a real breakupi am going to be sad when you see me.a real breakup in Free Verse More Like This
i want you to take my vulnerability
from my lips
and tell me how it tastes;
find the salt of my tears
from my face
and feel them on your tongue;
let my rawness
become more raw
by your unshaven lip-
i want you to kiss my sadness
a.i know she uses toothpastea. in Free Verse More Like This
to whiten her teeth
but that's not the reason
her smile is so bright
she's got everything painted blue
with either morrissey
playing in the background
but not loud enough for you to hear the words
unless she sings them herself,
& it's much prettier that way.
i like the feeling i get
when i pull her hips
& when our chests mesh,
the way our breathing picks up
like a band when the singer
begins a new song.
we aren't anything apart
but when the lights dim
and our glasses fill,
i swear you can hear a hum
and the pluck of a guitar
searching for its harmony.
lovedrunkshe looks at me, all big doe eyes and cupid-bow lips, tells me, now i'm not trying to say i'm about to kill myself, but i'm about to kill myself.lovedrunk in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
the traffic light is glass. not that it's reflective, not that it's bright, but that it's so slow, a liquid, moving like a year. it's also what my blood has become with these words.
we're in my car but i'm scared. i know i'm the one behind the wheel, but i don't know what she's got in her purse. i don't know her name but i do know she's drunk. so am i. i know we shouldn't be driving but i couldn't leave such sad eyes at a bar. i guess, if i'm being entirely honest, i also couldn't leave such a beautiful body at a bar, either. especially if some guy with worse intentions than i couldn't pass her up.
talk to me, i say. i don't glance up from the road because i'm scared of what i'll see, and what i won't.
you're not my fucking therapist, she tells me. i know she's wearing red lipstick and i imagine it turns to venom with those words.
i swear-i am sad from wantingi swear- in Free Verse More Like This
but not from wanting you.
the winters worn away
and with the snow melted the brokenness
we were and i am not sorry for it.
i've stopped cussing beneath my breath,
been wearing more black
and if you so much as
cross the threshold
of my house
this isn't about you.
this is about the way you still manage
to pull at my heartstrings strung
across countries and continents,
the length of the world,
my soul tangled
how your hand still manages
to wrap around mine and i hear your voice,
thick with culture,
the stereotype supreme of irish catholic,
murmuring in my ear that it's all
right while you move my fingers
into my throat-
this is about how-
no matter how far you move (away)-
you will keep your grasp tight on me
and crush me if you can
just so you don't
life without youi watched you,life without you in Free Verse More Like This
battered and floral
suitcase in hand,
as your knotted tree-branch fingers
grip the doorhandle.
i watched you
before the door swung
i saw your thin skin
slip between pavement
and cracks in the concrete
your keys sunk through
the hole in your pocket
and are sitting at the
side of the sink,
your lunch in the bowels
of the toilet.
i watched your mouth
of broken teeth
spit vitriol soundlessly,
your tendons splitting
from your frame,
you have unravelled into nothing,
i watched you
pack your things and
centre for psychological healthit is three dayscentre for psychological health in Free Verse More Like This
until march falls again,
false promises of spring
kissing the air
until it begins again
until i feel my heartbeat
find its way
into the oceans
my blood spills,
until i shift,
in a crimson chair
that begs for me releasing;
until i swallow,
and pray for a
tooth of glass,
a jaw of metal, of
ruined flowersi open myself up,ruined flowers in Free Verse More Like This
til the water
bathtub ring stain
pink on porcelain.
i used to be nature
i used to be beautiful.
chemicals & acid
ate through my flesh
& i became
but something i could not want
something i could not love.
i am dried petals
forgotten to be pressed
of a loved book
or even one hated,
just left to desiccate.
i have plucked my own roots
from the soil
thinking i could become
i did not know
i would ruin what i was.
i did not know
i was beautiful- sad, yes,
but i was beautiful,
just as i was.
the sickness of breathingi thank god's handsthe sickness of breathing in Free Verse More Like This
for creating you
and bearing you
and i fear the day
that he takes you away.
i wish you all the wellness
bubbling up from the ground,
and all the mud from which
we were each made.
and all the same,
i know better than to
when i feel
you will stay.
tonight, i know you
will leave me
when you do,
i need you to
kiss me like your mother
kissed your father
the day she left you
packed her suitcase
full of flowered clothing,
and shut the front door behind her
colour the desperation
quietly on your face.
i want to see you feel
before you turn
away from me;
i want to see you hurt
the way i did
when you left,
time and time again,
with an ache
no more wild
breathing firei am breathing firebreathing fire in Free Verse More Like This
i am tearing this place
i cannot feel what i feel
i am lost
in the greatest
to grow from this earth.
grant me the light
to see a foot before my own eyes,
bless me with a windowpane
to see my own heart.
i dream of flying
cut free these stones,
and living a life
across, a crossi like the things that go unspokenacross, a cross in Free Verse More Like This
between you and me,
like the night we spent on the beach
lying cramped on a shitty, five-dollar walgreens towel
with another frayed over us,
and hearing the string
of intoxicated teenagers walk by and say,
they're watching the stars at night.
and no matter how much that girl,
clearly filled to her brim
with vodka as she tripped along the sand,
she spoke something more beautiful
than a van gogh painting.
we were romance, we were god,
and i know i must believe in god
because of the feeling building in my bones
when i see those "jesus saves" signs,
black with white lettering,
bordering the highway.
i feel a sense of peace
when you hum off-key to your songs
and your black truck blends with the sky.
you feel like a saviour when we're
caught in each others' arms,
but we'll only get to heaven
if we make it through the night.
and if only i could,
i would show you the scriptures
i've penned to express
the buoyancy you've rebirthed in me,
Hangover [ Azumane Asahi x Reader ]Azumane Asahi wasn't very fond of things that went bump in the night. If he let himself lay too long in silence, the smallest sound would get to him, putting eerie and frightening thoughts in his head. So he always had his TV on before he fell asleep to ward away the strange noises that came from beyond the sanctity of his bedroom walls.Hangover [ Azumane Asahi x Reader ] in Romance More Like This
It had been nearly half a (lonely) year since he moved into the apartment, and he figured that if he had gone six months without incident, then he could probably sleep without his TV. That night, he decided to try test his own courage, but unfortunately, he chose the wrong night to sleep without his TV.
His room was completely silent, and the fact that he hadn't heard a peep in the last ten minutes was a good thing. Content with his position in bed, he let his eyes close and his mind wander before sleep wrapped him up in its calming embrace.
And then he heard it.
At first, he wasn't sure what it was. There was a strange grating noise outside of his roo
12 Aspects [ Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader ] 12|1212 Aspects [ Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader ] 12|12 in Romance More Like This
She means the world to you.
“Well, is he okay?”
“I dunno. He just said that you had to come look at him.”
The two of you were getting ready to leave your apartment after receiving a call from Bokuto, who was complaining of horrible pains in his stomach and chest. He didn’t want to visit hospital and make a fuss for himself, so he simply called Kuroo and asked if you could give him a check-up.
