blame the sandmandear paradise girl:blame the sandman in Free Verse More Like This
you have seaweed in your hair
and your eyes are painted with mother-of-pearls.
the sand between your toes
has crusted over
and when i place my head against your chest,
because i can't find a heartbeat.
and you laugh,
a clogged-up gurgle,
because you know that i've forgotten what you're made of.
you don't have a pulse.
i hear the rhythm of blue waves beneath your skin.
dear paradise girl:
you have crabs clipped to your earlobes
and you wear seagull feathers for a dress.
there are blue-kelp tattoos across your shoulders
and a ring of suction-cup stars around each ankle,
and when you move,
you move like water.
and when you wrap your arms around me,
i draw back in fear
because your skin molds to mine like mud...
and you grin,
a snaggle-toothed vision,
because you know i've forgotten once again.
your skin is cool and clammy
and i can't stand to hug you
anymore than i can chew on sand.
dear paradise girl:
you're crying grains of salt
and the b
time-spinning, frail organsdecembertime-spinning, frail organs in Short Stories More Like This
i signed the form today, the dark clouds beyond your window--swollen with rain, bruising the sky--echoing the mood trapped behind closed doors. at six, i took your bandaged hand--careful, dear, you told me six months ago. don't bump the i.v.--and whispered goodbye with my tears. i whispered my secrets before you let yourself go.
do you remember growing up? we were twenty-four, fresh out of college, and you were beautiful. your crimped-up, decked-out, rust-red-tinted hair smelled of black licorice markers and cups of chai tea. i buried myself in its webs that night. begged you to take me away.
and you did, love. the sway of your hips kissing mine stopped the world, and for ten seconds, i forgot what you told me. for a moment, i forgot you were already moving on.
your eyes were yellow, feverish, the frailty of your failing organs much too
Breaking Free for Love-100 T.Breaking Free for Love-100 T. in Free Verse More Like This
we sleep where the sun worships your touch,
where the moonbeams
and midnight silhouettes
and words disappear
beneath the strokes of your fingertips painting skin.
was that promise true, my love?
the one you grazed
across my neck at dawn?
you light up my fantasies with kisses
as you catch my eye
with two whispering looks,
and i guess i must have lingered
those pesky elves--100 T.under the rainbow,those pesky elves--100 T. in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
three bad little elves
play cops and robbers
and make fools of themselves.
they guard a large pot
to the brim filled with gold
and play hide-and-seek...
or so we are told.
but don't fall for the trick!
take a look at that cloud.
it's edges are too even,
the rainbow, too loud!
swipe at your eyes;
is doubt setting in?
blink, blink, once more!
and now, look again.
the gold pot is missing,
the cloud lonely and bare.
but where did the elves go?
well, they were never there.
::tomorrow's headlines::--c.i froze last night,::tomorrow's headlines::--c. in Free Verse More Like This
dull eyes filled with white noise
and the chaos of moving forward
as your departing words tore my smile to shreds.
in my heart,
raindrops turned to icicles
and my oxygen fled the scene,
turning my numb lips dark blue.
and i can only imagine
the headlines of the morning's news:
love turns girl into a popsicle.
rescuers still trying to melt her veins.
the cure to one goodbye
said much too soon.
I froze like a deer in headlights
It was all a little too perfect
All a little too well planned
Your voice was too steady
Too fucking steady
My breath was sucked out of me
I wanted to roll into a ball
I would be the main attraction
People would travel moons to see me
Curled in a ball slowly rocking back and forth
Back and forth
people would come from miles
to watch me shatter,
watch my eyes fill,
watch me bleed myself dry of words...
and they'd all know
that it's because of you.
i froze last night,
but not from the cold of snow
disjointed lovers--collabshe wears her hair in her eyesdisjointed lovers--collab in Free Verse More Like This
and hides her teeth
she calls them,
with a flair in the front)
behind the palms of her hands.
and it drives him crazy
because when she laughs,
she covers it with a cough
and she never raises her voice.
of weeds in the crooks of his elbows
and stars in the depths of his grin,
but he just doesn't understand her.
she cries over wilting roses
and dissects teddy bears for the stuffing inside,
but she never searches for a heart in the mess.
she never searches for love,
and he wonders if maybe
she doesn't realize that she should.
He laughs at the graveyard of teddy bears
as he holds her in his arms, trying to
understand all of her whispers.
Wanting her to notice him differently
(through love-struck eyes and
But he notices the tears she
fails to hide underneath her bangs
and the ways
she constantly hides her unique
and lovely teeth from his gazes.
He wants to give her all his
Trashing Hope: 100 ThemesTrashing Hope: 100 Themes in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hope is not your average teddy bear. She's tattered at the seams, her right arm lost years ago. It's not as if Chloe meant to steal Hope's arm. After all, Chloe was only five at the time, and Hope was just denim and fur. A stuffed animal who, when Chloe had needed her most, had failed.
A week before Christmas, Chloe's mom was, as per usual, beginning her winter tyranny of "Almost Spring Cleaning." Chloe was hysterical; Hope was among many 'baby toys' Chloe needed to get rid of. Sobbing, snot drizzling from her nose, Chloe had pleaded with her mom, a last-ditch effort to save Hope from the junkyard.
"But...but mommy! She isn't JUST a teddy! Her name is Hope, and she...she TALKS!" Chloe had hauled Hope from the pile on the floor, stuffing trailing from the holes in the bear's ears. "Listen! Hope, please, show her!"
But Hope wasn
suction-toes and stringy hairsuction-toes and stringy hair in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you have bug-eyes, webbed-toes, and a suction-cup grasp on my hand, and i'm hoping your skin never sweats. you eat chocolate grasshoppers like candy and sometimes ribbit in your sleep. when i wake you, you tell me you were dreaming of mudpies and a melody created at dusk. sometimes, i wonder if you're more frog than man, but you aren't turning green yet.
you waste time hopping from foot to foot, promises croaked from your throat. your irisies are dark, almost black, and much too small for the white space surrounding them. and sometimes, when i wake, i find you huddled at the window letting raindrops soak your stringy hair.
but baby, i don't care that your tongue is too long and your feet stick to the floor when you're barefoot. at night, you wrap me up in your arms and whisper, gently, your cadences of 'i'llloveyouforever's and 'i'mneverlettingyougo's.
and who cares if yo
Untitled PoemId give you all of my heartUntitled Poem in Free Verse More Like This
If that was what was best
Though you already have most of it
Id give you all the rest
I give in to what I gave you
You can control me with so many things
Im like an overused puppet
And only you can cut the strings
Its like you know my every move
And you bend me to your will
But you knew that if I was broken
Id obey you still
I said that I was mad at you
But you know how good I can lie
I didnt want to believe my words
Because each one made me cry
I tried to cut the strings today
And I tried to break free from your grasp
But I know Id still come if you called me
And that my free will would not last
I dont mind being your puppet
Use me as you will
Ill be waiting here forever
As long as you need me still
One last show for the people
Lets see what this puppet can do
Id do anything you wanted
If you said I love you too
If I could give you my heart
I wouldnt hesitate to
But I can
Itachi's DeathWhy am I hereItachi's Death in Free Verse More Like This
Was this your plan all along
To play with my mind
Maybe Im wrong
I was always in your shadow
I still looked up to you
Then my vision of you was shattered
My world was torn in two
Dad never said he loved me
He only loved his other son
And now in my mind
The memories weigh a ton
The memories of blood
In my heart they are kept
I look solemnly back
On those nights that I wept
I wish that I had died that night
I would not have done this to you
This was my only goal in life
I wish that wasnt true
Because of you Ive lost everything
My family, and my friends
I lost them so I could be here
These feelings come and go like trends
As you lay here, slowly dying
I know that I will never know
Why you did all of these things
Or about the feelings you failed to show
You said you were the obstacle
I had to overcome
I guess that in the end
That battle was won
I know that maybe you didnt have
The kind of love you needed
But I still couldnt help but wonder why
LoveLove is only like a bookLove in Free Verse More Like This
Words written on a page
They still tell me that I'm too young
But love can come at any age
At the sorrow it took to get here
I'd rather not look back
I always thought about running away
There was something that my life lacked
Love has been my hero
Saving me from that pain
Now there is warmth and sunshine
Where before, there had only been rain
Yes, love is only like a book
But the world is only a stage
My story wasn't born premature
Love can come at any age
Suicidal DreamDeath keeps running through my headSuicidal Dream in Free Verse More Like This
Like some lengthy song
Would it be a surprise to you
If one day I was suddenly gone
Its always my death that gets planned out
In these sick and twisted dreams
But I know that it would be pointless
You wouldnt care, it seems
I can tell that Im asleep
But each death seems so real
Each time I scream, each time I bleed
I only wonder how youd feel
Im only living to watch over you
Or else I would have been dead long ago
But youll never see thats why Im still here
I refuse to let you know
But these thoughts are still clouding my mind
Should I live or should I die
