Reversed Abduction -Chapter 1- The silver clock hung noisily on the wall, ticking with the sound of a bomb as each second went by. I was impatiently waiting for nine o’clock that evening. The reason? I was practically forced into walking to the mall with my best friend, Lux, and her “boyfriend”, Jack. Jack would repeatedly end their relationship, until he discovered that his good looks weren’t going to get him very far when matched up with his attitude. So, he would beg for Lux to take him back… and Lux, being so in infatuated with him, would agree to the relationship in an instant. Apparently they were back together, and wanted to meet with me at the mall that night. … At nine o’clock… on Sunday.Reversed Abduction -Chapter 1- in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I turned my head to my mother as she sat on the recliner. Her short, curly blonde hair barely reached her shoulders. She was twirling it with her finger, as if it wasn’t already perfectly shaped and spiraled.
Writer's block.A thirteen-year-old poet,Writer's block. in Free Verse More Like This
Whispers frolicking among her tongue
As a ballet dancer across a stage.
What to write, oh, what to write…
Her fingers wrapped around a pencil,
Gently tickling the page
With a language between herself
And her imagination.
Thoughts race through her mind,
Frozen hands on a silver clock
Turning moments into
D r e a d f u l h o u r s .
What to write, oh, what to write…
Crickets stop their chirping,
Birds start to sing.
Five thirty in the morning,
And not a single word on paper.
What to write, oh, what to write…
She begins to scribble across the page,
Doodles and anything that crosses her mind.
Words begin flooding her thoughts,
As she wrinkles the paper and grabs a clean sheet.
“A thirteen year old poet,
Whispers frolicking among her tongue
As a ballet dancer across a stage…"
And just as she nears the end
Of these words,
I Love You, DaddyDaddy, please don't touch me.I Love You, Daddy in Free Verse More Like This
It doesn't feel good.
It makes me feel..
Daddy, please don't hit me.
I didn't mean to disappoint you.
When you hit me, it makes me feel...
Daddy, please don't hurt her.
Mommy didn't do anything.
When you hit her, it makes me feel..
Daddy, please don't say you love me.
I know you're lying.
When you say you still want me, it makes me feel...
Daddy, please stop screaming at her.
You already killed her.
When you scream at her, it makes me feel..
Daddy, stay there.
Let me sink the knife into your throat.
When you bleed, it makes me feel..
Daddy, aren't you happy now?
As you lie there, lifeless.
I'm only following your footsteps.
This makes me feel...
Daddy, please listen.
I know you can't hear me, but...
I still love you.
The same way you always loved me.
And it makes me feel...
It makes me feel..
We Only Live To DieThis is what we live for—these whispers on our lipsWe Only Live To Die in Free Verse More Like This
The drying bits of blood on our paper-cut fingertips
Opening the letters that we left our future selves
A bittersweet reminder of those storybooks on the shelves
This is what we live for – this emotion in our souls
The torture and the bittersweet moments of lost control
Biting cracked lips with the dirt beneath our nails
These moments of imperfection as our trains of thought derail
This is what we live for – shutting doors and opening eyes
Smiling for a moment, before the tears reveal our lies
This is what we live for, this reality, this life…
This is what we live for,
As we only live
Gun Within The MirrorIt feels as if my reflectionGun Within The Mirror in Free Verse More Like This
Points a gun at its own head,
As my bullet shoots the mirror
And paints the floor with red,
And it feels as if my gun
Just isn't steady in my hand,
Because darling, when I jump off cliffs,
Do you think I always land?
It feels as if the razor blade
Might be my only friend,
And it feels as if the broken glass
Might soon begin to bend,
Because my reflection is distorted, love.
Can't you see that, love, can't you see?
I'm pointing a gun at the mirror,
And the mirror points back at me.
The Face At The DoorThe face at the door is a demon, a godThe Face At The Door in Free Verse More Like This
He smiles through stitches, his stare rather odd
The face at the door is a cruel, silent being
Yet, people are calm, and the children aren't fleeing
Quiet yourself, for you're the only one
Crying for help at the point of a gun
Learn how to fly, rather, learn how to fall,
The face at the door... well... there's no face at all.
A Victim Always WinsDear victims (please read),A Victim Always Wins in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes they just don’t believe
That what they’re doing to you
Could leave scars beneath your sleeve
A wound within your heart
A broken dream upon your mind
A tear fallen out of innocent eyes
A tragedy on rewind.
But, please don’t give up on this…
This battle fought inside
This war where you are left tied up
While they shoot you with lies.
Please, you know they’re the ones
That will never make it through
The reality of this world,
By hurting people like you.
Please, don’t give up,
Just keep fighting this battle within
And remember, while you may be the victim…
The victim always wins.
WafflesSmiling, as the spears sink into yourWaffles in Free Verse More Like This
The excitement. The joy.
Slowly, I slice through you
So slowly, so painfully.
The rush. The power.
And then, suddenly
As if a demand from demons had told me to do it…
I raise the fork to my mouth and take a bite.
Well, Honey...You think depression is a choice?Well, Honey... in Free Verse More Like This
Do you think I choose
To feel worthless?
To feel empty,
To feel sick to my stomach because I think too much?
To feel broken,
To feel hopeless,
Angry at myself..
To feel suicidal, sometimes without knowing a reason?
To feel the need to lay in bed all day,
Without moving a muscle,
Because getting up would just make me want to fall back down?
Depression is never a choice.
You don't choose depression.
Depression chooses you.
We don't need ignorant people to choose us, too.
Pirate!JapanxPirate!ReaderxPirate!ScotlandPirate!JapanxPirate!ReaderxPirate!Scotland (With Bounty Hunter Australia)Pirate!JapanxPirate!ReaderxPirate!Scotland in General Fiction More Like This
Queen of the seas
The heels of your white leather boots made a clicking noise as you made your way through the silent cobbled streets of Cassis, France. Jones followed you along with Yao, both looking slightly apprehensive. You continued on your way, trying to ignore the fear preying at your mind.
Finally you arrived at your destination. A small, cracked, greying doorway tucked into an alleyway. You knocked, leaning on the crumbling wall next to it. Yao looked about, tugging on his hair, while Jones nervously tapped on the burnished gun holstered to his hip.
You knocked again, harder this time, more insistent. Yao let out a sigh, pulling a dragon head pipe full of tabaco out of his ridiculously large sleeves. You knocked again, feeling your already short patience growing thinner.
The door was yanked open and a very sleepy, irritated and
PirateJapanxPirate!ReaderxPiraPirateJapanxPirate!ReaderxPirate!Scotland (With Bounty Hunter Australia)PirateJapanxPirate!ReaderxPira in General Fiction More Like This
Queen of the seas
You watched as the cupped, worn hands shook roughly. The fingers were dyed yellow from too many years of smoking and dealing with mysterious plants. The said fingers splayed, letting the treasure held within spill over the cracking table top. Bones, each carved with a different rune, were spilled across the table.
The man across the table leaned in close, his brown eyes narrowing as he studied the runes. His eyes darted back and forth, widening, then narrowing, before he scooped the bones up and threw them again.
"Yao, you've been doing this for the past hour."
"Shhhhhh." He scowled at you, studying the bones again, this time picking one up and licking it. You grimaced, lips pursed. Yao grinned crazily, eyes unfocused. He shook his head violently, eyes shut tight.
"Aiyah, no matter what I do, your future suck ass!!"
