a letter to ethanyou're fifteen minutes away.a letter to ethan in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
that's a quarter of an hour, that's ten miles, that's space enough that i never have to see you again.
but still i feel my heart beating like a rabbit's foot against my rib.
i'm a girl still in denial
of being a woman with
breasts and hips and a womb.
i'm a child with my heart and i will surrender it foolishly
to the first boy to give me roses and push them into my hair.
i don't know how to love,
the way i don't know how how to stop.
but let me tell you this- it happens.
they both do.
i loved your fragile brown eyes like i'd never seen a warmer fire.
i sank my bones like an anchor to your earthly vessel and called it home.
i staggered home drunk every weekend we were together
by word only.
and i felt myself falling apart when i sighed
with sleepy repetition as we exhausted the same jokes as ever,
just a million miles different.
my mind drifted but i loved you.
the feathered finches in my chest were beat
write what hurtsi'm here to tell youwrite what hurts in Free Verse More Like This
about fire and living
& how both burn even if you ignore them
it's not about what feels good
it's about what doesn't
cornering what hurts
and exposing it
really displaying it
pedestal on high
for what it is
and not what it pretends to be
you are not living
until you hurt
you can't be alive
if all you know is comfort
comfort is only a sign
that you are doing what you know
it is admittance of limitation
because you are human
and only know so much
and it's agonising to think
that you can be comfortable with that
and not want to reach out
and touch every thing you find
and read every book you see
and hear every sound you can
because enough is never enough
is never enough is always
in lieu of emptinessi have theories spinning websin lieu of emptiness in Free Verse More Like This
in the corners of my head
about the tricks,
with which i play to make myself
into something less clear,
a less recognisable wolf
in a girl's clothing.
the reflections i make
as i look in the still sea
the moon sweeps across the surface
and shines something brighter
and i feel softer,
instead of sleepwalking,
i am awake.
sometimes a nerve impulse
skips from skin to skin
until our mouths become
lost in wide apertures,
and sheets become rivers.
at this moment my arms unfurl
like vines, hands like leaves
and i open, a midnight blossom,
leaving the sickness and sadness
and falsity in the soil.
i become something of a trellis
for you as you grow-
feel shame for this.
you wheedle roots into steadier soil
and it holds the trembling lattice tight.
i am kept in place-
my legs become stable
in your earth.
you arei want a city ruinedyou are in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
every time you love me.
i want to show how loudly i shake,
enough to break
faults and how it will never be yours,
and bring down skylines
when you aren't here.
there are seven weeks until my blood runs blank,
but it is so full tonight
it could drown a man.
i hope it drowns you,
the way it carries the only beautiful thing about me
my heart, my love.
it's time you pull together
your telephone wires and breathe stars
back into my body-
it was so dark without you.
there was no moon,
just the kind of black
you know could be no emptier.
i am effulgent again
with the ways i've needed to feel,
i am bursting with fire
instead of hurting, i heal,
and i'm still bright enough
to be burning like god speaks.
i myself speak too loud.
it's what happens at night when i let you love me
and my body writhes with glee
over something it has never known.
i'm afraid to wake the neighbours, or the sisters i'm loving as my own.
when i'm embarrassed by myself,
i won't ask you to hold
to be sadto be sadto be sad in Free Verse More Like This
would to be
feeling fresh air
in withered lungs.
instead i sit,
in stagnant misery,
and weeping wounds
and opened wounds
and clotted blood.
to hear the walls
chatter with criticisms
is an ache in my heart,
to know that i am of
empty worth in the eyes
my efforts are passed by
under the single blue eye
overseeing the universe.
i am unknown,
to be sad with my tears wiped away
would be the kindest motion
the fates could bestow.
mascarai don't know why i wear mascara when it always ends up on my cheeks by night.mascara in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
the moon is full but i am not. i'm hungry but it's mostly my eyes. i want to eat the city and the lights, swallow stars and coins in the fountains.
instead i'm alone in my apartment, with no glass but small windows facing the brick walls of my neighbours. i am empty except for the bricks which weigh heavily and hollowly at once. i swallow nothing but city air and exhaust, fumigating my lungs in hopes of eradicating the lacke thereof.
i am full of tears that were locked up since i was sixteen, pressurised in the marrow of my bones to the point of begrudging congestion. bitterness is what makes eyelashes grow-- there should be no surprise that i can't see.
liari am good at lying.liar in Free Verse More Like This
look at my face.
see my teeth, lips
pulled from gums,
see my bracelets
sparkle when my eyes
don't look at my wrists
do not worry-
i am smiling
wide, just for you.
personificationi am a whisper no one else can hear.personification in Free Verse More Like This
yes, your butt looks huge,
yes, he will leave you
if you tell him how you really feel,
and no, you are never enough.
just because only you can hear me,
it doesn't mean i am any less real.
i will tint everything you see
like a pair of cheap sunglasses
with one lens opaque
so that you cannot see anything clearly
and your perception is skewed.
i am in the pilot's seat
and you will be mine
the second you let your guard down.
your heartstrings will connect my piano strings
as i hammer them down and knot with pain;
i will break you to your knees
and hit them to the pavement
like a child in the summer.
i will beat you into the earth
and offer you a hand,
but use it only to strike you
across the face.
i will always leave a handprint.
i am insecurity,
are all my
emotion, embodiedthere are thingsemotion, embodied in Free Verse More Like This
living in me
that bring the floor
to my knees-
powers like concrete
of my bones
filled with something
i have been
holding my breath
for so long
that i am scared
to let my body
or give vessels,
living in me,
the means to
i pray to god,
a being unseen,
that i will
kill off these things
living inside me;
all i manage
is kill off
i don't see myself when i look in the mirrormy mirror shows mei don't see myself when i look in the mirror in Free Verse More Like This
a woman with the face of a daughter,
with a body tainted by years
of scars and starvation,
and ruined by a set of hands
the woman can hardly remember.
it does not show,
myself to myself.
there are wide blue eyes
and bags of gold
hanging off the chest,
and i know this is me
but it is not my soul-
to a place where it
a burden of destruction,
a simmering funeral pyre,
is not that place.
Partners [ Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader ] IPartners [ Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader ] I in Romance More Like This
“Kuroo, they’ve made contact. Let’s move.”
“Oi, I thought I was the one calling the shots around here.”
“Maybe you would if you’d pay more attention to the situation instead of trying to seduce me!”
You pulled your Glock from its holster and began to move to your designated position. Kuroo Tetsurou followed close behind, making sure that your six was covered.
“Target is en route, I repeat, target is en route,” your fellow teammate Shimizu Kiyoko announced over the communications unit. “Oikawa-san’s team will meet with (last)-san’s. From there, you’ll move in on the shooter while Azumane-san’s and Sawamura-san’s teams come in from the opposite side.”
A chorus of “rogers
12 Aspects [ Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader ] 9|1212 Aspects [ Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader ] 9|12 in Romance More Like This
She’s willing to compromise.
“Tetsu, my parents want us to come visit them in tomorrow.”
Kuroo was reading through one of his many stacks of papers while you stood there and gawked at him. He looked up at you curiously. “Did you need something else?”
“Well, no, but -- you’re not going to complain?”
Blinking, you walked up to the bed and took a seat at the edge. “It’s just -- everytime I mention visiting my parents, you always talk about how much my dad hates you or something. Did something happen while I wasn’t looking or...?”
“Right,” the man replied easily, looking back down at his papers lest you saw the alarm in his eyes at your sudden prodding. “Your dad and I became the best of friends over a nice phone call last night.”
“Of course not, stupid.”
Pouting, you plucked the papers from his han
12 Things [ Yamazaki Sousuke x Reader ] 5|1212 Things [ Yamazaki Sousuke x Reader ] 5|12 in Romance More Like This
He can cook.
You looked up from your book and saw Sousuke towering over you with a steaming spoon in hand. Eyeing it curiously, you tilted your head. “What is it?”
“Chicken noodle soup. For your cold.”
“What?” you gasped incredulously. “You were actually cooking?”
The man’s lips turned down with discontent. “Fine, don’t try it then,” he muttered. For someone who was sick, you were still as sardonic as ever about him being in the kitchen.
As he turned away, you immediately felt bad about teasing him and scrambled up to stop him. However, you ended up getting tangled in your blanket and falling to the floor. “Ouch.”
“Stupid, that’s what you get,” he called from the kitchen.