When the two of you arrived, Bokuto answered the door groggily, his face drawn and tired. “Hello,” he groaned, slowly shuffling backwards to let both of you in.
“How are you feeling?” you questioned, setting down your purse and helping him to the living room.
Kuroo watched in amusement at his friend’s impeccable act. He knew Bokuto was loud and annoying, so when he watched the man act without a single slip-up, he was impressed. It was going to make his mission of the day that much easier.
“I feel kinda cold,” Bokuto c
Good Morning [ Kageyama Tobio x Reader ]Good Morning [ Kageyama Tobio x Reader ] in Romance More Like This
You were woken up by the bright, warm light of an early spring morning that filtered in through the curtains. The window had been open, allowing a fresh breeze to carry the scent of rainy renewal through the window and throughout the apartment.
Sleepily, you stretched your body completely, ignoring the subtle aches in your legs and back. You looked beside you to find your naked boyfriend breathing peacefully and quietly. His gentle breaths were rhythmic puffs of air, and you saw that a lock of dark hair was stuck to the side of his head. A small smile drew out on your features as you affectionately rubbed the arm that was loosely wrapped around your own bare waist.
Kageyama groaned slightly, and you feared that you may have woken him up, but he continued to slumber in serenity, moving only to draw you closer.
Waking up in the arms of the man you loved with all your heart gave you a feeling like no other. It was two parts elation, two parts exclusiveness, ten parts happiness, and an inf
Chest [ Kasamatsu Yukio x Reader ]Chest [ Kasamatsu Yukio x Reader ] in Romance More Like This
For the fifth night in a row, your boyfriend Kasamatsu Yukio was coming home late again. He left you a text saying to go to bed without him, but how could you when you missed him so much already? He always came home while you were asleep, and when he got up in the mornings, you had to get ready and leave for work.
Deciding to stay up a little longer, you laid in bed and watched TV to pass the time. There was a documentary on animals in Africa, and you stuck with it. But as you laid there, the flickering of the screen combined with the quiet talking and warmth of your bed began to lull you to sleep. Before you knew it, you had drifted off to an exhausted slumber.
The next time you woke up, it was at 1:02AM to the sound of the front door opening. You shut your eyes and simply stayed put, listening to Kasamatsu shuffle around in the living room before coming to the bedroom to shower.
"Welcome home," you mumbled sleepily after he came out and was toweling this hair dry. A small smile crept
Can I? [ Akaashi Keiji x Reader ]Can I? [ Akaashi Keiji x Reader ] in Romance More Like This
The boy looked up from where he stood and grunted slightly when you tackled him in a gigantic bear hug. “(Name).”
“Were you waiting long?” you asked, immediately interlocking your fingers with his without putting any real thought into it.
He shook his head and put his other hand into his pocket. “I just got here. Let’s go.”
You and your ever-stoic, ever-quiet boyfriend Akaashi Keiji were walking home together one day when Akaashi said he needed to stop by the convenience store for his mother. Hand-in-hand, the two of you walked, until he had to let go to get some ingredients for dinner.
As you waited, you wandered over to the magazine section and picked up the latest edition of your favorite fashion magazine. On the cover was a lineup of the latest trends in fashion, and in the corner in bold, white letters read, “5 Things That’ll Turn Off Your Partner!” Of course, you weren’t very big on reading the
12 Aspects [ Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader ] 6|1212 Aspects [ Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader ] 6|12 in Romance More Like This
She loves you with all her heart.
“I love youuuu!” you cooed, hugging him from behind as he stood in front of the stove to make breakfast.
Kuroo’s first reaction was to say the words right back to you, although a bit confused and looked over his shoulder questioningly at you. Someone was being uncharacteristically enthusiastic in the morning. Normally, you would be quiet and almost zombie-like after you woke up. “Where did that come from all of a sudden?”
You grinned up at him in that way he thought was so unbearably cute. “I just wanted to let you know,” you replied.
Hearing you use his full first name, the man immediately looked up from his magazine and set the book aside. “Did I do something wrong?”
You sat down beside him on the couch and curled into his side. “I love you.”
Kuroo blinked. “I love you, too?”
“Hey, don’t sound so questioning about it!&
12 Aspects [ Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader ] 1|1212 Aspects [ Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader ] 1|12 in Romance More Like This
She is strong, but feminine.
It was Kuroo’s day off and your birthday. Unfortunately, you were off working until six and he wouldn’t be able to celebrate with you until then.
With a sigh, he absently sat on the couch and flipped through the TV channels in search of something to stave of his boredom. It’s only 10:24AM. He wondered what he should get you for as a gift, too. He remembered that you didn’t like celebrating your own birthday and that presents weren't necessary. “As long as I have you,” you told him.
It feels weird to not give her some kind of present though, he thought. Of course, he had a bunch of things planned out for later in the night, but that had to wait. Scratching his head, which messed up his already natural bedhead even more, he figured he’d just drop in to surprise you at work.
You worked at the local hospital as a nurse in the emergency room. Quick on your feet with a sound head on your shoulde
Period [ Kagami Taiga x Reader ]Period [ Kagami Taiga x Reader ] in Romance More Like This
You hated your period. In addition to the profuse bleeding, horrid cramps, and bodily aches, you were hormonally imbalanced, emotionally unstable, and wanted nothing more than to eat and sleep.
It was the second day, and probably the worst day, and you just wanted to cry. The feeling came out of nowhere, prompting you to find some tear-jerking, heart-wrenching movie on Netflix so you could release the tears that were stuck behind your eyes.
Of course, when Kagami came home and found you bawling your eyes out on the couch, he wasn’t just surprised, he was scared. You rarely ever cried, and seeing your tears was more than enough to freak him out.
Throwing his jacket over the couch, he came around to sit in front of you. “H-hey,” he stammered, unsure hands fluttering around your face and shoulders. “What’s wrong? What happened?”
Seeing Kagami home set your heart at ease, but the fact that he asked what was wrong made you cry even harder.
12 Things [ Yamazaki Sousuke x Reader ] 6|1212 Things [ Yamazaki Sousuke x Reader ] 6|12 in Romance More Like This
He’s physically active.
“Two more reps and then I’m going to add a bit more weight.”
It was customary for you to go to the gym with Sousuke at least three times a week. You’d help him train for his swim meets and he’d make sure that you were physically fit. And as much as you hated exercising, you had to admit, it did wonders on keeping your stress levels at a minimum.
“Can you add 10 more pounds on each side?” he asked, readjusting himself to do more benchpresses.
You gave him an “Are you ****ing kidding me” look and shook your head. “Sousuke, I’m not a beefhead like you. There’s no way I can spot you if I can’t even lift the thing up.” The man rolled his eyes and urged you to put the weights on. “What do you think I’ve been making you do bicep curls for?”
With a sigh, you conceded and added the weights. At least he could bench it without havin
Superhero [ Tsukishima Kei x Reader ] 1|??Superhero [ Tsukishima Kei x Reader ] 1|?? in General Fiction More Like This
It was just a normal Tuesday afternoon. You didn't have any classes scheduled and so you were lazing about and enjoying your day off. Of course, life turned upside down the moment you decided to go to the grocery store.