"Thank you so much." You roll
HetaliaxReader Seven SinsHetaliaxReaderHetaliaxReader Seven Sins in General Fiction More Like This
Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. Even though your eyes were closed and you still felt like you were in bed, you knew something wasn't right.
When you finally gathered up the courage to crack an eyelid open, you felt your heart sink as your suspicion was confirmed.
You were still in your bed, but your bed wasn't in your house. Instead, you were staring, dumbfounded, around a large cavern. A large, drippy, moldering, cavern. Your eyes narrowed as you looked about, studying your surroundings.
There were seven archways leading out. Each one had a word chiseled above it.
luxuria gula avaritia acedia ira invidia superbia
You frowned, the words...No.... The names were familiar.
lust gluttony greed sloth wrath envy pride
The Seven Deadly Sins
The only way to leave was to choose one. You stood up and headed over towards them.
FrancexReaderx2P!Stalker!EnglandFrancexReaderx2P!Stalker!England!FrancexReaderx2P!Stalker!England in General Fiction More Like This
There was another one. Another lily.
You sighed, gently picking up the beautiful bloom and tossing onto the winter frosted lawn. They always appeared every morning in the mailbox.
It was fifth one this week. The twentieth one that month. There was no need for you to try to remember how many in the past year.
At first when these little flowers had appeared, you had thought that your boyfriend, Francis, was the one doing it. But he had told you he would never do something as distant as that. He would much rather bring you a bouquet of flowers personally, just to see the expression on your face.
"Anozer one?" Francis looked up, a frown on his lips. You nodded, flipping through the mail.
Bills, advertisement, card from your mother and, You frowned at the last one, an unmarked letter.
Ripping it open, you paled at the words on the light blue paper.
Roses are red
Violets aren't blue.
If your boyf
Francexreader- Drunk 4FrancexReaderFrancexreader- Drunk 4 in General Fiction More Like This
Drunk- 4 Final
A man was walking across the park, the hem of his long coat flapping about his ankles. You frowned, he looked familiar some how.
He turned his head slightly, flicking a cigarette into the snow. He froze, looking at you. You stared back. Even though his hair was slightly shorter and shaggy, and stubble covered his cheeks you knew who it was. His emotionless violet eyes stared back at you.
You shivered, wrapping your arms around your torso.
It was Francis.
The scruffy remnant of a man you used to know stood silent.
"Francis? Is that really you?"
He nodded slightly, lifting the cigarette to his lips. You stared, still astonished at how changed your friend had become.
"Take a picture _____. It'll last longer." Francis's voice was hoarse and his tone uncaring.
Your jaw dropped. Before you had left, Francis would have
RQ: Soldier!RussiaxMute!Artist!ReaderRQ: Soldier!RussiaxMute!Artist!Reader in General Fiction More Like This
This is what I'm using for Russia's accent
w's turn into v's
v's turn into f's
g's turn into k's
d's turn into t's
th turns into s or z
The tall Russian sighed shakily., looking up at the white-grey sky. He was weary of it.
Weary of war.
War. A game he had had enough of.
Sitting down on a fallen tree, he blew gently on his cold fingers. They ached from holding the barrel of a frozen gun.
How many had he killed today? To many, many of them barely out of boyhood.
The Russian stared at his hard, calloused fingers. They were clean, but to him, they dripped thick crimson blood.
A sudden hacking coughing fit racked his body, making his broad shoulders shake.
Why was he still alive? He was half dead and sick. Many other healthy, lively men had fallen, and yet he continued to live on.
"Ton't kive up Ivan. Zere are many more still alive. Kill sem."
RQ: BTTxReader Traveling with the BTTBTTxReaderRQ: BTTxReader Traveling with the BTT in General Fiction More Like This
Traveling with the BTT
Okay for this one, the reader lives in America >_> That way she/he can travel to Europe and the story makes more scene. xD
Your biggest dream was to travel. Everyone who knew you, knew this fact.(Hell, you had even used it as conversation starters a few times.)
But it was a far fetched dream, for three little reasons.
A) Money was a problem.
B) You could speak fluently in only two languages.
C) Your parents.
Yes, you were a legal adult, and you lived in your own apartment. But, that didn't stop your parents from revoking your passport and going through legal action to make it invalid. And like you pointed out before, money was a issue.
So there you were, moping. You had resigned your self to watching the travel Chanel, mutter curses and insults at the idiots fortunate to get on the show. You failed to hear the front door open. You did, however, hear the obnoxious
Neko-NorwayxReaderNeko-NorwayxReaderNeko-NorwayxReader in General Fiction More Like This
Ugh. Big decisions had always been hard for you. Now faced with "which cat" You were starting to get stressed.
It didn't help that you wanted to take all of them home with you.
'Only one.' You thought 'I only have enough room in my small house for one cat'
On a whim, you sat down. The first cat to approach you, would be the one you took home.
Every cat made a giant circle around you. Felling like you might cry, you crossed your arms.
"They're usually not like this." Elizabaeta stared at the cats in confusion.
A huge Russian forest cat, sat down three feet away, his creepy purple eyes seeming to drill into your very soul.
Defiantly not the cat you were taking home......Even though he was the closest one to you.
Something nudged your hand. A large white cat sat next to you. Stretching out a paw, he batted at leather bracelet on your wrist. The Thor's hammer charm swung wildly.
"You like Norse things Kitty
Francexreader- Drunk 3FrancexReaderFrancexreader- Drunk 3 in General Fiction More Like This
"None of you fucking business."
He fell to his knees, sobbing like a newborn child.
"PLEASE!! I NEED HER!"
-------Arthur's point of view------
"Piss off." My voice was tight with anger. My fist were clenched and it took all of my will power not to hit him.
Tears leaked out of the corners of his eyes. He glared at me with a ferocity I never thought possible of him.
"You don't understand." His voice was shaking with what sounded like a mixture of anger and sadness.
I scowled, knowing that soon the neighbors would be looking outside, the commotion he was causing was a nuisance.
"Come on in then." I stepped aside to let him in. Francis entered, still glaring at me.
I held up a hand before he could open his mouth.
"I'm not telling you were ______ is."
His face contorted with anger, "WHY?!"
I glared back, "She doesn't want to be the fallback anymore. She's tired of you walking all over her."
GreecexReader SlothGreecexReaderGreecexReader Sloth in General Fiction More Like This
You headed for sloth, passing beneath the gnarled archway. There was a whine, then a click. You spun around and gasped. The archway was gone. Now you were standing in a dimly lit area. You squinted. It was a grove of trees.
The long gnarled branches were covered in strange flowers that reminded you of lotus blossoms. 'Wasn't there a myth behind the lotus flower?'
There was, it was Ancient Greek. The island of the Lotus Eaters. Anyone who ate the blossom lost all worldly worries, not caring about anything. Just wanting to sit below the trees and eat. You stomach whined and you felt saliva collecting in your mouth. They smelled really good.
You reached out to take one, then stopped, face pale. Beneath the tree was a bleach white skeleton. You glanced about and shivered, there were several skeletons beneath each tree.
Either they had died and turned to skeletons naturally.... or, something had eaten them. A tree branch ru
SkeletonsPeople are scared of monsters in their closets,Skeletons in Free Verse More Like This
but I already know what's inside mine.
My own skeleton, buried with the other objects that don't seem to matter,
the objects I never seem to notice I lose.
It's chest is empty, eyes hollow, but it doesn't scare me anymore.
I always have been like this, just no one seemed to notice.
I try to keep it hidden from the guests,
but I know that someday i'll have to clean out the closet
and purge myself of this clinging nostalgia.