“Sousuke, you meanie!” you shot back. But you re-wrapped the blanket around yourself and followed the man back to the stove. Putting your head between his shoulderblades, y
12 Aspects [ Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader ] 8|1212 Aspects [ Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader ] 8|12 in Romance More Like This
She is more than happy to tell you when you’re wrong.
“You know that was totally uncalled for, right?”
“It’s fine. He deserved it.”
Kuroo sighed exasperatedly and ran a hand through his messy hair. “(Name), he was trying to make a pass at you.”
Kuroo and your’s friend from high school, Bokuto Kotarou, was moving into the city, and he needed a place to stay while the movers were getting his things to his new apartment. The darker haired man was the one who consented to having his friend stay at your place for a couple days while he was getting situated, and you had no objections to it. And while Bokuto was an extremely energetic and sometimes simple-minded man, he was decent and tried at least to help out around the house since you had refused to take any kind of payment for letting him stay.
Earlier, while you had been making dinner, Bokuto was helping you in the kitchen while Kuroo was on h
I'll Be Home [ Hinata Shouyou x Reader ]I'll Be Home [ Hinata Shouyou x Reader ] in Romance More Like This
A/N: Imagine that you’re in college already o u o
Anytime now. Aaaanytime.
You stared intensely at your phone, waiting for a text notification to go off. At the rate you were going, you probably could have drilled a hole through your phone and even through your bed, maybe your floor, too.
Twenty minutes had passed since Hinata Shouyou’s last text. If he was busy, the least he could have done was say goodbye! Seriously, just what was he doing?
“Shouyou,” you muttered, “You idiot! You always do this to me!”
Just as you were about to throw your phone across the bed, it vibrated. Finally, he responded! Although the response wasn’t something you wanted to read.
>Sorry, I won’t make it in time for Christmas….forgive me?
Attached was a picture of Hinata making puppy dog eyes at you and being cute. He always pulled that card whenever you were upset. And it worked every. Time.
You sighed dejectedly, but smiled nonetheles
Restless [ Husband!Azumane Asahi x Reader ] 2|30Restless [ Husband!Azumane Asahi x Reader ] 2|30 in Romance More Like This
Azumane Asahi could have sworn that he could single-handedly wear down a path in the hallway from the amount of pacing he was doing. He was rubbing his hands together until they felt raw, biting his nails until they were stubs, checking the door for any signs of movement on the other side.
"It's going to be fine," his friend Tanaka assured. "Things are just taking a bit long."
Asahi bit his lip. "But it's been too long, hasn't it? Something isn't right here."
Eight hours ago, you went into labor. Another hour later, you were taken to the operating room. 15 minutes passed with no signs of anyone coming out of that OR. Even 10 minutes after, there was still no sign.
"Asahi," his other friend Daichi said sympathetically. "I think you should sit down for now."
"(Name)-san is strong," Tanaka added. "She's gonna be fine."
The never ending feeling of anxiety and fear roiled inside the ace player. He could feel nausea begin to creep on him. “Something just feels
Bedtime [ Hinata Shouyou x Reader ]Bedtime [ Hinata Shouyou x Reader ] in Romance More Like This
The feeling of falling jolted you from your sleep and you barely caught yourself in the nick of time before having a very up-close and personal encounter with the floor. Confused, you sat up and looked blearily around the room and your bed. Hinata was face-down, draped across the entirety of your mattress, and somehow even managing to take up your side, too.
“Dammit, Shouyou,” you grumbled, shoving the body with all your might to the other side of the bed to make room for yourself. He mumbled something incoherent, but bent to your will and moved over.
You sleep like a monster…
Settling beneath the covers again, you tried to forget about the fact that your boyfriend nearly shoved you off the bed. You thanked the heavens that you had the day off, so sleeping in was a very welcomed possibility and that him waking you up was just a minor setback.
“More ramen, please,” Hinata mumbled, causing you to jump in surprise at the suddenness of his voice.
12 Things [ Yamazaki Sousuke x Reader ] 9|1212 Things [ Yamazaki Sousuke x Reader ] 9|12 in Romance More Like This
He tells you he loves you although he doesn’t really have to – you can feel that he loves you.
It was only a day, but you missed him like crazy already.
Sousuke was having a guy’s session with Rin and a couple other friends from high school, which involved camping out for a few days in some forest a few hours away from where you lived. Of course, you didn’t want to keep him for yourself, so you urged him to go along and have fun, assuring him that you’d be fine on your own.
Well, you thought you’d be fine on your own.
At first, you were alright. It wasn’t so bad, and Haru was enough to keep you company after you came home from work. The only issue you had was trying to fall asleep later that night.
The queen bed that you and Sousuke shared seemed cramped when he was in it -- he tended to take up a lot of space while the two of you slept. Now, it was obnoxiously large and quite cold. No matter how long you laid there, you couldn’t
12 Things [ Yamazaki Sousuke x Reader ] 12|1212 Things [ Yamazaki Sousuke x Reader ] 12|12 in Romance More Like This
Without you, he loses himself; you’ve become a part of him because he wants to keep a part of you.
You stared at the dimly lit space before you, heart thumping hard. For what seemed like the 50th time that night, you rolled on your back and let out a shuddering breath.
“Can’t sleep?” Sousuke asked beside you. His hand searched for yours in the dark.
“No,” you whispered, squeezing his fingers hard and biting your lip. “I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep all night.”
“Tomorrow’s the day, huh?” he chuckled and also bit his lip.
Just the mention of it was enough to send you bouncing off the walls. You let out a whisper-scream and rolled over so you could hug the man tightly. “Tomorrow’s the day!”
Sousuke pressed a kiss to you forehead with a smile. “I think you might be more excited about this than me.”
“Well, of course I am!” you replied, propping yourself up on
12 Aspects [ Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader ] 3|1212 Aspects [ Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader ] 3|12 in Romance More Like This
To him, you would always be the most beautiful woman in the world. Even when you laughed a little too much to the point where your face was hideously contorted, even when you were angry at him and deep, disapproving lines were drawn in your face, even when you were crying your eyes out with boogers running down your nose, you would always be stunning in his eyes.
A friend of his was getting married. Of course, his plus one was you -it'd probably always be you - and he had sprung the question out of the blue, in bed, the morning of. Well, probably not the best question to ask the morning of.
"...YOU WAITED UNTIL THE LAST POSSIBLE SECOND TO ASK ME?" you shouted at him in disbelief.
Kuroo cringed at the volume of your voice. It was still too early for yelling. "Sorry, it slipped my mind."
Immediately, you were on your feet and dashing to the closet to look for a dress you could wear. "God, if you had told me beforehand, I could've went out and gotten a new dress!
Canada: Win or LoseCanada: Win or Lose in General Fiction More Like This
Aria squirmed for the tenth time that minute in her father, Canada’s, lap. “Daddy, when’s the commercial gonna be over.” She groaned as another advert for a worthless product came on the television.
“Soon,” Canada said not taking his eyes off the TV.
“But I’m bored!”
Sighing Canada tried to control his temper. He always got moody while watching hockey. It wasn’t wise to interrupt him or insult hockey in anyway. So America was booted from the house that night and the other countries had their various paperwork to complete. “How about we get you a snack, ok?”
“I have my apple juice,” Aria said holding up her sippy cup. Yawning she clutched her teddy bear closer and settled in again as the game came back on. Montreal Canadians vs. the Toronto Maple Leafs “Daddy, who’s your favorite?”
“Montreal Canadians,” Canada said without thinking.
Aria looked up at him with her big brown e
Nekotalia: A Kiddie SpecialNekotalia: A Kiddie Special in General Fiction More Like This
Small steps could be heard on the wooden stairs as Aria carefully walked down them, “Percy…Percy! Where are you?” Walking into the family room she found Percy’s bell ball, looking about she called out again, “Percy!”
A small ‘meow’ could be heard from under the stairs. Running over to the stairs she opened the small door.
“When did this get here?” Aria mused to herself aloud. Walking in she found it was pitch black, whimpering slightly at her fear of the dark she shied away slightly from the opening.
However upon hearing another soft mewl she ventured further into the odd compartment. Aria reached around for Percy, but came up with nothing.
Tears came into her eyes. “P-Percy…I’m scared…please come back.”
Reaching out again she found a fluffy tail. Frowning slightly she didn’t recognize it. Percy’s was a shorthair.
“Mon Dieu!” The tail frizzled slightly and Aria let go.
