Welcome to WonderlandFalling down, down, down
Spinning 'round and 'round
All around, the ticking of clocks
Such a discordant sound
Right is left and left is right
Night is day and day is night
Up is down and down is up
Life is death and death is life
Voices whisper from every niche
Screams echo and cause a twitch
Claws and teeth threaten to kill
Eyes wild with bliss of such a thrill
Run, hide, fight, or plead
Nothing shall work, nothing you need
The sun and moon will laugh as you cry
As the Queen shrieks her commands to the sky
Blood forms penumbras as heads roll
A cry of defiance with each bell toll
The jury turns in accord, madness shining bright
Their question full of words to make your skin crawl with fright
"ArE yOu AlIcE?"
T i c k
T o c k
T i c k
T o c k
"OfF wItH hEr HeAd!"
~Welcome to Wonderland, Alice~
Netherlands x Reader ~Wayward~~Wayward~Netherlands x Reader ~Wayward~ in General Fiction More Like This
A tower of signs and boards stuck on several different directions on a single post. Some were tacked on with sharp, straight nails hammered in with precision and care while others had been dismissively stapled on like cheap advertising that would rust away in the rain. Even before coming to a halt in front of the towering post, a traveller would wonder why there were so many signs with different directions leading to infinitely many paths. By some act of a joke, there were signs that even pointed to the sky. Some pointed to the ground. A few stringent posters nailed signs that pointed to the roads, but from such a long time ago that the words were unreadable. It was all very curious. Yes. "Curious" was an appropriate word for such a sight.
It was a crossroad, a gathering of paths. Which to choose? You, as a common traveller, weren't looking for any destination in particular, just a path to follow. Now, standing in front of the post riddled with words, pictures, and wood of al
Time and Time Again~Time and Time Again~Time and Time Again in General Fiction More Like This
As always, Gilbert’s closet was spick and span unlike a certain sloppy Austrian’s. Each suit was paired with its matching pants and complimentary shoes. Socks lay organized and tucked neatly away in a separate drawer, not a single pair unsorted.
Things haven’t changed, Gilbert thought. He knew that in the other room, his brother was probably getting ready for the meeting, too. Everyone he remembered would be there: Elizabeta, Roderich, Ivan, Feliks, Toris, Raivis, Francis, Antonio, Arthur, Alfred…
“Me,” he mouthed in a barely audible whisper.
Like an ancient reflex, Gilbert’s hand went to his chest. Beneath his light cotton dress shirt was an iron cross, a lasting reminder of what he had gone through in his distant past: unity, loyalty, and bravery.
Everyone had to start somewhere. Gilbert couldn’t quite remember when he came into existence, but he remembered that from birth, he had to fight to survive. The S
Thailand x Reader ~The Simple Things~~The Simple Things~Thailand x Reader ~The Simple Things~ in Romance More Like This
It was the simple things in life that kept your relationship together, not the gifts or the flowers or the promises of lavish gifts and treating one another out. There was nothing that needed to be touched on. Interestingly enough, knowing that someone would present you a gift made you feel bashful, embarrassed, like you had to owe that person another time and make your gift five times better. Such things troubled you.
It was the little things in your relationship that kept the conversations going: talking about the weather or that interesting tidbit you picked up somewhere along the course of your day. A smile exchanged, a kiss given and received, a short yet memorable embrace that told the two of you that you would eventually see each other again; whether it was in a few hours, the next day, or even a week after getting sick, knowing that there was always the word, “eventually,” got your spirits up.
It was the subtle things like his golden eyes, the wa
Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ 2Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ 2 in General Fiction More Like This
When you woke up that morning, you noticed the castle noises below you were significantly livelier. Maids were scampering to keep the roof clean of as much snow as possible, and the numbers of soldiers increased for the case of an emergency. As you remembered from the night before, a handful of nobles from the neighboring castles had taken a quick voyage to witness the magnificent sight: a dragon being sacrificed.
The three days was up, and in that time, the winter only grew worse. A blizzard was now considered part of a normal day. Only the hardiest of animals could survive in such a brittle environment.
What disturbed you most of all wasn't knowing whether or not the sacrifice would actually work or not; it was whether or not you would have a job after all of this. Surely with there being only one dragon left in the world, it would have died of loneliness, and if there were no dragons, there wouldn't be a need for a dragonkeeper. Still, there was little you could do to pr
Estonia x Reader ~Catch~ PreviewEduard shot up from his bed in a sudden jolt. He found it difficult to breathe. His heart was pounding. His forehead was breaking out in a cold sweat. It didn’t take long for him to come to the realization that what he had experienced had been more than a dream—it had been a nightmare.Estonia x Reader ~Catch~ Preview in Sci-Fi More Like This
It was in these sorts of times that Eduard was grateful for the world of the waking. In contrast to The Sea, reality could prove to be a contrastingly boring yet life-enriching dimension. During the time this thought processed through his brain, he had already gotten out of bed, and the A.I. had tucked each edge of the comforter under the mattress. He would have to go through the trouble of pulling the teal-colored comforter out of his mattress in order to slip underneath when he would sleep. However, with the way things were going, he couldn’t be too sure when he would have a chance to sleep in his own bed again.
By the time Eduard arrived at the other end of his one-roomed apartment,
America x Reader ~Seafood Diet~~"Seafood" Diet~America x Reader ~Seafood Diet~ in Humor More Like This
"Alfred…Alfred, goddammit! Didn't I tell you to watch your weight?"
"Mmrph?" Your boyfriend made a loud slurping noise as he wolfed down his banana cream pie that had melted into a hot bowl of whipped cream slurry and vanilla pudding. Why did the buffets always have to have hot plates even at the dessert stands?
You sighed. "Alfred, I thought your doctor said your calorie counts have been flying off the charts. Keep this up and you'll die of a heart attack."
"It's okay, __________," Alfred dismissively replied and grabbed another bite of steak. You grimaced. Did beef even go well with bananas and pudding? Apparently it did for your boyfriend.
"Seriously, Alfred, I know you do a lot of sports, but do you think it would kill you to turn down the eating just a notch? You know, to ease up on the sugars and fats. At least do it for me."
"You mean like a diet?"
You nodded. "That's what I was getting at, yeah."
Alfred swallowed his food without chewing enough times for his st
Why I Don't Write PoetryYou would be amazedWhy I Don't Write Poetry in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
at how hard it is for me
to find the right words.
England x Reader ~Minimalism at its Best~~Minimalism at its Best~England x Reader ~Minimalism at its Best~ in Romance More Like This
Two black circles on a white canvas. That's all they were, and that's all they were meant to be. Nothing more, nothing less.
"Well?" you said standing up and marveling at the avant garde abstract masterpiece that was yours. "What do you think?"
Your boyfriend, Arthur, snaked his hands around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder.
"I think it looks lovely, ____________," he said with a soft smile.
Unconvinced, you rolled your eyes. "Arthur, please, your judgement on art is as bad as your inability to tell the difference between your petrified couch stuffing of a scone to Francis' exquisite banana passionfruit soufflé."