You were walking back from the local supermarket with a handful of groceries and minding your own business. Absently, you blipped through the social media feed that was displayed in your eyes.
Superpower Humans Strike Again!
Mutants - A New Race?
Are they superheroes or monsters?
Humans with Supernatural Abilities - Estimated 20 on Planet
Legislature to Pass Law on Relocation of Mutants
You could feel your lip twitch in annoyance. It wasn’t like all mutants were bad people. Some simply strayed off the right path. If anything, a school to help them control their powers would be beneficial to everyone.
And to ridicule and force them to relocate just because they had powers? They were as human as the next person. It was an
An ExampleTell me,An Example in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I don't know the words to this song,
but it'll be in my head all day lo-ooooooo-ooo-ooong,
la la la la la-aaaa
If I only could remember
by the time December coooomes ...
The Story of a TreeShe was a tree childThe Story of a Tree in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Born from a willow
And her father was a
The first thing she remembered was
Looking up at the canopy
And being told
They’d asked for a spell
From a passing elf
To be human for a year
They wanted a child
A real child
Who wouldn’t be gone with
Who couldn’t be trampled
Or drowned with the rain
Who wouldn’t sway with the wind
Or grow the wrong way
But after she came
They changed again
And all she knew of her parents
Were the voices in her head
Even as an infant
She was grown instead
All she needed was rain at first
And the earth for a bed
She grew with the trees
And knew not of age
Danced among the forest
Her little feet at ease
As she moved beneath
And sat upon the rocks
And ate blackberries
And little fruits animals brought
And then one day they found her
A strange, naked child
So grown up and
Who moved like a wisp
Tree bending with the wind
Green haired and brown eyed
Slender and strong
Glass GirlThe glass girlGlass Girl in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
as the world shatters
the pieces fall
The sky falls
Still she dances
as only glass girls
As if she can't see
the world shatter
as if it's all
paying no mind
to all else
before the world
the end of an age
"See, there's still
beauty in this world,"
Is a shattered
with a smile
on her face
One Misty, Quiet MornOne misty, quiet mornOne Misty, Quiet Morn in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a girl glanced out her window
and saw faeries beckoning
calling her away
Still half-asleep and dreaming
she followed them that day
In strange dark forests they played
and swam in deep blue waters
she talked with birds and mermaids
and days flew by as they taught her
how to make mischief and trade
While back at home they wondered
to where she disappeared
they found no footprints and no leads
beyond the worst, they feared
And then one misty, quiet morn
her brothers swore they saw her
in the distance dancing
a smile on her face
She spotted them and waved
though she knew not why
for she did not recall
her old life at all
She lived past the mist
which covered other worlds
a place few could see
and even fewer, enter
somewhere myths and legends
live without meddlesome man
A misty, quiet morn
a gateway, a faerie door
she a faerie daughter
down to her very core.
TimeAs sand sifting swiftly throughTime in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
gaps between the fingers of our closed fists
So is time to the young
Life is fleeting from the moment of birth
until we come into eternal Sun
And so they say seize the day
remember your past mistakes and
change the present for the better
So history will be such a beautiful letter
to the future
The problem is the people are forgotten
passing away into myth and the places where they once lived are
nothing but old temples where birds make their nests
and foxes rest with their kits
And only the statues cry
Remembering YouI know I have to let you goRemembering You in Free Verse More Like This
I've held on to you for so long
The sun to my moon
the devil to my boondoes this make any sense to you?
Always wondering what I should do
I'd love to let you go
they all say to, so
it's not as simple as it seems
your memories still cling to my mind
no matter how hard I try to
Pull you off
scratch you out
punch your gut
Gives the feeling you never really wanted to be forgotten
and so you got your wish
you'll always be here in the back of my mind
a bittersweet tragedy and terrible memory
the fly drowning in a bottle of perfumetwitching as it dies
What shall I call you my friend(s)?
Fiendish troll(s) and trickster(s)
two-faced doll(s) cracking as you age
little devil(s) who stole a piece of my soul
a mere trial in my life I must put behind medon't remind me
I forgive you every time I think of you
and you never go away
Please, just go awayI don't want to remember you
TragicSuch a terrible tragedy was never before seenTragic in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
anywhere in the seven seas
Suddenly dove off the plank into the water
turned into a mermaid and called herself the coral's daughter
They found her floating two hours later
somehow caught up with them and they couldn't save her
Had been impaled by a harpoon from a careless fisher
too startled to realize she wasn't what she seemeda demon from the deep, since a mermaid he'd never seen
All the fish carried her away and caught up with the ship
and thus they found her body there
Had a smile on her face in spite of the way she'd passed
finally she'd been true to who she was instead of putting on a mask
though reality was bitter and not very sweet, she'd swam in front of everyone
a mermaid at last
You Never LeftI can't see youYou Never Left in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I never hear you anymore.
If I go to your house
I won't find you there.
But everywhere I look I see you
everywhere I hear your voice
You never left.
Control"Do you have any idea how difficult it is?" Her voice was tight and controlled as she moved towards the light, gripping the iron bars before her with pale, slender hands. "How trying it is, to hold myself back, to not give in to the beast. Well, I should say, the wolf. The wolf is not necessarily a beast ... wolves are ... regal. Majestic. They-I-pity you. But if you wish to call me ... I may answer. Me, submit to you? Foolish man."Control in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She couldn't see his smirk, but she could feel it, and it riled her. After all he'd done to her friends, after all he'd said, and still.
"Go ahead," he challenged, his tone dripping with mockery. "Give us a show."
Her eyes narrowed as her body tensed, and then, eyes closed, she sighed and relaxed. "It takes a good deal of control, you know. Anyone can become a beast-you're proof of that-but it shows so much more character when you hold back. You are right, I wish to devour you. I wish to tear you and your men to ribbons and paint the wa
DemonsThey surround herDemons in Free Verse More Like This
they think they confound her
they scream and shriek and snarl
they wrap her with their scalding ropes
fill her soul with ghouls and ghosts
Butshe has demons of her own
and instead of bowing, she lets go
swirling, writhing light and shadow bursts out of her soul
until all is consumed with a brightness they can't hold back
When it fades, she's all alone.
RelapseIt’s like countingRelapse in Free Verse More Like This
along your limbs -
remembering a time
‘just one more’
made you feel better.
- & you’re sitting there
Draco, stuck in limbo
always looks like he’s
free birdit’s a need to feel the suns golden fingersfree bird in Free Verse More Like This
teasing figure eights along my back,
& the wind on my cheeks.
i must have been
a bird in some past life,
a swallow or a hummingbird.
because, i swear on some nights
i can feel the growing pains of an atlas
ready to burst through my skin like wings.
i just want to be
whiskeyShewhiskey in Free Verse More Like This
in one slow,
I heard it plunge
into the gaping
emptiness of her.
drank the sun
from my fingertips,
licked me from her lips,
look better dead, plucked
from your November pores."
"They go down smoothest
with Writers Tears."