EnglandxReaderx2p!England: Enemy WithinEnglandxReaderx2p!England: Enemy Within in Romance More Like This
You giggled as Arthur kissed your nose. “Arthur, stop it!”
“Why? He asked in that charming accent of his, “You taste too good!” Roughly he tickled your sides and you squealed again. And put up a very weak attempt to get away from him.
“Arthur Kirkland!” you gasped, “Can’t…breath!”
Your boyfriend stopped and kissed your nose again, “Sorry, love.” You snuggled into his arms once again and craned your neck to look at him. “I love you.”
Turning slightly pink you smiled, “Thank you.”
Arthur noticed you avoided the question, but said nothing on it. You kissed his jaw and closed your eyes. Drifting off to sleep together on the couch.
“Poppet…open your eyes my little starshine….”
Stretching yourself slightly you noticed Arthur wasn’t there anymore. Opening your eyes you were met with two swirling blue and pink pools. Giving out a shar
Magician!EnglandxReader: Arthur the GreatArthur smiled as his eyes caught yours in the crowd. His confidence boosted tenfold as he started his next trick.Magician!EnglandxReader: Arthur the Great in General Fiction More Like This
The crowd ‘ooo’d and ‘aww’d as Arthur finished his show. “Thank you, ladies and gentleman!” With that he left the stage and went backstage.
“Hello, Arthur,” you said as he walked through the door. You were lounging on his couch waiting for him to return from his show.
“_________,” he said smiling. Slowly he sat down next to you. “How have you been?” he asked kissing you gently.
“As good a wife can be while he husband has been away for so long,” you said giving him a small kiss on the nose.
Arthur smiled, “You could come with me you know?”
You pouted, “Would you really want your wife and three children with you as well?”
“Ma! Can we come in now?” Alfred called from outside the door.
“Sure,” you shouted back and all three boys ran in.
2p!EnglandxReader: Normal People2p!EnglandxReader: Normal People in Romance More Like This
“Ollie!” you sing-sang to your husband. “Help me bake a cake for our new neighbors.”
Oliver Kirkland poked his head into the kitchen as you pulled out the necessary ingredients. “Neighbors?”
Allen and Matthiu ran in behind Oliver, “Cake!” Your two sons took their place on your legs, pulling and begging.
“Let daddy do it!” Allen said.
Matthiu joined in, “Yeah, he puts the interesting stuff.”
You frowned, “Now boys. These people are new to the neighborhood and we’ll greet them properly. That means no hockey sticks or nailed baseball bats…” you looked to your husband, “and no...interesting stuff.”
Your husband frowned and walked over to you. Only to be met by hissing from your sons. Ever since the twins had been born they had completely adored you, but hated their father. Oliver was heartbroken that his sons didn’t seem to like him. And now that Pete was able to walk and talk
AmericaxReader: Video Game Junkies“_____________!” Alfred shouted into your ear from the telephone.AmericaxReader: Video Game Junkies in Romance More Like This
“God, Alfred, what is your problem?” you said after the ringing in your ears ceased. “Do you know how loud you are?”
You could hear the rustling of plastic in the background and an excited Alfred continued, “Dude, you’ll never guess what game I got!”
“Wouldn’t hazard a guess…”
“SUPER AWESOME TOTALLY MEGA ULTRA EXPLOSIONISTIC DIE-KILLER….THREE!”
You nearly dropped the phone. That game wasn’t due to release until later in the year, “You have it? You’re not just yanking my chain so I’ll watch another scary movie with you?”
“Dude I would never lie about something this cool, get your butt over here so we can start playing this sucker, Alfred over and out.”
Imminently you grabbed your keys and drove to Alfred’s house. When you got there you didn’t even bother to knock, y
Edward ElricxReader: Own AgendaYour hatred burned for him more than any human could imagine.Edward ElricxReader: Own Agenda in Romance More Like This
It was his fault they were gone.
You could never forgive him.
The Full Metal Alchemist.
You had followed him to his next location. It was a village that looked so much like the one he had destroyed.
He was staying at a local inn. You knew it was the best time to make your attack. He would pay for killing your parents and ruining your life. Knife in hand you snuck into his room.
Raising the dagger above his sleeping forum you grimaced.
“Stop!” an almost hallow voice called grabbing your arms.
“Let go!” you shouted trying to squirm from the unknown person.
An alert, but still sleepy voice asked, “What’s going on.” He was awake. The Full Metal Alchemist looked at you. Your knife had fallen to the floor. “What were you…?”
“MURDERER!” you shouted angrily still struggling madly. “Let me go! You cold hearted murderers!”
The Full Metal Alchemist pic
Neko!RussiaxNeko!Reader: Russian Cats Aren't ScaryNeko!RussiaxNeko!Reader: Russian Cats Aren't Scary in Romance More Like This
It was a day just like any other. Americat was, although not meaning to, beating you up. His games were way to rough for a delicate kitty like you. And when he told you to stop he didn't, he just didn't seem to understand that you weren't a strong cat like him.
The 'games' were getting worse and worse as the cold war went on. Americat told you you had to be ready in case you were attacked and his 'games' got tougher and tougher until you couldn't take it anymore.
You ran away.
Ran away from Loudmouth and Americat. It was freezing outside, before you were never allowed outside and were bred for an indoor cat's life. But desperate times called for desperate measures.
You mewed pitifully as you bumped into something hard. It was a large brown cat with lots of fur. "Please don't hurt me."
"I won't hurt you," he said smiling. Your natural instincts told you otherwise.
"P-please, I don't have any food I swear. I haven't eaten in days," you whimpered.
The large cat licked your forehead kindly
PrussiaxReader: I Hate Everything About YouEvery time we lie awakePrussiaxReader: I Hate Everything About You in Romance More Like This
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven't missed you yet
You laid awake in bed, tears staining your cheeks. You just kicked Gilbert out. His latest offence was a slap across your cheek that was starting to bruise. After he did it he tried to apologize, but you didn’t listen and kicked him out of the apartment the two of you shared.
Every roommate kept awake
By every sigh and scream we make
All the feelings that I get
But I still don't miss you yet
The sad thing about it was, you still loved him. Right now you hated him, but underneath it all you knew that no matter what you would still love him. However this cycle of hate and love had to stop, one way or the other.
Only when I stop to think about it
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?
“_____________, please open the door,” Gilbert called out. He was still there, trying to apologize to you. For hours you ignored it. &
LithuaniaxReader: These Scars we HoldLithuaniaxReader: These Scars we Hold in Romance More Like This
“Liet,” you said softly using your nickname for him. “Please go to the beach with me?”
Your boyfriend/lover/ect… shook his head, “No.”
“Why not?” you asked, “Poland got you these nice new pair of swim trunks and invited us to go to the beach. It’s obvious he wants to see you in them.”
Lithuania sighed and shook his head. “I-I just don’t want to.”
You frowned, “Is it because you can’t swim. Cause you don’t even have to get in the water if you don’t want to. We could always walk on the beach and look for seashells.”
“N-no thank you, __________,” Lithuania said.
“Then you leave me no choice,” you said and stood up. Leaving a confused Lithuania behind you, you went to your room. In there you dug around your desk until you found it. Walking back you said, “I hereby use my coupon.”
Lithuania had given you coupons for
She WolfShe could hear himShe Wolf in Free Verse More Like This
in the corner of her mind
in that secret place
she thought she'd left behind
Calling to her
waiting for her
in the dark
Long had he
been by her side
she couldn't remember
for such a long time
He was gone
they said they'd ended him
tossed him to the side
somewhere she'd never find
What else could she do
she was blind
Out of her mind with
coming from that
dark place she thought
she'd locked away
Even gone though
he'd found her out
and was there to stay
These people who could see
what did they know
of the darkness in the soul
what did they know
of being lost and alone
gnashing ones teeth
in unending deep
to do anything
unleashed the beast
gave in to the side
she swore she'd never
near the end
Nothing but a
hostage in a fight
to ensure the other side's
a cheating means to
defeat without complication
With a sigh
Her LoveEver alone nowHer Love in Free Verse More Like This
A newborn in an
tired little smile
His father gone
in an unending war
never will come home
"it will never go
the way you want it
give him away
so the darkness
will not stay"
But she looks
sea blue eyes
there is not a
speck of darkness
in his soul
Though his father
threatening to swallow who
he is or was
Their child is a
in this dark time
take her child or
drag them down
she will never
In the face of her
and unbending will
and unending love If she awakens
Every demon will flee
and the Earth itself
at her whim
WhyAfterWhy in Free Verse More Like This
Everything that happened
still you wonder why
After all the bodies
the ashes in the sky
After how you stood there
not able to move
wanting to stay
wishing you could fight
give more than you got
more than a bite on the arm
a scratch on someone's face
After you watched me
fighting for you
I felt the burning in your soul
a small flame grow to
After I drove them away
like the demon they call me
you came alive
and I loved the light in
So different than the
emptiness which had been
after our first meeting
You saw past
the scaly skin I wear
that is why
You sang to me
and fed me
snuck out on cold nights
asked me questions
and pet me
and when you heard
my quiet voice
in your mind
you were not afraid
We made a bond and decided
after we left that burning village
Nothing and no one
come between us
if we die
We die together
RealitySometimes, I think 'reality' is not reallyReality in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
'this world, here, now, truth'
a simple word to gloss over, mask my feeling of
'I run, I hide, I deny my own heart and do not allow myself to be free.