I know that if I don't soon i'll become a emotionless string of bones as well,
faster than my skin can have a chance to crumble.
LostAll my bridges have led no where, and god I swear, i'm burning them tonight.Lost in Free Verse More Like This
And as I look at the flames i'll imagine that it's you instead, crisp and dead.
All the hurtful names, manipulative games, all of it, burning to ashes.
Maybe some bridges were mean't to fall down.
And no matter how much I wander, I can't keep doing this anymore.
All the sidewalks I take, all the promises I break, they just lead me in the wrong direction.
Because no matter how much I walk, it's always one step forward and two steps back.
Your compass eyes keep me on track but now they're broken and i'm lost
All the lies spoken are building walls and not letting me go
(I need to stop walking circles around you, because i'm not getting anywhere.)
NyctophiliaDarkness is always thereNyctophilia in Free Verse More Like This
in the shadows
in the night skies
in the way she cries at 3 am when no one is there for her except the
darkness that seems to know her all to well.
because the only time she feels at peace is when she can't hear the own hell
in her mind
and when she feels blind and the only thing there to comfort her is the
darkness that seeps through her skin and whispers,
"Darling it'll be alright, some of us were never mean't to see the light."
DeadSomeone once told me that once you die you feel no pain,Dead in Free Verse More Like This
you just feel empty, numb, emotionless,
and if that's the case maybe I was dead all along.
StardustShe has a body made of stardust, and eyes that carry galaxies,Stardust in Free Verse More Like This
but I guess I'll keep dreaming under a sky I can't reach,
and wishing upon stars I can't catch.
AshesI'll drink some gasoline,Ashes in Free Verse More Like This
Then you can set me aflame.
Because holding my ashes,
Is easier than holding my frame.
ConstellationsThe big dipper spilled you from the sky,Constellations in Free Verse More Like This
strait down from space.
Your hair was silky like the milky way,
and you still carried traces of stardust.
You had eyes like venus, piercing and strong,
but you still danced with the stars and kissed the moon.
You would always be caught daydreaming, with your head in the clouds,
and even though I tried to bring you down to earth,
you were always a light year away.
( But I still love you, to the moon and back. )
HurricaneStaring into the eye of the hurricane,Hurricane in Free Verse More Like This
she always walked like a storm.
a scream of thunder, a lightning touch,
she swore she only wanted some rain.
(But all storms start out that way, don't they?)
HumanHeart wild, fierce, untamedHuman in Free Verse More Like This
I keep it locked in my ribcage.
Brain scared, unsure, weak
I keep it close to my ears so it can speak.
The Link of HeroesNintendo is full of heroes:The Link of Heroes in Free Verse More Like This
Some tall, some short, some hardly seen.
Yet one young hero was chosen,
And now wears the old hero's green.
His hair was the colour of wheat.
His eyes were a pure shade of blue.
And while his smile made him look sweet,
His cold glare could cut you in two.
Opposed to all who love evil,
And cherished by all that is good:
The people's loyal Protector.
But humble, yet noble, he stood.
He came from a lowly forest,
Not a proud and wealthy household.
His past is shrouded in secret.
His origin story, not told.
He became a Knight of Hyrule,
The Defender of light and peace.
Guardian of the wise Princess,
Whose rule, all hoped, would never cease.
Arrayed and skilled with his weapons,
The envy of respected Lords,
He holds the shield of his Kingdom,
And he wields the Master of swords.
With a tune, he summons the storm.
The Sages hear him and rejoice.
With one call his horse runs to him.
The Fairies respond to his voice.
He bears the power of Courage.
The Triforce i
Dis' Story - Part 29"Mother? Remind me, did I leave my bow in the bedroom or in the storehouse?"Dis' Story - Part 29 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dis looked up from her book as a young dark-haired Dwarf lad poked his head around the door.
"It's in the cupboard," she replied.
Kili was 25 years old and had shown impressive talent when it came to archery.
"You tidied it away again, didn't you Mother?" He said with a shake of his head. "Of course I did," Dis told him, raising an eye.
If her family couldn't find something, it was usually because Dis had put them away. Really, it was various weapons she didn't care to see lying around.
The many years of hiding away swords and daggers and things because of exploring infants had meant Dis had developed a habit of putting away anything a baby might hurt itself with.
Not that there were any babies or toddlers crawling about now.
Kili and Fili were young boys, not babies.
"And how could anyone hurt themselves with a bow?" Kili had thought, not caring to recall the one time he had caught his
Dis' Story - Part 25 2/3______continued________Dis' Story - Part 25 2/3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
For so long, he and Dis tried not to think of the loss of their brother. But Fili looked so....sweet.
"Your Uncle Frerin...went away, to wait," he answered.
"Wait for what?"
"Wait...for us to go and join him,"
"Why doesn't he wait here?"
"He doesn't live here,"
"But he won't see the baby,"
"He will one day, Fili. He'll meet both of you,"
"He didn't see me as a baby as well?"
"No, he wasn't here. But he will see you too,"
"When we go and join him?"
"When will that be?" Fili was now looking right at his uncle and Thorin blinked a couple of times, trying to work out what to say.
"I...I do not know, my nephew. It may be any time, or it might be in many years. I would like it to be ages until you meet him,"
"Why? Why not now?"
"You're not ready. You are too young and it would be sad if you went and joined him now,"
"Can't Uncle Frerin come here?" Fili looked upset. Thorin was sad too. He wished Frerin could.
Dis' Story - Part 40The years wore away at Dis.Dis' Story - Part 40 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She grew older, wiser, and ever more solemn.
Yet her beauty was still there, hidden in her face. It was an ancient beauty, like old pieces of furniture or artwork.
That was Dis: a beautiful old painting which stirred sorry emotions in the hearts of others.
All had forgotten the sound of her voice and all had forgotten the sight of her smile.
At night, guards would be sure they heard quiet, eerie singing from the depths of the tombs. It was a haunting sound...but that sounded very beautiful too.
However, upon investigating, all they found was Dis, knelt by her brother and sons, head bowed, lips still shut as firmly as it always was, and hands, pale, delicate, porcelain hands, held to her chest, where the remains of an aged and burnt out heart still went on beating.
She lived through many, many years.
She heard of Balin leaving the Mountain with Ori and Oin, and of the growing threat in Mordor.
But she no longer cared for such things.
News came that Oin
Dis' Story - Part 31Thorin and Dis hadn't noticed at first...but Fili, of course, had.Dis' Story - Part 31 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But as the problem grew, it became more and more apparent that something was dangerously wrong.
It first became obvious when Kili was crawling about. Whenever Fili left the room, Kili would look sad. The longer Fili was away, the more agitated Kili became.
When Kili was three, Fili had gone to have his first training session with his Uncle. Kili had responded to it very badly. He kept trying to get out of the house and he wept bitterly. Nothing Dis could say or do would pacify him.
He wouldn't eat.
He wouldn't drink.
He wouldn't sleep.
He simply cried...until Fili came home. Then he was fine.
Dis had called a Dwarf of Medicine and he had diagnosed Kili with a form of anxiety disorder, probably due to his early birth, he thought. The good news was that Kili was eventually grow out of it.
"What do we do until then?" Dis had asked.
"Keep Kili calm and don't let the boys be separate for too long if you can possibly help it,
Dis' Story - Part 27To begin with, only Dis held Kili.Dis' Story - Part 27 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Doctors were still unsure if he would live for very long. But Kili seemed to show no sign of wanting to die. He carried on living.
He wasn't in perfect health, for though he lived, he was, after all, a premature child.