Scarificationblood oranges areScarification in Free Verse More Like This
slice them open
without a moment’s
their crimson juices
licked from our lips
& that is what
i want to be. -
i sucked from
your mouth -
along my spine.
- i was cut open
Bones mend, but tell no lies.You have cataloged your scarsBones mend, but tell no lies. in Free Verse More Like This
like your body is a library-
to be read through &
You think of
all the little boys
whose greedy fingers
You are angry-
cared for you
They left you
on a shelf
to gather dust.
should you ever
You should never attack a poet,we are the best at exploiting weakness.You should never attack a poet, in Free Verse More Like This
the night you took a scalpel to my chest
& fed my heart to the stars,
you told me i could hate you
if i needed to.
with an exorcism
i tried to cast you out
of my body.
i was contorted limbs:
the language of tongues
trying to find myself
in the cosmos
of lit kerosene fingertips,
& the kinds of habits
that only choke me at 3am -
when my eyes aren’t yet heavy
enough for sleep;
my mind tells me to do awful things.
between fucking &
you are the calories
in the mathematical equation
i think of shy moons
and i don’t eat for three days.
you only liked me
when this poetic tongue
space shrapnel aside-
you’re too far down now
for even the stars
to graph you into their maps.
Keep your secrets, wolfgirl.I have been suffocatingKeep your secrets, wolfgirl. in Free Verse More Like This
on the stars of my past
like horny gentlemen
do with innocent looking
wolfgirls at 3am- their bite
fearless as thieves.
My lilac lungs are breathing in
dust and the tears of Saturn’s
while the rest of me -
well, shes warm off wine
and poems left
Without the IndividualWithout the IndividualWithout the Individual in Free Verse More Like This
Can you imagine a world, directed by a single mind?
A collective conscious, a living hive.
Each time we are born, we receive a part of it
And when we return, we share in the pool.
There would be no fear of death;
No fear of the unknown…
For a thousand souls would bolster our hearts.
We could live—truly LIVE—to the fullest extent of our capabilities.
And when we succeed?
That success returns to the hive…
That success can be shared across the next generation.
We would become an ever-evolving organism.
One with a thousand faces, but a single driving purpose.
Can you even imagine how that would feel?
But…I suppose that you can’t.
For you, as with all humans, share in a single flaw:
The nature of the individual, the ego of the singular man.
Existing in a void of his own thoughts—he has no point of reference.
He is alone, even if surrounded by other humans,
For he shall never share in their minds…
Screaming at the BeastHow many have I had? Why would you ask such a question?Screaming at the Beast in Free Verse More Like This
I've had--only three! Yes, three I swear.
What? No--of course not, what are you suggesting.
Those: I can't quite see them clearly. Oh! Oh dear...
No, you, you must understand this was--just a bit of relaxation,
A little sip to help me sleep.
No--No, don't cry, I'm not going back to those days; I'm not!
I swear it was just--just a passing shower I...
It's just been hard...
It's been so difficult!
WHERE WAS I SUPPOSED TO TURN?
But it's not your fault, I know that.
I suppose I was simply looking for an excuse...
I was drowning you know, in the icy water.
Cold enough to freeze the lungs.
I stopped and simply drifte
Just Pull the TriggerThis pain I feel inside,Just Pull the Trigger in Free Verse More Like This
It comes from no wounds.
This pain I feel I've died,
Don't leave me in this room...
I am surrounded by the walls-
And my cage grows tighter.
I pick up cigarettes and crawl,
As I search for my lighter.
Holding flames that I cup,
In these hands so bitter.
I take that first of puffs;
With a swill of liquor.
I have sunk to the bottom.
I'm dreaming of the moment I-
Will break the surface and see the sun.
But sadly I am done...
So let's go play with the gun!
And load, just pull the trigger!
And load, let the gun smoke linger!
- Word of Chen, 13th May 2014
This is Halloween!This is Halloween:This is Halloween! in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Boys and girls of every age
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?
Come with me and you will see
The friends I've hung down from this tree...
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Corpses scream in the dead of night!
This is Halloween, everybody make a scene
Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright.
It's our town, everybody scream!
In this town of Halloween...
I am the one hiding under your bed;
Licking your hand with a tongue so red and -
I am the one crawling up your stairs,
Thump-thump-drag, when no one's there...
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!
In this town we call home
Everyone hail to the pumpkin song.
In this town, don't we love it now?
Everybody's waiting for the next surprise!
Round that corner man, Jockey in the trash can;
Hunters waiting now to pounce, and how you'll...
Scream! This is Halloween
Sadako is on the screen!
Aren't you scared?
Well, that's just fine!
DieDie:Die in Free Verse More Like This
Such a simple word, spewed without thought.
"I wish you'd die, I wish you'd be killed."
But what if we actually gave meaning to those words?
Can you understand the emotion, the magnitude, the weight,
Of actually seeing the life of an individual depart?
Can you look them in the eyes, as they bleed into your hands;
Observing their final moments, as the light fades from their eyes?
Or are you simply a soft-hearted coward,
Sitting fat behind a computer, wishing death upon others?
To say that one is deserving of death,
Suggests that you are ready to kill.
And if indeed you are ready to kill,
Then you too must be prepared to die.
"Now please, stop those tears my good man, we've only removed three of your toes so far (^_^)"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 9th July 2013
She Dances With FireShe dances with fire, a dragon in tow.She Dances With Fire in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Twirling with flames; graceful and slow
She dances tonight, in a city of ash.
Her feet leaving footprints, where the sand will splash.
Quietly mourning, as time goes by;
Where once she beheld a home in her eyes...
Yet naught but the barest of bones remain,
And so she dances, to soothe the pain.
I Am A WriterI Am A Writer:I Am A Writer in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Gentlemen, today I speak to you
To convey an issue that has plagued the core of our community.
For so long have we been considered second-class;
To this day there are those who still believe that we are not artists.
But today is not about freedom, today is about honour,
Because there are many writers that still seek to shame us all...
I speak of those individuals, who take art from others.
Covers, photos, paintings, digital art, anime and manga.
It matters not where you draw your source from,
But every action impacts upon us as a community.
BECAUSE I AM A WRITER!
When I craft my works, when I write each and every line,
I paint using expression; metaphors are my colours.
The words are my brush and each and every rhyme is my medium.
I do not ask to be considered an artist, but I do ask to be considered.
BECAUSE I AM A WRITER!
For someone who practices his craft day and night,
Painstakingly learning how to use each and ever
CourageYou ask me, 'what is courage?'Courage in Free Verse More Like This
Courage is seeing the hail of fire that surrounds you;
The flashes of light that blind.
Projectiles that score flesh and bone,
Sending red rivers splashing through the sky.
Courage is seeing all of that and staying on to fight,
Simply because there are those who cannot.
Looking To The SkyLooking To The Sky:Looking To The Sky in Free Verse More Like This
Sweet yearning from the depths of my soul.
Blessed is my mind that drinks of this knowledge.
Though stubborn at first, rejecting its hand.
I have learned to accept it as my only salvation.
From the streets which have long been my home.