I focus, I better myself, this is reality.
I will not let myself dream of things
which will never happen, what is in my heart will never be.'
WakeIt wasWake in Free Verse More Like This
but a dream
as she'd seemed
were naught but
her demon fangs were
She'd said goodbye
to her loves she
All was blackness
all was pain
for a moment
Until she woke
and it was gray
six feet under
Cut to the bone
Is what she remembered
at least what she felt
But now that ended
she became someone else
When they came to
tend to her grave
three months later
and she called their names
They dared dig
in the dead of night
to not catch attention
She heard them gasp
it was not a lie?
The warm hands
after the sound of
the coffin opening
Pulling her out
holding her close
when she couldn't stand
was it Neverland?
To Wish Upon The StarsThe night sky is breathtakingTo Wish Upon The Stars in Free Verse More Like This
even dead stars still visible
so ethereal and full of mystery and wonder
And on nights when you want to cry and shriek and scream so loud
no one can ever hear again
You wish you could rip them from their pedestals and bury them in your soul
Roses"There she is," someone whispered from the neghboring yard as Heather tended her roses--black, white, and red. "She's there almost every day since they moved in three weeks ago."Roses in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She hadn't been known as Mai since she was six, her dark hair had been dyed to a golden blond with a little curl to it, and stayed that way. She explained it to her now brown-haired brother as "my hair agreed to stay gold and curly to help us hide." The glasses weren't much of a stretch either, everything the black roses had done to her brain had messed with her vision some.
The real roses had been brought over from their last home--with the care she gave them and the love she had for them, they were doing quite well.
"Heather," Brian-Zach-called from the porch, "May I talk with you for a second?"
She already knew. Wants me to be normal. A pretty pink rose. But he'll always be red like the blood stained faces, they'll always have black, misty hearts, and I'll always be white--or am I gray? Lovingly, she
HorizonLine of the horizonHorizon in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
is like an edge
the boundary between
the beginning of the universe and
everything I know of my small world
How It HappenedShe only wanted him to stay.How It Happened in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She hadn't thought it would be so difficult for him, that his sense of duty-and gratefulness-would be so strong. His country had done so much for him.
Well, so had she.
Just thinking about it now made her feel like a selfish b-, divorcing him before he went overseas again. And died.
Yet, it was still there, that little twinge in her chest.
Why was it so terrible, just wanting him to stay? Why couldn't he have stayed? Every time she thought she'd accepted it, every time she thought maybe this is the last time, there was another. Vague thoughts turned into internal matches, turned into discussions with him, became ... disagreements. One could never do enough, but he'd done enough. He had a daughter, and his wife wanted him to see her grow up. To be a part of her life, instead of 'keeping them safe' somewhere else.
That stubbornness of his. A kiss on her cheek. Making up. Promising her everything would be alright. Not unders
RunningShe just keeps runningRunning in Free Verse More Like This
Time flows by
and mock her
So she runs
and people leave
moods flit and fly
Anger and sorrow
love and happiness
She never looks
to the right or the left
She just keeps
If she pauses
comes crashing down
and she loses
And she cannot
allow that to be
So she keeps
Kiss of a Mermaid Part 3Several hours after the the captive mermaid's transformation, the traveling group stopped at a section of the jungle where the ground was crawling with roots so thick you could sit a hundred people on just one. The crewmates easily found places to sit and rest their aching feet while the captain took his daughter farther into the brush, out of earshot and out of sight. Wally carried the new boy in his arms over to a root far enough away from the others so he would not feel intimidated.Kiss of a Mermaid Part 3 in Romance More Like This
"There ya go," Wally said as he set him down. The other did not reply. The ginger sighed with frustration, but then something caught his eyes. He crouched down in front of the prisoner and surveyed his newly-formed legs covered in leaves and dirt and grass. "Dude, you're filthy."
Still no reply.
Wally withdrew a small towel from his pocket and began to gently wipe away the caked-on mud and the wet, clingy leaves that had jumped onto his legs after his tumble. The raven-haired boy blushed, the pink dustin
Scarves Chapter 1...?Note: Original story, though I would love it if you still read it.Scarves Chapter 1...? in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This was supposed to be a simple trip to a simple convenience store to get a simple bottle of green tea. No more, no less. Just tea. No interaction or looking or speaking. I got in okay, got the tea alright, but now I'm at the cash regisiter trying to pay for my drink and I don't need my mother's psychic powers to know something is about to go very very wrong.
I cringe at the rough, commanding tone sounding behind me. It's a man's voice, probably in his thirties, and spells nothing but trouble. I've heard this same tone so many times in my life that by know exactly what's about to happen. And it's not good.
"Hey, I'm talkin' to ya pal."
You can't blame me for trying to ignore them, can you?
I turn slowly to face my harasser. Yup. Just as I thought; big, mean, and ugly. Two men half his size flank his sides and I can't help but sigh internally. I direct my attention to the scarves wrapped a
BrokenAlfred's POVBroken in Drama More Like This
I know something is wrong as soon as I hear a crash. It's the sound of something breaking and I fear it's more than just a piece of fine china.
"Wally, wait! Please!"
Not more than I second later, I see Master Wallace come storming into the main hallway from my perch on the stairs. I believe the proper word to describe his expression is "pissed off." And there's a hint of hurt as well. Young Master Richard is behind him, right on his heels, face apologetic and pleading.
As Young Master Wallace wrenches open the door, Master Richard grabs hold of his shirt, hands trembling, and I am already making my way down the stairs.
"Let go of me, Dick."
"No! Wally, please don't leave! I didn't mean it! I-"
"Enough." The red-headed boy pushes Master Richard's hands away and my suspicions are unfortunately confirmed correct. "I'm done. It's over."
The door slams and not a second later, he's on the floor, sobbing.
"Good heavens!" is the only thing
InspirationWhy me?Inspiration in Romance More Like This
Being stuck with an English assignment is fine but having to write an entire short story in a week? That's impossible, even for me. And of all the genres, themes, and topics I could possibly get, I get Romance thrown at me. I can't write romance! That's, like, a girl thing!
For the 10th time this afternoon I slam my head hard against the solid, glass coffee table in defeat. I have no inspiration whatsoever. Zero. Zip. Nada. I'm empty.
How on Earth do people do this for a living?
Then I hear the mansion's welcoming doorbell ring and Alfred's there in an instant, opening the door with a tiny smile.
"Welcome, Young Master Wallace. Here at 3:30 as usual."
Wally walks in with a spring in his step and a giant grin on his face, freckled cheeks rising in joy. I sit up and lean back onto the back of the soft, leather couch with a small sigh. It's always great to see him and I love how even though he's late for everything else, he's never late to see me. As soon as he enters
One Step at a TimeHe's laughing.One Step at a Time in Romance More Like This
We're standing here in front of the monkey cage in Central City Zoo and Dick's beside me laughing as the animals inside try to fling smelly poo at our fellow onlookers. It's devilish in nature but absolutely angelic to me and itt drives me completely insane. In the good way. And it's how I know I've made the right choice for our first date ever.
It's been about a month since "we" became official, but because of school and superhero stuff, I haven't had a chance to to ask him out on a porper date. So when I heard we had a day off-from school and superhero duties, I jumped on the opportunity like a madman. I didn't want it to be the typical dinner-and-a-movie kind of date either, but I was at a total loss at what to do. Then Uncle Barry came home one night with a pair of free tickets to the zoo and gave them to me, saying that he couldn't take Aunt Iris because they were busy and stuff like that. I tried to ask him who gave them to him but all he would say is "from
Dad"You're never going to call me 'Father,' are you?" I ask Damian with a smirk as he stomps through the batcave with a small scowl. He stops for a moment and turns to me, blue eyes narrowing into a glare.Dad in General Fiction More Like This
"Never," he replies sharply. I just chuckle at his childish attitude before turning back to the Batcomputer to type in the report, the cave going silent. About halfway through, a word breaks through the silence, so soft I almost don't hear it.