Id be better off without you near
But without you is only a lie
I may be weak, but Im just strong enough
Ill know that Ill pull through
But Ill never make it because of me
I live each day for you
Within just a few seconds
We could be torn apart
But thats all youve wanted
Right from the start
If I were gone, wo
Ignorance is BlissPerhaps it was betterIgnorance is Bliss in Free Verse More Like This
When those secrets were kept
When you knew nothing
Of the nights that I wept
It was easy to wonder
Of what we could become
It never felt like this before
It only hurt some
Things have changed now
And you know my secret
But I knew along
That youd never keep it
I wish I could back
And change what we were
Back before you knew of me
Back before you met her
I wonder if it was worth it
To know what you kept from me
But even with those answers
I still can not see
Why did I make things complicated
By falling in love with you
Why did my life have to change
When I said I wished you loved me too
Looking back on things now
I can only say this
I was better off not knowing
Ignorance was bliss
Naruto PoemI tried so hard to make this workNaruto Poem in Fan Fiction More Like This
But it seemed like it only got harder
I tried and tried to get close to you
But it seems that I only got farther
I waited so long to find love
And it comes when you don't expect it to
But loving you was such a sweet surprise
Although, that feeling was new
I never really saw your flaws
They were never cause for concern
But love is one great lesson
And we still have much to learn
I was torn apart long ago
So sometimes I tend to hide
But know that no matter what you do
I am always on your side
Know that when I tell you I love you
I always mean what I say
I was wrong to think you weren't trying
And I'll know we'll find a way
I love you more than anything
So, I'm sorry I thought to leave
I was just scared I would get hurt again
But, in us, I still believe
So find it in your heart to love me
And I'll never shed another tear
Even when we're far apart
Know that I am near
The other day
I became all that I hate
So before you look at me differently
I ask you just
GoodbyeI knew from the startGoodbye in Free Verse More Like This
That this would hurt more
Than anything I had ever
Said to you before
I made a vow to you that day
I promised you Id disappear
But in the message that I sent you
There was one that you didnt hear
I didnt want it to end this way
I wanted us to get along
But every time I tried to tell you why
You always proved me wrong
There are so many things
I could have said to you
But I chose to say goodbye
And I never thought things through
I didnt want to leave you
But I know that its better this way
Although the way we left things
Will haunt me night and day
Must be LoveGood things happen when you believeMust be Love in Free Verse More Like This
Thats how dreams come true
But its not always that easy
When my dream is you
I guess that life cant always
Go exactly the way it was planned
It seems I could only find happiness
Off in another land
But, in another land, I see
Love is still hard to find
It makes me nervous to be near it
And its always on my mind
Love can be so hard to express
And I guess that I dont show it well
Even though I wont admit it
Everyone can tell
Having a heart meant nothing
Until the day I met you
But theres something here that bothers me
Another loves me too
I guess lifes never that easy
Just look at the stories above
The best thing and the worst thing
Surely, must be love
LuckYou tell me that Im luckyLuck in Free Verse More Like This
I wonder if thats true
If I was so lucky
How did I end up with you
You tell me that Im lucky
But the lucky one here isnt me
Theres nothing more that I could say
That could ever make you see
Every time I try to make things right
Things always get worse, never better
I guess youll love me for a limited time
And Ill still love you forever
You give me no attention
And get mad when I give it to others
So what if Im talking to another guy
My guy friends are like my brothers
You tell me that Im lucky
But it wasnt me you talked to
I always feel like theyre more important
I guess its better than being without you
An hour and a half we had
I was looking forward to it
Only because youd be there
But today my heart finally split
We had so long
And you had so many chances
Was it really too much
To ask me to one of those stupid dances
Youve asked all the girls I know to one
Even if they said
The Perfect TheftTo you, those words meant nothingThe Perfect Theft in Free Verse More Like This
But they are everything to me
I know that you weren't serious
There's no way that you could see
You have been blind for far too long
As to how I really feel
And I guess that you will never know
Just how many wounds you've healed
You're the one I dream about all night
And the one that's always on my mind
You're the one I'd die for
And the one I'd seek to find
I've always had a few small doubts
But all of those, now, have left
You stole my heart today; It's gone
It was almost the perfect theft
To you, those words meant nothing
They meant more to me than they meant to you
But I'd relive that moment any day
Because… I love you too
This or That? Part6-ZAGRDib grabbed my arm with his giant mechanical arm, and dragged me outside. The morning sun was harsh on my pale skin.This or That? Part6-ZAGR in Fan Fiction More Like This
As soon as I hit the ground from Dib's brutal toss, I realized that he went back inside.
I sat up, and stared at the purple door.
"Fuck this," I whispered to myself, "Dib can't tell me what to do."
I began to run, run faster than I ever could. Someone's life was on the line, and I can't afford to lose him.
All the way back home, I demolish Dib's room in search of a powerful Irken weapon he obsessively brags about.
When I found it, I stuffed it into a backpack, and sprinted back downstairs.
"Gaz! What's going on?!" Shit, shit, shit, shit.....
"Oh... nothing, Dad. I was just... going out..." I spoke slowly.
"Oh, okay. Have fun!" He responded easily.
When I reached the corner of a weird street, something started to buzz in my pocket.
It just happened to be my cell phone, informing me of Dib's current location. Thank you, tracking device.
This or That? Part2-ZAGRI walk into my room, slam the door as hard as I could, and sit on my bed with both of my palms on my forehead.This or That? Part2-ZAGR in Fan Fiction More Like This
'Sit up straight, and block it out!' I command myself. But it seems impossible. He's been in my head all day, anyway...
"Gaz? Are you okay?" Dib quietly opens my door, being gentle.
And there I go, making the biggest mistake ever. I burst into tears... Right in front of my brother.
He runs over to me, hugs me softly, and asks me what's wrong. What's wrong?! What an idiotic question!
"It's Zim. It's his fault I crumbled like this. No one has ever looked beyond the act I put on..." Tears still running down my face, word-vomit comes out.
"Well, do you l-love him.. b-back?" Dib stutters those horrible words, horrible to him at least.
"I... d-don't... know..."
I pull myself together eventually. Dib leaves me alone to sort things out on my own.
When dinner's ready, I refuse to eat it. I don't even touch my homework. And now, the night of ins
This or That? Part9-ZAGRMy fingers slid through my purple hair, each breath became deeper. I began to stifle the tears that insisted on flowing.This or That? Part9-ZAGR in Fan Fiction More Like This
'Can he really be alive?' I thought to myself.
In the matter of seconds, hope pulsed through my veins. But that hope, transformed into doubt. Hope only gets in the way, after all.
I slowly placed a hand on his chest, feeling for a breath, a heartbeat maybe.
His eyes closed again, leading me to think he was gone for good.
I let go to the tears I held back. 'What do I do?' I thought, 'There's always the cliche....'
"Zim... c-can you hear me?" I spat out.
I felt him take a deep breath beneith my hand.
He groaned in pain, his 3-fingered hand rubbing his forehead. Knowing that he's not dead put a smile on my face. Since I'm not used to using those muscles, the smile slightly hurts.
When his eyes reached my face, noticing that I've been expressing an emotion no one thought I posessed, he began to smile as well.
"Well, Gaz-human. I see how I've changed your life now."
This or That? -ZAGRI close my eyes. I replay the entire day through my head. It's the same as always.This or That? -ZAGR in Fan Fiction More Like This
I just breathe.
When my mind feels clear, I start to feel okay. It's the same. Everyday.
I lay down on my bed, burning holes into the ceiling with my stare. I procrastinate the little homework I have until the last minute.
Dib, from beyond my thick door, notifies me that dinner is ready. As moronic as he's been for my whole life, I find him useful.
As soon as that moron stops the car, I jump out of it like he's telling my some "facinating" story about something paranormal again.
Desperately trying to get to my locker, I run into someone. Someone tall, someone purely ominous, someone with light green skin, I assume has been lurking the hallways since early this morning.
"Hello... Gaz-Human," he emphasizes the word 'human' like it's an insult. To him, it most likely is.
"Greetings, Alien-Scum," I glare at him, burning holes into his soul. I can tell it hurts by the way his facial expression c
This or That? Part7-ZAGR"Gaz..... Gaz, listen!" He yelled at me when I started walkimg towards Zim.This or That? Part7-ZAGR in Fan Fiction More Like This
"What the hell do YOU want?!" I screamed back at him. Tears still flowing from my copper eyes.
"You don't understand! He's not--"
"Get the fuck AWAY FROM ME!!!" I forced out, cutting him off.
He backed away, taking slow steps. When he was far enough away from us, he began to run.
".....Zim?" I whisper to him.
Seconds turned into minutes. Minutes turned into hours. I sat there, next to the alien's body, questioning myself. How could I let this happen?
A weird beeping sound came from Zim's Pak. "Automatic Restore," it said. Electro shocks serged down the alien, making his eyes fling open....
"ZIM?!" I spoke with massive excitement.