I look to the skies and the clouds above.
Through my skills I shall rise, so I may catch the stars.
Even if the journey might be as heavy as stone.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 16th September 2013, posted by Co-Captain Hayes
Are We Not Free?Are We Not Free?:Are We Not Free? in Free Verse More Like This
Ye say that nothin' changes;
That all we're tryin' t' do is fer naught.
Ye say that nothing's wrong,
That we should be acceptin' of our fate.
But why should we simply accept things as they are?
Are we no' a free people?
Are we no' allowed t' speak our minds?
Every man, every woman in this land,
Has the freedom t' choose their own path.
If our ideals must beg us differ,
Then that too is a part of the change that grips us.
What exactly do ye have t' fear?
If yer stoic in ye ideal that nothin' will ever change.
Why not simply ignore us;
A passin' flight o' fancy that we are...
Yet still ye try, ye attempt t' change our minds.
Ye pacify us with the notion of acceptance,
Highlightin' the fact that the world is fine.
Ye say that this is the way that things should be!
That m'friend, is yer personal freedom;
I'll not impinge upon it, fer it be yours.
I only ask, if ye could kindly mind,
Not to treat us, like we're bleedin' blind...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 18th July 2013
Cato's FarewellI can't stop thinking of her. How is it that I never told her? Now, though, it's too late. Holding her in my arms, I stare into her dead eyes and blink away the burning feeling in my own. If only I were the dead one. I volunteered to come here for her just as much as the glory and yet I never told her. Never told her how much she meant to me.Cato's Farewell in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The cannon's already fired though. It fired before I reached her and it was my name that she last uttered. My name she screamed through the field. And, as I came over the top of the hill, I saw her lips whisper it silently before the light left her beautiful dark eyes. Oh and I never told her!
"Clove." I whisper, bringing my face close to her. Then, more loudly, "Clove, please, Clove!" a tear rolls from my face onto her cheek and I pull her closer to me, rocking back and forth. "Please, Clove, oh please!" my shoulders start to tremble as I fight back the sorrow. How did I let this happen? How? After the change in the rules too. She and I could hav
Cato's ReapingThere must be some mistake. Perhaps I heard wrong. But she's stepping delicately through the crowd, head high with pride, eyes dark and beautiful, a noble in every way. She is in every way perfect. And I've never told her. Here and now, I watch her, realizing this may well be the final time we see each other.Cato's Reaping in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
By the time that the Capitol woman is dipping her finger tips into the bowl for the second name, I've made up my mind. This can't be the last time I see her face nor can I imagine that she won't return home. I have to be the one that doesn't come back. "Are there any volunteers?"
As others have done in past, for glory, for friends, for family, I do for that ache in my chest. Stepping out of the pristine line, I straighten to my full height. "I volunteer as Tribute." Her eyes meet mine, fiery with determination. Yet, deeper, I see a flicker of something else. My heart skips a beat. Worry that I might get killed? Concern for me? Understanding?
Saying goodbyes is short and it seems t
Finnick's Story chapter 8"Don't show them everything. Don't show them what you excel at, rather the minimal to gain alliances." Mags advises us as the elevator grinds to a stop.Finnick's Story chapter 8 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Marine shrugs, indifferent, as she pushes through the doors. Out of sight of the Capitol citizens, her moods become icy once more. It seems that she's determined to knock me out of the running for sponsors more than anything. I'll have to use it to my advantage. As I'm about to step out of the elevator, Mags grabs my arm and I turn to face her. "Finnick," she mutters, her blue eyes glancing behind me out the elevator door after Marine. "Remember, allies judge your character just as much as any sponsor. More, in fact. I know what Marine is trying and she hasn't listened to my advice, so I'm relying on you being smart." She smiled slightly. "And remember, it's not an act except in my company."
I nod, grinning slightly. "Never would dream of it being false."
The other tributes turn their heads as I step out of the elevator. Al
Finnick's Story part 15The wait is intolerable but I make myself seem totally calm and at ease, even as my prep team worries and fret along with Klarad. Even Marine, in a slim silver dress that brushes the floor, is pacing. I have to admit that our stylist have out done themselves. Instead of dressing us completely as fish, we just have the coloration and slight scaling. To my surprise, it doesn't look bad. In fact, it's eye-catching. Each movement makes Marine flash and glitter silver while mine, more subtle, still randomly shines a sea blue, based, Renalda proudly told me, off the color of a 'Queen Tiger Shark.' It was Mags who clarified, trying to maintain her composer and not laugh, that Renalda meant a Queen Trigger Fish. The color is actually fetching for my jacket and pants, almost unreal looking with the texture and shine. My undershirt is the color of our Parade outfits, the color of my eyes to accentuate them, as Renalda, blushing, remarked after I was allowed to look in the mirror.Finnick's Story part 15 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Finnick Story chapter 7"Ah, finally, you don't smell like fish!" one of my prep team, a man with heavily gelled eyebrows announces as I step out of the scalding water. my skin is raw from the scrubbing and heat but he's right; I don't smell like fish. I don't smell anything like the ocean or the sand or the blue sky back home. Instead, I smell of mint which, to myself, is a downgrade. The man runs a hand over his bald head with the intricate copper and silver tattoos of vines as he looks toward the rest of the prep team. Out of all of them, he might be the most normal looking. There's a woman with implants under the skin of her face to make swirling designs and her hair is cut short, dyed gold. The last member of my prep team is another man, thin as a rail with deep set eyes. He's almost gaunt which, no doubt, is what he's going for because the shadows under his eyes are clearly tattoos as is the scar across his cheek. His black hair has a bright lime green streak that's longer than the rest and falls past hFinnick Story chapter 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Finnick Story part 13When I wake up it's because Klarad is rapping his knuckles against the door. "Come on, we have to get ready ready ready!"Finnick Story part 13 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I roll over and fall off the bed, slamming against the carpet. Pulling myself up, I brush off the front of my shirt to straighten it before opening the door. Klarad, with his ludicrous smile and hair, somehow doesn't manage to lighten my mood. I make myself smile back, though, as I step out. "Sorry, Klarad, I needed to catch up on sleep before the scores."
He laughs, reminding me of one of the cackling gulls back home. "Oh-oh-oh, I don't blame you in the least! I mean, no one ever sleeps before going in front of the Game Makers." He laughs again, light and airy. "I mean, how could they? So much depends on it and so many people get low scores and no sponsors."