"However..." I hear quietly behind me. I turn my head just enough to glance over my shoulder and catch a glimpse of the barely noticeable blush on Damian's cheeks before he looks away. I can't keep myself from smiling at it.
"I think the term 'Dad' would fit you better."
FineWally just held him.Fine in General Fiction More Like This
As the small boy in his arms shook, trembled, quivered, any other form of the word, he just held him. As his grip tightened on the fabric of his shirt to the point where it almost ripped in two, he just held him. As the hot tears poured down his flushed cheeks in streams and choked sobs tore their way out of his throat; as his knees tucked in closer and closer to his chest, and the pain in his heart became nearly unbearable, Wally just held him. Every cry cracked the red-headed teen's heart in a way that he never thought was possible. It hurt. It all hurt, ached, and despite what he let on, he was near his breaking point as well.
But he couldn't right now. He couldn't let it all out. At that moment his best friend needed some kind of stability, something solid to hold onto, and he'd be damned if he didn't give him that now. He didn't care if he'd be stuck in Dick's dark room all night. He didn't care if hunger was clawing at his stomach or that sleep was seducing h
AgainI, Wally West, am wearing a suit. No my usual superhero threads, but a tux. And I have to say I look pretty damn good. Why am I wearing this you ask? Well Batman told all of us to go to this dance at Gotham Academy to, and I quote, "look out for suspicious persons." That is the truth, but not the whole truth. He really wants us to go make sure nothing happens to Dick at that party, even though I'm the only one who will even recognize him.Again in Romance More Like This
Oh God have I screwed up things this time. I am the definition of stupid. I've screwed things up so bad you don't even wanna know how bad I screwed things up. He won't talk to me or even look at me. He'll even leave the room if I walk in.
Yeah. It's pretty damn bad.
With a sigh I walk out of my room and down the stairs where the rest of my teammates wait for my late ass. Kald'r and Supey are both wearing normal, dark suits, M'gann is wearing a simple blue spaghetti-strap dress, and Artemis...
"It took you two hours to look like
NothingAlone.Nothing in Drama More Like This
I'm alone in the blinding darkness with not a trace of light to be found. I can't hear anything, I don't feel anything, nothing. I try to call out someone's name but the words get caught in my throat and almost choke me. Panic starts to set in, setting my nerves and senses into overload.
Someone...anyone...where are you?
Then I catch a flash of light out of the corner of my eye and I spin around to see what's caused it. Wally's now there, standing in front of me, arms crossed and a playful smirk on his lips.
"What's up, dude?"
I've never been so happy to see him in my entire life. Not even that one time where I thought he was dead but came home a few hours later, beaten and battered, but still alive. I rush for him, ramming into him with a force I didn't know I had, wrapping my small arms around his strong torso. His warmth is familiar and comforting in this place full of uncertainity and I don't want to let it go. Not now, not ever. But just as I start think that I'm saf
A HugWith a bored, almost uninterested expression on his features, R.J. stood next to the magazine shelf, briskly flipping through the pages of one in particular and stopping occasionally every so often. Every single blink was slow, almost measured. The bags under his eyes seemed so prominent...he looked every ounce as much of the tired teenager that he was. With another sigh he snapped another thin, crisp page between his fingertips, letting a sigh float out from between his lips. He was no good at art and wondered why he was even reading the stupid thing. But it couldn't hurt...right?A Hug in Romance More Like This
Ugh, I hate this. I should be doing something-
A moment later a body crashed into him from behind at top speed, though neither of lost their balance. Two long arms wrapped around his small frame, one over his shoulder, the other circling tightly around his right arm. They held him firmly as this new person buried their face in the spot between his backside and neck, red strands of hair tickling the ex
Why I can never be the NoblesseHaving recently caught up with Noblesse, I realised there are many reasons for why I could never be allowed a position of that much power:Why I can never be the Noblesse in Humor More Like This
1. Frankenstein would be female and it would be a harem manga
2. Upon meeting all the female characters I'd be like:
"Hey there girl, what's your sign?". They stare at me like I'm outta my mind.
"Shin woo! Ah beer googles blind! I'm just tryin' ta unwind."
3. Since I have mind control and can modify memories I would seriously run through the streets butt-naked screaming 'AHHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHH' just lose it .3.
4. Upon watching Code Geass: "All hail Lukedonia!"
5. Upon watching Gundam: "For the principality of Lukedonia!"
6. Upon watching My Little Pony: "Frankstein, I wish to acquire one of these...cutie marks!"
7. Upon reading Twilight: "Frankstein...what is this HORRID inelegant THING. We must purge it immediately..."
8. Upon watching Avatar: The Last Airbender: "Frankstein I am shaving my head and painting an arrow on it. I want it
Dear Angry PersonIt has come to my attention that youDear Angry Person in Letters More Like This
are about as pleasant as a rank plate of lemons jammed down an old lady’s throathave some behavioural problems with regards to your interactions with the community. This is not good for you and for that reason; I hope you will read this letter.
Considering that your actions reflect badly on you as a
walking sack of organic waste that is sucking up our airartist, I thought that I would step in and offer my own take on things. I hope within this letter to assist you in removing the metallic rod you have jammed so far up your posterior!by explaining to you that your behaviour ,which reminded me of a repugnant cat-lady swearing at the kids on her lawn,was improper, considering the circumstances and the alternative.
You see, I too am an individual that has trouble controlling his emotions. I strive very hard not to say what I am truly thinking as more often than not, you
Graduation DayGraduation Day:Graduation Day in Free Verse More Like This
They told us we would be alright...
We had fought with honour and won our titles.
We had overcome trials together -
Watching dozens of our siblings fall in the line of duty.
For this they had promised us, a wondrous welcome;
A bountiful world of adventure, with a myriad of paths.
All this, they said, awaited us in the stone cities.
Large metropolises, where the working folk resided...
There were hundreds of us, who made that journey.
Walking miles across the scorching desert,
Clinging to a hope of the fortunes beyond.
Yet what awaited us was not a promised land -
Nor was it a life based on the merit we had earned...
Instead we found ourselves quarantined,
Pitching tents of inexperience-
Huddling together for comfort and warmth;
As the great gates of employment stood eerily silent.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 18 June 2013
Under YouUnder You:Under You in Free Verse More Like This
Beneath the surface of the water,
There is silence, peace and darkness.
To mute the mouths of men,
To drown the voice of the world.
Surrounded by ignorance,
I choose not to hear your whispers.
Without death or pain,
Without birth and life;
Surrounded by denial,
I reject this sense of self.
Without colour or light,
Denying all that is around me;
Surrounded by emptiness,
I am blind within this cage.
Muted, ignorant and blind,
I sleep beneath the surface of the lake.
Eternally drenched, eternally drowned,
I am the you beneath the surface.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 8th July 2013
How to Insult PoeticallyOnce I happened upon a callow young lass,How to Insult Poetically in Free Verse More Like This
Who apparently thought that it was cool to be crass.
And she turned her tongue upon the profession of writing;
Apparently she felt that it was in need of a smiting.
Though her raving and ranting made very little sense,
She seemed to be taking a rather harsh stance.
Apparently her pain was too great to be understood,
Far beyond the comprehension of this man from the hood.
So I stood there in swagger, clad in my bling.
While she behaved like 'Moon-Moon', in search of a thing.
She spouted some nonsense, some far fetched line,
About never idolizing the keen writer's mind...
If that is the case, then why ape my technique?
Why submit to several galleries; is your brain on the leak?
You are writing to be seen; you seek attention as I do,
What are we if not performers, is that not true?
Did you believe that you could use your past as a shield?
It counts, I'm afraid, for nothing, I feel;
For you see, I'm a killer, as bold a
Being A Good Person is a CHOICE!Now, imagine this situation for a moment:Being A Good Person is a CHOICE! in Free Verse More Like This
You are a good father, a wonderful husband.
You go 'pray' every Sunday, doing a wonderful lip-service.
You've taken your kids to soccer practice
And you are ready to enjoy your Sunday.