Still, if it were not for Thorin, Fili, and Kili, Dis would have given up ages ago when news that her husband was dead came to her. But she knew that, rather mourn and brood over what she didn't have, she should cherish and nurture what she did have.
What she had was her older brother, the Dwarf that saved her when she was 10 years old and never left her side. And she had her two sons. Two precious treasures from Krili.
One had his looks.
The other had his name.
She was content with that.
Life needed getting used to.
Ered Luin was slowly rebuilt with stone while the residents slept in tents until their houses were restored. Dis knew that it was in one of the buildings that Krili had met death. She knew not which building...nor
Dis' Story - Part 11The darkness was so thick it was suffocating.Dis' Story - Part 11 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dis blinked, trying to discern where she was.
"Something is wrong...something is coming," raspy, hollow voices said around her.
All of a sudden, fire sprang up around Dis and the sky was tinted with bright orange, pink, and red. A shadow loomed up: Erebor! Her Mountain! Her home.
Then there were screams.
Fire rained down like hail and the Dragon swooped down and perched on top of the Mountain in triumph. He roared and raised his winds in a victorious show. Then, still in his scarlet splendour, Smaug descended and landed in front of Dis.
Around were Dwarves running for their lives and were being eaten up, one by one.
She couldn't move.
Out of Erebor she saw, running, her grandfather and her father. Smaug turned and snapped them up in his jaws.
"Sister! We must run!" Thorin was next to her, tugging at her hand. "We must run!" he repeated.
But Dis could not move.
"Thorin! I can't," she whimpered. Her voice sounded different. It was the voice o
Dis' Story - Part 10Thorin watched his beautiful young sister grow.Dis' Story - Part 10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She and Krili would walk, hand in hand, beside the river and Thorin would be there to welcome them back.
He and Krili had developed a close bond.
Both had lost siblings.
Krili depended on Thorin's acceptance and support which he received in huge amounts. Thorin, in turn, was dependent on Krili's company and the love he had for Dis.
Both saw in each other the brother they most needed.
Dis loved them both.
Nevertheless, the Daughter of Thrain II was troubled by the change in her father.
He was seldom seen by anyone and hid himself away most days. Whenever he saw his daughter, a proud smile would be given to her but he seemed constantly preoccupied with unknown business.
It was evident that grief was eating him away and there was nothing that Thorin or Dis could do but watch.
In those days, Krili would take Dis for long walks.
Once, they had climbed up a hill that overlooked Ered Luin. There, they sat and gazed at it for a sh
Dis' Story - Part 35Dis felt her blood trickle like icy rivers beneath her skin. All her life, she had dreamt of returning to Erebor and had prayed that she could go back.Dis' Story - Part 35 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But now, Thorin's words came as a tempest, not words of peace.
She pleaded with her eyes and she said no words.
She couldn't lose Thorin.
He was more that a brother.
He was her last reminder of the Mountain, a remnant of her former life, a memento of Erebor...he was a little piece of home.
"When?" she asked, in a voice so soft that Thorin had to rely on reading her trembling lips.
His stern, proud face, so often lacking in emotion, now became gentle and warm. His eyes were wet with sincere sympathy.
"Spring," he answered, softly taking her shoulders. "Why now?" she then asked. "If not now...then never," her brother replied.
"Dis," he went on, "It has been many years since Smaug was last seen. You cannot think I would let you live out here and die in exile, could you? I promised myself, sister, and I promised Mahal that I would
Dis' Story - Part 41 (Finale)Dis walked along the path and climbed as high as she dared.Dis' Story - Part 41 (Finale) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When the air was too hard to breathe, she stopped climbing and gave a satisfied sigh, her smile making one last appearance.
The sun was setting in the West, and it was to the West that Dis turned.
The World was at peace now.
Mordor had been beaten, there was a King in Gondor, and Middle-Earth was happy.
But Dis no longer belonged to Middle-Earth. She wasn't wanted here.
She had heard a calling in her sleep.
Her left hand opened. Still shining, was Fili's ring, which Krili had given him.
Fili had wanted it back. She would give it to him.
Tenderly, Dis sat down and leant against the Mountain, feeling her body relax...and her heart...beating....slower...
Each breath she took seemed tired and her eyes began to droop. Her energy was abandoning her for good.
But Dis did not mind.
The burnt orange sky shimmered above h
Hunk a Junk -Five Nights at Freddy's- Chapter 6By the time Ruby had finished, Cindy got to know a bit about Freddy from his response to certain questions.Hunk a Junk -Five Nights at Freddy's- Chapter 6 in General Fiction More Like This
She walked over, a small grin on her face before kneeling in front of Freddy and installing his new voice box with high quality pieces rather then the cheap crap they originally had in there.
“It’s great to see you two getting along. Alright Freddy, how’s that?” She asked, leaning back as he still had a really bad odour.
“I FEEL FANTASTIC!” He boomed happily, wiggling his ears-until one got stuck but he didn’t care, he was just so happy to have his real voice back! However he looked at Ruby and winced. Her ears were ringing.
“S-Sorry.” He apologised, forgetting Ruby was right there.
“Dang you really weren’t kidding! Can you sing-”
“WELCOME TO FREDDY FAZBEAR’S PIZZERIA, WHERE CHILDREN AND ADULTS COME TO PLAY.” He sang loudly and proudly, despite their neighbour yelling at them to keep it down
Hunk a Junk -Five Nights at Freddy's- Chapter 17“Seriously, who would be so important that Mr. Lanners would have to track all of his staff to find...whoever they are?” Crystal asked as Cindy took a left turn into the Docks. It was quite eerie at night and there were a few people around but no one that really looked suspicious.Hunk a Junk -Five Nights at Freddy's- Chapter 17 in General Fiction More Like This
It was a vast empty area with the exception of some late night workers that wore large bulky gloves and thick beanies on their heads. True, it wasn’t that cold in town but when you were close to the waves and wind, it was freezing.
Cindy nearly got a job here once. Nearly. She was thankful that she didn’t now and some of the men nearby looked friggin creepy. Then she remembered her sister had said something.
“Huh?” Crystal rolled her eye.
“I said whoever you’re hiding has to be pretty damn important for a high class businessman like Mr. Lanners to place expensive tracking bugs on everybody.” Cindy, however, just sighed.
“Trust me, it’ll click w
Hunk a Junk -Five Nights at Freddy's- Chapter 3“I still say you’re fucking crazy.” Ruby took her attention off the road for a moment to glance at her friend. She was sitting with a shovel poised beside her, constantly watching a large bulky item wrapped up in a tarp.Hunk a Junk -Five Nights at Freddy's- Chapter 3 in General Fiction More Like This
It was underneath that Cindy was afraid of, Freddy Fazbear.
She herself had no idea why she rescued the creepy animatronic, maybe because....
...he looked so sad.
Ruby looked at the road again until their stomach gurgled in unison, making both girl’s faces glow bright red.
“Right, we were gonna get pizza.” Ruby turned the wheel, parking in front of the store. “What’re you doing?! We have a killer robot in the car!” Ruby fished out some notes.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be here keeping an eye on Freddy. Just go in, order some take-away pizza and we’ll go home.” Cindy slowly nodded, too tired and hungry to argue anymore.