Hearing him talk about tributes that way annoys me. He doesn't understand any of the fear that's been building in my chest since I left the Training Center this morning. That endless agony of not kno
Best FriendWhat went wrong,Best Friend in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I keep asking myself,
Could you have been thinking,
Of someone else,
Did you need to run to,
The arms of another,
Tell me baby,
Why do I bother,
Can't stop thinking,
About her blue eyes,
Want to call her,
But every single time I try,
My hands freeze up and I'm wondering again,
If I can risk,
Falling for my best friend
But you're the one the one I want,
You're the one the one I dream of,
I can't I can't keep you outa my mind,
I think I think of you all the time,
I keep remembering,
Your grin your grin your grin,
And I'm falling falling falling,
For my best best friend,
Last time I saw you,
She could barely keep herself off of you,
I can't stop wondering,
If you happen to love her too,
But when you,
Caught my eye,
Just for a moment,
I thought that you might be mine,
I keep thinking about your face,
When you saw her next to me,
Wanted to tell you,
That I didn't love her back,
But couldn't think of,
Anyway to utter that,
When I met your blue gaze thoug
The Soul Keeper's Daughter chapter 3When I step through the tavern door, the noise falters momentarily. The hair along the back of my neck rises as people turn to stare. A sight I must be. Covered in mud, holding a stick I found along the way to support part of my weight, my hurt leg off to one side, the hood still shadowing my face.The Soul Keeper's Daughter chapter 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After what seems forever, the bartender nods in my direction and the warm talk resumes. "What might I get ye?"
Crossing the room, I lean on the counter like the Lords and Dukes that come to our house do, one elbow on the wood, the other in the folds of my cloak where it could rest on money or a rapier. I lower my head and voice. "I have come seeking the Soul Strugglers."
Something like a shadow crosses the man's burly face. "And how, my sir, has miss informed ye so? I know of the Soul Strugglers but not of their location."
My mouth goes dry as I open it to speak. The reason I have chosen to come here is that it's the place my father's spy always brings news of. It's where he mentions the Sou
Finnick Story part 6There's no telling what Mags's thinking as the train windows darken. Her face becomes unreadable. Squinting out of the window at the speeding darkness, it's impossible to see anything at all. My heart thunders in my chest as I turn to her, fighting back the growing knowledge. "Are we near the Capitol?"Finnick Story part 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She nods mutely. Marine Athica, sitting across the car from me, scowls at Klarad as he bounds into the room. I want to glower too, but I make myself smile instead, charming as much as possible. "We're almost there! Can't you just imagine imagine imaging?!" ignoring the death look form Marine, he throws an arm around her shoulders and sweeps the other in front of them, as if showing her a brand new world. "Camera, your prep team, the fame, the interviews! People are going to simply love you both! Excited excited! You'll make your first impression on the entire Capitol! People are going to simply love you both!" it's hard not to laugh at how stupid he seems to be. With the look that Marine
Finnick Story part 14It's when I close my door that I allow myself to let my shoulders slacken. The wait, the relief, the act, they've all taken their toll and now I am exhausted.Finnick Story part 14 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
For the second time that day I fall onto the bed, but, this time, despite how tired I am, sleep won't come. Instead I keep seeing Klarad's overjoyed expression, hearing Renalda's excited chatter of tomorrow's interview, glimpsing the quiet and satisfied nod from Mags, and feeling the scorching hatred of Marine's eyes on by back.
Turning on the bed, I stare up at the ceiling. With each breath bringing me closer to the Arena, I don't know if sleep is possible. In two days I will see people die. I might even die. But I can't allow myself to think like that, not if I want to return home. There's another thing too. In two days, I am positive that Marine will hunt me down. She wants me dead first. I've out shone her in scores and, if she disliked me before, she hates me now.
I don't know when I fell asleep only that there is early dayl
All Her Little ThingsStop hating her for the littlest things.All Her Little Things in Free Verse More Like This
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from..
Stop demanding her to do things,
Things she can't accomplish,
Things she can't imagine being done...
Stop lying to her,
Telling her you love her,
Want her, need her...
When all you've ever done is make her want to
Stop hating her for the littlest things.
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from...
When those little things you've done
Take her down...
The little things won't matter anymore.
Hello Darling.Hello darling.Hello Darling. in Free Verse More Like This
I see you're hiding behind long sleeves.
I can see you trying to cover up your "ugly side" with gemstones and lace, with pretty clothes and make up.
But, hello darling.
You can show me.
I see you're pushing away your dinner.
I can see you thrusting fingers down your throat into the sink, trying to hide your secret with laughter and smiles.
But, hello dear.
You can show me.
I see you're hiding behind these precious things that the others care so much about.
I see you're upset with who you are, in fear that who you are might upset others.
I see you're broken, and I see, you're outspoken. You're lost and confused.
I see you're trying to hide something.
But, hello honey,
You can show me.
Because I don't care what they say about you.
I won't listen.
Stop asking me...Stop asking me what's wrongStop asking me... in Free Verse More Like This
Because I'm never going to answer.
Stop telling me it gets better
Because I've accepted that it'll never change.
Stop begging me to let you in
Because even then, I'm just going to fake a smile.
Daddy, Daddy.Daddy, daddy! Come play with me.Daddy, Daddy. in Free Verse More Like This
I'll be the princess filled with glee.
You'll be the king, you'll reign over the sea.
Daddy, daddy, come play with me!
Daddy, daddy! Let's play a game
I'll grow up and like magic, i'll change
Into somebody so odd and so strange
Daddy, Daddy. Let's play a game.
Dad, hey dad! Let's do something fun.
I'll pull the trigger of this heavy gun
After I've given you some time to run
Dad, hey dad, let's have some fun.
Dad, come on now, can't you see?
This knife in your back and this bullet in your knee
It's who I've become, who I've grown to be.
Daddy, come on...
Come play with me.
In a Little Girl's MindThere sits the girl with the things in her eyesIn a Little Girl's Mind in Free Verse More Like This
Monsters, destruction, and sweet butterflies
Hopscotch and daisies, surrounded by screams
Beautiful dresses now torn at the seams
Crayons and paintbrushes, villains and grins
Young, gladsome innocence, hatred and sins
Little red houses on roads left to fade
Gorgeous moonlight shining off of the blade
Blood pouring out as she cries her own name
Knowing she's forced to take each bit of blame
She could have stopped it and left it behind
All of these things in her troubled young mind
She could have saved them if she dared to try
Rather, though, she left herself there to die.
Now, others watch as she sits on the ground
Keeping their distance and letting her drown
In her own worries and things she won't tell
Waiting for her mind to kill her as well…
Are You?I'm sorry,Are You? in Free Verse More Like This
that I'm not
I'm not a supermodel.
that I'm not
I'm not a comedian.
that I'm not
that I'm not
that I'm not
I'm not perfect.
Dear Daddy, I hate you.Dad,Dear Daddy, I hate you. in Free Verse More Like This
There's something I want you to know,
Because, hey dad..
I'm not stupid.
I know you're not going to be here
Something I wanted to say..
I hate you.
I hate how you've been there for me.
I hate how you made me who I am today.
I hate how you've always inspired me,
And I hate how you've been the best father anyone could ask for.
I hate how I know you enough to know exactly what you're going to say.
I hate how you know me the same way.
I hate how you love your family more than anything.
I hate how you've been strong just so we don't feel weak,
And I hate how you never gave up on us.
On your family.
On your daughters.
I hate knowing that it's going to be
I'm going to miss you, Dad.
... Daddy, I'm going to miss you.
And I hate you for that.
Mommy's Suicide Mom... Did you just...Mommy's Suicide in Free Verse More Like This
Pills and whiskey down her throat
As she slowly stumbles down the stairs.