This or That? Part4-ZAGR"Wait... wait.... no," I denied. I pushed him away, creating space between us.This or That? Part4-ZAGR in Fan Fiction More Like This
"What's wrong, Gaz?" Zim asked me sweetly.
"I-I can't...." I began to protest my own heart. I moronically admitted to him that I love him... but I don't? That's the confusing part.
"I know, I know. You can't love me because you're not supposed to feel that kind of emotion. You always have to be the tough human." Zim hissed slightly.
"I didn't have to be this way! I chose to be. Dib's the sensitive one!" I yelled at him. But the thing is, Zim will never understand. Dib and I watched our dad walk passed us millions of time without even acknowledging us. He rarely calls us by our names. Sometimes he forgets. And even though I'm younger than Dib, I showed him that it's okay not to care about anyone.
"I don't give a fuck, Gaz. You've ruined everything. It's my job to burn everything to the ground. To eliminate all man-kind. You got in the way."
"Zim, you fail to understand that you've permanently FUCKED UP MY LIF
This or That? Part3 -ZAGRI walk under the thick clouds that cover the night sky.This or That? Part3 -ZAGR in Fan Fiction More Like This
I assume it's around 2 in the morning.
It's still fairly warm, and the sky looks about ready to burst with rain.
The dark grey of the gloomy clouds match my mood perfectly. Hopefully, I won't feel like shit in the morning.
I had to be back home around 6am, before Dib notices that I left.
I walk with long, strong strides. Nothing can hold me back.
Buildings go by, the streets are empty, no one's in my way.
I arrive at Zim's small green house around 4am. My heart beats rapidly with the thought of being near him...
What the hell is wrong with me?!?!
I step closer to his front door with a slow pace. Thinking to myself, 'Why are you doing this, Gaz? There's no point. What's he going to do, anyway? Yell at you for the rest of my short life, and annihilate the Earth? That's not so bad.'
Confused, I just stand there. On his front step. Wow, I'm smart. (Sarcastically speaking, of course)
I turn around, sit
Hello? 2 -- ZAGR"Security breach..." Zim's computer spoke as red lights flashed and an alarm sounded. Zim could feel his squeedly spooch go crazy inside of him.Hello? 2 -- ZAGR in Fan Fiction More Like This
Poor little Zim, shaking more and more every step he took. He began to wonder why she was at his house. Is it because of what happened today? To finally stop the madness between him and Dib? To unleash a horrible nightmare world inwhich there is no escape? Or worse.... She found out about the tracking device and cameras?!
Zim finally reached the main level; where he peaked around the corner and saw Gaz, a deadly but beautiful creature, standing in the doorway.
"Hello? Anyone home?" She asked again.
"Y-yes, Gaz-H-human, I-I'm here..." The green boy walked into the front room. Gaz lit up immediatley. Sleepless nights of denying, questioning, and finally accepting her feelings for Zim actually paid off. Like any girl would do, she dreamed of finding love. Although, she never thought it would be with a being from beyond the stars.
This kind of beh
This or That? Part5-ZAGRA tear escaped from my eye.This or That? Part5-ZAGR in Fan Fiction More Like This
This is the first time in my whole life that someone has ever thought of me this way. I've never been loved before.
I give up. I can't fight him.
He has forced me to let go. It feels good to let everything negative slide out of your grasp. Every tear that should've been shed, slipped from my finger tips. I was so bound to the Earth with my fear. But now, it feels good to breathe.
And Zim was the cause of this.
After a while of spending time with Zim at his house, I forget one crucial fact: Dib.
The front door bursts open, taking chunks of the wall with it.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!?!" Oh shit...
Dib had used one of Dad's mega-mechanical arm. It came with a giant fist that could launch forward with the push of a button. That's what broke the door.
He stomped into the freakish-green house, obviously furious.
He doesn't scare me, though.
I looked straight at him. My eyes locked on his. Using all my strength to make him shive
Wait a Second...."You realize that you're going 95 miles per hour on a 25mph road, right?"Wait a Second.... in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I don't care. Bigfoot's just around the corner. Today, I'll get him!" Big head, big hopes. Not a big surprise, however.
"Okay, well... I'm gonna jump outta the car now," Gaz said, quite emotionless.
"Have fun," her paranormal crazed brother, Dib, replied.
Gaz reached for a heavy book on ghosts in the backseat of Dib's shiny-black car, held it with a strong grasp, and threw it on the brake peddle. The car screeched as it abruptly stopped. Gaz, then, clamly got out.
"Hey! I was trying to catch up with Bigfoot! I'll never get him now...." Dib obsessively went on as Gaz walked away in the pouring rain.
She just happened to be a block away from Zim's freakish-green house. Zim had recently resigned from his job as an Invader, for he has found out that he was originally supposed to be exterminated. He's also grown fond of the humans. Observing them is as interesting for him as TV is for the ex-Bloaty's Pizz
RVB - DialogueTitle: DialogueRVB - Dialogue in Fan Fiction More Like This
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Rating: PG13 for swearing
Word Count: 889
Summary: Just a random conversation between Grif and Simmons, with some interruptions from Donut
Disclaimer: Red vs Blue and characters are Rooster Teeth's, as much as I wish they were mine.
A/N: I wrote this in school one day because I was bored out of my skull and needed some Grif/Simmons interactions to distract me. I decided to experiment with using only dialogue, so some parts are kind of lame because of that restriction. I had to use names more often than I would have liked so you could tell who was talking. "OTL
"Are you gay?"
"Where the fuck did THAT come from?"
"I dunno, I'm just curious."
"Yeah, but where would you even GET something like that, Grif?!"
"I dunno. And you haven't answered the question."
"What the fuck do YOU think?"
"Obviously I don't know, or I wouldn't
RvB - Jelly BeansTitle: Jelly BeansRvB - Jelly Beans in Humor More Like This
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Pairing: Church/Caboose fluff, even though I don't really condone the pairing
Word Count: 839
Summary: It's Easter at Blue Base~ (3rd person, Church's POV)
Disclaimer: I don't own RvB in any way, shape, or form. Nor do I own Easter. xD
A/N: I know this is way late for Easter, but I thought of it while sorting my jelly beans (the blues ones are so gross D and I just had to write it.
"Caboose, put it down!"
"I said, PUT IT DOWN!"
Reluctantly, the younger blue set the bright red jelly bean, poised and ready to be dropped into his waiting mouth, back onto the counter. He kept his mouth open, staring hungrily down at the candy forbidden to him.
"Stop gawking and help me with this," Church snapped, shifting a few jelly beans around in front of him. They were in 3 piles; red beans, blue beans, and mixed beans. The self-proclaimed CO flic
Rain in the Desert II - RVBSimmons abandoned his armor when he had thrown it in the corner and walked further into the base, Grif trailing lazily behind. Turning the corner into the rec room, he froze as he saw his C.O. and the pink rookie sitting on the floor, surrounded by something... pink. And fuzzy.Rain in the Desert II - RVB in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hearing their footsteps (and lack thereof), Donut glanced up to see the two missing soldiers. "There you are!" he burst out, sounding a little like a scolding mother. "What took you so long, Simmons? And look, Grif is soaked to the bone!" He suddenly burst into a radiant grin. "Want me to warm you up? I've been practicing this great new massage technique--"
"Dear GOD, no," Grif cut in, shuddering. "I don't want to hear any more of that sentence."
Donut pouted. "But it--"
"Will you at least let me--"
"I said no, Donut. That means shut up!"
"Fine," the pink soldier huffed, turning back to Sarge. The red-clad man looked a little glassy-eyed, like he'd sacrificed his last shred of sanity while ke
Rain in the Desert I - RVBIt was summer in Blood Gulch, about 30 minutes till midnight, and a very heavy rain was currently pouring down from the heavens and drenching the dry, baked granite of the canyon. The ground drank in the water greedily, and still it drenched, a cacophony of icy water hitting the ground and making the sort of white noise that the armies at either base had all but forgotten. Most of them sat inside the protection of concrete walls, hearing only the faintly dimmed sounds of nature outside, but there was one -- the only sign of life in the whole gulch -- standing on top of a rock just outside Red Base, face tilted to let the rain stream unforgiving down his cheeks and arms outstretched as if to soak in as much of the miracle as he could before it turned back into the wisps of a dream. His armor lay in a heap behind him where he had thrown it earlier, when the deluge had just started painting specs of dark over everything. His thin cotton boxers and white ribbed undershirt were already soakRain in the Desert I - RVB in Fan Fiction More Like This
PDVR - RvBTitle: Probably, Definitely, Very ReturnedPDVR - RvB in Fan Fiction More Like This
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Rating: PG-13 (there is smut, I swear, it's just poeticized like I tend to do. LOL)
Word Count: 1130
Summary: Grif told Simmons what was bothering him, and Simmons doesn't know what to do with himself after knowing.
Disclaimer: RvB is amazing, and is also not mine. The combination of the words written here is, though. :3
A/N: Sequel to Maybe, Slightly, Only Very Probably In Love, because a few people asked for it and inspiration struck.