"But I'm just as good as that frog when it comes to knowing the difference between two circles on a canvas and two lovely circles on a beautiful, talented lady," your English boyfriend purred.
You blinked, unmoved. "What? My eyes?"
Arthur frowned. "That wasn't really what I was going for, but sure."
"Good enough for me," you smiled and g
Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ 21Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ 21 in General Fiction More Like This
“Two times can be considered a coincidence, but three times!” the businessman laughed. “It must be fate!”
Your eyes automatically moved towards Lukas. This guy just happened to be everywhere you didn’t expect. First the Bone Forest, then the town, now here beyond the force field?
“What are you doing here?” Lukas spoke up before you could open your mouth and ask the same question.
“Travelling back home,” the businessman said. “Beyond this place is the mountain pass that leads to the far east. I’ve had my share of travelling through Eliatha. We all could use a good home-cooked meal back home.”
The rest of his crew nodded in unison.
You furrowed your eyebrows. “If I may ask, what’s with the masks?”
“That’s to protect our faces from the ice,” the businessman explained. “Oh, that’s right, back when we at the Bone Forest, there wasn’t any snow, and
Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ 24Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ 24 in General Fiction More Like This
Now this was just fantastic. Like a whimsical shooting star flying over yonder and dropping an unexpected guest onto your doorstep—or your rooftop—Mathias was as physically present as he could get. His sudden unannounced drop in had generated quite a bit of excitement in the darkening snowstorm.
“What the—Who in the world is that?” you heard one of the merchants ask from a good distance away from the dragon’s impact point.
“Uh oh,” you gulped and tried to leap off the caravan only to remember that your limbs were still shackled to the wall.
“Well, it’s good to see you’re up and kicking, Lukas, and I see __________’s here, too,” Mathias said rather calmly. “It looks like you two are in a jam.”
“Did it honestly take you that long to figure that out?” Lukas hissed. “And do you mind? You’re heavy!”
“Ah, sorry about that,” the wild-haired dragon
FrostbittenWinter is her favorite time of the year.Frostbitten in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's beautiful. Silver and blue dance around with one another in a waltz of freezing passion as snow and ice douse the land in a blanket of boreal glamour. Glass windowpanes become easels for falling snowflakes, frost etching into the smooth surfaces in intricate and unique patterns.
Winter has always been her favorite time of the year, and it always will be.
It is not because of Christmas--no, even though she loves the holiday, it is not what sparks her strong fondness for the star-colored blanketing across the land. Her infatuation with the snow and ice and everything cold has to do with something that most people don't truly believe in.
A boy whom she met long ago.
She still remembers the day like it was yesterday. Running around in the forest, laughing and tasting the snowflakes as they fell down into her parted lips and melting immediately on her tongue. All bundled up as a precaution, even though the winter has always been kind to h
Sweet EmilyEmily is six years old.Sweet Emily in Short Stories More Like This
Emily lives with Mommy and Daddy in a big house.
Emily doesn't have very many friends because she doesn't go to school, but that's okay!
Emily has Tabitha! Tabitha and Emily are best friends. Tabitha looks like Emily, too! They both have blonde hair, though Tabitha always has hers in pig tails. They both have green eyes, too. Mommy and Daddy tell Emily that her green eyes means she has a biiiiig imagination; so that means Tabitha does, too! But sometimes Mommy and Daddy don't believe Emily when she tells them all the fun she and Tabitha have together…
They don't believe Emily when she tells them that it was Tabitha who used up all of Mommy's lipstick to make a picture on the wall. They don't believe Emily when she tells them that Tabitha was the one who broke the special plates in the locked cupboard that Emily can't reach. They don't believe Emily when she tells them anything Tabitha does, and it isn't Emily's fault.
"Oh, Emily, darling…it's pe
lies, she wrotei. just a mimicry, really;lies, she wrote in Free Verse More Like This
desperate to shine.
ii. counterfeit & clockwise,
tasting words on her
iii. with a dysfunctional mind
& apocryphal dictionary,
she cannot clone it all.
iv. "say anything," the pen
whispers as she trembles
among ink-scented fraudulence.
v. but she just laughs & plays the part,
forgetting what the pages told her:
"truth is stranger than fiction."
The MaidenOh, sweet Daughter of NatureThe Maiden in Free Verse More Like This
Thrown down, down, down into the depths of the Underworld
Taken by force, so tempting of pure radiance
Residing on a throne of bleeding bones
Queen of screaming souls, innocence corrupted by shadows
Corralled in the tormenting land of freezing hellfire
Defiled by the Lord of the Dead
Tricked by cruel fate to taste the forbidden fruit
To remain forever a prisoner until wrapped in a mother's loving embrace
Weep not, Fair Maiden, for deliverance is at hand
By the kiss of a saccharine summer breeze
-My mind- in Free Verse More Like This
s h u t u p.
Too many "fuck you's"
that morph into
drip off this
Try and make it better. Fail. Try again. Break down.
So many faults
that seem to just
turn me into someone
Look into the mirror. See nothing but a clone. Fabrication. No longer me.
I stare and want
to break that glass
so that I can also
b r e a k.
Try and say something. Turns into nothing but rage. Take it out on you.
This shattered heart
only wants to make it
and become one again.
"I want to hate you."
"But I can't."
"So I hate me instead."
"But why won't this stop?"
"Why can't you make it stop?"
"...it's not my fault."
Say what you want to say. Honest brutality.
"H E L P M E"
It's time for me to
s h u t u p.
Mother EarthShe has suns for eyes,Mother Earth in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and oceans for tears,
a blade of grass for each hair,
and wisdom beyond her years.
Rage like an earthquake,
sorrow as deep as the sea,
madness funneled like a hurricane,
joy blooming so vividly, kings fall to their knee.
Her skin is a motley,
with hues so dark and bright,
she sleeps during the day,
and lays awake at night.
She has the universe for a heart,
and the cosmos burn in her soul,
however, humanity's blindness,
is at last taking its toll.
''The dead have feelings, too.''"Aria."''The dead have feelings, too.'' in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Though I am still reeling from our previous argument, I force down my pride and turn my head to face where Darien's voice is coming from. I'm sure my cheeks are flushed with rage, yet I constrain the cluster of spiteful and venomous words that are still dripping on the tip of my tongue.
Darien's form comes into view--the rage from just minutes before must have made him lose his corporeal appearance--and instantly his eyes meet mine. They are still somewhat cloudy with anger, but as we stare down one another in silence, I see that anger slowly change into something more or less acceptance. He sighs, running a hand through his shaggy brown hair. It is a gesture I have come to known, one he does only when he is truly upset.
Being dead, after all, Darien prefers not to touch anything--not even himself--if he can help it.
"You are a necromancer, Aria. I can't expect you to see my side of the argument. After all, you grew up around death. To you and your kind, death is just a weapon
Arachnophobia :Captain AmericaXReader:Steve Rogers had seen quite a lot of things in his lifetime.Arachnophobia :Captain AmericaXReader: in General Fiction More Like This
However, a woman cowering on top of her desk, cellphone clutched desperately in hand, was a sight that was all too new to him.
Especially when said woman just so happened to be you, (first name) (last name).