Through her cries and regret
She begins crashing into walls.
"Call 911!" I yell, as I begin holding my mother
After she collapsed, her head hitting the floor.
I hear police sirens outside our home.
My sister runs through the front door in fear.
The paramedics begin asking her things
That she barely knew the answer to.
"What's your name?"
"Do you know where you are?"
And most importantly..
"Why did you do it?"
"I didn't want to bother her anymore."
Daddy Doesn't RememberDaddy doesn't remember me.Daddy Doesn't Remember in Free Verse More Like This
Daddy doesn't remember Mommy.
Daddy doesn't remember his life.
In the year 1975,
Back when he was fifteen.
He still thinks his mom is alive.
He still thinks he's going to get beaten
For not being home.
And he still doesn't
Daddy doesn't remember me.
Daddy doesn't remember Mommy.
Daddy doesn't remember my sisters.
Daddy doesn't remember his life.
In his past.
"Daddy," I cry
Tears filling my eyes.
And after a while
After he lies there, lifeless
For over a half hour..
He wakes up.
"What happened?" He asks.
Daddy didn't remember me.
Daddy didn't remember Mommy.
Daddy didn't remember my sisters.
But Daddy doesn't remember that.
Selfish Suicide"People who kill themselves are selfish."Selfish Suicide in Free Verse More Like This
Well, darling, let me tell you a story,
A story all too true.
A daughter who became a wife, a wife who became a mother.
A mother of three girls...
One just above the age of a toddler,
One at the age of twelve,
And one entering the life of a married adult.
Now, the youngest girl was watching television,
And the oldest at the neighbor's home.
The twelve year old daughter sat at a computer with her closest friend,
When something terrifying happened.
Her mother was in the kitchen, coughing.
The daughter, although unable to see her mother, only could imagine the situation.
The mother walked calmly past the daughter with tears rushing down her face,
And up the stairs she went,
Into her bedroom...
Locking the door behind her.
The daughter, hearing the door lock, didn't bother to check on her mother.
She decided to expect and hope for the best.
Five, maybe ten minutes passed, the daughter still sitting at the computer,
When the mother stumbled down the
Ronin: Alpha Male, Part IIWe begin with a recap, as Ronin narrates, we see images to reflect the recapRonin: Alpha Male, Part II in General Fiction More Like This
Ronin: *narrating* A couple nights a go, I ran into a couple of college jocks buying designer roids. When one of them took the drug, it had a reaction I never saw before. Tests showed that some of the components is made by a supplement and fitness country run by Jacob Hercule; who I met at his gym. He offered to make me stronger...and after I ran into that creature last night....
We come into the present, Joseph and Hercule enter Hercule's office
Ronin: *narrating* I need to be stronger.
Hercule: I cannot deny it's been difficult getting to this point, science brings out the mindful and those seeking an opportunity
Joseph looks at the office. It's part executive suite, part high class gym, part lab.
Hercule: First things first, we need to analyze you.
He takes out a syringe
Hercule: You don't mind needles do you?
Hercule takes a sample of Joseph's blood.
Hercule: Now, just the vital statistics. Hei
Mr. Sandman, Send Me A DreamThere is a realm outside reality, where your wildest imaginations and your darkest nightmares live. Here there be two feuding brothers, and their gargoyles, a sentient meadow known as Fiddler's Green, a loyal butler, a wisecracking raven, and more.Mr. Sandman, Send Me A Dream in General Fiction More Like This
In the center of this realm, behind gates of horn and ivory, stands a beautiful castle made of the purest dream-stuff. Imagine a much grander, and far more gothic, Cinderella's Castle.
And in the ornate throne room sits the realm's master. His hair and robe are dark as night, and his eyes are filled with stars. Around his neck is a chain with a massive ruby. Attached to his belt is a bag filled with magical sand. And perched on an armrest is a weird shaped helm that is a cross between a hummingbird and a gas mask.
His name is Morpheus, or Dream.
Others simply call him "The Sandman".
Nearby were seven niches, each with a symbol for his siblings and himself. They are the Endless, aspects of the universe such as Destiny, Desire, Destruction, an
Valentine's Day Tale: Joseph Plays CupidValentine's Day Tale: Joseph Plays Cupid in Short Stories More Like This
"I hate this holiday, I really do...." said Joseph Kane, his arms filled with objects red, pink and frilly. He had just come home from work early with boxes of various items that had appeared on his desk that day and was sorting them in Wayne Manor's main parlor. After seeing them, he KNEW he had to leave VERY early.
"Seems you caught the attention of several young women, sir," said Alfred taking the objects from Joseph's arms.
"I'm too busy to have a relationship, Alfred; plus even as just the info broker, it might not be safe for me to have one." Joseph picked up a teddy bear, "Right now I want to take a shotgun and use this mass marketed schlock as target practice."
Sam snatched the teddy bear out of his brother's hands, "I'll take that! I'm not letting you use a teddy as a clay pigeon!"
"Fine, you and Barkley and Damian and Titus can takes the stuffed animals...."
Wreck This Journal [Various x Reader] 35/???Page 35…Wreck This Journal [Various x Reader] 35/??? in General Fiction More Like This
Hearing the familiar sound of the bell at the entrance to the store, Ukai looked up from the magazine he was idly flipping through to greet the customer that happened to walk in. His eyes landed upon a familiar student and he merely grunted in greeting, going back to scanning the words of the article before him as he chewed on the butt of his cigarette. It had longed since burned out, but he couldn't get himself to throw it away and start a new one just yet.
"Hi, Coach Ukai," [Name] chirped, placing her elbows on the counter before resting her head on her closed fists. In front of her, she had placed her favorite journal on the counter. Ukai noticed how it seemed to get fatter every time he saw it, the pages practically bursting with random items.
"Hello, [Name]-san," Ukai greeted the first year, eyes glancing in her direction briefly. "There isn't any practice today."
"Oh, I know that," [Name] responded, waving one of her hands in the air in an understanding ges
Wreck This Journal [Various x Reader] 34/???Page 34…Wreck This Journal [Various x Reader] 34/??? in General Fiction More Like This
Eyes fixated on the volleyball in his hands, Kageyama tried his best to ignore the constant sound of snipping scissors and tear of tape. He had arrived at the gym early in hopes of getting in some practice on his jump serves, but the incessant noise from his only companion in the room seemed to serve as quite the distraction. He had already missed three serves and hit the net several times. Kageyama could already feel his eye twitching as the sound of slicing paper continued to penetrate his eardrums.
"Oi, knock it off already," he commanded [Name], pointing a finger at her.
From her spot on the gym floor, [Name] looked up at Kageyama. She puffed out her cheeks slightly in a huff, dropping the objects in her hands. They landed on the floor of the gym with a loud clatter, the rush of wind from their impact scattering small scraps of paper all around. To say the gym floor was a mess would be an understatement.
"That's really rude of you to say, Kageyama-kun," [Name
Wreck This Journal [Various x Reader] 14/???Page 14…Wreck This Journal [Various x Reader] 14/??? in General Fiction More Like This
“Ah, I think this is going to be my favorite page!”