Never, even in Simmons' wildest dreams, would he have thought that Grif actually loved him.
Oh sure, he liked to pretend that certain things the other man did were for his benefit, like walking around in only his boxers on Laundry Day, or stretching out across the rec room couch lazily while Simmons vacuumed the floor around him, almost as if he was providing entertainment for the otherw
Return 1 of 9 - RvBTitle: Return 1/?Return 1 of 9 - RvB in Short Stories More Like This
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Pairing: A twist on Grif/Simmons
Rating: PG-13. Still no blatant smut from me
Word Count: 565 (is it bad that I deleted a word just so this could be a nice even number? "OTL)
Summary: He felt like his entire life was leading up to that very moment...
Disclaimer: I don't own, so please don't sue.
A/N: I've been debating on whether or not to write this for a while, but I finally decided what the hell, I'll do it. This story in particular is very important to me, because it's a way of finally putting to rest a tough experience I've gone through in the recent past. I have no idea how long this is going to end up, so bear with me.
Just a short part to get it going. It would have been longer, but it just called to be finished where it is, so I left it where it is.
There might have been a time when Simmons could have been completely honest with himself about anything that
Return 2 of 9 - RvBTitle: Return 2/?Return 2 of 9 - RvB in Short Stories More Like This
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Pairing: A twist on Grif/Simmons
Word Count: 1560
Summary: He felt like his entire life was leading up to that very moment...
Disclaimer: I AM SECRETLY MICHAEL J. BURNS. BOW DOWN TO ME AND MY AWESOME RVB-OWNING SKILLS.
It had been a few days, and Grif was still afraid to be anywhere near Simmons. He was rather proud of his face, and he didn't want to see it smashed in anytime in the near future, so he made sure to keep his distance. He'd never seen him quite that mad about anything, much less have that emotion directed at him. Especially over something so trivial; he couldn't even remember what it was that he'd done.
It was good that he was keeping away. Simmons, hard as he try, couldn't prevent Grif's face, mismatched eyes and tobacco-stained mouth wide in terror, from appearing every time he closed his eyes. If he had to see that face in real life... well,
Return 4 of 9 - RvBTitle: Return 4/?Return 4 of 9 - RvB in Short Stories More Like This
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Pairing: A new twist on Grif/Simmons
Rating: Mild R. Once again for Simmons' dirty mind.
Word Count: 785
Summary: He felt like his entire life was leading up to that very moment...
Disclaimer: I'm pretty sure Rooster Teeth wouldn't be crazy enough to write something like this.
A/N: This one was fun to write. For some reason, irritated-but-still-aroused!Simmons is really adorable to me. :3
Simmons took his time in the shower, trying to call up images of big-breasted women instead of Grif, but the lazy orange man kept prevailing and finally Simmons just gave up and let his body do what it wanted. He was too exhausted to refuse anymore.
Thirty minutes later he stumbled out of the bathroom and toward the kitchen reluctantly, the smells of food wafting from its direction a greater pull than the force repelling him from the room. He pushed the door open wearily, and froze
MSOVPIL - RvBTitle: Maybe, Slightly, Only Very Probably In LoveMSOVPIL - RvB in Fan Fiction More Like This
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Rating: PG. Unless you want to be a bitch about it and say it's PG13 because of two little uses of the f-word. In which case, who cares.
Word Count: 1372
Summary: It wasn't as though Grif wanted to fall in love with Simmons.
Disclaimer: RvB is copyrighted to Rooster Teeth, Budweiser the Turtle is copyrighted to Chopper the Ninja (who I just recently converted to the Grif/Simmons following, heck yes!), and the story is mine. C:
A/N: I sorta just wrote this to help me get out of a writing funk. >>;
It wasn't as though Grif wanted to fall in love with Simmons.
He'd come into the army knowing that he'd hate it, and relishing in the fact that he had the freedom to hate everything there indiscriminatorily; his commanding officers, his fellow soldiers, his orders, the food, the base, the new environment -
Return 5 of 9 - RvBTitle: Return 5/?Return 5 of 9 - RvB in Short Stories More Like This
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Pairing: A new twist on Grif/Simmons
Rating: PG-13 again. Plot time, anyone?
Word Count: 755 (I really have a knack for writing even-numbered stories. Without even trying, either. o_O)
Summary: He felt like his entire life was leading up to that very moment...
Disclaimer: If Red vs Blue were mine, it would be much, much more gay.
A/N: Sorry this is getting so long, guys. I swear I didn't plan it being this ridiculous, but it's kind of turning into an epic. Plotwise, I'm pretty sure this only about the halfway mark, maybe a tiny bit over. So, either brace yourself for much more lame Grif/Simmons from me, or welcome it with open arms. Your pick. ;]
"I always knew you were a good soldier, Simmons," Sarge said approvingly as he watched Simmons scrub the battered sides of the warthog with an equally battered steel sponge. He nodded once sharply as if reaffirming his stat
A West Worth Saving-Ch. 1 Tennessee had his arms hanging through the bars of his fancy jail cell, swinging freely and bored as can be, “Have you ever heard of hospitality, Sheriff?” he called, sticking his nose through the steel bars. The metal was cold against his muzzle.A West Worth Saving-Ch. 1 in Settings More Like This
“Now why would I need to be kind to a crook like you? Eh Cooper?” The Sheriff responded somewhere to Tennessee’s right.
Tennessee laughed and pulled back into his cell, “How’s your wife then, Edmund?”
The Sheriff looked away from his paper and towards Tennessee’s cell, “She’s doin’ fine, Thanks.” No reason they couldn’t have a friendly chat. After all, they’d known each other for years and always had conversation, but usually through walls after a shooting or robbery. Never before had they been able to talk in such close quarters.
“Good to hear, and the kiddies?” Tennessee asked.
A West Worth Saving-Ch. 2 Tennessee leaned on the wall facing the outside of his cell, “Sheriff?” he called. “Sheriff? Come ‘ere, Will you Edmund?” he grinned.A West Worth Saving-Ch. 2 in Settings More Like This
Sheriff Edmund finally stood in front of Tennessee’s little cage, “What is it, Cooper?”
“Why don’t you let the lad out, Sheriff? You and him seem dandy for each other!” an Irish accent poked through a cell across the hall.
“Shut your yap, Paddy,” Sheriff Edmund glanced over his shoulder at the old goat,
“You’ll get a chance.” He turned back to Tennessee, “Now what, Boy? You bored of jail yet?”
Tennessee laughed, “No sir, I’ll leave when I’m finished here,” he examined his sleeve, pulling a fluff off of it and tossing it aside, “Just needed someone to talk at, that’s all,” he told the Sheriff as he watched the fluff float to the floor.
The Sheriff rolled his eyes and
A West Worth Saving Ch. 11 A gray horse was standing tied, waiting for Tennessee and his captor. The bear hoisted Tennessee up on his stomach uncomfortably on the horses rump, “Hope you didn’t plan on riding,” the bear told him, climbing up in the saddle, “I ain’t that stupid either.”A West Worth Saving Ch. 11 in Settings More Like This
Tennessee was perfectly aligned with the brute’s hip, and he watched his own gun lay against the saddle inches away from his muzzle, “I wouldn’t dream of it, my good boy,” he commented, “It seems you are just too crafty for me.”
The bear nodded and spurred his horse on, knowing a walk would’ve been fine-but a trot was much worse for his second passenger.
As Tennessee bumped along, he pulled at each arm, but to no avail did he loosen his ties again. He knew very well that the town was only a few minutes ride from the plantation, so he’d have to act quickly.
~ ~ ~
The sun was just above their heads as Tennessee watch
A West Worth Saving Ch. 10 “Little sticky fingered yellow belly!!” The plantation owner crashed through the open door and caught Tennessee red handed-and for the first time in a long time, the thief was forced to act quickly.A West Worth Saving Ch. 10 in Settings More Like This
Tennessee tossed the statue at the growling bear, distracting him so he could squeeze around and out the room. He leapt the banister and dropped, running as soon as soon as he hit the ground, “What did ma always say?” he scolded himself as he burst through the front doors of the plantation, “Work with the trusted,” he heard a gun click behind him, “But never trust who your workin’ with!”
He dove over the stone fence in front of the walk as a double barrel exploded. Tennessee paused, tossed his hat up and ducked as the finale shot fired before the gun had to be reloaded. Taking the opportunity to run, Tennessee rolled forward, scooped his hat up and bolted for the hill, making it only halfway up before the next two sh
A West Worth Saving Ch. 9 Patricia looked uneasy in the saloon, being the only girl not sitting on some stranger’s lap, “Must we dine here?” she slumped in her creaky chair and pulled her new hat down to cover her bright eyes.A West Worth Saving Ch. 9 in Settings More Like This
Tennessee pushed his plate back, chewing the final bite of his slow cooked meal, “You haven’t touched your food,” he swallowed, “So I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.” He reached into his backpack and pulled out a single piece of silver, “If you want me payin’ for that grub, you best be eatin’ it.”