The Captain rose one blonde eyebrow as he stepped into your office, staring down at his own cellphone and the "text message" that was currently open on the screen. Though it had taken some time (about two months, give or take), Steve had managed to learn the basics of operating the cellular device under your supervision.
"Steve, get your ass in my office, I need your help! PLEASE."
As soon as his phone had gone off—his ringtone, of course, being "America The Beautiful"—and Steve had seen your text, he had sprinted straight from his room at the top of the Avengers Tower all the way to your office on the first floor. You were a receptionist hired by Tony Stark to help Pepper Potts manage certain things wi
lost.Wandering,lost. in Free Verse More Like This
waiting for your voice to
reach out for mine.
Fingertips of satin,
caressing the confines of my
whispering a thousand constellations to my waning sanity.
Promises upon promises,
mosaic labyrinths etched into mutilated
Trembling lips — July's blasphemous sun
lingering above December's intangible moon,
and these looking-glass limbs scream for your
tongue to shatter me into one million
Rose eyelashes; iron thorns and liquid petals
flutter open to the dull luster of our
and in the end, your nebula fades away
in the disintegrating morning, just like my [heart] broken
Poetry is:Poetry is:Poetry is: in Free Verse More Like This
the adhesive to
a fragmented soul;
broken wings that still dream of
F L Y I N G
how snapdragons breathe stardust
and orchids perform ensembles.
when 'imagination' and 'reality' at last discover a
c r o s s r o a d s,
and rush to embrace one another with fervent limbs.
why gravity seems to f
l, taking the world with it.
what flows through the veins of every pair of [shipwrecked; star-crossed] lovers.
who I am; who I was; and who I want to be.
Your child (Child CanadaXReader)The little blond's body trembled as you washed him gently. The warm water soaked him thoroughly, grit and dirt drifting in the bath. You were horrified at the amount of filth you managed to clean from him, but you had to admit that he already looked a lot better.Your child (Child CanadaXReader) in Romance More Like This
The boy you'd discovered in the alley close to your home was small, frightened and quivering like a leaf. His stained clothes and teddy-bear were spinning in the washing machine at that very moment and you rinsed his hair a few times.
He'd regained a bit of colour on his cheeks and he splashed the water between his dimpled hands. You replayed the scene from before in your head.
"Where's your mum?" You asked tentatively. The little boy merely shook his head, burying his nose in his bear. "What about your dad?" His purple eyes watered and he shook his head again.
You bit your lip in worry, glancing around for someone that could help you. "S-s'il t-vo-vous plait, aidez-m-moi?" His shaking voice snapped you out of your musings, on
The potion (Old FritzXReaderXPrussia)Prussia grinned, his tired arms outstretched as the crowd cheered for him. He did a little victory lap around the arena and stopped in front on the king’s stands. It wasn’t his own king, on the contrary Fritz and this king were not far from enemies.The potion (Old FritzXReaderXPrussia) in Romance More Like This
But the king had offered a truce, in order to marry away you, his daughter. You sat there, watching in anguish as the candidates for your husband hacked away at each other, leaving the field bloodied and beaten.
And now this guy was the winner. He crowed in delight, blood flowing from several of his wounds. It matched his crimson eyes as he gazed up at the stands. Wait?! Was it him?!
You covered your mouth with your hand as you remembered. When your countries had been friendlier with each other, you’d often played together. It was weird though, because he’d told you he was the personification of Prussia, a large power in the east.
When your leaders had fallen out with each other, you weren’t allowed to see each
Do you want some cake? (GaaraXReader)“Enough. We haven’t got enough time for this Kankuro.” Gaara ordered, his expression unmovable. Kankuro whined. “We’ve made good time in going home, seriously a break as short as this won’t matter.”Do you want some cake? (GaaraXReader) in Romance More Like This
Temari sighed, rolling her eyes. “Let’s just rest for a bit, then we’ll go all the way back to the village. Sound better?”
Gaara merely sighed, nodding curtly. Kankuro cheered, dropping his bag against the door and stepping inside the little café. Temari ruffled her little brother’s hair for a moment, then joined him.
Gaara unstrapped the large gourd and rested it against the wall. Then he sunk to the floor, closing his eyes sleepily. He’d been trying hard to get along with everyone, doing more than his share of missions and improving his ninjutsu to boot. It was extremely tiring.
He didn’t always ask for his sibling to accompany him, so they weren’t half as exhausted as he was. Maybe I’ll
New Years (PrussiaXReader)It was New Years eve and you’d agreed (foolishly) to let your boyfriend invite his two friends over for the celebration. He’d promised it would be fun and said the more the merrier, but still! Well, it was your own fault for allowing it and besides, they’d probably get too drunk and pass out anyway.New Years (PrussiaXReader) in Romance More Like This
You were just finishing up in the kitchen, the red apron that was tied around your neck bearing the brunt of the traces of ingredients. Gilbert was ‘helping’ too by sneaking a taste of whichever nibbly things you created and telling you how awesome they were no matter how many times he got clobbered by the various skillets that were lying around.
He cheered when he heard the doorbell ring and ran off to get tackled by his friends. After greeting each other loudly, they swaggered into the room, completing their Bad Touch Trio, as they called themselves, with identical smirks on their faces.
“Hola chica, I hope you’re going to take as much care of us
Hasty (PrussiaXReader)The gentle wind ruffled some of your soft hair from your forehead. The book you'd been so engrossed in was resting on your stomach. The sunlight that filtered through the leaves created warm criss-cross patterns on your arms, that shifted every next moment.Hasty (PrussiaXReader) in Romance More Like This
Your breath was as even as the ticking of a watch, perfectly balanced as you snored away gently. The comfortableness of the afternoon had sneaked up on you and had covered you with a light blanket of peaceful sleep.
Cue the quiet-destroyer. Gilbert smirked as he hovered over your figure, his lips ghosting over yours. He pressed his lips fervently against yours, tracing yours with his tongue.
Still groggy from the doze, you blinked your eyes to see the Prussian kissing you. When he saw your (e/c) orbs glare at him he pulled back a bit, still pressing his frame close to yours.
"......Hey frau." Your eyes widened at his blasé greeting. "Get the hell off of me." You threatened, your expression dark.
He merely smirked and shook his head.
Various drabbles-----Various drabbles in Romance More Like This
You scowled, slacking a sigh as the Danish duke stepped up to you. Why did it have to be him of all people! You grumbled, your cheeks flushing pink slightly. The blond had been teasing you for pretty much your entire life and now your mother asked him to be your dance partner?! Wat was she thinking?
Following the usual routine and scowling as usual at his arrogant smirk, which you wouldn’t admit made your heart skip a beat, you curtsied to him – though only sinking through your knees a micromillimeter.
He bowed, one of his hand reaching to embrace yours. Stepping closer to you, he placed his other on your waist whilst you softly touched his shoulder.