Nishinoya looked over towards the first year female sitting nearby, raising a brow in question. She was flipping through her journal, searching for a new prompt to do, but had stopped on a page in only a few seconds after reading its content. Setting the book down, she turned to search through her school bag for the crayon boxes she always kept in there. Nishinoya walked over, looking over her shoulder to read at the instructions on the page.
“Oh, but what should I do?” [Name] mumbled to herself. Noticing the shoes that belonged to none other than Karasuno’s Guardian Deity, she looked up from her position on the floor and beamed at him with a wide smile. “Nishinoya-senpai, you want to help me?”
Voice catching in his throat for a second due to the utterance of the honorific, Nishinoya nodded enthusiastically. He quickly took his place beside the female on the gym floor, ac
Wreck This Journal [Various x Reader] 12/???Page 12…Wreck This Journal [Various x Reader] 12/??? in General Fiction More Like This
Asahi flinched, looking in all directions down the hallway in search for the person who had called him out. Around him, people had started to whisper. Phrases such as 'first year girl' and 'pimping her out' floated to his ears and he instantly knew who it was that had been saying his name. He quickened his pace towards his classroom, feeling that he would rather not deal with the rambunctious first year so early on in the morning.
A small hand latched itself onto his arm and Asahi had to keep himself from nearly shrieking in surprise when he was turned around forcefully. A frown formed onto his lips as he stared down at [Name], noticing that she had started huffing and puffing from running after the long legged male.
"Finally," she panted, one hand on her knee as she tried to catch her breath. "You walk very fast Asahi-senpai. I almost couldn't catch up with you."
Asahi wanted to tell her that it was intended for her not to ca
Wreck This Journal [Various x Reader] 5/???Page 5…Wreck This Journal [Various x Reader] 5/??? in General Fiction More Like This
Feeling the warmth of her foam cup of coffee, [Name] sighed in bliss as the heat radiated through the cup and into her slightly numb fingers. The steam from her warm drink was slowly escaping into the cool evening air, fanning over her face whenever the wind blew it in the right direction. She took a small sip, wincing at the bitter taste as it burned the tip of her tongue a bit. She would need to let it cool for a moment before she could attempt to take another sip.
“Thank you for buying me a cup of coffee, Daichi-senpai,” [Name] chirped, turning her focus towards the taller male.
Daichi merely grunted in response, his hands continuing to hand out the meat buns he had purchased for his teammates. They each thanked him one by one, some of them showing more excitement than others as they happily devoured the well needed food. Hinata, who had been jumping in place due to elation upon receiving his after practice treat, bounded over towards his female clas
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Sparkling grin plastered onto his face and eyes crinkled in excitement, Hinata walked into his classroom with minutes to spare. His palm still stung from morning practice and he wished for the familiar tingle to stick with him all day so he could relish in the feeling. As he sat in his seat, dropping his bag unceremoniously onto the floor next to him, he barely noticed the sound of a pencil scribbling onto paper coming from his right. Looking over towards his classmate, he noticed how she was slouched over in her chair, furiously scribbling into a book.
“Hey, [Name]-chan, what’s that thing?”
Hearing her name being called by the bubbly ginger, [Name] stopped her doodling and placed her pencil down before facing him with a smile. She picked up the brand new book with both of her hands, presenting it to him with the front cover facing away from her.
“My uncle sent me a book for my birthday.”
“Eh? ‘Wreck This Journal’? W
Tease: Hair Ties [Azumane Asahi]Asahi frowned, the feeling of his hair brushing up against his chin finally starting to bother him. He brushed the long strands out if his face, tucking several pieces behind his ear in a vain attempt to get it out of his way. When the strands promptly fell back into place, blocking Asahi's view, he could only sigh in defeat. Ever since his hair tie had decided to snap, the tall third year had been messing with his brown locks, trying to get them to stay put. With his hair out of its usual bun and in his face, he was having such a hard time doing anything.Tease: Hair Ties [Azumane Asahi] in Humor More Like This
"Asahi-kun, do you want one?"
Asahi turned his attention towards his classmate, [Name], noticing how she removed an elastic band from the many that encircled her wrist. She held it up so he could see it, her fingers twirling it around a bit. It was black, much like the ones he would often use, but it had a single strand of silver coiling around it, making the elastic band look rather sparkly. It was girly and Asahi would rather not h
Tease: Lunch Time [Yamaguchi Tadashi]Humming quietly to herself, [Name] happily nibbled on a piece of meat she had retrieved from her bento, wooden chopsticks idly hanging from her lips. She had some of her school textbooks open and sitting face up on the large desk she was seated at, the bright lights of the empty library illuminating the fine print and making it easier to read. Reaching forward with her chopsticks in hand, the young first year snagged yet another piece of meat from her bento. She gave a questioning look to her project partner, gesturing towards the meal with her expression.Tease: Lunch Time [Yamaguchi Tadashi] in Humor More Like This
"Yamaguchi-kun, did you want to try some of my lunch?"
Her question was innocent enough, but Yamaguchi couldn't keep the heated blush from staining his face as he shook his head in refusal. They were supposed to be studying, but it had started to feel more like a date for the flustered first year male. He watched as his female classmate merely shrugged at his refusal, once again reaching down to pick out something to nibble on. He co
Tease: Popsicle [Nishinoya Yuu]A quiet slurping sound elicited from a young, female teenagers mouth, her tongue darting out to lap at the liquid that threatened to drip onto her delicate hands. Her lips, which had gone numb due to the constant sucking, wrapped themselves around her treat before receding with a pop. She hummed a bit in bliss, the sound reverberating in her throat as she smiled up at her companion.Tease: Popsicle [Nishinoya Yuu] in Humor More Like This
“Thank you for buying me a popsicle,” [Name] chirped happily, her tongue once again running along the length of her frozen treat. It was melting rather quickly under the heat of the summer sun.
Her companion, Karasuno’s very own Guardian Deity, merely nodded at her thanks, his eyes wide open as he watched [Name] happily slurp away at her dripping treat. His own popsicle, which he had started to ignore upon seeing her actions, was held halfway in his mouth, his teeth hanging onto it for dear life as they barely bit through the frozen treat. His mind was far too distracted, the noises [Name]
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Swerving harshly, a bus full of teenagers—plus two adults—made its way down a frequently used road. Inside the bus, the Karasuno boys' volleyball team was chatting it up, passing the time as they all traveled together towards one destination. They were all very excited—who wouldn't be?—considering they were all invited once again to have practice matches with their newfound friends and rivals teams from Tokyo. It was going to be a weeklong event and everyone had packed accordingly, their filled-to-the-brim duffel bags shoved underneath the seats in front of them.
"Man, this is going to be great!" Hinata was literally bouncing in his seat. Out of all the volleyball boys, he had to be the most excited. After all, he had actually convinced Takeda to allow his best friend to join them on their weeklong field trip. "[Name]-chan! You finally get to meet Kenma and all the others! Aren't you excited?!"
"Yeah," [Name] responded shortly with a grunt