Patricia groaned and pushed her hat back up, “There ain’t a thing wrong with the platter,” she filled her fork and took a bite, “It’s the harlots around me that keep me distracted.”
Tennessee was glancing in the same way she had been, watching a young mouse fiddle with her corset. “Well hey now, remember what I was sayin’ abo
A West Worth Saving Ch. 6 Paddy groaned, squeezing his eyes tighter shut, “Great, just great. Now what’s to do about him?” Patricia waved toward Paddy.A West Worth Saving Ch. 6 in Settings More Like This
Tennessee flicked his hat brim, “I’d say your debt’s repaid, Miss. You broke the fella out of jail, and saved his sorry tail end,” he told her honestly, “You can either leave him here, or wait ‘till he’s up.”
Patricia scratched the back of her head, “What’s this about silver goods you were speakin’ of?” she asked suddenly.
“Oh no Miss,” Tennessee shook his hands at her, “You’re NOT tagging along.”
“Well,” Patricia countered, “Paddy must’ve heard the same conversation,” she tapped her temple a few times, “I’m sure he can recall once he’s up, We’ll be there quicker than flies on honey.”
Tennessee snorted, “Paddy won’t be up until I
A West Worth Saving Ch. 12 Tennessee bit his lip, holding back a flurry of shocked and confused words, “Look who made it out alive,” Patricia laughed, pulling her chair closer to the Irishman that had just showed affection, “Thought for sure that fellow’d skin ya.”A West Worth Saving Ch. 12 in Settings More Like This
Quickly, Tennessee put it together and showed no signs of ever thinking otherwise, “Glad I could be of service to you two love birds,” he grinned sarcastically, sitting backwards on his chair, “The goods enough for you?”
Paddy laughed, refilling his shot glass, “Would have been better, had we seen your mug behind bars.”
“But a handful of them jewels made us the ones to be around, so I’m happy with it,” Patricia added.
Tennessee pulled his gun out of its holster and rested it on the table, running his finger over its dull shine to clean it, “Clever girl, you are,” he stared at his gun unmoved, “I have to admit you had
A West Worth Saving Ch. 4 Tennessee snuck out into the night easily, leaving out the same way Paddy and the girl had gone and walking right past the sleeping Sheriff. He looked around for his horse, hoping he’d be around still, but since prison, his horse had probably been auctioned off quickly.A West Worth Saving Ch. 4 in Settings More Like This
Walking down the steep road into the thicker part of town, he scouted for a worthy mount to ‘borrow’ until he found a more suitable one. He spotted a few speckled horses and a few solid colors lined up outside the saloon, some standing patiently, some pawing at the ground and grunting.
Tennessee decided a darker, solid colored horse would do better for the job and he walked in front of the horses, touching each one on the nose. Behind him, a drunken man stumbled out of the saloon and fell next to Tennessee’s feet, “Need some help there, Bud?” he offered a hand to the woozy man on his hands and knees.
“Nah,” tipping himself over, the drunk man wa
A West Worth Saving Ch. 8 Patricia twisted in the saddle as gunfire sounded behind them, “Can’t be the sheriff’s posse, can it?”A West Worth Saving Ch. 8 in Settings More Like This
Tennessee twisted with her, “You tell me, do those sound like the law enforcement’s guns?”
Patricia listened for a moment, “…Um….”
“Because to me it sounds like a Winchester rifle, not a 6-shooter,” Tennessee turned back forward and smiled at her, "And the posse uses revolvers and 6-shooters."
“Alright, Mister Cooper,” Patricia listened and agreed with him, though she couldn’t tell the difference, “So who is it then?”
“A hunter, maybe,” Tennessee scratched his chin, “Or a farmer taking care of a pest,” he spat the word ‘pest,’ imagining the poor fellow that made his way onto an angry farmer’s property.
Patricia faced forward again, “So not everyone is as able as the famous ‘T
A West Worth Saving-Prologue Tennessee tried desperately to pull out of his father’s arms, but he was simply too little to fight against the frightened hug he’d been sucked into. His eyes swayed over to the window to see his mother outside, but he couldn’t see her from where he stood. She was on the dock, crouching and swishing her tail in anger last he saw her, “Pa?” Tennessee asked, scared.A West Worth Saving-Prologue in Settings More Like This
Fits’ hand flew to his son’s mouth, “Shh.”
Tennessee yanked his head away from the hand sticking to his muzzle, scowling. Quickly, he ducked under his father’s arms holding him close, and ran to the window. He pulled the curtain aside, and watched his mother swing her dagger at the biggest, most strange bird he ever saw.
He watched, horrified, as the bird swatted his mother off the dock and followed her into the water. Tennessee gasped and fell backwards into his father, who cradled him like a baby. Tennessee whimpered into his fathe
MockingjayMarvelous isn't she? This beautiful birdMockingjay in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On everyone's mind for the course of the books
Clinging to reality by a thread after horror
Katniss Everdeen, at your service
Inspiring hope and fury at the Capitol
Never realizing that she brought it on herself
Giving everything for Gale, her mother, Prim, Peeta...
Jarring memories repeated of her father's death
A young girl with the world on her shoulders
You're over your head now, Catnip
CrushStrange but present nonethelessCrush in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If mutual, this interest,
Will the two be allowed to stay
Together for another day?
She quietly admires him
This girl who is, to me, like kin
But what does he observe in her?
And does he like what he sees there?
Maybe he does, but maybe not
I do not know, for all I've sought
He hates everyone it is true
Library people-prefered though
I wish that I could make him see
The way her eyes light up when she
Talks of him and the way he is
With admiration, hidden bliss
I wish her parents would let go
Let her see for herself and know
What to do and what not to do
She's independent of those two
With all the complications here
You'd think hope was replaced by fear
But not for her-she keeps insight
I envy her unfailing light
Her sparkling light, his brooding darkness
In this case opposites attract like this
At least in her case, feeling done
Maybe he will in the long run
.Untitled.You saw me then..Untitled. in Emotional More Like This
I was happy.
We were friends, nothing more nothing less.
I saw you for what you were
or what you let me see of you
You knew me, I knew you
Only through the library.
We were opposite
I rarely talked to you
You rarely spoke to me
When we did talk it was tense and awkward
Nothing gained or lost
Just jokes and fun
Occasional glances from across the program room
Your damned guitar
You and him both antagonizing Amanda
Always the laughing seniors
Your sister fades into the background
She texted all through what few programs she attended
Always with friends
Never alone together
Until that tuesday
You had told me what you supposedly felt
I believed you
We started being alone together a lot more often
It was nice
I was happy and so were you
You were changing me for the worse
I didn't notice
You let your parents decide for you
Let them control your life
I haven't seen you since
Study HallStudents all around me, silent as it wereStudy Hall in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Typing at computers and writing down notes
Underneath the silence, we're all waiting
Day by day we come to this period of reflection
Yours and mine, theirs
He walks past-Brandon. I just met him...I wonder if he saw me
Anyone can join, all you need to do is drop a class
Letting everything come together in this period of down time
Lined and every day we let it pass, this period of silence.
Day 29-LabyrinthLooming in the distance, the castle is the goalDay 29-Labyrinth in Fan Fiction More Like This
Always so unfair, the labyrinth persists
Becoming who you need to be to solve your biggest problems
Young and foolish, a girl makes a wish
Running against the clock
Ingenious Goblin King sending traps and obstacles
No one more powerful or familiar with the labyrinth than he
The crystals are and tell all
He waits with the baby, will she make it?
Hide AwayHiding away, losing the day...as if it doesn't really matterHide Away in Short Stories More Like This
Saying goodbye, scared to say why...afraid it will shatter our world
Show me some faith now...trust me somehow...
Drae was thinking of him again. She didn't know why she bothered to waste her time remembering how it was back then-it was over and she knew it. She'd accepted that and gotten over it months before but his stupid laugh kept finding a way into her head. She felt ridiculous and irritated with herself for going back to those weeks again.
...Why are we keeping our secret
Why are we hiding ourselves away?
Anyway we can hide away
I don't wanna fake it
I wanna make you believe what I say
I won't let you...hide away...
Drae never told anyone that she still thought of him. He'd broken her heart and her friends all hated him for it but she couldn't help but remember what it was like before then. When he had loved her, and treated her like she was a princess, the most precious thing in the world. Drae had been
Losing My MindLiving without the guarantee of sanityLosing My Mind in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On the verge of killing someone
Into the abyss
Needling the mind
Giving way to the voices
Minding to the loss
Your view of me is skewed
Moving into the darkness, willingly falling into the trenches
Inside is raging chaos
Never being able to resist
Dividing everything in my head-splitting in half
From Now OnThe other day I thought that IFrom Now On in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Would start again, start living life
I hold true to my word
I don't have time for "bored"
Life is hectic, that's a given
Question is, have you forgiven?