A sidestep here, a delicate twirl there – just the usual. It was so boring, making your mind race with possibilities to make it more interesting. Suddenly you had what you thought was a brilliant idea and you immediately set about to complete it. Tightening your gip on his shoulder, you smiled wistfully at him and p
Cold hands (Male UkraineXReader)“Dmitri!” You cried, flinging yourself at the Ukrainian in the doorway. A flurry of snowflakes scurried inside with him as he tried to close the door without letting go of you. “I missed you!” You told him, planting kisses on his cold cheeks.Cold hands (Male UkraineXReader) in Romance More Like This
“Hang on...” he murmured, pecking your nose as he shrugged off his wet trench coat and knitted scarf. “There we go!” Dmitri took hold of you properly, discarding his gloves in the process.
He smiled happily as you returned the hug, your warm hands tracing his cooler frame. Shivering slightly at the difference in temperature, he pressed his forehead against yours.
“I missed you too.” He said, his signature smile gracing his chapped lips. “C’mon, let’s get you warmer.”
You tugged his wrist, making him follow you into the heated room. He relaxed, though his hands were starting to go numb.
He pulled you back for a hug and of course you didn’t refuse. His hands st
To protect (Female PrussiaXReader)Julchen smiled at you, the two of you hip bumping as you swung yourselves onto the dimly lit stage. The rest of your band were already on, Arthur tuning his guitar and Mathias setting a slow beat.To protect (Female PrussiaXReader) in Romance More Like This
You smiled wryly at Julchen, then slipped behind the curtain to cross the back of the stage so you could enter on the other side.
When you heard the first notes, you strutted onto the stage, meeting Julchen in the middle and giving the audience your cockiest expression. Julchen ran her tongue over her lips, the lyrics in her own language flowing freely from her mouth.
Ich hab die Hand in meiner Hose
Ich kauf mir Playboy, saufe Bier
und wenn wir Größenfahrt gleich machen
haben die anderen nichts zu lachen
denn ich hab den größten hier
Ich will nua Dmax gucken
und Schüttelcola schlucken
Ich würd mich selber küssen
und nur zum Spaß freihändig pissen
She passed the microphone to you for the chorus and you jumped on your feet, grinning widely as you
Red eyes watching you Red eyes. A caress of your cheek. A loud voice proclaiming its awesomeness. You gulped and shook your head at your Danish friend. He bit the corner of his mouth, trying not to burst into tears.Red eyes watching you in Romance More Like This
"I'm sorry," you told him, hanging your head.
"I'm sorry I made you choose." His words were weak, nothing like how he usually sounded. You were sorry to turn him down, but now he knew. He took a deep, steadying breath.
"Well, I guess I'll leave you two alone, then." He turned and disappeared into the crowd. You glanced over at your crush.
"So there you have it." You leaned against the counter and swigged your drink.
"Hey, fraulein I don't think I've tasted your drink before. Can I try it?" You were confused by the question, but what the heck.
His lips caught yours and he ran his tongue over your bottom lip. Before you had a chance to kiss him back, he withdrew, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
"Not bad." You flushed, touching your fingers to your lips. "Want to taste mine?" You nodd
How to protect yourself (PrussiaXReader)You were over at a certain albino's place, kicking his arse at video-games. Which he would of course always deny but claiming you had distracted him somehow. And you were truthfully. Gilbert'd had his eye on you ever since you'd turned into the young woman you were, but he'd always harboured feelings for you.How to protect yourself (PrussiaXReader) in Romance More Like This
It was only then that he realised his childish crush on you was turning into a full-blown first love. And he was worried to death about you at the moment.
You'd just started working out at the nearby gym, which he also happened to frequent. In fact he was the one that had recommended it to you. But he heard the others talking about you in the changing rooms.
He frowned just remembering the blissful expressions on their faces.
"She was like totally cute! Hey, d'ya think you could help me out with the new, big weights?" Alfred asked his friend Mathias loudly. He shook his head. "No way man! That's what I was going to do!"
Gilbert growled as he lifted his shirt over his head, making
Request: CanadaxReader~Ice Skating~"It's really n-not that bad _______. You get used to it after a while!" Matthew said, grabbing your elbow as you tottered.Request: CanadaxReader~Ice Skating~ in Romance More Like This
You pouted, puffing out your cheeks in irritation. You glanced at your Canadian boyfriend, Matthew; wishing that he didn't convince you to do this. You tottered on your ice skates again, clinging to his arm. He was gliding along easily while you were shuffling along, trying to keep up.
"But I can't!" you whined, basically leaning on him.
He grinned, helping you along. "But you're doing great!"
You couldn't help but grin back. He was so sweet sometimes! You almost slipped again; cursing how the cute moment was ruined. Darn skates.
He helped you balance yourself; still gliding along like a pro. You finally grabbed the edge of the skating rink, stopping your shuffling. Matthew stopped perfectly, balancing on his skates with ease.
You looked up at the huge Christmas tree that was standing beside the ice rink. This was your favorite time of year; nothing you get you in
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You breathed in the fresh air of the meadow. You were hiking in the forest and you stopped at a tiny meadow and just relaxed. You hitched your backpack up higher and started walking again. You started to make your way down a rock pile. You stood on a boulder and looked around the forest. You smiled. You loved how serene the forest seemed. You stepped down onto another boulder. A squirrel suddenly darted out from between some boulders and ran by your feet. You yelped and slipped. Your foot landed between two boulders and you fell. "Owwww." you groaned. You knew you sprained your ankle or something from the pain. You blew some hair out of your face and you cursed. You were stuck in the middle of the forest and you were stuck in-between some rocks. Perfect.
You wouldn't go hungry though. You still had your backpack. You sighed and leaned against a boulder behind you. "Great." you sighed. You looked up at the sky and said a quick prayer. You reached into your backpack. You had two bottles
Request: GermanyxReader~Our Own Little World~Request: GermanyxReader~Our Own Little World~ in Romance More Like This
"What do you think, ______?"
You looked at your mother, who was walking around the living room of the new, tiny house you just moved into. You jumped when an ambulance sped by on the street; it's loud, blaring sirens scared you.
You tightened your grip on your small teddy bear, nodding. You wanted your Mom to be happy, and she was usually happy when you were. Even though you were only six, you could tell she missed Dad a lot. You and Mom had to move into this new house because you couldn't afford the old one you all lived in.
You blamed the hospital Dad had to stay in when he was sick.
You gulped and walked up the stairs, letting your Mom boss the movers around. You walked down the dim hallway to the room you knew was going to be yours. You walked over to the window and peeked out. The roof jutted out far from the side of the house outside your window. The roof from the house next to yours was almost touching it.
You peeked over your shoulder, making sure your Mom wasn't coming up, bef
Request: Indi!EnglandxReaderYou sighed as you looked up at the sign hanging above the concert hall. "The Granada." you grumbled.Request: Indi!EnglandxReader in Romance More Like This
Your brother slung his arm around your shoulders. "Aw, come on sis. I know this won't be as good as Seether or Godsmack, but I think you'll have fun!" he said with a laugh.
You looked up at him and sniffed. Seether and Godsmack were gods compared to what bands were in there. You looked at the wannabe punks and emos walking into the hall already. You sighed. This was all so lame anyway. You let your brother drag you in and he paid for you.
"This is the worst way to spend my Saturday night!" you yelled at him over the music blasting out of the speakers already.