Tui bu qi, ni ke yi pang wo ma?
You turn around and see an old Chinese lady.
She can't speak English and needs assistance.
You pretend you cannot hear her and drive away.
Smooth-stuff dad, you should return that #1 mug...
To me however, there would be no question.
I was late to a part-time job, it would actually cost me money;
And did I mention I can't speak Chinese either?
Instead I communicated with gestures and signs.
She wanted to go to the train station, as I later learned.
With your car it would have taken five minutes.
But we walked and that is also okay.
To be honest, you might think you've done more good than evil.
You might think there is a welcoming committee for you at the pearly gates.
I regret to inform you however, that
DesperationI wonder how many days you've spent feeling lost.Desperation in Free Verse More Like This
Thinking that you're going somewhere.
Never actually getting anywhere.
You look at the same four walls over and over again.
You can paint them in different colours,
But you know they're still the same.
And you convince yourself that you're making progress,
Nothing's changed, but you're making progress.
Things are getting worse, but you're making progress.
And then you wake up and realise,
That shit has hit the fan...
Suddenly you're forced to do the things you couldn't,
The kind of things that you were never comfortable with.
And you find out you can do them.
You find out that the only reason you couldn't,
Was because you were afraid to try.
It's hard - trying to take that first step.
It's hard - trying to convince yourself to take that chance.
In Case You're BoredIn Case You're Bored:In Case You're Bored in Free Verse More Like This
For those who are bored with seeing teenage relationships on the FP. Here is a bonus, Disturbed-style, Chen piece to entertain you all.
What Lives Inside of Me:
Locked away inside
Dreaming of evil rising up in me
Let me play with your-
I will break through the walls of sanity
Leave me pure inside
Take away all of my humanity
Will I kneel before-
The corpses stained by the need for your sanctity?
Will you be mine? Or will I break you again-
The beast is swelling up inside of me
A temptuous lie, from the moment that you denied
The demon that you knew you grew to be
The swirling mist of a blood red fog...
Descending down upon this untamed dog...
Just wash away, the sins of man...
Blood red stains as I, held her rotting hand!
Awaken me! but leave me broken inside-
Colder sins that never left from me
The demon inside, is something I can't control
Kill him now before he drags y
Swan SongSwan Song:Swan Song in Free Verse More Like This
Those days we used to spend together
So gentle and so sweet...
Are buried like my sister's corpse
Entombed beneath my feet...
The mornings we spent in the grove of dryads
Braiding each other's hair...
I visit the very same places now;
But I know that she isn't there.
I can hear her voice from time to time
As a dying whisper amongst the trees.
But I can never forget that day;
It festers like disease...
A waking nightmare, so vivid and real
I am lost in the grip of its chilling touch.
You called to me, on that fated morning
Bearing a wound and crutch...
But they came like thunder, these men of steel
They heft their weapons high in the air.
They shrieked and praised their vaunted deity
As they laid her body bare...
At the behest of the robed one, they took her apart.
They chopped her to pieces, and they burned her heart.
And then it was done, like a sprinkling rain.
They left our forest, with a walk of dis
The PoetThe Poet:The Poet in Free Verse More Like This
He smiles as he sees her sleeping
& gently covers her with a blanket.
He goes to the window and looks out
watching snow fall, ever so slowly...
He sees people in the streets,
Chatting, walking. Some happy,
Others sad. Hearts beating,
Hearts broken; some warm, some cold.
He looks back at her, as she stirs in bed.
A yawn from her, brings another smile to him:
"How cute," he chuckles as he strokes her head.
He runs his fingers through her hair and is content.
Yet, even if he is happy here, again -
He is drawn to that window and finds himself
Staring out at the street and watching;
Marveling at the disparity and wondering -
Isn't there something that I can do?
Isn't there a better way for us all?
He looks back at her, sleeping peacefully;
He thinks about the future and sighs.
He wants a better world for her,
One where she would always be safe,
But unfortunately, he has no power.
He is just one man with little to his name.
He picks up a piece of paper, one found lyin
Always Out of Reach P.2Annabeth usually found herself slightly mesmorized by him when he was fighting. Particularly when he was fighting shirtless.Always Out of Reach P.2 in General Fiction More Like This
Percy stood barefoot in the middle of the arena, because he said it was easier to fight without shoes. Wider range of motion, or something like that. He kicked and flipped and punched the straw dummies set up around him, moving “the way some people play chess: like he was putting all the moves together and you couldn’t see the pattern until he made the last move and won.” At least, that’s how Percy had said it. He’d learned it from studying Quitus years ago.
Within seconds, three of the dummies were lying on the red dirt floor of the arena, straw strewn everywhere. Percy backflipped effortlessly—round, taut muscle rolling under tan skin. He ducked to avoid an imaginary blow, and knocked out two more dummies with a sweep of his leg. Several punches, fast as lightning, left the last two dismembered, and Percy stood
You and Me: The Daylight P.2Annabeth and Reyna were completely silent as they strapped on their armor. They'd bunked in the same tent, along with a few other girls. Almost everyone else was sitting around the fires outside, eating breakfast. Or trying to. There was a fearful, almost defeated atmosphere in the camp as they waited for dawn and the war to begin.You and Me: The Daylight P.2 in General Fiction More Like This
"I'm sorry about everything."
Reyna raised an eyebrow.
"You know. Destroying Circe's island. The attack on the camp, even though that wasn't our fault."
Reyna smiled vaguely. "I suppose I should apologize for almost destroying your camp, then."
"Don't worry about it."
She shook her head unbelievingly. "You and your boyfriend sound so much alike sometimes, you know that?"
"Well, we've been through a lot together." Annabeth took a shaky breath and went silent, overcome suddenly with the thought of what they were about to face.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Reyna asked
Intersecting Lines P.1SadieIntersecting Lines P.1 in General Fiction More Like This
I bet you all thought our little save-the-world adventure was over. Well, as it turns out, Fate decided it wasn't finished with us just yet.
We'd been getting reports of unexplainable magical disturbances on Long Island; much too close for comfort, thank you very much. Carter, Zia, Walt, and I decided it was time to check it out. At the last minute, Felix and Alyssa begged to come and we really didn't have a choice. After all, these kids had survived the end of the world and we really couldn't refuse them a simple reconnaissance mission, could we?
We waited for a cab large enough to fit all six of us and told the driver to take us to the untamed wilderness of Farm Road, Long Island.
You see, we'd narrowed down the "magical signal" to some deserted road in a deserted area, specifically what looked to be a strawberry farm. Now, I'd never known strawberries to be deadly, but how long have you known the Ka
More Than a HeroAt first, Annabeth wasn't sure where she was. It was dark except for a faint red glow in the distance, though it was impossible to tell how far away the glow really was.More Than a Hero in General Fiction More Like This
She stood up slowly, realizing she was still in her pajamas. Barefoot. This isn't right, she thought. But it's sort of familiar
Her eyes eventually adjusted to the darkness, but what she saw in front of her made her wish she was blind. There were black, rotting trees, the sound of running water, black stones on the ground that poked her feet uncomfortably as she walked forward. She didn't want to walk forward, but didn't seem to be able to stop. She kept walking toward the sound of the water.
Annabeth was at the banks of the River Styx.
As she continued walking forward unwillingly she noticed the silhouette of a man kneeling near the water's edge. His head was bent as if in prayer, though he looked like he was in pain. Annabeth knew
Feb. Challenge: Days 1-4Day 1: Where are My Clothes?!Feb. Challenge: Days 1-4 in General Fiction More Like This
As soon as Percy got out of the shower, he saw the problem. And he knew who was responsible.
His clothes had oh-so-mysteriously gone missing. And of course, Clarisse was behind this.
If any other cabin had tried it for instance, the Hermes cabin they would have been smart enough to take Percy's towel too. Percy was just glad it was one of the less cunning cabins who had done this.
He grabbed a towel, tied it around his waist and boldly walked out of the bathroom.
And who, of all people, should be walking past at that moment? That's right. Annabeth.
She paused when she saw him and looked up from the inspection clipboard in her hands. "That's an interesting look for you, Seaweed Brain," she muttered, trying not to laugh at the fact that Percy was trying not to blush.
"I'm embracing my inner Greek," he replied sarcastically before marching off to his cabin.
Just a Normal, Bad DayPercyJust a Normal, Bad Day in General Fiction More Like This
For most demigods, a bad day consists of several near-death experiences, a monster in your school locker, an encounter with an angry deity, or, for Annabeth, a spider sighting.