So have you been living more today,
Taking risks you wouldn't yesterday?
And are you puting all your soul
Into relationships and goals?
Because maybe it's time that you should start
Putting-into everything-your whole heart
Shadowed LoveSlowly consuming everythingShadowed Love in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hollow and fuzzy
Alone and frightened, not knowing why
Darkness and ignorance producing fear
Only your nightmares to keep you company
Will of the victim lost
Everlasting loss-the truth hidden forever
Devestation with no release
Love and hate, pain and promise
Owning your soul, losing your heart
Veering from the path
Ever and after, this is the end of faith
You Don't Know MeHow dare you even tryYou Don't Know Me in Free Verse More Like This
to convince me
that you care
you're never going to love me
I hate you
Your life means nothing
you make me hate myself
you make me cry
I used to love you
I tried to make you see
you only ever hurt me
My poetry of pain and hate
aimed at you
that you can't see
that I hate you
You hurt me
you kill me
you butchered me
you left me
you didn't care
I can't accept
the terror and pain
you wreaked inside
I'm all alone now
you're having fun
I'm going insane
you're loving life
I lost my life
I lost my mind
you lost a little time
you broke my heart
you killed me
Did you ever care?
did you ever know
how much you meant
I needed you?
Leave me alone
let me die
let me bleed
let me lose my emotion
You aren't wanted anymore
you need to go
I don't want you
I'll always love you
but I hate you
I'll never forgive you
or forget you
I'll never regret
but you don't belong here
you need to go
dreamers never dieWere sitting under black-lace clouds and kerosene-stars when you first say you love me.dreamers never die in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I grab your hand, I press two lies against the palm, I touch your cheek, I say youre the most beautiful thing Ive ever seen. Except grass growing under my fingers. I say thats more beautiful than you.
Your eyes warm, you wrap an arm around my waist, you tell me I am oxygen bouncing against your lung-walls, sunshine pooling in your smile.
I dont have the heart to tell you I am black-infested-smokers-lungs.
I dont have the heart to tell you I am smiling without teeth.
I dont have the heart, I dont have the heart.
You write me letters on the back of my hand, you whisper me sonnets when were driving too fast.
You tell me that I am a bird, I call you a carcrash. You roll down the windows, you stick your fingers in the wind and smile.
You swear you can close your eyes and feel the people in front of us with your fingertips. Theyre laughin
trick candle emotions_cthere are faces that don't existtrick candle emotions_c in Free Verse More Like This
and love letters never written
down and we will shout until
tree tops crumble and branches
sway, until spines snap and
there are hearts dissolving
in the atmosphere, and ribcages
rusting down on main street,
and hearts were never meant
to breathe on their own, but
we never did learn how to love.
we are people in two separate
worlds with two different
definitions of the same words
and screaming is like killing
to me and laughing is like
drowning to you and we compute
on a daily occasion, through
error messages at least.
we're breaking the world between
our palms to watch the life spill
out of the fault lines and if we don't
know what we're doing, then neither do you.
we're just haphazard at best,
mechanical emotions crossing wires
and calling the misfires beautiful.
make me laugh until my lungs burst,
bleeding four leaf clovers spilling
out through my nostrils and tear ducts,
i'm smoking trick candles at our properly
lend me your heart.turn off the lights in your silver-threaded heart and open your eyes. feel your way through the darkness and ease around the sharp corners of my insecurity. be careful, step lightly, don't bruise yourself on my doubts. if you fall to your knees, just keep crawling forward. don't stop, be brave, i need you close enough to hear my whisper.lend me your heart. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i need another soul in the dark to hear these confessions.
i'm sitting in the middle of the ocean, choking on the reflection of the stars, but i think i'm starting to hear the echo of your pulse. i think i can hear the shallow crashing of your breath on the edge of your lips. so, shh, don't interrupt, because i'm starting now. don't shy from this tsunami of emotion or the callous edge of my well-used, wrung-dry heart. i promise, this won't take long.
i just need someone to hear the fears sending shockwaves down my vertebrae, the lonely terror throbbing in my palms every time they kiss in prayer. i need someone to know that i'm floating in flames, crash
these words.take a look: these words are beatbeatbeating just below the surface.these words. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
these words are living things with hungry mouths, souls with voices loud enough to echo against the canyon walls of heaven. they are splintering my bones and demanding more breathing room, filtering through my pores and piling at the soles of my feet. they are reckless and impatient, knocking against my conscience and demanding i set them free. they are flocks of birds and herds of mustangs, loose cannons without an idea of where they'll land but shooting forward regardless.
these words are pulsing with the life i've been feeding them, stealing my sleep and gnawing on the edges of my sanity. they are charging my veins and overriding my nervous system, throwing rebel cries against the back of my tongue and bleeding through the pages until i bend to their demands. they are salty with tears and sweet with ambition. they want nothing less than the entire spectrum of emotion and are draining me dry until they e
saving hope.tangled within heaven's gilded lies,saving hope. in Free Verse More Like This
you sleep choking on the decay of
a thousand perfumed promises
you are a wildfire: something crazed,
something feral, something dying
slowly with every poisoned breath
you are dissolving as fast as you're
forming, leaving silt and cells strewn
haphazardly in your saltwater wake
you are a supernova: igniting the skies,
setting the constellations aflame with
the final beat of your unruly heart
oh, and i am nothing more than a
simple maiden wading into the
murky waters of your destruction
i am nothing more than a foolish
girl attempting to sing hymns that
will lull your demons to sleep
you see, i am trusting i have the
strength to hold your continents
together when i am falling apart
i am hoping i have the faith
to keep your soul from eroding
when i am frayed and fading
i am closing my eyes, opening my heart and
i am praying i can save you from yourself
i am praying i can save you
i am praying
i am praying
the beautiful edge of ugly_c"you know, we are made of ugly things."the beautiful edge of ugly_c in Free Verse More Like This
"yes, but have you not heard? ugly is the new beautiful. like the way you always seem to pry at my thoughts and know what i'm thinking; the way you make me talk when i really don't feel like parting my lips and lying to you. it's just like the cyanide and razor blades i keep in my medicine cabinet, waiting for the day when i master the definition of defeat."
"then we are the most beautiful thing in the world, because we are spending our days chewing on gunpowder and wilted roses. i spent ten minutes this morning carving your name on the inside of my thigh; somehow, replicating that pain makes me think of you. makes me think of the day when you broke my skin and told me you liked me better when i was coming apart at the seams. i never did tell you, but i've been falling apart ever since."
"i know you've been falling apart, because i've been picking up the pieces i find scattered around. it hurts me more than you would think, but i am
consider yourself warned.this is the time where it'd be appropriate to issue you a warning.consider yourself warned. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
where it'd be wise to tell you about the dangerous curves ahead, slippery with ice and sweat, slick with catastrophe just waiting to happen. you see, i am no genteel lover. i do not usher in honeyed words and press lily-lips against the tender slope of your neck. i do not hold your hand and lead you through rose gardens, whisper poetry in murmured tones. i simply cannot be slow and timid, doe-eyes and flushed cheeks, fluttering bird-hands floating through the fog-atmosphere until we hit the bed of satin and lace.
don't expect it of me.
instead, wait for racers to start their engines. wait to hear the engines growl and spitting under the hood, teeth sinking into your bottom lip, nails biting sharply into your shoulder-blades as tires peel out. expect for the ground to drop from underneath you and cotton to be ripped in two, poetry being hissed between swollen mouths. expect for it to be saltwater-promises against open wo
delilah whispers secrets.delilah doesn't believe in emergencies, only in miracles.delilah whispers secrets. in General Fiction More Like This
she spends twelve hours out of every twenty four practicing the perfect inhale but hasn't quite mastered the exhale, so she'll often spend her days walking around with all of her gold-dust wishes still trapped in her lungs. if you ask she'll just smile, tell you they're immature anyway and if she doesn't mind their company why would she mind them still living at home? she's convinced they'll move out when they're ready to face the world.
delilah thinks cloud watching is exactly how it sounds.
she'd rather be chasing them over the horizon and stuffing them in her pockets, because what's the point in admiring if you're just going to wave goodbye every time? she once tried the same theory with puppies when she was ten and returned the yapping lab with rosy cheeks and every intention to try again. you'll sometimes see her scratching bonnie behind the ears with secrets in her eyes, holding a finger to her mouth if she catches you l
show me the inglorious truth.With the beginning tied to the end, I finally understand: there is nothing easy about this.show me the inglorious truth. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So many rest on their laurels of Love and proclaim it to be a fall, a drift, autumn-leaf-hearts simply riding the breeze until they kiss the ground and kneel before the oak of emotion. They describe it as an arrow of happiness, simply securing one's self to the golden bullet before being launched from point A to point B. There are no detours, no dead ends, there simply is the arrival and nothing more.
One moment one is standing on the brink of un-Love and the next second, their foot slips and they arrive at the next state of their being. There is no in-between, no middle ground. They breathe deep the change and shed their skin, embrace their new life and go forth.