She eagerly ran inside to get away from the bear-
-only to find another one
Hunk a Junk -Five Nights at Freddy's- Chapter 2“What the HELL is Freddy doing here?!” Cindy yelled, already backing up. Since Mike escaped from the old pizzeria, he told everyone about the animatronics, even showing footage he caught on his phone at one point. Now everyone in town was scared sh*tless of the old animatronics.Hunk a Junk -Five Nights at Freddy's- Chapter 2 in General Fiction More Like This
However Ruby wasn’t the outgoing type and as such, had no idea why everyone was so scared of a friggin bear. Though those exposed wires and eyes did make it creepy. She walked up to it until Cindy pulled her back.
“What the HELL are you doing?!” She gave Cindy a blank look.
“Come on, dude, it’s a bear. Besides, no one would leave it here if it was dangerous, that’s just stupid.” Ruby walked over to the robot. It was ridiculously tall, even with it slumped out against the, *ahem* Vintage couch.
It looked badly worn and damaged. If she could fix it up, it would look wicked in her workshop! She had knelt near ‘Freddy’ to have a closer look. It didn&
Hunk a Junk -Five Nights at Freddy's- Chapter 5Cindy forced herself not to giggle as it looked like Freddy’s cheeks were burning up, despite being just fabric, wires and metal.Hunk a Junk -Five Nights at Freddy's- Chapter 5 in General Fiction More Like This
“Y-Y-EEEESS-ZZ-SS.” He said as Ruby walked around behind him.
“Let’s fix your neck first Freddy. That does not look comfy.” She could see an unnatural object sticking up through what she guessed was his chassis but without ripping the fur on his costume.
Cindy just stared at the bear as Ruby couldn’t find any zipper or openning.
As if Freddy heard her thought, he said.
“M-MY BA-A-ACK POPS O-O-OOOOFF BY-Y-Y COMMMMMA-A-A-A-ZZZ-ND.” He said and a hydrolic hiss was heard as his back opened, slowly until it was parallel with the floor.
The fur was securely attached to the hard metal piece that protected the hardware underneath, which explained why she couldn’t find a zipper and how they got Freddy open for repairs. She wondered why they didn
Hunk a Junk -Five Nights at Freddy's- Chapter 9Ruby and Cindy looked at each other, nodding.Hunk a Junk -Five Nights at Freddy's- Chapter 9 in General Fiction More Like This
“I got Bonnie and Foxy.”
“I’ll fix Freddy and Chica.”
Freddy was already awake and for the most part, was fine. The real issue was activating the others...or at least seeing if they were still able to do so...
Cindy knelt next to Chica, looking her over.
That face was terrifying.
“I’m going to see if I can repair her outside damage and what I can, then you can try to activate her.”
“Good idea, let me know when you’re done. I’ll be repairing Bonnie first.” Ruby said, looking at Bonnie’s exposed endoskeleton. His original face was there beside him but it looked like it had been crushed.
“The other Bonnie attacked him, tearing his face off.” Freddy answered when she looked over at the bear.
“Jesus...” Ruby shook her head. “If anything, those animatronics are way more dangerous then you guys.” Freddy looked sadly at Bonnie as Ruby m
Hunk a Junk -Five Nights at Freddy's- Chapter 13They blinked in shock as faint whirs could be heard, Chica struggling to lift her head. Bonnie was over there in an instant.Hunk a Junk -Five Nights at Freddy's- Chapter 13 in General Fiction More Like This
“B-Bonnie? I thought I heard a little girl laughing...I’m so tired..” Her voice was worn and weary, it tore at their hearts. Ruby walked over and knelt.
“Hi Chica, we’re going to fix you up, don’t you worry about a thing, okay?” Cindy looked like she remembered something and ran over to a corner where a certain pink thing laid. She picked it up and walked over, placing it besides Chica’s head.
“Look, we found your cupcake Chica, see?” Chica weakly shook her head.
“My vision has left me child, I’m afraid I can no longer see but thank you....thank you for your kindness...” She wheezed and Cindy was hit with regret. The terrifying face of Chica was just a mask for the kindhearted creature beneath.
“Dun worry Chica, t’ese lasses fix’d ‘ta rest
Hunk a Junk -Five Nights at Freddy's- Chapter 4When the two finally got home, the pizza was finished off long before as Ruby skillfully reversed up to a large shed, parking just in front of the door.Hunk a Junk -Five Nights at Freddy's- Chapter 4 in General Fiction More Like This
“I still say you should’ve left him.” Cindy repeated for like the millionth time.
“Oh shut up and open the door, I’ll get the tarp off Freddy.” She replied, easily stepping up onto the bed tray, since Freddy’s weight had make the bed a lot lower then normal. Taking the straps off that held Freddy in place, she managed to get the large tarp off the bear, throwing it to Cindy, who flinched, complaining it was hot.
“Well it’s been in the sun, what do you expect?” She asked before looking at Freddy. He was currently motionless, slumped against the cabin.
“Alright, how to get you down...” She knelt, looking at the bear’s face. “I wonder...Freddy?”
The bear’s head twitched violently, faint whirring as his eyes turned over to look at her before-
Hunk a Junk -Five Nights at Freddy's- Chapter 19By the time Ruby had finished completely replacing his fur suit, Cindy and Crystal were talking about their own plans.Hunk a Junk -Five Nights at Freddy's- Chapter 19 in General Fiction More Like This
"Maybe we should scope out the pizzeria." Ruby looked at the young blonde.
"You sure that's such a good idea?"
"Well, I do work there, so it won't be so weird."
"But you said 'we' referring to us."
"Actually, I meant me and Ruby."
"I haven't actually been there yet.." She mumbled to herself. "Anyway, basically everyone in town has gone there at least once and it would look weird if I didn't make at least one appearance there."
"Are you sure that's such a good idea Ruby?" Freddy said, standing up and walking over to them.
"These new animatronics were vicious to us, if they figure out you're our friends, I don't know what they would do." Cindy suddenly caught onto what Ruby meant, pointing at the bear.
"Exactly, that's why we scope 'em out, find out what they're like, what they're up to."
"And I only need to get a glimpse at their movements to estimate how their programm
Heroes of the Gaming Worlds: Chapter 9“It’s simple. We don’t. You see, very similar to how the Gamers originally interacted with their worlds, we created copies to take your place while you’re away. Now don’t panic, they won’t replace you, they will simply fill out your role until you get back home.”Heroes of the Gaming Worlds: Chapter 9 in General Fiction More Like This
“What’s to stop you from getting rid of someone you don’t like and replacing them like it never happened?” Grace questioned, feeling a sense of dread and not liking Oran at all.
“Oh calm down, if I wanted to get rid of you, there were several opportunities to do so. Besides, this makes it easier then having to explain this to your families and have them worry about the non existent dangers.”
“That still doesn’t make it right.” Red basically spat at him.
“I didn’t want to reveal this too quickly but it’s not just the Gaming worlds that are in danger, there’s a chance of the outside world being affected a
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wolf that calls
for the rest
of the pack;
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with them inside
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long before they die -
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to let anyone
stoke the fire
in your chest
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same, that old willow and
me, we stand tall with the
scars that life gave us -
with the names of lovers
carved deep in our limbs,
and old burns from my
On a RedEye FlightNever could sleep on planes. Discomfort on three axes, folded joint-numbingly upright, constant turbine scream and whine, and fitful flashes of light through eyelids pressed hard shut, edit cuts on dozens of video screens, ignored second-rate movies, earbuds hissing in the head bobbing next to me.On a RedEye Flight in Emotional More Like This
Solace as I disappear through the tiny porthole, winds at 480 miles per hour racing silently though my head. Sheet of wrinkled gold foil, the sodium city streetlights below slowly parallax, interspersed with moving beams of wearied drivers and blue-red flashes of distress.
