a wonderful, festive season.
Just after the new year, however, both Cyril and Willie went off to
the army. Cyril was now a Company Commander in France while Willie and
his friend Billy, free from his mother at last, were in training in
Scotland, soon to be headed to the Western Front as well. Now that
she was alone with her fears and memories, she worked tirelessly at the
hospital and moved on with her life, or at l
Virtue's Farewell, 18Virtue's Farewell, 18 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 18 (1915)
The men were back in the billets for three days before they would once
again go up to the front for another week. As always, the first place
men went upon arriving in the rest areas was the mess tent. Food was
usually better and far more plentiful in the billets than in the
trenches. , but that was changing. Rationing of food was being put
into effect in an effort toward conservation. Reicher, as a platoon
sergeant, was given the job of telling the men that as part of the
rationing all men were given a daily allowance of 12 ounces of meat and
a varied assortment of vegetables. It did not go over well, but he did
his best to sell the new policy to the men of Platoon Two. The
British naval blockade was taking a toll on the homeland and food
rationing was imperative not only at the front but in most German
cities and towns.
"Look at this way, men," Reicher said to the group of soldiers sta
Virtue's Farewell, 8Virtue's Farewell, 8 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 8 (1914)
The clouds above looked like sausages and potatoes against the blue sky,
long cylindrical puffs intermixed with shorter, squat shapes. For once
the sun was out brightening the autumn around what was now being
referred to as the Western Front. Reicher had become quite good at
cloud study, and could now look at a puff above and instantly detail
what it resembled. It was one of the few things one could do to pass
the time in the trenches, and being that straight up was the only place
one could look to escape the dreary confines it was something nearly
all of the men had started doing. For some weeks the war had become a
battle between entrenched armies. Every so often an order would come
down to move out and attack the enemy positions, or repel a British or
French assault, but for the most part a man never saw his foe anymore.
Artillery shelling and the spattering of machine gun fire remin
Virtue's Farewell, Chapter 2Chapter 2 (1914)Virtue's Farewell, Chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had been just over a month since the demonstration in front of the
Times building. Rosalyn was preparing dinner for herself, Cyril, and
her younger brother, William, whom everyone affectionately called
Willie. It was the first serious charge she'd ever incurred as a
result of her suffragette activities and at least in Cyril's mind her
chance of avoiding incarceration were fairly good. The two of them
bickered continually, however, as to how remorseful she should act.
There could be no better word for it than act because there was not a
remorseful bone in her body. Her only regret was allowing her anger to
put herself in this position, but as for striking the pig posing as a
police officer she had not the slightest bit of self-reproach. If she
could have kicked him down the stairs without anyone seeing her she
would have done so. Now her lament was the fact that the men in the
Diary of a Madman bk 2 Video 1Diary of a Madman bk 2 Video 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A video found on Angela's computer:
"Okay, Guys," Angela yelled. "Here's the guest of honor."
Todd stared into the mirror in front of him, watching the door.
The camera was brought to the floor as Angela climbed the the steps and, after a quick moment, returned.
The silhouette was not Angela's. The bound woman was very familiar to Todd.
"Say hello," Angela said. The camera caught the feet of the stranger. There were tight rope around her ankles and, as she was pushed hard over the stairs, she landed hard on the floor. The camera stayed locked on the back of her head.
Todd screamed, "Vanessa!"
It wasn't hard to decide who I wanted.
"Do you finally see it Todd?"
Todd was speechless.
"It's over. Once Angela kills your old lady, you'll be dead."
The camera panned around Charles as he continued into the mirror, "I finally realized what happened. Our father killed the only anchor he had - mother. She was the only thing that kept him - sane. I really ca
Diary of a Madman Bk 2 Apr 11Diary of a Madman Bk 2 Apr 11 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
April 11th 2011
I'm sick with love. Angela came over and we spent all day having sex. She's currently in the other room now. I can feel the hunger emerging from within me but I don't care. I want to be with her.
Angela00's Video Blog
April 12th 2011
It's me Todd Casil. Did you miss me? The last three days Charles (what a stupid name) has been busy fornicating with that crazy girl. He tried to fight the hunger like I once did. I think he needs to learn to live with me.
I miss Vanessa and I need to see her immediately. She is getting married tomorrow and I think I'm going to stop it.
Angela00's Video Blog
"Ahhhhhhhh!" Angela's video blogged opened up with her screaming.
"That rat bastard. Get this people. We make love for three days straight. I mean come on. Then he has the nerve to kick me out," she said as anger escaped with every word.
"He told me he lied. That he never loved me," she said.