Oh, but I now know different! I know Love not as a fall, or a trip, or a tumble, but rather as a beast. A savage creature with tooth and claw and hoof. An ever-changing animal to grapple with, one that stalks before it pounces, one tha
if i had the words.you should know, i've never struggled for words before.if i had the words. in General Non-Fiction More Like This
i've spent my life welding and mixing them, chopping the corners up to make them be whatever i wanted them to be. but when it comes to you, i always manage to fall short, reduced to hallmark cards and hollow sayings that are trying to be something they will never be. cheap words puffing up their chests and trying to be something grand and sublime. attempting to wear a plastic crown and order the ocean into submission.
so this isn't easy, i'm not weaving words out of thin air.
instead, i'm wrenching them from between my teeth and exposing them to their inaugural sunlight. i'm cracking open my heart and spilling it out, rearranging it into something coherent so that you might understand. so bear with me.
bear with me when i say that my heart is whole today because you have always been patient enough for midnight surgeries. my spine is straight because you were always there for me to lean on. my pride is unwounded because you were ne
Tired of Being SorryHe was late, and he knew it. Laurence always seemed to be late recently. Whether it was because a meeting with clients went late, or because a problem arose that caused delay, Laurence would come home to find Cecile already in bed and refusing to talk to him. He promised that tonight would be different. She had planned to make a huge Thanksgiving feast for their guests and themselves. He invited Duncan and Logan to bring their wives and children to his house to enjoy the holiday, and had let them go home early so they could make it on time. Cecile's eagerness made Laurence just as thrilled for the Thanksgiving holiday.Tired of Being Sorry in General Fiction More Like This
What Laurence didn't account for was paperwork miles high that he needed finished for an important business partner. He also didn't expect those files to force him to work for hours to make sure he knew exactly what he was going to get himself into.
Laurence drove home as quickly as he could without bringing attention to himself. The last thing that he needed, especially
Under My Umbrella"Just get under the umbrella idiot," Isabelle scoffed at her friend. "Please Damien? It's better than getting hypothermia and dying."Under My Umbrella in Short Stories More Like This
"I'd r-rather chance it with the hypoth-thermia than g-g-get under that thing!" Damien stuttered through chattering teeth.
The freezing rain poured down, pinpricking his skin with little droplets as cold as ice. The rain had soaked Damien's clothes within seconds of him being exposed. Now, the weather was working its way to the core of his bones. Isabelle worried that she would soon see her friend's lips start to turn blue-if they weren't already of course.
"It's a stupid umbrella!" Isabelle yelled in frustration. She glanced up at the umbrella protecting her from the rain. She wrinkled her nose at what she grabbed in haste of leaving, wishing that her little sister wasn't such a girly-girl. "So what if it's got something you don't like on it?"
Damien looked at his friend like she had just asked him to jump off a cliff. He clenched his teeth befor
Paint The WorldA blob of green paint met with the tip of my head, swirling within the roughened bristles of my brush, and overwhelmed my senses with the pungent smell. I was pulled away from the wooden painting palette before being pushed against the canvas before me. My stained-green strands brushed lightly against the canvas, dragging and dotting to add in more color to the scene. I brought emerald trees to life in the mystifying forest that my master had created. The paint smeared just as my master dictated, creating another world with my added help. My master's skilled hands guided me across the canvas, creating hundreds of leaves within thick bushels of trees. To think that just hours before the canvas was blank with no life was laughable, though true.Paint The World in Short Stories More Like This
I was pulled away from the canvas after some time of being used for the bountiful amount of plants. I was sure that my work was finally done after hours of work, for nothing else need be added. One could imagine my surprise when my head was massag
Show-and-TellAll the other kids had cute little puppies as pets. Some little girls had fuzzy kittens squirming in their arms. Others held goldfish bowls in their careful hands, making sure that the fish inside was going to stay inside the water. Birds squawked from their perch on the owners shoulder or arm. Hamsters, mice, or other rodents were squeaking in their cages. Today was a special day in the kindergarten room of Ms. Jones. She allowed all of her students with pets to bring them to school to show them off to the rest of the class. Those who didnt have pets were allowed to bring anything else that they wanted to. No one felt left out today, and she was glad to see the small children giddy with excitement of all the animals in the class.Show-and-Tell in Horror More Like This
Well, all except one little girl. The girls name was Annie. Normally one would think that a little girl with such a sweet name would be the most lovable, kindest, most perfect little angel that you could ever meet, right? Well, that wasn
Paper FlowersThe blank canvasthe wall of the young womans roomwas in front of Stacey, waiting to be filled with colors upon colors with her paintbrush. Her goal was to fill the blankness with her world. No, that didnt mean a yellow sun and a blue sky. It meant what it sounded like. It was her world, not everyone elses.Paper Flowers in Fantasy More Like This
The girl dipped her paintbrush into the red paint. My world starts with a red sun that shines all over the world from morning to night. You can look at it without going blind, and you can see its beauty without the constant worry of losing your sight.
Stacey cleaned off the red paint on her brush and flicked it against the sky blue color. The sky isnt whats blue. Oh no. Thats the grass. Every time you walk on it, its soft. It feels like your walking on an animals supple fur. In my world, I never want to wear shoes because of the grass. Its everywhere. Theres no such thing as the cold, har
Dear VeronicaDear Veronica,Dear Veronica in Short Stories More Like This
You probably won't end up reading this, but I'm going to try anyway. Hopefully my conscience will be happy with the effort.
First of all, I have to admit that you were right. About everything. Remember those few years ago in high school (it seems like that was forever ago, hasn't it? Or is that just me?) when you told me that the path I was heading towards was going to do nothing but bite me in the ass in the long run? I give you full permission to say "I told you so" as many times as you want. You were right. I'm kicking myself right now for not listening to you. Karma sure is a damned bitch.
Like you already knew those couple of years ago, I was drug dealing and making loads of cash. At the time, that was great. I had a nice car, a nice place to crash, and life felt like one big party. Then I actually started trying some of the stuff I was selling, and damn was that a good time. Looking back, I feel like an idiot. But at the time, I felt like I was on top of the world.
HangmanHangman in Short Stories More Like This
Alexa tore out a sheet of notebook paper and scribbled down a quite note to her best friend. She folded the paper neatly, then discreetly handed the paper towards the desk next to her and held out her note for the person to take. She felt the hand of her best friend take it and quickly pulled her arm back to her body so the teacher wouldn't notice her acts. Alexa glanced towards Joey out of the corner of her eye to see him smile and write something under her quick note of, "I'm so bored! Wanna play hangman?"
Joey handed the folded paper back to his friend with his added input reading, "Ya, sure." Anything would have been better than listening to the nasal sound of the lecturing teacher, in both Alexa and Joey's opinions.
Alexa silently giggled and wrote down, "I'll go first! " before drawing out the simply and typical setup of the game hangman. Alexa didn't need any time to figure out a word that she wanted to use. She had been thinking about playing this game wi
Zoom Into MeIs there anybody out there walking alone?Zoom Into Me in Short Stories More Like This
Is there anybody out there out in the cold?
There she was, just like every other day-walking ahead and escaping my reach. It was freezing cold outside, and she'd walk around with just a thin sweater on her delicate-looking frame. The harsh winds would blow her hair all around her face, whipping it against her flushed cheeks. I wanted to know what she could possibly be thinking to make her not notice the cold winds sending pinpricks against her bare skin. What could possibly be going through her head to cause her to stare at the cold cement and not dare to look up at the world around her? What did she interpret so horrible to make her cry whenever she was alone?
Lost in the crowd.
Who was I compared to the other people around me? Nothing, that's what. They've all got something better to offer to this world than I do. I'm just another soul, unwanted to the world and everything in it, taking up space for someone that should be in my
A Walk Through DreamlandI was falling asleep completely against my will. It was the middle of the day, and the sun was shining harshly into my face. Normally, I wouldn't even be able to think of the word sleep with such bright light beating against my eyelids. Of course, being kidnapped isn't exactly normal terms. The terms became even more bizarre when I had this freaky feeling that the person who kidnapped me--whom I had yet to even catch a glimpse of--wasn't your average criminal. I didn't think that he was even entirely human. That was probably the biggest reason adding to my worry when I felt my chin stab my chest and felt my eyelids slowly droop as if they were gaining the same amount of weight as an anvil.A Walk Through Dreamland in Horror More Like This
When I opened my eyes, I had no doubt in my mind that said I wasn't dreaming. I wasn't in the damp basement like I was before I fell unconscious. Instead I was looking at tall-grassy land that stretched for miles and miles no matter which direction I looked towards. It wasn't that bright green, like
If You Had a Sex Life: SterekStiles Stilinski was sitting in his best friend Scott's room, desperately trying to concentrate on the science homework in front of him. This was really quite normal for Stiles, not being able to concentrate, since he had ADHD, but he would swear that that day was even worse. Of course, this time he wouldn't blame his ADHD; his blame would go straight to his boyfriend Derek Hale. See the two had been dating for a while, but hadn't done anything sexual. Some might say that they really didn't have the time at the moment between Stiles still being in school and both of them having to deal with crazy supernatural creatures, but both would say it was really because they didn't want to rush; Derek feeling Stiles was maybe too young, and Stiles wanting to find a way to make their first time together special. But today Stiles had found out Derek thought that maybe they were ready.If You Had a Sex Life: Sterek in General Fiction More Like This
Earlier that morning, Stiles had woken up to his alarm clock blaring, telling him he had to get ready for school.