Awe as the foil is obscured, black dreamclouds dowse the lights and we rise over moonlight-edged towers of nothingness that dwarf the machine...
...and they begin to flash below and in the distance, yellow, orange, red, illuminated within for blinktimes, so I don't. Upside down stormfront, slow, silent, ballet rage. Rising currents shoulder against the tiny aluminum dot, play with physics, and
I Am NineI am nineI Am Nine in Emotional More Like This
and we fought over a playground ball
called each other names
not being mean
but uncertain and not understanding
how words don't always match feelings
I am twelve
and we thought over a phone conversation
called each other nightly
not saying much
but breaking with not being able
to say the words we are feeling
I am seventeen
and we joked over a pizza dinner
called ourselves a couple
not being serious
but seeing each other with eyes
that begin to communicate our feelings
I am twenty four
and we talked about our careers
called ourselves grown up and well
not wanting to fail
but show our success to each other
and the pride that we were feeling
I am thirty six
and we haven't spoken for a while
called once or twice recently
not wanting to lose touch
but we've had to make our choices
and put on hold our feelings
I am forty eight
far away now
recalled a day
when we fought
over a playground ball
and I wonder
do you still have those feelings?
At the foot of my bedAt the foot of my bed, there's a clock -At the foot of my bed in Emotional More Like This
blue-green glow marking
and as I lay there, I watched it
and I tried to time the change of minutes
...counted 54 seconds from 1:42 am to 1:43 am
tried again, staring, counting loudly in my head
spent a minute and eight seconds
to 1:44 am
I'll get it right.
Soon it was 2:12, and I was still trying to count the seconds
but never moving, never blinking, just staring at the clock
counting seconds, knowing I'll get it right.
Somehow I fell asleep
Unaware, for a small while, of the passing of time.
At the side of my bed there's a calendar.
Brown and red image of an Autumn scene marking
Funny, though - It used to say 1974...
How much time have I spent, unblinking, counting Autumns
trying to get it right.
At 10:12 am on a Fall day in 2014, I took down the calendar
and unplugged the clock.
Got it right.
On Staring at the SkyNo One called again todayOn Staring at the Sky in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and asked me how I was
We talked about the things we share
as I stood in morning air
and spoke in silent words because
that was what there was to say
No One stopped here at my door
and took me by the hand
We came in from the heat of day
There were so many things to say
Of faces, laughs, of travels and
the hopes of dreaming more
No One reached into my past
my melancholy youth
We found we had so much to share
took comfort in our sharing there
and there I found the shining truth
that No One's faith will last
No One left me on that night
and waved a last goodbye
I think I may have felt a tear
for someone who had been so dear
but now I see the nightening sky
where No One's star burns bright
Dry inkI had an idea the other day while I was busy with work and responsibility, and jotted down some sloppy keywords so I could fill it out later.Dry ink in Emotional More Like This
But I sat still and quiet, finding that, when I happened upon them later, they no longer fit the locks.
"unexpected terms" I wrote.
"Exclamation of surprise"
I tried to think of where, when and why, but was gone like a dream upon waking. I knew it was meaningful, but the meaning dried like the ink. I let the exclamation fade without voice, and I wish want need to rediscover it.
What was that surprise that I should have been responsible for?
Carpe Sententia. Don't let it dry.
For Love of an InstrumentTurning my head, I caught the balance and tone,For Love of an Instrument in Emotional More Like This
A resonance that stopped me cold
and made me warm
Timbre that moved every memory as it passed through me
Restarted fires and calmed fears
Firey wood and tightened strings
Reflecting curves that shape the sound of air
And I had to stop
because I was
When We Were YoungI traced along each strand of hairWhen We Were Young in Emotional More Like This
I heard each breath of wondered stare
Remembered every turn to look
And sighed alone
I followed every running step
I felt each laughing beaming shout
Recalled each gaze of question pause
And sighed alone
I travelled home alone to dream
I captured every meaning gaze
Enveloped all the words of love
And cried alone
Never Untitledpictures of faces of people of meaningNever Untitled in Emotional More Like This
memories of echoes of speaking of care
feelings of warming of holding of being
knowing of keeping of sureness of where
wishing of holding of color of laughing
pleading of memory of spirit of caring
holding of wishing of keeping of having
Memories of Crying of Missing of Erin
It's a quiet nightI will remember youIt's a quiet night in Emotional More Like This
I will remember
I will remember and recall
the lyrics and meaning
You will be
after the time of me
What have I said
pounded into the floor
what will it be
RacknidI looked up and saw youRacknid in Philosophical More Like This
half an inch of movement on the wall
I wasn't startled
Eight legs used to surprise me into involuntary action
But I stopped myself
And watched you
as you made your way
silk smooth, pausing to investigate things I couldn't see
Such a small thing
I wonder what you're thinking about
what you see
I see your stripes
Then you travel around the room to the other wall
And the whole time, as you traveled so far
toward your goal
I've not moved
...I give you a way out when you reach the window
There's more for you out there than there is in my world.
IndoctrinationLet me tell you this:Indoctrination in Free Verse More Like This
The only thing that I could ever fear,
Is their freedom.
Because when they discover,
That they have inside them,
The purpose, power and strength,
To be anything that they choose.
Our lies and our lives,
Will simply be over...
Now repeat after me:
To go against the Chantry,
Is to go against God.
Just For Laughs!Babe I know this ain't going to be poetic or nothing,Just For Laughs! in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But y'know I just have a need to express my feelings:
*Excessive throat clearing*
Roses be red and them violets be blue,
I'm the only Asian kid in the ghetto;
What's up wit chu?
You lookin' at me like, damn you're fine!
Babe you know you blow my mind.
I may not be tall,
But my height is just right.
I'mma sleep on yo chest,
When you get cold at night.
And if yo boyfriend is big,
Then I'mma run right now.
Cause, I don't wanna look like my face is DOG CHOW,
So uh, I'm losin' my train of thought,
I think this is all I got.
Babe I think you're hot,
Gimme yo number, uh, before you get shot.
ENOUGH!There are times when I feel like tearing these pages apart,ENOUGH! in Free Verse More Like This
Or perhaps, throwing this BLOODY song into the fire and watching it BURN!
Maybe I'll start plucking the keys from my keyboard,
Or simply swipe everything off the desk.
Each item shattering into a hundred pieces,
Much like the fragments of my dying inspiration.
We Were SoldiersYou'll never hear me say that there's glory in war.We Were Soldiers in Free Verse More Like This
It is ugly, it is painful, it is frightening...
But I know, in my heart;
Deep within this soul born of freedom.
That what I do, at times, is a necessity.
It is nerve-wracking, most days,
Knowing that when you wake up you may not make it home.
But still I am proud,
Because of what I have managed to achieve.
And tonight; I hope that you're proud of me,
Because I'm sending a hundred of my boys home.
I just wish that I was joining them this time...
How NOT to do an RPGYou are a mighty warlock. Your parents were eaten when you were a child, by bears, with guns, from the ghetto. They were gangster bears and your parents owed them money, you poor thing...You then somehow discovered that you had a twin brother who became the demon lord of an evil empire--lucky bastard. The world is now on fire and it's the fault of your family. You feel, despite your many years of being a crotchety recluse, that it is up to you to save the world. You decide this one morning, after getting out of bed. What do you do now?How NOT to do an RPG in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
> Five more minutes...
You sleep for five more minutes, but your pressing desire to save the world rouses you.