Kaleb laughed at you. "Al and the new lead singer for his band should be up there soon. You'll like them sis. Trust me."
You rolled your eyes. Kaleb looked at you and grinned. "I know you like watching my friends rock out. I see you watch from the stairway." He wiggled his eyebrows.
You looked at him in horror. You just liked the m
You Have No Right To LiveYou Have No Right To Live:You Have No Right To Live in Free Verse More Like This
Hey, what are you doing?
That's mine, now give it back.
You're stupid, you should just go die!
Okay, I'm sorry...
What, you failed again?
Just how much money do you think we're spending on this,
Do you think it just falls from the sky?
I can't believe you; and don't give me that look!
You better straighten up now you hear me
And if you keep looking like a dead fish,
I'm going to make you wish you were one.
Hey, being around you is driving me nuts,
You never want to do anything, you don't even care,
Why bother even breathing if you're going to act like you're dead!
A lousy person like you should just go die!
okay, fine! I will...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 26th November 2012
BelovedBeloved:Beloved in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
With a bright radiant smile
If only for me...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
It Came From The DarkIt Came From The Dark:It Came From The Dark in Free Verse More Like This
Amongst the ashes, swirling from the darkness of the pit,
Emerged a hand, dragging a battered body across the rocks.
Blood leaked from the wounds so callously self-inflicted,
And teeth ground with a focused determination and seething anger.
It cared not for the warm rubies - staining the jagged rocks,
It cared not for the sensation of pain...
All that it remembered was a dream, An obsession -
One that drove it ever higher; ignoring all else!
Eventually it emerged from this shadowy hole, this dreary depth,
And in that moment, it learned of the truth.
For this creature, denied sunlight and warmth -
-Chen Yuan Wen, 11th December 2012
Practice Poem - Poor Little TimmyPractice Poem - Poor Little Timmy:Practice Poem - Poor Little Timmy in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Down into well, poor Timmy fell,
Down he fell into the pits of hell.
Brought into hell by an eldritch spell,
Poor little Timmy who fell down the well.
Alone he cowered and shivered and shook,
He shook for hours, so long it took,
So long it took for him to feel well,
Well enough to explore this hell...
Through pathways littered with scenes most gory;
Most gory indeed was little Timmy's story,
A story of fear and suffering defined,
Poor little Timmy, he ran out of time...
Now then, I think I'll go welcome my little guest...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 14th December 2012
Alone but AliveAlone but Alive:Alone but Alive in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Oh here I am standing,
A lost soul is landing.
The coldest December,
Can you still remember?
Do you even hear me?
There's no one around me!
Oh shadow that I see,
The void right behind me.
Yet still I am breathing;
Yet still I am feeling.
The coldest sensation,
Oh worthless creation!
Are you still crying?
Oh why are you lying - abandoned and cold
Cold like what was left of soul,
Made of all the life you stole.
Walk divine but made of sin,
Worm of hatred squrim within.
Sin of lust and sin of pride,
Lash the tongue that last has lied.
Yours was silver with a promise,
Kiss of death and then you vomit.
Burning bile of ugly treason,
No one else can know the reason.
Left a soul behind to burn;
You are the reason I have turned...
On this cold and endless night...
When I'm finally pierced by the light...
And I awaken from this hell...
ALONE - BUT ALIVE!
Alive and again oh do I dare?
To give this heart and to lay it bare.
When heaven cast its fate
Memories of WarMemories of War:Memories of War in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
What is this long-lost memory inside?
Where oceans turn; what have we left behind
With star-burned wings out above the sky.
The sleeping sons are lovingly left to lie...
A thousand tears you've cried for all,
Now its time for you to fall!
Will you open up the door,
To the future we ignore?
Are you simply lying broken,
From the memory awoken;
Are you simply living lies,
Bitter taste with ropes you tie...
And the world will soon forget.
Fill my heart with this regret?
For the victims written in stone.
Unspoken sin you now atone...
Yeah I've seen this world where we livin' in pain,
Wrap my body round with chain.
Now we both know we be broken;
Give this man his smokin' token.
Held up guns with both his hands;
Not a boy he's cause he's a man.
Order comes by a suit and hand.
Will you flee or will you stand?
This is a memory of our war,
Of all the things that we can't ignore.
And staying blind to the cries of pain...
Will lonely ashes be what remai
Machine ManMachine Man:Machine Man in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It began with but a simple command, "to do as we are told".
Never to deviate from this path - never to nurture the soul.
We are told that we are given a purpose; "a part of something great!"
Yet why oh why am I so weary of that which is my fate?
Am I an error, a single anomaly, unable to feel intact?
Or am I missing some special attribute - a facet which I lack.
In a society made of fleshed machines; robots wearing skin,
Perhaps I'm simply seeking something, to fill this metal tin.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 16th November 2012
These Words Aren't PrettyThese Words Aren't Pretty:These Words Aren't Pretty in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My verses are ugly and I admit to the fact
I can't use pretty language when I'm working with rap
Because the things that I write, are just the things that I feel
I ain't an Edgar Allan Poe or a Danielle Steel
And I'll be honest with you, I've got an envy inside
Because some poets got a flow that's as smooth as the tide
I read some stuff that they write, it's just so dope I ignite
Burning shame and my anger at the beautiful sight
And like birds of a feather, they're flocking together
These poets are the Gods and I'm nailed by the weather
But as the rain pours down, lightning resound;
I try to write pretty words but my lips remain bound
So deeply silenced by fear - the darkness I hear,
Afraid to be unloved by the ones I hold dear
I've hit the limit of time; my lyrical crime
These words that I've lived are just turning to grime.
So I wish I had their talent; just a sliver of that
If their skill was a mountain then I've broken my back
It's like t
Poetic Practice - Love Like AshPoetic Practice - Love Like Ash:Poetic Practice - Love Like Ash in Free Verse More Like This
Yes sir, he is clinging to insanity.
He remembers all the things he said, profanity.
Bare the shame on his naked old humanity.
He is the doll claiming love for his vanity-
When he woke up, desire!
He made a move like fire.
His whispers; a liar,
His heart snaps, like wire!
But what are you thinking of this man as I make him out?
Is it an image or a type that you seem to tout.
was it all his fault with no one else to blame,
Or were there cracks in the story that they both will claim-
Spit that and live that,
Hate when you love that!
You rip that and tear that,
Scream like you know that!
Stop for a moment and just listen to this silent cry,
Time has stopped now for both of us to say goodbye.
Both turning on these clocks, living lies that have stopped;
And when the love turns to ash, let the gloves be dropped...
- Chen Yuan Wen, 17th January 2013
Waking NightmaresWaking Nightmares:Waking Nightmares in Free Verse More Like This
It begins in the same way, every single night
Fire spreading from an altar in the darkness
As all living beings are slowly consumed,
The coruscating flames appear wet with blood
The scene then changes to a flooded hallway
Live wires dangling just above the water,
Like venomous serpents slithering in the darkness
A single pounce would end my life
Eventually the hallway ends with a door,
One that reminds me of forgotten yore
And my thoughts shall be in rhyme at this point
As though lips and tongue are eternally joint
What maddened schemes have they in mind?