"Jokes on him. I'm going to post his face all over the in
Diary of a Madman bk 2 Apr 15Diary of a Madman bk 2 Apr 15 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
April 15th, 2011
Today's the day.
April 15, 2011
MrGreenEyes88: Is it suicide when a schizophrenic kills off one of his personalities? 1 hour ago - Reply - View Tweet -
I'm out of control. Even after I killed Reiner's wife I feel like I've lost everything, especially my mind. I caught myself sending another message. Looks like Todd's been sending messages of my latest kills. I don't know for how long
Charles isn't as smart as he thinks, Diary. Vanessa is not what's keeping me here. I've always been here, just waiting for him to screw up.
Angela's Video Blog
Angela stares into the camera and says, "Alright, this is it."
The video wobbles as she walks with it and the view is in a crude first person view. The camera approaches an old hotel door as Angela's hand appeared and she graspped the old fashion door knob. She turned it and entered.
Dear Diary, (continued)
There's a plan. I didn't
The Children That Watch UsStory no longer available due to the story being picked up by a publishing company. This is just a place holder for now. Sorry for the inconvenience. Please read some of my other stories.The Children That Watch Us in Short Stories More Like This
The Thought FishIt ate thoughts and swallowed them like bubbles. The "Thought Fish" was once believed to . . . wait I've forgotten why I have one.The Thought Fish in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Mushrooms - Piece 11Life in a basement is horrible. With the lack of light and the already apparent dark, evil - shit, its just plain shit - energy, it left your body frail and pale. Uncle John did feed his captives, but they were lucky to get two meals a day. Usually a single meal consisted of cheap burgers and a handful of fries he had picked up picked up for himself but didn't finish. Ryan had already grown weak and his body began to hurt in places he never imagined would hurt. It was if his organs wanted to give it, wanted him to die. He bleed from two different wounds, both from the day before but he was alive.Mushrooms - Piece 11 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sam smiled while painting crooked shapes, with all the best supplies Ryan had earned. He watched but he just wanted sleep to grip him at his neck so he could escape this reality.
Uncle John had returned for the day with their daily meal - fried chicken on the most flimsiest of paper plates. The grease had almost torn a hole in Ryan's
Mushrooms - Piece 1For being a basement, it finally started to feel like home, Ryan thought to himself. He had spent the last two years of his life becoming an artist, while he was kept in the darkness in the bowels of his captor's house.Mushrooms - Piece 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He wasn't alone. Lorena was about his age, sixteen, but she was still far from trying to make the best of the situation. Ryan didn't blame her.
There were a few positives to living like this and Ryan tried to take advantage with what he had. The basement he was kept in was much bigger than his old room and, more importantly, he was surrounded by all the art supplies he needed. He was currently painting the farthest wall from the stairs into a beautiful blue sky when Lorena returned with Uncle John. It was his best piece of work - his masterpiece.
The locks clicked one by one - there were a total of seven. One light lit the room - it hung, and it swayed. Ryan always became blinded when the door opened, but through that blinding light he could see Lorena's return.
The Horror Suicide ShowThe pain was unbearable. It was like hundreds of butterflies with razor tipped wings quickly cutting you away from the world. That's how Cherie Morgan felt as she stood in the center of the dark room, with a razor in her hand. The people behind the dark glass watched her die as they sat around smoking cigars and drinking the most delicate wines. Another man joined the booth for the next show and he is greeted, "Welcome to The Horror Suicide Show".The Horror Suicide Show in Short Stories More Like This
The world was falling apart for young Jessie Lee. She had fallen in love with a beautiful girl. Vanity and popularity were her only concerns; she had no time for a girl like Jessie. Again, she walked home alone, wrapped in her usual dark clothes, through her usual dark world.
She pushed the door open only to discover an empty house. She trudge along the dirty carpet, through the empty kitchen and finally into her room, where the walls resembled her mind. They were full of holes and decorated with poor scrawlings. Among those unskilled scribbl
Lost Finger - Flash FictionI lost a finger today.Lost Finger - Flash Fiction in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I found it.
Mushrooms - Piece 10Ryan sat alone in the dark wondering where Sam was and why she hadn't returned.Mushrooms - Piece 10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
His imagination ran wild. Was she dead? Impossible. Was she released? Maybe. Dead? No, that couldn't happen yet.
The door opened and Sam returned. Uncle John placed her in her cage and after a long quite activity of climbing a ladder and changing the light, he let her out. Ryan was devasted.
Uncle John left the basement and Ryan watched as the girl grabbed a gallon of white paint and started to cover the mural.