> No it does not.
Yes it does.
> Kill myself.
I recognize the fact that you've made a decision, given however that it is a 'stupid ass decision', I have elected to ignore it. What do you do?
> Wake up, grab a brush and put a little make-up. Hide the scars to fade away the shake-up!
You head into your bathr
My FirstYour loving smile,My First in Free Verse More Like This
On luscious lips,
In shades of blue.
My only mistake,
When I stole your breath,
Was falling in love with you...
EyesThey told me not to look,Eyes in Free Verse More Like This
But I always do.
I can't help it you know?
Their eyes are so beautiful...
Each one shines with a colour from the rainbow.
Some are green, some are blue.
You might even find a set of gold amongst the lot.
Some of them shine like pearls,
Others twinkle like stars in the sky.
Each one holds a fragile soul,
Each one has its own sense of depth.
And so, I always end up looking into their eyes...
Right before I blink mine and I firmly squeeze the trigger...
Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star?Twinkle twinkle, little star!Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star? in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high.
Like a demon in the sky.
The night is burning like my head,
The voices whispering in my bed.
The stars around me are singing now,
To butcher the town and to fill my vow.
So here I walk into the night.
Snuffing candles, snuffing light,
Above their beds I'm creeping now.
Bleeding pigs to fill my vow.
Twinkle twinkle, little star!
Death is all I know you are.
A mist above the world so high,
Red as the glow of a demon's eye!
Dark Sadistic Muse:Dark Sadistic Muse:Dark Sadistic Muse: in Free Verse More Like This
I seat myself before the computer,
With fingers poised over fading keys.
Eagerly awaiting my latest epic;
Yet frozen by a lack of inspiration.
Here I sit, staring at the blank document.
The dark background mirroring the world behind me.
I swallow hard as my body locks;
Hairs tense as I sense her arrival...
Slender fingers soon wrap themselves around my throat.
With claw-like nails digging in painfully,
They prick the skin that lies just beneath my Adam’s apple;
Leaving me nursing a rather painful necklace.
"Your hands aren't moving," she coos softly,
Her clawed fingers gently stroking my chin.
"Why is that, I wonder?" she asks with a grin.
Her expression reveals a pair of pointed canines,
Both framed by lips as seductive as sin.
"I'm sorry my lady", I whisper in reply.
The excuse tumbles slowly from a paralyzed tongue.
"I have had no inspiration you see;
No dreams with which I am able to write."
She laughs at this; cruel and cold,
Tossing me from
Unpainted RealityMy brain is sick.Unpainted Reality in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It only thinks of twisted things.
Like how we burn our eyes out,
And we rip our wings.
And then we sit in the dark,
Staring blankly at each other.
Our eye-sockets bleeding,
On a wounded brother.
Then we kneel down,
Praying to the sun.
Hoping things get brighter;
But we don't know what we've done!
We take our tongues out,
We scar them with razors.
Spitting every blade
Across other people's faces.
And if you start feeling,
My words are getting dark;
I'm just painting pictures
But you are making them stark!
And now you feel dead;
Surreal in your mind.
So listen to this preacher,
From the land of the blind.
Because He'sHe’s listeningBecause He's in Free Verse More Like This
Millions of them.
A flash of red
And a navy hat
No warning – now motionless
With skin turned to shadows.
Internet ActivistsIt’s a great day for internet activists!Internet Activists in Free Verse More Like This
Shine your cellphone lights in the sky and celebrate.
That video you shared on Facebook? It worked!
The UN has since declared a World Peace!
Animal Rights? You’re pet dog can now vote.
Good on you, Clifford.
Every reporter in the world
Is wondering how’d you make such a drastic change
Without doing jack shit.
So tell the world,
How’d you do it?
TreatyThe long warTreaty in Free Verse More Like This
Between the heart and brain
A treaty has been signed.
Bringing harmony between self
We call it poetry.
Chemical ImbalanceMy 6th grade school boy crush messages me on Facebook.Chemical Imbalance in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My blood rushes to my heart
Like it's afraid of being late for an appointment.
Something in my mind whispers to me
She likes you back, Dylan.
But I'm skeptical,
As most Asians are raised to be.
But the 'hey' spelled with 3 y's tell me differently.
I remember months before reading a stupidass 'hey' chart saying that the more y's a girl adds to the 'hey',
The more she likes you.
The more she wants to fuck you.
…Or that's she's simply drunk.
Twisted FIctionI wrote you lettersTwisted FIction in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Written in blood. Tainted by
My twisted fiction.
The Cookie JarI know that Face when I seeThe Cookie Jar in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You lying son of a bitch.
You took the last cookie.
From the cookie jar.
I Hear America Singing...It's Out Of TuneI, too, have heard America singing,I Hear America Singing...It's Out Of Tune in Free Verse More Like This
And I have to say,
It’s not nearly as enjoyable as you make it out to be.
Hearing the country sing is worse than
Watching the first rounds of American idol
But you wouldn’t know anything about that,
Now would you?
The following is a list of complaints
I have of this country’s vocal ensemble:
The sound of carols
Is covered by the businessmen
Who falls flat every time they try
To pick themselves up again.
I’ve seen them drop dead
Like Trees in a forest –
And in case you’re wondering
No, they don’t make a sound.
I can still hear the strained notes
Of slaves when they grew this country out of the soil
Echoing from the past
And for you to not be able to hear it
Leads me to question your hearing ability.
I’ve heard soldiers sing anthems
To keep enemies awake as
A torturing mechanism
As they march towards the east.
I’ve seen teacher’s
Sing in a monotonous
Fashion to their students
Darkest MoonI celebrate my right to live;Darkest Moon in Free Verse More Like This
To the dismay of some, perhaps
It should be noted
These words I write, however true
Are only portions of the moon
I’ve decide to shine light upon.
But who am I to preach respect?
Who Am I to preach equality?
An advocate for re-personification
Of the female gender
But exhibits cannibalistic characteristics
Within dark spaces.
I am a shadow
Hidden within an Eggshell, painted pink,
Waiting to hatch.
Is the darkness
The night brought upon us.
WingsI clipped her wingsWings in Free Verse More Like This
And threw her off the cliff
To see if she would fly.
How To Write A PoemSee, writing is a lot like walking up to people in a bar.How To Write A Poem in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Let me paint you a picture.
Imagine every action you take as your story
Or your poem.
There is always a beginning, middle & end.
Most usually in that order.
I mean…you could try to go up to a stranger & asking them to marry you.
They’ll advise you to go to a mental institution.
I walked right up to my reader in a bar
As for some reason I often do,
I said, “You must have your sky miles card on today, ‘cause you are lookin’ extra fly.”
Now I know what you’re thinking…Who the hell is this guy?
He’s trying to teach people how to write using cheesy pickup lines.
But here’s my point.
You have to have a way to attract your reader.
As shallow as it sounds, you’re first impression is everything.
You’re first words will draw people in like Moths to a flame
(As cliché as that sounds…)
And if they don’t like it, they’ll be quick to move
'Just Be' [Jean x Tsundere!Reader] - BONUS 2'Just Be' [Jean x Tsundere!Reader] - BONUS 2 in Romance More Like This
----'Just Be': BONUS 2---
(The other trainees discuss the Reader's performance during the latest graded exam. The chronological position is after the events of Part 7)
In the evening following the conclusion of their exam, the other trainees gathered around a crisply burning fire. Nowhere to be seen, you were off visiting the medical office to tend to a slightly sore wrist.