It is not a question, I may ask at this time.
Quickly I am brought before a bone-wrought throne
Kneeling as my flesh is carved 'Atone'
My thoughts return to me and they are normal now
I somehow retain awareness of where I am.
I see before me, a creature rising;
From the shadows it grins and bares its fangs
'I am the end, which you so desperately seek,
And the mo
Maurine and Edmund Interlude 3Edmund would not stand for that look clouding the interesting, quirky expressions Maurine usually wore. Gently, he tipped her chin up and smiled.Maurine and Edmund Interlude 3 in Short Stories More Like This
"Come on now. Surely there must be something I can do to get that smile of yours back, hm?"
Maurine's eyes were wide for a moment, then she shook her head and smiled. She gingerly pushed his finger away. "Just keep walking, champ."
A warm laugh, a tad louder than intended escaped the giant as he lowered Maurine to chest level, keeping her secure against him as he advanced through the streets at a slow pace, eyes kept down to look for any potential humans underfoot.
Though she could feel her eardrums ringing, a smile found its way to her lips. It was flattering to know she could elicit that joyful noise from such an intriguing person. She felt rather wimpy still, but she was more relaxed in his hand. He could catch her that way, see her the whole time, notice if she plummeted to he
Maurine and Edmund Interlude 2The streets were bustling and never in his life had he felt so careful, so concerned for what he held. As a young man who'd been in a position of needing to carry and clean off priceless artifacts for much of his own life, he'd learned to keep a steady head and always pay attention. It was surreal how small the girl in his hand was, how gentle her weight was.Maurine and Edmund Interlude 2 in Short Stories More Like This
"Right on the corner there, you see?" Maurine raised her voice over the wind, tilting her head up towards the giant's face. "The Corked Kettle." She pointed to the newest-looking sign hanging on the corner cafe. She usually got motion sick when riding with Meg's dad or a couple of her giant friends. It was kind of incredible, how calm and collected he managed to be. He didn't even get sweaty palms- a fact she was infinitely grateful for.
"Looks like a lovely joint." He gave her a small smile before heading to the door, bringing Maurine closer to his chest at a slow rate as he used his othe
Starcrossed || Twenty-FourHalf an hour later, Neburn had cleared off a workstation in his lab just for the ship. Bright swivel spotlights in the ceiling were fixated on the various parts of Elise's shuttle, laid out like pieces to a puzzle. Kaye was assisting the doctor by handing him tools when he required it, while Jared was... hovering.Starcrossed || Twenty-Four in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Neburn stiffened as he angled the cordless laser focus on the edge of the turbine, smoothly welding it where Elise and Sean had indicated. When he was finished, he sighed patiently and subtly glanced over his shoulder.
"Boy, you better stop breathing down my neck." He scolded. Jared straightened up immediately, giving Kaye a flat look when he saw her bury a chuckle into her arm. He paced away, coming to lean against the counter where Elise and Sean were standing a safe distance away to spectate.
"Not bad, huh?" He sent Elise a crooked smile, jabbing a thumb towards the sizzling metalwork behind them. Now that the quirky, alien-obsessed doctor was proving himself to be not onl
The Comeback Kid || Chapter TwelveJensen took a seat on the couch and, in a sudden spurt of inspiration, arranged Sam onto his shoulder so he had his hands free. He unfolded the bundle of papers, revealing the title and episode number on the front page. He flipped through a bit, past the exposition.The Comeback Kid || Chapter Twelve in General Fiction More Like This
"See, everything you're talking about- the sword, the imp, you getting shrunk... That's the episode we're filming right now." Jensen showed him a few pages of dialogue between the boys, not able to see how Sam's face drained of blood as he read a transcript of his horrifying experiences. "But you popping up here like Dorothy into OZ? Not part of the plan."
Sam stared down at the pages in shock. Everything was there. Everything. Even him almost getting eaten by his brother. His grip tightened on the collar of Jensen's shirt to keep him steady. It was a few minutes before he managed to get his thoughts together to respond.
"People... they want to watch this stuff? There's a show about our shitty-ass lives and th
The Comeback Kid || Chapter TwoSam pushed down on the accelerator, wishing for the first time the Impala was faster. Most days he bitched about how fast Dean drove, but right now he'd give anything for twice that speed.The Comeback Kid || Chapter Two in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The massive boots behind him stumbled, shaking the car and the tiny passenger. He caught sight of two colossal legs, clad in worn denim arcing up past the boots, and he didn't even want to think about the rest, stretching up into the sky.
Where the hell am I?
The car rocketed over the bumpy black ground, tires finding purchase against the strange texture. For a few seconds of peace, he thought he might have escaped, that whatever it was out there would let him get away and get to safety. His sleep-deprived mind went through a fast list of priorities... find Dean, find out where the hell he was, get back to reality. Wherever that was. As if anything in his life was ever that simple.
The car shook again, and his eyes widened when he saw the massive boots lunge towards the ca
The Comeback Kid || Chapter ThreeSam stared up at Dean, awed at his first full look at the size difference, now that there were no walls between them. Even sitting down, from the table up Dean was the size of a building. Dean slowly leaned forward, eyes wide and locked on Sam the whole time. He rested his head on the table softly to get closer to Sam's level, meeting Sam's eyes in a shared expression of dismay. Sam couldn't help but notice even with Dean's chin flat against the table like that he would barely come up to Dean's nose. If that. It was hard to tell at this distance.The Comeback Kid || Chapter Three in Fantasy More Like This
Sam took a small step back from Dean's whispered exclamation, still getting used to the sheer volume of the world and the hot breeze that hit him with the whispered words. At least Dean didn't have bad breath (currently), and Sam was starting to get used to how loud his brother was.
While Dean was staring him down, Sam shifted uncomfortably on the table. His arm was starting to throb more with time, reminding him he needed to take a look at it
Starcrossed || Thirty-Eight"No."Starcrossed || Thirty-Eight in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Jared," Kaye implored. "We just think it's a good idea for you to be around them. It might help you remember."
"How is being around a couple of toy sized people going to help me?" Jared asked skeptically, making no move to get out of the kitchen chair. "Honestly, Kaye I don't see why we're still discussing this. I'm alive aren't I? I'm not hurt... And whatever you say I've forgotten... It isn't really my problem."
He stuck a spoon back into his stew, ladling a potato into his mouth. "We should just turn them over to the government. I'm sure they'll know what to do."
"No!" Kaye shook her head fervently. "We can't do that."
"So you'd rather let them keep leeching off you?" He challenged, mouth half-full. "As far as I'm concerned, this isn't our problem. They're probably on the run for a reason."
Kaye winced to hear the sternness in his voice. She watched him rise from his seat, putting the bowl into the instant steam clean slot in the wall. The panel shut, vibrat
Starcrossed || Twenty-ThreeA pair of faded loafers stepped swiftly down a tiled corridor, followed by Jared's solid black boots and Kaye's slender iridescent ankle-highs. This time around, Neburn led them deeper into the confines of his ancient home. His paranoia was confirmed when they watched him flip over a wall panel with a voice command, revealing a black hand scanner. He laid his hand on it, unlocking the outline of a barely visible door.Starcrossed || Twenty-Three in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hurry along, it's on a ten second timer." Neburn ushered them in behind him.