"Stop! What are you doing?"
She turned around and smiled. "I'm getting out of here."
"No you're not."
Sam just smiled and began to fill the basement with the smell of paint. Ryan just watched and then we he couldn't take anymore he screamed. That's all it took for Uncle John to come down. Click. Sch-click. Clickty-click-click. Click and click the locks went.
Sam heard Ryan say, "No," before he left but it was already too late. Sam had figured a way to live longer.
Ryan stood in Uncle John
How to know we are in loveI want to walk side by side with you under the stars,How to know we are in love in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Hold hands with you under the candle light,
Let my mind waver when you hold me close,
The way my heart soars at the sight of your smile.
When I speak I could see your eyes come alive,
Your kind face echoing expressions of everything I like.
And you always take your time when you do arrive,
Making me screaming warm and everything inside.
I laid in bed this day and thought of you,
The trees fluttered with the wind as I missed you.
I know it isn't going to be very long,
But I think this is how we know we are in love.
The Only OneSome people said my words are fake because they sound so beautiful,The Only One in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
That it is always a good prudence to feel that things feel too good to be true.
People are not supposed to care, to see beauty in the plainest of things.
It's just like beliefs are not supposed to be true and there's no such thing as true love too.
Still I continued to write out all the beautiful things I know,
Trust in love that feels too good to be true,
Care for people I should never have cared for,
And never once looked to you.
But now you are the only one I speak to,
The only one who's heard all my ugly stories of love,
The only one who have always seen through my poems,
The only one in my life I feel may be too good to be true.
Predictable MeNothing is certain when we are apart.Predictable Me in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Even the weather is unpredictable,
And the flame of my wanting of you flares like a lonely fire,
Amid an island empty of love.
And when I am with you everything feels fine.
Like being just where I want to be,
Everything I care to have,
Holding you close with little more than a true love in between.
So have me if you want,
Love me if you still do,
For the millions of wanting I predictably could list,
You are the only one for me.
I Love You BecauseSometimes I miss you.I Love You Because in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Sometimes I really miss you.
Other times I am craving for you,
And occasionally my heart squeezes longingly so.
Should I dream of you,
I would want you to dream of me too,
To be connected in a way beyond your lovely hands touching my side,
And just maybe, that divine little weight upon my skin.
I used to look for just a girl with a pretty smile,
A beautiful mind and lips that speak sweet things...
And I am still looking for this girl every morning,
Every time I open my eyes in bed, and reaching out to touch, you.
When in loveI wonder if you could sense how I feel when I look at you,When in love in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Tilting my head to the side when I smile with you.
The way I feel when I listen to you,
The anticipation in my stomach right before seeing you.
I could hold my breath counting the number of stars I see in your eyes,
Stretch my fingertips to graze the surface of your lips,
And slowly, tenderly,
Fall in love with the way you look at me every time.
I sometimes wonder if you could see all this in my eyes,
Recognize the feeling of my heart in my voice,
Feel the tenderness of my mind lost in translation,
A heart wavering like an angel hair in the wind.
Because I Love YouLeaving you breathless is worth savoring,Because I Love You in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Like giving you pleasure and watching you drowning in lack of memory.
So I find myself sick knowing you have to go,
Feels like forever before I can even hear your voice again.
I think I'm scared of losing you,
Or simply not seeing you every day.
Not being able to hold you at night,
Not hearing your voice all the time.
I don't think I have ever anticipated a moment so long,
For a time without your wonderful love in my life.
I don't think I can keep myself from craving you either,
Just like the predictable moments before we kiss again tonight.
Love Is UnfairI want to absorb your tears with my chest,Love Is Unfair in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Taste the saltiness with my heart,
Leaving it to dry where it is,
And feel the warmth of you in my arms.
I took off my shirt for you to blow your nose,
So I can hear you breathe out in relief.
And it comes in such small warm gasps,
That I wish to collect them all just to keep you from the cold.
And tomorrow we are going to wake up and just be friends again.
There will be no more tears or warmth of unshed love.
So I feel I should be the one crying now,
Because I could not have loved you more.
In Love With YouYour untamed soft hands touch me in ways I always crave for,In Love With You 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.
Lingering ThoughtsI wonder if you could be happy without me,Lingering Thoughts in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
If you could do being without me.
Whether you'll still laugh as beautifully,
With that small smile lingering all day long unconsciously.
I really don't think I can do all that without you.
And even if I could come to love again.
It would never again feel as easy as breathing,
Like having a heart just a little smaller than being complete.