A Change In Feelings? 3: Sterek“Wait, wait, wait, you want to tell your dad first?” Derek said, slight terror entering his voice as he watched Stiles pace back in forth in front of his bed where the werewolf was sitting.A Change In Feelings? 3: Sterek in General Fiction More Like This
Stiles looked over at Derek with an expression that clearly thought something in the older male’s head had disconnected. “Well yeah, he’s my dad. I think he probably deserves to know that I’m dating you first.”
“Does he even know that you like guys?”
“Well yeah,” the teen said, rolling his eyes, “We had that little conversation a while ago.”
“Okay, so we tell my dad first, preferably when he gets off his shift tonight since I don’t know when the next time he will have a night at home will be, and then you can call a pack meeting thingy and we can tell the pack.”
Derek’s face went to his default expression, the scowl, and Stiles just smirked. He probably would tell Stiles this eve
Are You Gonna Kiss Me: SterekEvery year brought the gathering at the Stilinski house for the new year. The whole pack, both Stilinski's, and Mrs. McCall all got together to celebrate the new year.Are You Gonna Kiss Me: Sterek in General Fiction More Like This
They spent from noon to whatever time the next day at the house doing anything from eating to playing games on the different game systems that were available when everyone was brought together. Really, if you analyzed the gather farther than the people getting to celebrate with the people they loved, you realized that the whole group was in couples. There were Sheriff Stilinski and Mrs. McCall who had finally admitted to dating, Erica and Isaac, Allison and Scott, Lydia and Jackson, Boyd and a girl who he had somehow met and figured out was a werewolf, and Derek and Stiles. The only thing was, Derek and Stiles weren't in the kind of relationship the other couples were in. They might have liked each other in the same way, but had never said anything, had never made a move to get to the same spot the others were at. The ot
Not the Shop I Want: Sterek"Derek! Derek! Derek!" Stiles yelled, jumping on the still sleeping alpha.Not the Shop I Want: Sterek in General Fiction More Like This
Derek groaned. "Stiles, what do you want?"
"We're going shopping!"
Once again, a groan escaped the alpha's lips. He really did not want to do this. Usually, he could get Allison and Lydia to take Stiles shopping, or he could push Stiles on the girls and he would pretty much just carry their bags, but Derek couldn't get out of it this time This time Derek had made a promise to Stiles that he would be the one to take his hyperactive boyfriend shopping, even though the little weasel had made Derek promise right in the middle of having sex.
Derek pulled his pillow over his head. "Stiles, please let me sleep."
"Nope." Stiles straddled Derek and started tickling him. "You promised."
"You asked during sex, it wasn't like I was going to say no at that point."
Stiles leaned down to Derek's ear. "If you get up we can do it in the shower," he whispered huskily.
When Derek shot up, practically slinging Stiles off of him, he
A Change of Feelings? 2: SterekThe two may have made out a little in front of Stiles’ house before going inside. It wasn’t like they wanted everyone in the neighborhood to know that they were together, especially since it would probably get back to the Sheriff before Stiles’ was able to tell his father. Derek knew that he definitely did not want the Sheriff to find out about him being with Stiles by it getting talked about throughout the town. It would be bad enough when Stiles and Derek told him, gossip would not help.A Change of Feelings? 2: Sterek in General Fiction More Like This
“So,” Stiles said to Derek, ushering him inside after noticing one of his older neighbors staring at them intently, “You want to reiterate what you told me out there? I was so flabbergasted that you were here on your own accord and that you didn’t come through my window that I only really caught the end.”
Before Derek could say anything, there was a knock at the door. Stiles looked at Derek first, before going to open the door they had just come through
A Change In Feelings?: SterekOne of the first things that Derek noticed about Stiles was that the younger male was really interested in babies and little kids. The first few times Stiles hung around Derek, there was always someone around them so there really wasn't any getting to know the teenager, but the first time that Scott ditched Stiles for Allison and him and Stiles were supposed to go to Derek's, Stiles began to talk a lot. First there was the nervous chatter that Derek quickly picked up on. Stiles talked about mundane things like the weather and politics and then went to homework and how much he hated Scott. Derek had tried not to feel bad because by Stiles repeating things along the lines of "Why would Scott ditch me for Allison?" or "I hate Scott so much for thinking about his dick before me", Derek kind of picked up on the fact that Stiles didn't like him all that much. It might have been too drastic of an assumption since Stiles didn't come out and say that Derek made him uncomfortable, but it was sorA Change In Feelings?: Sterek in General Fiction More Like This
Your Footsteps Are Bigger Than Mine: SterekThirteen year old Derek Hale didn’t understand why he had to be at the park. He understood that his younger siblings had to be watched, but wasn’t that why Laura brought them? As long as Laura was with the little ones, they would be safe. Derek got the feeling that his parents hadn’t needed him to go to protect his younger siblings; they probably just wanted him to get out of the house. He didn’t leave home very often.Your Footsteps Are Bigger Than Mine: Sterek in General Fiction More Like This
“Derek, why don’t you go swing? See if you can meet someone,” Laura told Derek as she took the twins’ little hands in her own and led them over to a sandbox.
Derek sighed, knowing he was going to have to do something. He would have rather played with the twins like Laura was if he had to be here. He liked playing with the twins, he didn’t like swinging alone and looking like a loser. He wished his mom would have at least let him bring a book, if he had had one he would have been happy to sit on the swings alone. At le
I Dare You To Love Me Chapter2Chapter 2.I Dare You To Love Me Chapter2 in Fan Fiction More Like This
I played with my spoon and chewed on my lip. I still had no idea how I was going to tell Ino how i felt. I swirled my spoon around in the icecream. Ino and Hinata sat across from me. They were as close as can be. " Sakura , are you okay?" Ino asked with a hint of worry in her voice. " Huh... Oh yeah im fine." Hinata put down her spoon and looked at Ino. " Ino!" she mumbled sternly. Ino looked at her and smiled. " Yes?" Hinata leaned in and whispered in her ear. Inos smile faded and she stood up , Hinata stood also. " Well be right back." Ino said in almost a whisper. " Okay , Take your time." I answered and went back to playing with my icecream. They walked into the bathroom.
It seemed like ages before they finnally came back out. Hinata looked worried. Ino had her shoulders slumped and her hair covered her eyes. Ino sat roughly back in her chair and put her head into her hands. Hinata looked at me then walked over to her. " Im sorry." she muttered and touched her shoulder.
I Dare You To Love Me chpt 4Chapter 4I Dare You To Love Me chpt 4 in Fan Fiction More Like This
I ran as fast as i could and i didnt slow down or stop till i got to the gate. I slowed and looked around. No Ino. I walked threw the gate and found No Ino still. I sighed and sat down pressing my back against a tree trunk. " Maybe she decided not to come..." I muttered sadly fighting back tears. Just then I aw Hinata walk by with Anko , they where arm in arm and giggling. I could feel my anger rise. I thought bitter thoughts to myself as I watched them playfully nudge each other. So She Still likes Naruto huh... well seems shes awfully uddy buddy with Anko. I swear if that little- My thoughts where cut short as Hinata and Anko embraced in a kiss.
My anger went boiling over and I stomped over to them. Hinata let out a giggle as she pulled away from Anko and turned only to come face to face with me. " hehe- oh , HIYA Sakura Whats-" Her sentance was cut off by a loud slap. I had smacked her with all my might." HOW THE HELL DARE YOU!!" I screamed as Hinata stared wide
I Dare You To Love MeChapter 1.I Dare You To Love Me in Fan Fiction More Like This
I knew the first time that she was nice to me that wed be best friends. She was brave and pritty and smart and spunky. I was well , lets just say the " Weed " among the flowers. She stood up for me when i was made fun of. I knew that i was slowly falling in love.
She had already announced her sexuality by the time she was 14 going on 15.Now we were both 20 and I , well I was still unsure. We had reunited when sasuke left. Naruto was leaveing today also , just to train. But I knew hed be back , He promised. Ino had announced that she was a lesbian and then later started dateing Hinata. They where on and off mostly because Ino was Outgoing and wnated to do all sorts of things ,While Hinata was shy and usually kept a low profile. Hinata was Bi or something , Im just guessing she still pains for Naruto. When there together , Ino and hinata I mean , They just seem so happy. Happiness that i want but cant have.
Ino... Ino.... I wanted her , I spit venom and vile jealousy everytime