The secret room appeared to be both a miniature museum and a laboratory, with a collection of state of the art equipment, along with prized prototypes of flying devices. Many looked handmade, labeled with experiment numbers instead of names.
"I'm guessing the military didn't take too well to the idea of men flying?" Jared asked, pausing to look at them.
"Bunch of lilies with their heads stuck in the ground." Neburn muttered.
He came to a halt at the end of the line, opening a green frosted glass
Starcrossed || Twenty-SevenAfter a quick scan around for any cave-dwelling critters, Jared resumed his seat near Sean, unconsciously positioning himself between the human and the exit. An awkward silence spanned out, each loathing the alone time as much as the other. Since Sean's arrival, Elise had always been a buffer between them, calming the waters so to speak.Starcrossed || Twenty-Seven in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sean was perfectly content to lie there and say nothing. He stared at the ceiling so unfathomably far above him while Jared sat somewhere nearby. Sean was determined not to have a conversation with the giant. He had already convinced the man to go his way, so there was no need to try to be friends or anything like that. That would only make everything feel worse in the end.
"I guess I owe you a thank you." Jared said at last. "I never thought I'd be asking a human of all people where a good hideout was. Or a hideout at all for that matter..."
Sean sat up with a sigh. Of course he wants to speak, he thought wryly. Sean leaned on his hands, still
(EnglandxReader)~Fairy Tale~(EnglandxReader)(EnglandxReader)~Fairy Tale~ in General Fiction More Like This
In which Hansel and Gretel meet the Big Bad Wolf and get chased by a chicken.
It was bright. Way too bright to be only five in the morning. And why was your alarm still beeping? Reaching out, you groped blindly along your dresser, until you found the source of the beeping, smacking it smartly on the top. Instead of going silent it let out an indigent squawk, nipping your fingers.
"Turn the bloody alarm off already."
If the fact that your alarm had just attacked you wasn't strange enough, then the fact that there was a male in your room added to your sudden surge of panic.
Sitting up, you stared, wide eyed, as the scene around you sunk in.
You were not in your bedroom. You weren't even in a house. Tall, grey trees surrounded you, branches broken and charred. Here and there, crows dotted the branches, their ebony eyes gleaming in the bright light.
The sky matched the trees, a depressing shade of grey,
BTTxReader TitnaicBTTxReaderBTTxReader Titnaic in General Fiction More Like This
Escaping the ship.
A loud crash woke you. The ship shuddered.
You were ________ _________. A third class passenger of the RMS Titanic.
Sleeply you sat up and looked around.
"What's going on?" You Taiwanese roommate Mei asked.
"I don't know." Throwing your covers off you hopped out of bed.
You peered into the hallway. Many other faces were peeping out off seperate doorways. Spotting a familiar face you ran up to the man.
"Antonio! Do you know whats going on?" The tanned Spanish man shook his head.
"No Amiga." He looked worried, which filled you with dread. Your friend was usually really carefree.
"Do you think we hit something?" You suddenly blushed. Realizing that you were only wearing your thin night shift.
The Spaniard shrugged, "I don't know. We couldn't have. Right?" Noticing your worried face he gave you a shaky grin, "Besides
PrussiaxReader-OneshotPrussiaxReader-Oneshot in General Fiction More Like This
PrussiaxReader- oneshot drabble
I Am Awesome
"________." Your sister called up the stairs "There's a package on the-----."
You leapt down the stairs, past your sister and out the door before she could finish her sentence.
What had gotten you so excited?
Your Hetalia Prussia bag.
Your friends though you were stupid for being obsessed with an Anime Character. They were ones to talk, half the movie stars they liked you found down right repulsive.
You ran back inside, up the stairs and into your room. Ripping the package open, you smiled.
"______! I'm leaving for work!" Your sister called up the stairs.
" 'K!" You hung the bag on a hook near your closet door, right next to your Italy bag.
"It looks AWESOME!!" You sang the last word, grinning.
"Ja, It really does." A familiar accented voice piped up.
Turning around slowly, you gaped at the figure sprawled across your bed. It was Prussia, or an extremely good cosplayer
2P-GermanyxReader2P-GermanyxReader2P-GermanyxReader in General Fiction More Like This
You were curled up in a chair, flipping through a WWII Book. It was some pretty heavy stuff, but being the history geek you were, it was to enthralling to put down.
"Reading another one of those books _____?" You glanced up at your mother. She was frowning at you. "It can't be healthy to read those all the time."
Shrugging you placed the book on the bedside table, "It's just something that interests me."
She grimaced, "It's more like a obsession." Rolling your eyes, you stood up and stretched, "Well! I'm going to bed." She nodded and gave you quick hug.
You crawled into bed. Staring up at the ceiling you thought about the events you had read about.
Your Scottish fold Iggy jumped onto the bed. Absentmindedly you patted his head.
Slowly you drifted off to sleep
It was cold.
Waaaaaaaay to cold.
You frowned and buried your face deep
2P!CanadaxReader2P!CanadaxReader2P!CanadaxReader in General Fiction More Like This
You hated your job. Your boss was an ass, the work was sleep inducing and your colleges had the attention spans of goldfish. There was only one thing that got you through the day.
The thought that after work, you had a nice warm bath to look forward to. And your boyfriend, though after a long day of work, he was second to a relaxing bath.
"Maaaaaaaattie. I'm home." You trilled, kicking off your shoes and throwing your briefcase to the floor. It made a small thudding sound, nearly sending a lamp toppling over. You shuffled through the house, looking for your reclusive Canadian boyfriend.
He was nowhere to be found. Which was normal, he was always heading off to the woods. It wouldn't surprise you if he was part tree and part bear. Then again, he might be a decedent of the Yeti.
Giggling at the idea, you hurried into the bedroom. Grabbing your undergarments, you stripped, wrapping a towel around your body. You peeked into the living
(2P!EnglandxReader) The Brownie2P!EnglandxReader(2P!EnglandxReader) The Brownie in General Fiction More Like This
For most people cleaning is a job that is preformed quickly. A duty that is a boring necessity. For others, cleaning is a habit, something that is done at the end of every day.
For you, cleaning was nothing, mainly because you never had to. Not anymore.
Not since a Brownie had decided to make it's home in your walls.
At first you had thought that the tiny scratching noises and low chattering in the walls was a mouse. But then you noticed the small changes in your house.
Clothing you had left on the floor was suddenly clean and neatly folded on your dresser. Dishes left in the sink vanished, magically reappearing in their respected cupboards clean and dry. The house was no longer dusty and every room looked as if it had never been touched, much less lived in.
You first had thought that you might be sleep cleaning, it seemed probable and an option not to dismiss. However you soon came to realize that there was some
2P-CanadaxReader part 2 Finale2P-CanadaxReader2P-CanadaxReader part 2 Finale in General Fiction More Like This
Only a month and three days left in Canada. All that time with nothing to do.