Maybe I'm just wondering how important I am to you,
How true your beautiful words are,
How I know with such a certainty,
That you are the reason for all my lingering smiles.
CravingsCravings in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Every time you hold me, even in a small way,
It becomes all I want to feel,
Everything I want to last,
And the only thing in this world I don't want to end.
Sometimes I wonder if you could feel it too..
The way I try to wrap you in my arms,
The way I'm torn between the feelings of wanting more,
And the fear of losing myself in your warmth.
It's like the warmth in your voice when you speak to me,
The warmth in your eyes when you see me smile.
It's like a sense of love I crave to no end,
And something that always makes me hungry for more.
Love and War Chapter 3I was absolutely losing it. Don't get me wrong, I've been with women before, and I'm not just talking eating at a restaurant, if you know what I mean. But I was already out of my comfort zone in a place as nice as this was, and here was this stunning woman sitting across from me, talking to me. She had long, dark, sliky, wavy hair cascading across her shoulders and down her back. She had a beautiful face with a cute nose and sensual lips. Her deep red lipstick and black hair contrasted strikingly with her smooth alabaster skin. I'm not sure if I've ever seen a more beautiful woman in my life.Love and War Chapter 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"So, Jim, what brings you here?" she asked, dragging on her cigarette. "I don't think I've seen you here before, and you look a little younger than the people we usually get in here."
"Oh, well, I," I stammered. I knew what I wanted to say, my mouth just couldn't spit the words out correctly. "Um, a friend of mine at the base, I was supposed to meet him and a few other people here. But they haven'
The Romanian Incident Part IV23 December 2010The Romanian Incident Part IV in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was awakened in the morning by the sound of the doorbell echoing through my apartment. I looked at the clock: 9:15. I really wanted to sleep in on my holiday, but whoever was waiting for me pushed the doorbell again, so I got out of bed to see who it was. It was Gus, the landlord. He was chomping on one of his perpetually unlit cigars and his balding brown hair was unkempt.
I opened the door. "Hey, Gus. What's up?"
"Robert, I just wanted to know that Mrs. Dumitrescu's apartment will be packed up and moved out next Thursday. She gave me this letter," he said, tapping his shirt pocket, "that said she gave you some things you'll need to move out. Make sure you do it before next Thursday."
"And nothing will be disturbed until then?" I asked Gus.
"Sure, kid. I won't open anything up until next Thursday."
"Good, because she has a cat, you know? And I need to find a place for it."
"Yeah. Just do it before next Thursday."
With that, Gus shuffled down the hall, satisfied he'd
Love and War Chapter 2Class was finally over. This group of students was really sharp; they caught on to what I was teaching real quickly. I walked from the training building across the base to the Single Officers' Quarters. It was a long walk, but I didn't mind. I could have hopped a ride in any number of passing Jeeps. But the weather was great, and it was nice to have some peaceful time to myself.Love and War Chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I arrived to my quarters and checked my watch: 6:30. I had plenty of time. Before entering my room, I used the phone in the hall to call a cab to pick me up at 7:45. I took my time showering, having a smoke, shaving, then getting dressed. Since I hadn't been in the army for not even a year, I didn't have much to show off, as far as ribbons and badges go, but I was proud of what I had. Two kind of set me apart from most army officers. For one, I received the Lifesaving Medal, a decoration of the US Coast Guard, but all military members are eligible to receive it. I happened to rescue a kid that swam a little too
Love and War Chapter 4Last night was probably one of the most enjoyable nights I'd ever had. The only bad part of it was having to wake up at O-dark-thirty in the morning for physical training. I ended up getting only about four hours of sleep, we had to get up so early in the morning for PT. Getting up early wasn't the problem. It was around two o'clock, when lunch is digesting and I'm back in the classroom that's when the tiredness hits.Love and War Chapter 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Fortunately, I can always assign a particular problem for the class to discuss while I slip outside for a smoke. I had done just that, and was smoking, by myself, under the big oak tree in the courtyard. As I was finishing my cigarette, I noticed someone walk towards me. Definitely an officer, but too far away to tell who it was. After a few more steps, I could see that it was my superior officer, Major Franklin. Before he walked up to me, I stamped out the cigarette and prepared to salute. Major Franklin was a career army man, not someone like me who joined up aft
Love and War Chapter 1San Francisco, California, September, 1942Love and War Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had been nearly a year since the December 7, 1941 Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor. Over 2,000 United States military personnel were killed, plus another thousand injured. On December 8th, army, navy and marine corps recruitment centers were packed with men joining up. I was no different. I volunteered it was my duty to my country. After basic training, I was commissioned as a 2nd Lieutenant in the United States Army. I was being sent to the Presidio in San Francisco. Here I was, a 25 year-old man, who had never stepped foot outside Texas, and they were sending me to California.