But I'm used to that stuff! My day was so bad because it was so normal.
It started with oversleeping. That's about as normal as it gets for a high school student. Paul insists that he tried very hard to get me up, but I was unresponsive. Bottom line, he left without me, and I had to run all the way to school because I didn't have enough time to get a cab.
I was about a half hour late, a new personal record. My first period teacher gave me detention.
Between classes, as I was walking to my locker, some idiot obviously didn't see me (or maybe I wasn't paying attention) and he opened his locker right in front of me. I ran straight into it and had a nosebleed through the next two classes. Fortunately, my nose wasn't broken.
The CallShe'd called back more times than she cared to count. Eventually, someone had picked up and told her that if she didn't stop calling, they'd call the police. Whoever it was that she was looking for obviously wasn't here.The Call in Short Stories More Like This
Sally hung up and pressed the play button on the answering machine. Again. "Mom," the message began. "Hey, I'm ali" The reception was horrible; Sally could barely make out what he was saying, what with the static and the background noise. "Hera put me sleep for while took my memor" A pause. "I ok sorry. I'm on quest make it home promise. Love you." The sound of a train whistle in the background. Silence.
Sally wished more than anything that she'd picked up. Just thinking about it, just hearing his voice, knowing he was alive, and tearing herself apart because she hadn't gotten to the phone in time, made her cry again and again. She'd been sitting next to the machine for tw
Feb. Challenge Day 5: SexyAnnabeth had tried on quite a few dresses that day in preparation for prom. And Percy was bored out of his mind.Feb. Challenge Day 5: Sexy in General Fiction More Like This
That is, until Annabeth tried on the red one.
As soon as she put it on, she knew it was perfect. It had Grecian-style draping, a full-length skirt that just brushed the ground, a drooping neckline, and a rather low back. She stepped out of the dressing room, did a quick spin for Percy, and asked, "What do you think?"
Typical Percy response. His jaw hit the floor and this expression of sheer wow crossed his face.
Annabeth smiled. Yup, this was the one.
How the Prius Died P.1My date with Annabeth was going really well, which is saying a lot.How the Prius Died P.1 in General Fiction More Like This
It started with dinner at Le Parker Meridien, then a long drive down to the beach. We'd been out for almost two hours and not a single monster.
"Maybe they're all laying low 'cause of the war," Annabeth suggested.
But I was still uneasy.
My fears were confirmed when, while the two of us were sitting on the beach, there was a bright flash of light and Hermes was standing before us.
Annabeth was staring at him murderously because we had been, sort of making out before Hermes barged in on us. That look of hers was kind of cute, except, of course, when she was looking at me like that.
Hermes ignored her. "Sorry to interrupt," he began, not sounding particularly sorry. "But I have a favor to ask of you two."
The way he said "favor" made me cringe. I honestly wanted to whine, "Why us?" because after saving the gods' butts i
You and Me: The Daylight P.3The daylight streamed through the windows and Annabeth blinked her eyes, still having difficulty adjusting to bright light. She'd woken up three times last night from nightmares, but had managed not to scream; Percy needed to rest. The only reason he hadn't had any dreams was because he was so heavily sedated.You and Me: The Daylight P.3 in General Fiction More Like This
She sat up from her uncomfortable position on the floor and gazed at him. He had a long scar along his jaw, his shoulder was heavily bandaged, and there were even more bandages around his abdomen. He'd taken a knife for her. Twice. In the bright light, all his scratches seemed to stand out more, the shadows under his eyes were a little darker, and his face was tense with pain, even in unconsciousness. His skin was still so pale from their time spent in Tartarus.
Yet, Annabeth smiled. He was so brave. Tears filled her eyes as she thought of all the things he'd done for her in the Pit, how strong and reassuring he'd been, how protective. "I love you," she wh
England x Reader-Toy SoldierEngland x Reader-Toy Soldier in General Fiction More Like This
Today you were at Alfred's house, hanging out with him. Or at least you were hanging out with Alfred, until he decided to runoff somewhere in his huge house! So you decide to check every room for him, no matter how long it took. Thats when you came across a room, a certain room that seemed unused. You open the door to find it dark and cluttered with all sorts of things.
You quietly enter the room and look around, seeing; antiques, pictures, chest's, and a gun. You squatted down next to the chest and opened it slowly, looking inside to see dusty old items. You reach your hand in and grab the first thing you feel, it was wooden and small. You reach out and find a wooded toy soldier in your hand, its acrylic paint features had been worn. You suddenly had no interest in finding Alfred anymore, you now wanted to keep the small toy, so you stuff it in your pocket and exit the room. You then leave Alfred's house after you found the main door.
-The next day-
You got a call from Arthur and he s
Pirate!EnglandxReader-Part 7"Love, wake up." You heard someone say, you open your eyes to see Arthur. He was smiling and had a small sparkle to his eyes. "Come see how Matthew is love, he is getting better." He said kissing you on the forehead. "Okay, but let me get dressed first.." You said climbing out of bed. You pull Arthur into a hug and kiss him on the lips, "Oh love I forgot to tell you, later we need to talk." He said smiling.Pirate!EnglandxReader-Part 7 in General Fiction More Like This
You put on your dress and shoes on and walked out the door with Arthur. Soon you came to the door of Matthew's room. Arthur knocks once and then enters, you quickly following him in. You saw Matthew laying in his bed, he was smiling. "We came to see how you are. I forgot to thank you for saving ________'s life. I'm very grateful." Arthur said sitting at the end of the bed. "It was no problem captain." Matthew said quietly, he then looked over to you. "Yes, thank you Matthew. But I'm sorry you got hurt." You said with a frown. "Its okay now, see it healed." He said pointing to his wo
HetaOni x Reader- [Part 9]HetaOni x Reader- [Part 9] in General Fiction More Like This
They all made their way to the basement, looking around for any extra rooms. Kiku had found a key to the cell door. Kiku and Feli talked for a brief moment.
"Are you okay Kiku? You have been a bit odd since we broke the clock." Feli asked him. "Ah yes. But what about you? You seem a bit shaken." Kiku asked, looking concerned. "Are you sure its not your...imagination? U-um listen, if you see anything, it was all a lie; you shouldn't think about it." Feli said quickly.
"Shouldn't I think about the confusion being a hint? I was just trying to rethink some ideas-"
"No!!" Feli screamed.
"F-Feli?" Kiku said, being brought aback by his scream.
"Just forget it! Just forget it right now! Don't even think about those strange things!" Feli said, sounding angered. He then walked out of the room. Leaving everyone confused and a bit worried. "Feli..." You said quietly, looking at the door he just exited through.
Without another word from anyone else, everyone left to go to the cell door. Kiku
Spain x ReaderSpain x Reader in General Fiction More Like This
Every hated someone so much, that under all that hatred, was the feeling of love?
You and Antonio didn't always see eye to eye, meaning you two fought a lot, and hated each other with a passion. You never knew the real reason you two fought, usually you assumed that you two just weren't meant to get along.
Whenever you two came into contact, it only led to fighting. Sometimes it was the stupidest things too. Like last week, you two fought over who Romano liked better. And frankly you were getting a bit tired of the fighting.
Antonio seemed tired of it as well, because he wasn't acting like his normal self. Anytime you came near him he would appear to be flustered and uneasy. Weird. Sometimes you would feel the same around him, like you loved him.
You sat by your window, admiring the beautiful field outside. The grass was a pretty green and the mountains in the back made everything gorgeous. The trees leaves blowing in the wind, simply wond
HetaOni x Reader- [Part 3]HetaOni x Reader- [Part 3] in General Fiction More Like This
The five of you stood in the hallway, not knowing what to do next. "Well I'm going to go explore, see you guys in a bit." Gilbert said, walking down the hallway. "I'll go with him." Ludwig said, and then catching up to Gilbert down the hall. It was now you, Feli, and Kiku.
You three walked down a random hallway, talking about the house. "I don't get what's with this place. All the windows and exits can't be opened, and our cellphones don't work." Kiku said to you and Feli.
"I don't know, but I really don't want to see that monster again." You said to yourself, the haunting image of the beast still in your head. Making your spine shiver in fear. With no other conversation going on, the three of you walked in silence. While walking you see something by a staircase. A crowbar.