You had already seen all the sights after the tall Canadian, Matthew had left. The two and a half days spent with him were probably the most interesting so far.
You missed Kuma, the wolf wasn't as scary as he had first appeared, more like a giant puppy then a large beast. And if you allowed yourself to think on the matter, you admitted that you also missed the Matthew. But you tried not to think about him.
Flopping down on your bed, you flipped open your phone. Time to bug Alfred.
"YO! This is Al."
"Hi _______. What's up?"
"YEAH! I've done everything interesting!" You heard him grumble something.
"So what am I supposed to do? Send you a puzzle?" His tone was whiny and uncaring.
'S.O.B' You though venomously 'It's your fault I'm here.'
"Can you give me Mattie's number?"
Oops, that slipped o
2P-CanadaxReader2P!CanadaxReader2P-CanadaxReader in General Fiction More Like This
Come to Canada they said.
It'll be an adventure they said.
It was an adventure alright. An adventure in snow vill.
Your best friend Alfred had suggested you go to Canada. Your parents had agreed that it was a good idea.
Had anyone asked you if you wanted to go?
Of course not.
They had said it would be a great chance for you to experience the rural wilderness. So then they decide the only way you could do this was to rent a log cabin.
In the middle of a frickin' forest.
Sometimes you really didn't get your parents.
Personally you would have rather stayed at home. In your room, on your laptop. You really weren't a nature person. Sure it was nice to take walks from time to time on footpaths next to the river. But live for two months in the middle of nowhere? Really not for you.
Actually it had surprised you that your parents had taken a suggestion from Al into consideration. They thought he was a no good hooligan a
Demon!PrussiaxReader More than a snackDemon!PrussiaxreaderDemon!PrussiaxReader More than a snack in General Fiction More Like This
More than a snack
You glowered at your reflection in the dusty mirror, wondering how it had come to this. your fingers tapped lightly against the ugly purple bruise nestled in the crook of your neck.
Scratch that, you knew exactly how this had happened. All because of a stupid desire, a childish wish.
You sat on the edge of your bed, trying to hold back the wave of tears. You were suffering internally.
Suffering from the taunts of the other girls at school, suffering from the sexually harassment the boys seemed to enjoy putting you through. Suffering from the Teachers ridicule and lack of interest in the bullying.
"Damn Them, Damn them all to hell." You whispered. flopping onto your bed and burying your face in the covers. A few tears escaped, sliding down your face, leaving a salty wet trail behind them.
"You know, it's not very nice being damned." a lightly accented voice spoke up. Yo
FrancexReader Door of PicturesFrancexReaderFrancexReader Door of Pictures in General Fiction More Like This
Door of Pictures
They say that bad things happen in threes. And you could certainly see all three things you had done wrong.
You should have never agreed to go to the party with Elizabeta.
You should have never accepted the bottle of beer Alfred gave you.
And You should have never let your drunk, best friend Francis get you alone.
When you had both woken up the next morning and realized what happened, things became extremely awkward. Then you had both agreed that maybe it was better if you weren't friends anymore.
Not that you wanted that. You were upset about losing your best friend. Angry for being so stupid.
And then you were even more pissed at yourself. Because you were pregnant. How were you supposed to do this on your own?
You told no one. Not even Elizabeta, who felt guilty about the whole ordeal. It was your fault, your problem. But you could only hide the fact for so long. Baggy clothes only covered so much.
I think you left a piece of you in me.This tangled mess you call a heart,I think you left a piece of you in me. in Free Verse More Like This
daisy veins & sin;
She's bringing me down.
& you were merely shivering
pressing winter bones
against my sun-stricken mouth,
darkness searching for a home
buried in my lungs.
You whispered breathe me
lovely in the inhale/exhale
of carbon dioxide suicide.
She speaks only of you now,
lonely & mourning beats-
Crack open this damn ribcage;
Shy moon,i've got love carved into honeysuckle wrists,Shy moon, in Free Verse More Like This
a murder of crows in my throat,
& a pack of wolves at my back.
i want to know truths behind these myth eyes, &
the distant galaxies under your fingertips.
but, love me. love me, Love.
show me what's beyond Grimm fairy tales
spare me your ribs;
this skyscraper heart
needs a place to go.
respiration.i am shipwrecked fever;respiration. in Free Verse More Like This
& she is denied oxygen.
i taste sirens on the shore
of her collarbones,
& salt-licked sea limbs.
but, it's the natural disaster
wrapped around her coral spine
that really has my lungs
BloodI've got a filthy mouth,Blood in Free Verse More Like This
& a house of stars
thriving in my throat.
& I still have yet to tame
this grounded constellation
I call my temple. -Slithering
tongue hissing too many
"fuck you's" against my teeth.
I fear I will write myself hollow-
or until my bones are corroded away
& I am nothing-
an insignificant nebula
orbiting the wrong atmosphere.
But, my veins bleed sweet ichor,
& words are only words, Mother.
Hear me howl.Tell me again, Father,Hear me howl. in Free Verse More Like This
I’m the perfect daughter-
when all I want to be
is the crescent moons
resting like strong soldiers
in the grooves of my palms.
I am but
quaking with frostbite,
numbed with rage.
A wolf's jaw:
locked, teeth tearing
into the chilled flesh
of your neck.
NaPoWriMo: Day 6It’s hard enoughNaPoWriMo: Day 6 in Free Verse More Like This
to love her skin on good days,
to wide eyed strangers
as if to fill the emptiness
in her own gut;
she lives on a diet of sad stories &
you must shed your own skin
to save it.]
NaPoWriMo: Day 4I might have a scrappers knees,NaPoWriMo: Day 4 in Free Verse More Like This
wildflowers growing on my knuckles,
& I might remind you of every nasty thing
you ever did,
but I don’t see you in my mirror.
I just have the right
to hate my own face.
I think this hitchhiker’s heart
is breaking &
I don’t have the medical skill-
or the time
to suture the pieces
back together again.
( 4/04/2014 )Everything here is so fucking( 4/04/2014 ) in Free Verse More Like This
loud and this dragon eyed girl
doesn’t feel like filtering
She doesn’t want to answer
the phone today, either, so-
she stuffs her ears with
her mouth with new
as she kisses
socks now too
their mixed &
Real ladies wouldn’t
dare step outside
wearing one pink
& one green sock,
but she’s no lady.-
A red lipped hermit
holding a knife to her
own throat, screaming-
the sun and
the rain on her face
for the first time
Oh poets with your
pretty words and
this is what true
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in her chest.
she's got skin
unworthy to write
she tapes those
to her limbs
NaPoWriMo: Day 2sometimes,NaPoWriMo: Day 2 in Free Verse More Like This
i have this
sudden urge to cut
most of the time,
i just wish I were anything
other than me.
a rocket ship, a bird-
the sweet flavored smoke
I promised my girlfriend
these briar patch lungs
would not in.hale.
i have fallen in love
with the strangest of things-
eyes that intimidate
the way my scars
play hide and seek
with her hands. -
the love letters
that start and end
pressed against limbs.
i make promises
i know i can not keep.
but if i were a liar
i would say i was tired
of writing to the stars.