Since graduating from Texas A&M University in 1939, I'd worked at Texaco, specifically in their Supply division. So it was natural that I had been assigned to the Quartermaster Corps, Logistics "A" Company, 1st Petroleum Battalion. We were responsible for gasoline, diesel, oil and other petroleum products for the Pacific Theatre. We were headquartered i
The Romanian Incident Part VICosmina reappeared a couple of minutes later, wearing an ill-fitting, nondescript pair of jeans, a garish old lady sweater, and tennis shoes that looked like they were twenty years old. I chuckled, because she looked hilarious.The Romanian Incident Part VI in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Do not laugh at me!" she exclaimed with a smile. "All of the clothes in there are things that Mrs. Dumitrescu wore. This was the best I could do!"
"Let's go across the hall to my apartment, and I'll get you a different shirt. And a coat. It's cold outside."
I left Mina in the living room to grab a sweatshirt and coat for her, and I also took about $700 of cash. I had no idea how much she was going to spend. Returning to the living room, I tossed her the grey sweatshirt. It said "City U. Athl. Dept." and it was a serious step up from the sweater. "Here. It shrunk, so it doesn't fit me anymore. It'll still be a bit big on you, but it's definitely better than what you're wearing now."
At that, she lifted the sweater above her head, exposing her beautiful, full bre
The Romanian Incident Part V"I remember you, Robert." Although she had a thick Romanian accent, her English was very understandable.The Romanian Incident Part V in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I didn't know where to start. "How do you feel?"
"I feel tired, mostly. I do not remember lying down, or getting this blanket. The last thing I remember, you were over here with a necklace, and I was sitting on your lap. Then nothing."
I looked behind me on the arm of the couch, where I left the locket when I left. It wasn't there, but it had fallen on the floor. I picked it up and handed it to Cosmina. "This locket."
"Yes, that is the necklace." She paused, deep in thought. "This is the same necklace that Mrs. Dumitrescu gave to me in Romania."
"Do you remember how you got here, to the United States?"
"Yes I do." Her lower lip started to quiver. "I remember everything." Tears rolled down her eyes and she struggled to continue. "I know it had to be done. But why did I have to be in the body of that cat for so long? Why did the Dumitrescus not want to change me back?" She held her fa
Not Clearly ThinkingFoggy mind, not clearly thinkingNot Clearly Thinking in Free Verse More Like This
You're in my thoughts, constantly remembering
You and your touch, feeling is lingering
You've touched my soul, for that I am grateful
But touch me again, your hands are addicting
Without you I'm lost, awareness is leaving
I'm tied up in you, pleasure is lingering
Release me once more, togetherness fateful
Winter Olympics: EpilogueEpilogueWinter Olympics: Epilogue in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Veronika Huber-Shropshire gazed contentedly at the snow falling outside in the cold November sky. The Alps rose all around, covered with snow. Their house was nestled snuggly in the Inn Valley, on the outskirts of Innsbruck. Veronika could watch the snow fall for hours. She turned, and her gaze moved to the mantle over the fireplace, fire blazing beneath. She walked over and picked up a picture of Lothar, Jimmy, and her at the 2010 Winter Olympics. All three had huge smiles on their face. It was the day that Jimmy proposed marriage to her. She picked up and looked at her Olympic silver medal, still somewhat in disbelief that she had competed so well.
Normally, both Veronika and Jimmy would be out on the luge/bobsleigh tour. She rubbed her extended belly, now nearly nine months pregnant. No, luge would be on hold, at least for the 10/11 season. Suddenly, Jimmy embraced her from behind, wrapping his arms around Veronika's belly, and he kissed her ear. She sighed with satisfactio
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You~You in Free Verse More Like This
It was never just your smile
Or how great it felt to rumple your hair into a mess
And how incredibly intense you looked when you read
Your books full of war and words I didn't understand
It wasn't all about how you could hurt me
So easily it was like you needed it
Or how you could destroy my will with your razor-edged words
And kiss away my tears with your faintly smirking lips.