"Maybe I can use this for later." You said as you picked it up, and then putting it in your belt loop. "Yeah (Name), you could use it if we see the monster again." Feli said, sounding happy. "I guess so..." You said
HetaOni x Reader- [Part 12]HetaOni x Reader- [Part 12] in General Fiction More Like This
"Frau! Wake up, its morning." You heard Gilbert say, as he shook your shoulder. "Hmm? Okay.." You said, getting out of bed. You combed your hair with your hands and then walked over to the table everyone was seated at.
"Well, everyone is rested. Shall we begin our conference now?" Ludwig asked, "Well, who is going to speak first?" Francis asked, looking around the room. "Um Alfred, it is just a coincidence that thing looks like Tony right? I just want to ask." Matthew asked Alfred. "I don't think they look anything alike. But I definitely don't have anything to do with this." Alfred said.
"But it is pretty much my fault we are here. I mean, if it wasn't for my bugging you to come here, then we wouldn't be in this trouble." Alfred apologized. "You really do have hamburgers for brains, stop spouting nonsense." Arthur said, glaring at Alfred.
"Don't blame yourself Alfred, we chose to come with you." Francis said, trying to cheer him up. "But even (Name) got dragged into this. I feel reall
America x Blind! Reader-Part 2America x Blind! Reader-Part 2 in General Fiction More Like This
Alfred carried you to Arthur's house, but you had no idea how long it would take. Several times he asked you if you were okay on the way, but you replied with a 'I'm fine.' each time. You both must have been getting close to Arthur's house, because Alfred started running.
"We're almost there (Name)..." He panted as he ran.
"O-Okay, but you don't have to run." You said, trying to tell him not to push himself.
He suddenly slowed down, now walking at a normal pace. Then coming to a stop. You then heard Arthur yell. "You git! What are you doing here with (Name)?" Arthur said, obviously not wanting company. "I need your help dude, (Name) has gone blind and I need you to use your magic stuff!" Alfred said, whining a bit.
"What? Blind? What did you do you git?"
"I didn't do anything, she woke up blind."
Arthur sighed, "Bring her in, I'll see what I can do."
Alfred starts to walk again, holding you tighter in his arms. You held onto him, like a baby in his arms. You heard a door open and then
England x Reader- Cheer up loveEngland x Reader- Cheer up love in General Fiction More Like This
Lately, (Name) had been looking sad, and not herself lately. So I invited her over for tea, to see what was wrong.
Because seeing her so sad looking, simply breaks my heart...
Me and her both sat across from each other, quietly sipping the tea I made earlier. She hadn't spoke a word ever since she got here. I even felt afraid to talk to her, not knowing what to say, or how to say it.
"(Name), have you been feeling alright lately?"
She looked up and me and put her cup down. "I'm just having problems. Problems with my family and friends. I lost my job too..." (Name) said with a sigh. I gave her a sympathetic look, trying to understand what she was going through.
I couldn't think of anything to say, so I stood up from my chair. I took a few steps towards her and leaned down and gave her a hug. Instantly I could tell that she was surprised, but I hugged her anyways.
"I promise things will get better (Name). If anything else happens...I'll be right by your side to he
Russia x Bullied! ReaderRussia x Bullied! Reader in General Fiction More Like This
Today was your first day of school at the W academy. You were a new student, but not the only new one there. A guy name Ivan was new here too, and he looked like a pretty cool guy. Other than the fact that he was a bit scary. But you liked him anyway.
You walked in the hallway, heading to some club you joined. Some club about going home or something, it sounded a bit lame. The best part about this school was that you barely had to carry anything. So gracefully you walked about the halls, since you had about 10 minutes until the next class.
You walked and closed your eyes, humming a small tune you remembered. When you ran into someone, and instantly you opened your eyes. A big guy stood in front of you, peering down at you. "Oh, um sorry about that." You apologized, giving a nervous smile.
The guy growled a bit and cursed under his breath. "You stupid girl, watch where your going." He said rudely, pushing you to the floor. "Ow, I didn't mean to!" You yelled at him. The guy
2P!Italy x Reader2P!Italy x Reader in General Fiction More Like This
Recently you had noticed something, your friend Italy was not the same. His eyes were red, his hair was..darker, his personality changed too. He was no longer the nice Italy you knew and loved. But for some odd reason you still stayed by his side, not caring what anybody else thought.
He was more protective too, like one day you were being messed with by a group of men. Italy had showed up as if from nowhere, and then stabbed them. At first you were shocked, but he was trying to protect you. Also he seemed to have taking a liking to you, and of course you liked him back.
He was practically mean to everyone else but you, which essentially made you happy. He was never violent, or rude, or viscous towards you. You hung out with him a lot, which sometimes made your friends a bit upset, but you ignored them.
Today you and him were walking through town...at night. You weren't scared knowing that you had Italy with you. "Those dark alleys are kind of scary huh?" You asked him quietly, looking
To be a writerYou taste like decaying leavesTo be a writer in Free Verse More Like This
and October's bad habits-
when it’s halfway through February
that still haunts these bones.
I have allowed you to
claw your love
into my arms
and chant into my
for much too long.
I wish I was one of those girls
who could say wild flowers
grow up through my nooks
and my crannies just to tear
through my skin, screaming.
I’m just that dead eyed deer
on the side of the road dreaming
of shoving a pen down my throat
and writing these verses inside out.
I am no scribe, prophet, or spell caster.
I know it.
My skin knows it.
My pen knows it too.
Years and years
my mind will dwell
on the way your fingers
chain linked between my ribs
and shook my
to be a writer
is to be a masochist,
and I refuse to get off
on the pain anymore.
boys with bird names cant actually fly.i fill my lungs with blackberriesboys with bird names cant actually fly. in Free Verse More Like This
& nicotine because it is the only way
I can stomach the taste.
a phoenix told me once
that he could teach me
how to burn properly,
as if scolding
[ like the intercostal
spaces of a ribcaged
he fell in love
with my words
before he knew
the height of my
or the annoying
sound of my laugh.
he said he could count
all my scars on one hand-
even the ones that wake me
at 3 am with an itch i swear
begs me to rip them open
& i told him he could keep
his pretty words and fiery fingers
creatively away from me.
i am tired of smelling of hell
& ash when -
I wish...I’ve been sitting on your doorstep for three days.I wish... in Free Verse More Like This
Here are the nothings I left under the mat:
i.I do not feel like a lion anymore,
an alpha wolf, a hyena or
any other strong-willed beast.
I want to take my scars
out to lunch,
feed them your eyes,
& your tongue
until it bleeds sorrow,
and “please forgive me’s”.
iii. You wish I never existed
as you grind those words
into my wrists like they are
red hibiscus blossoms.
& I’ll have you know
I am a flower, bloomed,
rooted deep into the soil.
You are just a combination
of 26 letters-
an “I wish…”
roadkillYou told meroadkill in Free Verse More Like This
I was November’s ambrosia
sweet on your tongue.
But now all I feel
is discord, sieging
the 3,000 year old tree
inside of me.-
Centuries to grow so tall
9 mere minutes to
You no longer smile anymore.
And I am here,
silent as stone-
the carcass of a dead...
hoping you don't leave me
on the side of the road.
wishbones and flowers I think it’s selfishwishbones and flowers in Free Verse More Like This
how I have compared
every other kiss
( After all-
good things don’t
invite themselves into the lives
of little girls who categorize
their disorders by the scars
on their wrists and who
allow strangers to hang them
from their necks like wishbones. )
But, no one’s hands
have ever staked claim
to this scavenged wasteland
not even my own.
And it’s hard to forget that;
please forgive me.
As you will always
be the one who taught me
that it’s okay to be sad.
It is 9 in the afternoon& I have forgottenIt is 9 in the afternoon in Free Verse More Like This
how to write in poetics-
tongue kissed & gaping like
a siren missing from her sea.
I have been coughing up black
for days. Unable to clean the taste
from my mouth, these broken
typewriter keys sewn into my
fingertips scream something fierce.
They ache with longing
to tell of a story
that left them
for a better high
a story that never deserved
to make a home under the skin,
to crawl breech through an
-& out through the wrists
of young girls much too ripe
to fall from their beds.
I am so damn tired
of looking over railings
& wondering what
it would feel like
Poetry,you’re aPoetry, in Free Verse More Like This
that moans when I go.
You’re either a
are you cheaper
than the women
in the empty spaces
of my life-
or the secrets
between my thighs?
I am Fifty Shades
Why should I feed you?
Do you know
what to do
with my body
when you are merely
ink stained fingers
soaked in passing
& the fevers
within burning stars?
I didn’t think so.