Your rivals - and comrades - had quite a few things to say about your performance during the exam that afternoon. Most of them were of differing opinions. Not all were of praise.
"I have to admit," Reiner said, frowning his thick brows in thought. "While the use of stealth and pseudo-invisibility is nothing new in on the battlefield, she's taken it to an entirely different level. It's what makes her unique and valuable as a soldier."
"Is it practical, though? Getting the jump on humans," Eren argued vehemently. "...is not nearly the same as sneaking up on a Titan. The way we detect other humans is just n
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---'Just Be': Part 28---
Your heart was racing like a turbine as you prepped yourself for battle. Remembering Armin's earlier warnings, you checked your gear one more time. The mechanism looked a little overheated, but not enough to hamper your maneuvering. You had already replenished your fuel supply, so that wasn't a problem. Your harnesses were in good condition, and your handles were working fine.
Check-ups like these were necessary. It would certainly be an immense about of suck if one's 3D Maneuvering gear were to break in the middle of battle. That said, you thought about how Jean had also overworked his own gear earlier. Better remind him about that, you thought.
Your physical condition could have been better. It could have also been worse. Being a soldier, you were no fragile doll when it came to enduring physical injury. The various bruises and scratches you had collected were discomforting, but not in a way t
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----'Just Be': Part 2---
(This chapter retells the events of Part 1, with a focus on how Jean sees the reader upon their first meeting.)
His thoughts as he lay crumpled on the ground in pain, hands clenched against his head?
That motherfucker has a forehead like a sack of bricks.
He was, of course, referring to the instructor Keith Shadis, having had a taste of Sergeant Nasty's favourite way of rewarding blunt, impudent honesty. Some fucking reward. Not that it was any less than what he had expected. As Shadis moved on to sink his teeth into the next trainee in line, namely yourself, the young man on the ground slowly climbed back onto his feet. Grunting with discomfort, he shook his copper-blond head to clear it out. Then, doing his best to emulate the professionalism of a soldier, he planted his feet apart, straightened his back and shoulders, narrowed his eyes forward, and resumed standing at attention.
...An irritated eyebrow twitched. His head was still
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---'Just Be': Part 6---
You slept fitfully that night. When you blearily blinked your eyes open the next morning, your head was spinning - and your body was sore beyond comprehension. Your muscles screamed in agony and protest as you struggled to rise from your bunk, and your bones felt ready to snap at the slightest touch. You felt a strain pulling your back and abdominal muscles - a reminder of the hellish run in which you were strapped into the 3D Maneuver Gear. Alarmingly enough, you also felt a strange soreness crisscrossing over the surface of your skin, around your chest, back, shoulders and legs.
Nearly tumbling out of your bunk, you slipped behind the changing screen to investigate.
You checked underneath your clothes, and found that the full-body harness had left painful, linear bruises all over your body. Black and purple lines, though faint, tattooed the surface of your skin, wrapping around your thighs and torso. As you gingerly touched them, they flared with a dull ac
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Update Aug 20th- FINAL ALTERNATE ENDING RELEASE --- 'DISCOVERY'
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"There's a firefly loose tonight
Better catch it, before it burns this place down."
'Firefly' by Ed Sheeran
---'Just Be': INDEX ---
Series: Shingeki no Kyojin/Attack on Titan
Ship: Jean Kirschtein x Tsundere!Reader
Premise: A reader-insert in which the canon story of Shingeki no Kyojin is retold through the eyes of a heroine modeled after the 'Tsundere' archtype. The plot begins with her enlistment with the 104th Trainee Corps, in which she encounters Jean Kirschtein and with him kicks off a burning rivalry for the to
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---'Just Be': Part 18---
Back at headquarters, you encountered Marco alone, standing outside in the open air on the second-floor parapet. As always, he greeted you with a cheerful smile on those pleasant, mild features of his. This time though, you sensed a hint of sadness on his face.
You knew the reason why. It was strange. He had been your dear friend since the beginning. You had always relied on him, and recent events had only served to draw the two of you closer together. It seemed a twist of cruel irony that you and Marco would see less of each other in the coming days. Because of that, you felt a little awkward and more shy approaching him now. Well, there was another reason...
"Something wrong, [First]?" asked Marco, noticing your unease. "What's on your mind? If something is troubling you, you know you can always tell me."
Looking at your feet, you turned a little red. The other cadets were elsewhere, so the two of yo
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---'Just Be': Part 27---
With the fall of Trost, the front line receded to Wall Rose, where the remnant forces saw to their injuries and tensely awaited orders. When the surviving cadets of the 104th Training Division finally ascended the wall and were cleared to enter Rose, their superiors reacted with surprise. Everyone had all believed that the majority of their newest recruits had been killed in the initial attack. But no, a modest handful of them had made it to safety against all possible odds.
Truth be told, most of them were mistaken for half-dead. All of them were drained, pale, and shocked to the core, as though they had just combed their way through a living hell. The veteran members of the Garrison looked upon them with varying expressions of weariness, pity, and contempt.
Christa Renz, having heard the news of their return, ran as fast as her legs could carry her to the Wall. Ymir was at her heels, looking rather annoyed.
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For after all what is man in nature? A nothing in relation to infinity, all in relation to nothing, a central point between nothing and all and infinitely far from understanding either... He is equally incapable of seeing the nothingness out of which he was drawn and the infinite in which he is engulfed.
― Blaise Pascal, French philosopher, "Pascal's Wager"
[HEAVY manga spoiler warning, violence]
An angst fic written (or spoken, should I say?) from the viewpoint of Bertholdt Fubar, and how his world is turned upside down when the Reader comes into his life. Deals with alienation, dehumanization, self-identity, and the concept that a single death is a tragedy while a million is a statistic. In other words, if you're looking for something happy and fluffy... I might have to recommend you something else. XD;
Be warned that the outcome of the Invasion of Trost has been entirely rewritten. Moreover, t
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ATTENTION: General warnings apply for Language, Spoilers, and Violence. Other warnings will apply as they are made specific for that particular chapter.
Title: 'Just Be.' (by cherrypikkins)
Series: Attack on Titan
Ship: Jean Kirschtein x Tsundere!Reader
Tagline: "It's not like I joined the Recon Corps to follow you around, dumbass."
Premise: A reader-insert fanfic starting from the days of the 104th Trainee Corps, following the interactions between Jean Kirschtein and a heroine modeled largely after the 'tsundere' archtype. As such, their 'relationship' runs hot and cold, with arguments and misunderstandings that range from hilarious to serious, including a rivalry in which they compete fiercely for a place in the top ten.
The story will follow several canon events in the series, with the appropriate modifications made as though the heroine was directly involved. The purpose of this fic is to explore the dynamic between two
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[minor nudity and language. ...8D]
---'Just Be': Part 10---
Eren Jaeger was dripping from head to toe with bathwater, donning nothing but a towel around his waist as he hurried in frantic pace through the hallways of the bath house. In tow behind him was Armin Arlert, who looked just as bewildered (and red-faced) as he was. And trying desperately not to drop his towel.
"Oi. You guys!" he said loudly, demanding attention. "I heard Connie freaking out in the changing rooms just now - and was that [First] wandering around in here?!"
With footsteps that squelched with water and left shining puddles on the steam-slicked tiles, he approached the crowd of men that were, for some bizarre reason, packed tightly in front of the laundry room door.
" Guys? ..." Eren stared at them, dumbstruck. "What the hell are you all doing here? Gathered around like this... the fuck is going on?"
None of them answered. Once Eren took the time to visually survey the situation, he immediatel