[It was you and your way of intoxicating me
Making me want you so badly I couldn't save myself
From needing your heated kisses and your breath on my neck
So maybe I could make believe you really did love me.]
waitingthe world is falling, falling awaywaiting in Free Verse More Like This
and she is lying still
listening to the world melt into shards
of soft glass that fall onto her palm
tangling in her dry hair
flowing down her cheek
her dress is ragged, dirty, torn
it's a gown, of course, and
her prince will come for her
any minute now
astride a big golden dragon
telling her that the world has burnt down
and they will fly to a new one
she rolls over and the world
rolls with her, following
her every move, her every twist
her soft body writhing
as her prince takes her
and the monsters in her closet
consort with the ones under her bed
and in her mind
but the ones in her heart, in her blood
they cannot be touched
and only she can set them free
her white slippers start to hop
hop? glass slipper
Lubb-DuppI'm trying to tell myselfLubb-Dupp in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I can live without you
but my heart only beats
when you're breaking it.
mush potato.~mush potato. in Free Verse More Like This
My black and blue scrawls
dance all over the page
Ignoring the smooth straight lines across the paper
Scribbling themselves into your name
Hello Hello Hello
into little hearts that always come in eighteens
and strawberries with uneven lines for eyes.
Half my face crushed between my palm
and the weight of my head
Sleepyhead, wake up
and the other half desperately trying to hide underneath tangled hair with faded highlights.
Algebra Algebra Algebra
I was never good with math
And the little girl in me never understood
why my abc's had threaded their way into all the numbers.
The heat's dizzying me
and you glance my way as I sway when I try to stand
Goodbye and Thank You we chorus
fragile.All you ever wantedfragile. in Free Verse More Like This
was to fix me the only way you knew how
and you didn't care if you hurt me
along the way
because you knew I needed it.
You bruised me and used me
but my words cut you deeper
than you'd ever let me know.
And there was nothing to stop you
from kissing my whitened knuckles
['til I cried]
just so I'd never try to let go.
They all say you broke me, but
I think I broke you first.
poison.a little too bitter,poison. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
not enough sweet.
sharp, but intoxicating;
darling, would you like to be my
every moment a maelstrom
of painful blissful
do cats eat bats? do bats eat cats?
take me high, higher;
darling, destroy me.
a never-ending standstill
hurry, hurry, hurry, we'll be late
your inky black orbs
hide a mocking, fading laughter
a smile without a cat!
not enough are those wrists
crisscrossed with vivid
dressed to the nines.You wear your words like a crisp black polodressed to the nines. in Free Verse More Like This
clothing you in ink and
your metaphors nestled comfortably
against your dreamer's skin
your adjectives silhouetting
your lean frame against
the sunsets you love to spin.
You wear your words like a pair of faded black slacks
with your author's notes
fraying at the edges,
sewn up with syllables
oh so sweetly
your punctuation marks
threadbare on the dark cloth
of all the curiosities you
have managed to weave
You wear your words like a fierce, fiendish smirk
all your apostrophes lined up
and beaming at the world,
splendid, spectacular, stunning
and your run-ons
softly teasing, disarming,
nonsensical sentences that
kiss lightly and
sing the stars into
you and your poetry
are just so damn
h a n d s o m e.
Goodbye, angel.~Goodbye, angel. in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
it was never meant to be
But when it gets lonely up there in heaven
I hope you'll think of me
And when the stars come out
at the end of another long day
I'll think of you and how you never looked back
as you flew away..
missing youI don't missmissing you in Free Verse More Like This
your hands all over me
because his arms make sure
I'm never cold.
And I don't miss
your thirty-proof breath
caressing the nape of my neck
because his nicotine-stained fingertips
put my pieces back so deftly
it's like you never threw me down.
And I sure as hell don't miss
your charcoal hair
and your lonely grey eyes
and your audible-chocolate voice
because his crooked smile tells me he'll never leave m
fade to black.Wait until it fades to blackfade to black. in Free Verse More Like This
then ride into the sunset.
Would I lie to you?
Well, I've got something to say.
All you wanted
was a happy ending
and all I needed
was a chance to prove myself;
to tell you I was worth it all,
make your eyes grow bright
as you watched me fall--
So I went further than you'd let me
and I pushed you
til you broke;
but your smudged-out smiles
and your inked-in palms made me
stitch you back together, and I
knotted up your hea
Japanese Are Otakus(JapanxReader)Kiku's dull brown eyes scanned the current page the hentai in his hand. Goodness, what caused him to draw such an explicit page about you was surely beyond the Japanese male. Now, the only thing he had to do was keep it away from your eyes so you didn't find out his strange addiction to hentais he's drawn with you in it.Japanese Are Otakus(JapanxReader) in Short Stories More Like This
Now, it would be okay for him to draw them if he were in a relationship with him, but the two of you have never come close to dating. You, in all honesty, thought that he enjoyed his video-game girlfriends much more than a real girlfriend so you never told him your feelings. And Kiku wasn't a man who enjoyed sharing his emotions when he knows he can keep them inside.
It was an impure thing to do, but he did it anyway for he could never push away the thought of you in cute little maid's dresses. The dark haired male put the piece of art work into a file before sighing to himself. You were supposed to be coming over soon, for you had something important to tell or show h
Americans Are Heroes(AmericaxReader oneshot)Hot lips ran down your neck, only to stop so the man doing the actions could nibble on your jugular a little bit. He lifted his head up so he could look down at you through cerulean eyes. God, did you look cute! The way you were placed on his bed, the way you looked up at him with a small blush on your face. GAH! It made him want to kiss you all over, which he fully intended to do as he brought his face down so he could mash lips with you.Americans Are Heroes(AmericaxReader oneshot) in Short Stories More Like This
Now, you knew that Alfred was a very dominate person, but this surprised you a little bit. The way his kisses felt, the way his hands ran down your body, pushing you towards his made you wish he did this much more often.
He pulled away as his heated breath hit your face. You gripped his shirt, feeling the muscles below twitch. "I love you." You whispered as you looked up at him through thick eyelashes.
He smiled obnoxiously before leaning down and kissing you again.
You groaned softly at the sun hitting your bare shoulder. Eyes opening slowly
French Are Cooks (FrancexReader Oneshot)You watched with bright eyes as the spontaneous, romantic, Frenchman in front of your cut up a strawberry with ease. You watched the flow of his hand and how easily it seemed he was doing such a thing. For you, it was the complete opposite. You were so messy when chopping up anything; it was purely pitiful compared to Francis' cooking style.French Are Cooks (FrancexReader Oneshot) in Short Stories More Like This
But, then the unexpected happened. With a missconcepted move, Francis' pricked his finger with the sharp object used for cutting. "Merde  " He grumbled as he brought the finger to his lips. As if he were doing it to tantalize you, his lips wrapped around his finger in one of the sultriest ways.
Licking off the blood that had managed to come out of his long finger, he looked to you with a smile, some of his hair coming out of the little pony tail at the base of his neck. "I can't possibly finish this while bleeding. Ma chere , why don't you finish?"
You looked at him with wide eyes. "I c-couldn't possibly do that Francis."
"Why not, chere
Austrians Are Musicians(AustriaxReader Oneshot)He could feel your eyes on his back as his hands in front pressed down delicately on the piano keys. Music flowed out as you swayed back and forth, enjoying the sounds the man made with the simple yet complex instrument. Surely if it were someone else watching, he'd abruptly stop and politely ask them to leave for he wasn't quite fond of someone standing there the whole time. But, you were an acceptation. He allowed you to periodically listen to him for he knew you loved the instrument.Austrians Are Musicians(AustriaxReader Oneshot) in Short Stories More Like This
As his song came to a beautiful end, you sighed dreadfully. "I wish I could play like you do, but unfortunately I was born with no musical talent."
He pushed up his glasses with a pointed finger before replying, "You have plenty of other talents my dear (_Y/n_)."
You shrugged as you looked at the piano, "I want to be able to play this though."
Roderich could sense how down you know were, and it took him a moment but he finally came out and asked you, "Can you please come here?"
You gave him a questionin
Swiss Are Bankers (SwitzerlandxReader Oneshot)You looked dreadfully at your check book, before sadly chucking it onto your table. Running a hand through your already mess hair, you sighed deeply thinking just how you were going to pull yourself out of debt. Now-a-days, it was such a hassle to do such a thing unless you had the money too. And you didn't. You then looked over at Vash, who was sitting a near three tables away from you with his younger sister.Swiss Are Bankers (SwitzerlandxReader Oneshot) in Short Stories More Like This
Francis looked drearily at you. It was surely a rare day when he wasn't trying to get in your pants, and it was one of those rare days. He could feel how down you've been lately and knew he should have confronted you about it.
Sighing, the blond male began speaking in a soft voice, "Ma chere  If you need help paying all of these things," he gestured towards your very full check book, "you should just go ask him."
You looked at him, surprised he had caught onto what you were thinking. Mouth agape in shock, you quickly closed it and replied, "I couldn't possibly do that
Spanish Are Dancers(SpainxReader Oneshot)Antonio sat on his porch and sipped intently on a glass of red wine, much like he would do any other hot afternoon. But, this particular afternoon was special for you were at his home. You took chaste sips of your red wine and enjoyed the feel of the Spaniards near playful green eyes on your body.Spanish Are Dancers(SpainxReader Oneshot) in Short Stories More Like This
"Your home is so beautiful.. I'm so jealous." You said in a voice just above a whisper.
The passionate male beamed at your compliment before swiftly replying flirtingly, "Gracias mi amor ! But you are much more beautiful~."
You shot him a playful glare before looking down at the red liquid in your wine glass. You gave it a twirl before saying, "You lying Spaniard."
He chuckled as he scooted towards you with easy movement. Some of your (_h/c_) was tossed over your shoulder as hot lips came in soft contact with your neck. "Never," Another kiss to the neck was sent your way, "Would I lie about that~!"
You were sent into a giggle fit as he dug his face into your neck swee
Romanians Are Vampires(RomaniaxReader Oneshot)"Vladimir  " you grumbled as the Romanian dug his face into your neck. His hair tickled your face as you tried to push him away weakly, "I don't wanna get fed on yet..." you complained and tried to fall back asleep.Romanians Are Vampires(RomaniaxReader Oneshot) in Short Stories More Like This
He thought otherwise for he began nibbling sensually on your neck. You groaned deep in your chest as you pushed a hand into his strawberry-blond hair and tugged roughly on it as a warning. He didn't stop his tantalizing nibbles though. Taking your rough tug as fuel to his growing fire, his lips and teeth ran up and down your neck.
You couldn't stop yourself from relaxing a bit as his fangs pieced your skin gently. He pulled away with a huff, as he said in a sultry voice, "Do you remember the first time I ever did this to you? How much " he thought for a moment, "Pleasure it caused you." You could feel him smirk widely against your neck as you took a trip down memory lane.
He watched with burning red eyes as you walked your way into the room, watering can
Italians Are Lovers.(Romano,ItalyxReader Oneshot)Your fingers twitched in curiosity as you eyed the peculiar curl that sprang out from Italy and Romano's heads. You'd know both of them for so long but never quite grasped the concept of their hair curls (for they never told you about what it did to them.) You weren't even watching the TV screen anymore, you came to realize as Romano shifted and the odd curl bounced slightly with his movement.Italians Are Lovers.(Romano,ItalyxReader Oneshot) in Short Stories More Like This
Finally, the older brother realized you had been staring at himself and his brother. His fiery amber eyes caught hold of yours, but before he could tell you to stop staring, you abruptly turned your eyes away from his. But, when his eyes turned back to the screen, you turned your eyes back towards their curls for the remainder of the movie.
After the movie was completed, Italy thought it'd be a good idea to get some dinner, which you hastily agreed too. Anything to get my mind off of the curl, you thought and followed the brother duo into Italy's kitchen. Even wit
Germans Are Engineers(PrussiaxReaderxGermany)"If you two didn't know how to work on cars, I think I would die." You beamed brightly as you looked over the two Germans working on your car. "I mean, going to a professional engineer is so darn expressive!" You let your legs swing freely off the side of the table on your garage. This truly beat going to the auto repair shop for Ludwig as well as his brother lost their shirts due to the very steamy weather outside. You found yourself staring once and a whileGermans Are Engineers(PrussiaxReaderxGermany) in Short Stories More Like This
"Ja, it is expensive." Ludwig said, picking up what looked like a wrench before fixing up what was needed.
Gilbert looked up at you from the engine, wiping sweat from his brow in the process. "You better be paying us though."
You raised an eyebrow before complaining slightly, "Why? You two are my best friends~! Common." You leaned forward with the most innocent face you could muster.
"Nein!" Gilbert said, "It's hot out here, and you think we're going to do it for free when we're cooking our asses off, and you're sitting ther
English Are Police(EnglandxReader Oneshot)You looked out the window of your car in utter despair. How could this happen to you ? How how could you get pulled over?! And by Arthur none the less. That bloody boyfriend, you thought angry as you slammed a fist against your steering wheel. A sudden tap at your glass window had you looked sideways, in even more distress. Rolling down said window, water slid into your car for it was raining outside.English Are Police(EnglandxReader Oneshot) in Short Stories More Like This
"I've got to give you a ticket; you know that right (_Y/n_)?"
You groaned and nodded, "I know " you whispered, "but I don't understand why! I wasn't doing anything wrong!" You pleaded slightly.
He looked at you, "You were speeding."
You glared, "I couldn't see the damned sign because it's too far from the road! I don't get how your foreigners live " you said with a huff.
Arthur laughed, water running down the rim of his hat only to be caught on his really soaked shirt. "Do understand love, you're in my country thus you're the foreigner in this situation. And if you ke